#may the odds be ever in your favour guys

[coralinnii]

forgetting your jacket and wearing someone else’s  feat: Sebek · Rook · Idia · Kalim genre: fluff, jealousy note: not gender-specific reader, no pronouns used (except maybe gendered French words in Rook's part but unsure), established relationships, reader is not part of Scarabia in Kalim's part, reader is implied to be smaller than Jack in Rook's part

I'm not sure how satisfied I am with this one because this was honestly quite a challenge for me. I haven't read book 6 yet so Idia may not be too accurate to his canon character? But still, I hope you guys enjoy it

Would definitely scold you for forgetting to wear your jacket. No matter how warm or how cold, Sebek always wears his school uniform neatly and with pride, his honour as Malleus' guard on the line. A sloppy appearance reflects a sloppy character, he believes.

You didn’t feel too bad when he was reluctant to give you his jacket upon request. You shouldn’t force someone just because you’re a little cold. 

Fortunately for you, a classmate of yours noticed your shivering and offered his own for the time being, saying he has a spare for Flying class. You thanked your good luck as you graciously accepted. Now Sebek won’t feel bad about not giving you his jacket, right? 

With your newly acquired jacket, you managed to survive the first half of the school day and went to find Sebek in the cafeteria during recess. You waved at him happily as you approached his table but he did not return the greeting. 

He felt a sense of bile in his throat when he saw you in a jacket that did not fit you at all. The shoulders were too wide and the sleeves engulfed you. Sure, you looked cute but he doesn’t like it. He initially thought that it was because he didn't like how unfitting it was on you. 

“Human, where did you acquire that jacket? It doesn’t suit you at all” 

When you answered how someone offered his jacket to you, the bile was more prominent. The way you snuggled into another boy’s jacket, the oversized fabric enveloping you like a warm cocoon. Sure, he was hesitant over handing you his jacket before, but knowing someone else provided for you hits him in a sore spot as your boyfriend. He wants to be the one to take care of you, to be your ever reliable knight. 

Quickly, Sebek stood up from his seat and started to remove his own jacket. Without looking at you, he asked you to remove the jacket you have and put his on. 

“But I’m comfy” 

“Please, I…I beg of you” 

You did as he asked and after quickly putting away his lunch tray, he escorted you back to your dorm to get your own jacket and to quickly return the jacket of that generous classmate of yours. 

“The idea of seeing someone else take care of you… as your boyfriend, I will not stand for it!”

A masterful huntsman, Rook Hunt is not an easy man to track. Not to mention the fact that he’s a third year and Pomefiore’s vice Housewarden, you figured that searching for him this early in the day would be a fruitless endeavour. 

Luckily, you did find Jack who, despite his grumbles over your absentmindedness, offered his jacket to you. Happy, you promised that you returned it with a favour to the beastman. 

However, the atmosphere around you seemed odd to you as the school day went on. Other students, particularly the beastman students, were busy whispering and gossiping behind you which confused you and honestly got a little bit on your nerves. 

All those unpleasant feelings quickly disappeared when you spotted a familiar feathered hat in the distance. Without a word, you quickly rushed through the crowd to give your boyfriend a hug from behind. 

Or least, that’s what you planned if it weren’t for Rook quickly turning to encase you in his arms instead. 

“I thought I heard your adorable footsteps running towards me. What a wonderful surprise!”

You laughed, thinking you should have known nothing gets past Rook. You tried to step back but realized that Rook maintained his grip on you, inspecting you with a look of curiosity. 

The hunter looks over your newly acquired jacket. The shoulders are much too bulky to be yours. He noticed the Savanaclaw emblem on the sleeve which would explain the jacket's size considering how the majority of those students are. However, he caught the scent of something -  of someone - familiar. A certain tall, gruff beastman to be precise. 

“Mon amour, is this perhaps… Jack Howl’s jacket?” 

“Oh, how did you know?” You exclaimed as you told Rook how you were cold today and Jack offered his jacket to you this morning. 

“So that explains the whispering I’ve been hearing” Rook thought as he carefully traced the lapels of the jacket clearly not tailored for you. There’s a charm to see you in a new look like this but the hunter himself is experiencing a new emotion, a burning feeling in his chest that compels him to rip away the offending fabric. Is this jealousy? Perhaps a possessive urge to reclaim his spot that feels threatened by a newcomer? 

Oh, what a beautiful new experience you have given this admirer of beauty. Rook happily revels in this feeling he has never experienced before until meeting you. 

“How wonderfully kind of him. Let us find him, I must share my thanks for caring for my beautiful trésor~” 

There’s a part of you that feels like it would not be a good idea to bring Rook to your friend, but you decided to brush that anxious feeling away. After all, the smile on Rook’s face convinced you that there was no harm (poor choice, really). 

Hidden from your sight, Rook’s fingers slightly twitched in anticipation as the two of you went to look for the white-haired freshman. Rook truly did want to offer his thanks to the beastman…with some helpful tips for surviving a hunter. 

“One must be very careful in the wild. It is not smart to leave marks near a hunter’s territory”

You didn't even bother to try asking him, this man isn’t even on campus. Even if he was, you doubt he would give you his jacket, probably claiming it’d be “such a normie cliche”, leaving you to find other means to find warmth. 

Thankfully, you found the kind-hearted Silver who was gracious enough to lend you his school jacket for the day. With all the interesting types of students you have encountered on this campus, your flame-haired boyfriend included, Silver is odd himself for simply being such an outlier case of a typical student here. 

The day went off normally, and you decided to visit Idia in his room before heading back to your dorms. You hope you could spend some intimate time with him, some cuddling and perhaps a kiss or two. 

Too bad your boyfriend had other plans, which was apparently playing video games while purposely ignoring you. His back is turned towards you and every time you get close to him, the gamer has the audacity to scoot AWAY from you. 

“Idia, please tell me what’s wrong before I actually get mad” 

“...that jacket” You heard him mumble which confused you further. You asked to repeat himself. 

Which led your introverted boyfriend to yell out, surprising you. “You're wearing that jacket! And it had to be that guy who’s practically an otome game target!” 

Idia was sulking the entire day as he saw you through the security camera accepting Silver’s jacket. He wanted to scream and call foul-play on that but instead he reluctantly faced reality. Of course, Silver will be that type of guy. The mysterious but kind knight archetype with good looks to boot. Idia wouldn’t be surprised if he was some kind of long lost prince. 

“Well, I would love it if my boyfriend would give me his, if he wasn’t allergic to coupley stuff” there was some snark in your tone but you never really want to pressure Idia to do something he doesn’t want. You would love to show off your relationship with Idia but you wanted to respect his comfort.

Idia knows that, and he’s grateful for you for not pushing him too far out of his comfort zone. But still, knowing someone acting like that with you, all sweet and caring, leaves a sour taste in Idia’s mouth.

There was a short pause between you two, letting the mood settle before saying anything else. Then, Idia quietly asked, “Do you want to share jackets…with me?” 

“Absolutely” you gasped excitedly and without another word, Idia turned to his computer and started searching the Internet for worthwhile jackets in his sizes and yours. If you have more jackets then you won’t have to go around asking for someone else’s.

Also, even he can’t resist the giddy feeling of seeing his amazing lover wear something that’s special only to you and him, not that he would admit it out loud. Too cringe.

“If we’re doing the lame normie stuff, we’re doing it our way. And no sharing with anybody else, right??”

Kalim would absolutely offer you his jacket, his vest, his shirt, heck even his pants without question. Whatever you want, he would give it up no questions asked. But you were surprised how you couldn’t find your boyfriend at first, until he texted you he had to be called in for a Housewarden meeting with Crowley which leaves you to wait for him in the cold. 

Luckily, a classmate of yours from Scarabia saw you shivering and offered his jacket to you. Afterall, you were his Housewarden’s beloved so he wanted to make sure you’re warm for Kalim’s sake. You were touched by this sentiment and accepted the jacket, promising to return it after meeting with Kalim.

Kalim ran to hug you as soon as he saw you as he left his meeting, enveloping you in his warm embrace with a grin on his face. In his excitement, it took a while for him to register your slightly new look. 

“Did you join Scarabia? Are we in the same house now?!” Kalim excitedly asked which you laughed at his silliness. 

When you explained the story about the jacket, Kalim was really glad. He thought about how lucky he is to have such kind people in his dorm that was so happy to help out his beloved, he must reward them later! The white-haired man was happy that you were cared for in his short absence. 

But, what is this other feeling in his heart? This heavy feeling in his chest that slightly aches when he saw how you adjusted the jacket on you, bringing it closer to your body like a comforting blanket. He felt unsatisfied, almost fearful of your attachment to this jacket. 

Was he jealous? 

Kalim shook off his thoughts as he removed his soft beige cardigan and the jacket you have. You watched him confused as he draped his cardigan over you, replacing the heat from your classmate’s jacket to his.  

“Kalim?” 

“I just thought you’d be comfier if you had my cardigan instead. It’s really soft!” he grinned as he pulled the large cardigan to wrap around you like a cute burrito. 

And to be fair, Kalim’s cardigan WAS comfier. Probably made with the highest quality and taken the best care by you assume Jamil. You happily snuggled into its warmth, reveling in the cloud soft coat, missing the loving looks from your sunshine of a boyfriend. 

Yea, he definitely likes seeing you in his clothes better. 

Don’t be surprised to see packages of luxurious coats and sweaters from yours truly. You two can match!

“If you’re ever cold, you can always come to me first! I’ll make sure to keep you warm!”  

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[mrs-kmikaelson]

Our Song and Dance²

Pairing: Finnick Odair x reader Summary: You'd grown used to dancing the same dance over and over again, the victor's dance, but then you start dancing with Finnick Odair and you feel things you never thought you'd feel. So you let yourself enjoy the dance, even though you knew that every song inevitably came to an end. Warnings: not as long as before but still long, murder, violence, death, exploitation of minors, mentions of forced prostitution, psychological "games," unrequited love, complicated relationships, suicidal tendencies (technically), complex mental health issues, and i make up small details ab smaller characters and some names (pls lmk if i missed anything) Words: 9.2K

Masterlist | Part 3

a/n: i just want to thank you all so much for the support! i was definitely insecure about this, but seeing all the love rlly makes it so worth it! this one is completely catching fire, then the next one is all mockingjay. hope u enjoy! also finnick and y/n's song is def american pie.

“Let The 75th Hunger Games begin. May the odds be ever in your favour.”

Ten seconds later, a cannon fired and you were immediately jumping off the pedestal into the water. Once upon a time, you were a swimmer. This was your edge. You were good in water, as was Finnick, so your worry for him eased. 

You swam until you reached rock, climbing on to it and running along the path like your life depended on it because it did. Once you were at the Cornucopia, you ran for your sword, grabbing it and then swiftly pivoting to stab the person coming up from behind you like it was instinct—and it was.

Your mind didn’t have to fully be there; your body knew what it was doing. You’ve danced this dance already, and you’ve perfected it. You stabbed another man from behind, letting him fall to the ground when you pulled your sword away. You grabbed throwing knives, running to find Finnick, and you caught him at just the right moment.

Katniss had just drawn her arrow when you came up from behind her, bringing your sword up against her neck. Alliance or not, you’d slit her throat if she posed a threat.

“Careful, Everdeen,” you warned, making her tense.

At that moment, Finnick held up his forearm, flashing his bracelet. He smirked, completely unbothered, and taunted, “Good thing we’re allies, right?”

Her breath was shaky but her voice was still menacing. “Where did you get that?”

“Where do you think?” You retorted, still holding the blade close to her skin.

You watched as the amusement on Finnick’s face disappeared, his gaze being directed away from you. “Behind you.”

You quickly moved your sword away from her neck without cutting her, spinning and bringing it down on another guy’s neck instead. You turned back to a gasping Katniss, ignoring her state that was much like the one you were just in. “Don’t trust 1 and 2.”

Cannons fired as Finnick walked around you. “I’ll take this side. You go hold them off,” he told her.

You nodded. “I’ll find Peeta.” You didn’t walk far before you spotted him, shouting, “He’s over here!” All three of you ran over, finding him in the water against a pedestal, fighting off a tribute.

Finnick jumped into the water, swimming over while Katniss drew her arrow, seemingly waiting to get a good shot, but then both boys were submerged underwater. She brought her arrow down, breathing heavily as a cannon fired.

You waited in anticipation, a body floating up to the surface. For a second, you thought the kid died, but then he emerged out of the water, panting, and you both let out a breath.

The look on her face as she thought Peeta died was more convincing than any other performance you watched them put on, more convincing than the kisses, and the engagement, and the sweet interviews. Whatever was going on between them, you knew now that it wasn’t all fake.

Seems that you had more in common with the Girl on Fire than you thought.

You glanced over at the island, seeing the sets of Careers standing together, forming an alliance as they usually did. Katniss noticed this, too, so as soon Peeta and Finnick were out of the water, you all went running in to the jungle.

This was a Quarter Quell. There was more to it than just changing up the reaping; the entire arena was special. The Gamemakers were sick. You knew that you were in for a hell of a ride.

Right now, you just had to keep running. You could worry about food and water when the time came, and you’d find Johanna eventually. She was smart; you knew she wouldn’t be one of the first to die.

You ran and ran until Finnick called for you all to stop, crouching down to make a game plan. It turned out that you were gonna need water a lot sooner than you thought with how hot it was. At least freezing to death wasn’t something you had to worry about.

Katniss stared at you and Finnick quite obviously. You weren’t sure if she was trying to be discreet or not; you weren’t sure if she knew how to be discreet at all. The firing of the cannon made her finally look away.

Even though you were just running for your lives, a smirk still made its way onto Finnick’s face. “Well, I guess we’re not holding hands anymore,” he chuckled. You snorted, but Katniss wasn’t as amused.

“You think that’s funny?” 

You narrowed your eyes, answering before Finnick could. “I don’t know what you think this is, Everdeen, but in case you failed to notice, it’s kill or be killed out here.” You pointed to your ear. “Every time that cannon goes off, it’s music to my ears. We don’t care about any of them.”

Her jaw clenched. “Good to hear,” she quipped, pulling a machete out of its sheath on her back. You scoffed at her pathetic attempt to threaten you.

“Look, you wanna face the Career Pack alone? Be my guest. It’s your funeral,” you shot. “Besides, what would Haymitch say?”

“Haymitch isn’t here.” She stared straight into your eyes and you stared right back at her, unblinking. In your peripheral, you saw Peeta glancing between you.

“Let’s keep moving,” he interrupted, standing up, but you didn’t look away from Katniss until she stood up first.

Once you were up and walking, Finnick put his hand on the small of your back, probably to calm you down. For some reason, he insisted on working with them, so you’d just have to stifle your urge to argue with her.

Eventually, though, you knew you would be doing a lot more than arguing. If Katniss and you were as alike as you thought, then you knew that she’d stab you in the back for Peeta, the same way you would for Finnick.

The actual tributes in the arena weren’t always what you had to worry about. You were reminded of this when Peeta hit the wrong branches and went flying backward, sending you all with him.

A wall where he hit was revealed, like a glitch, before it was replaced again with the glamour of the jungle. A force field, you realized. Then your attention was drawn back to Peeta by Katniss’ cry of his name.

You shuffled over to them as Katniss panicked. “He’s not breathing. He’s not breathing.” Finnick rushed over, pushing her out of the way.

She instantly reached for her bow, going to grab an arrow, but you shoved her arm. “What the hell is wrong with you? He’s saving his life,” you snapped. Her hand fell, realizing you were right as she watched Finnick give him CPR.

She looked like she took a moment to collect herself and then she crawled over. “Peeta? Peeta?” She cried. Finnick grunted, switching between compressions and mouth-to-mouth, continuously checking for a heartbeat that wasn’t there. “Please wake up. No,” she sobbed, “please wake up.”

For the first time since The Games began, you really did feel bad for her. If you were in her place, you didn’t know what you would do.

Just as you thought Peeta was dead, he gasped back to life. Finnick moved back, letting them have their moment.

“Be careful, there’s a force field up there,” he breathed.

She tearily chuckled, leaning in to kiss him. You and Finnick shared a look. Katniss was kidding herself if she didn’t think she loved him. You tuned the rest of their conversation out. Peeta could’ve died, just like that, and Katniss would’ve probably fallen apart.

You knew that if Finnick died, you died, too. You couldn’t let that happen. You had to protect him.

Little did you know, he was thinking the exact same thoughts about you.

Once Peeta could stand, you were all back on your feet, looking for freshwater while simultaneously trying to spot where the force field started and ended. After Katniss did a little experiment with an arrow, you figured out that the arena was a dome. You just so happened to be at the edge.

Didn’t matter, though, because there wasn’t a sign of freshwater anywhere. Since you couldn’t satisfy your need for water, you’d just have to compensate with your need for sleep.

“It’s getting dark soon. We’ll be safe with our backs protected. We should set up camp,” Finnick suggested. “Take turns sleeping. I can take first watch.”

Katniss gave a little scoff like he was saying was absurd. “Not a chance.”

You stepped forward, so fed up and desperately wanting to give her a reality check, but Finnick held a hand up, signalling for you to stop. The only reason you did was because you saw the look on his face. As much as you wanted to tear Katniss a new one, you’d much rather watch him do it.

He stood up, sticking the end of his trident into the ground. He was calm, but annoyance laced his voice. “Honey, that thing I did back there for Peeta? That was called saving his life. If I wanted to kill either of you, I would’ve done it by now.” He picked up his trident. “Same goes for Y/N.”

Then he walked off, and you followed soon after hearing Katniss say something to Peeta about taking the first watch. If you were just watching The Games, then maybe you’d feel a little more compassionate towards her, but you weren’t watching. You were in them with her.

Your compassion sort of needed to disappear to ensure your survival, so all you were was annoyed. But she was a pretty good archer, so having her on your team didn’t hurt, unless you were counting how she was a pain in your ass.

However, your annoyance was quick to fade as you fell asleep, tired, hungry, and dehydrated.

When you woke up, it was to the sound of Panem’s anthem, pictures in the sky of the tributes that had died. Most of them were people you previously had conversations with in the Capitol, yet some of them were still people that you killed.

You couldn’t be friends with everyone in an arena.

You counted eight pictures in the sky. So there were sixteen left, including you four. If you were still mentoring, you would’ve probably been reflecting over how quickly those lives could just come to an end, but you didn’t have time to stop and think about the cruelty of life.

Your thoughts were directed away from the dead by a chime. You looked up to see a silver parachute, slowly falling to the ground. Katniss opened the silver casing, revealing some sort of metal tool and a note from Haymitch. You quickly identified the tool as a spile.

The three of you brought it to a tree, waiting to see if it’d work. Peeta came and found you not long after. You were just staring at it, praying for water. If there was a God, they answered, because water came pouring out of the spile like it was a fountain.

You were so relieved that you laughed, drinking and splashing some on your face.

After that, you were the one taking watch as everyone slept. Every year when The Games came, you had trouble sleeping more than a few hours each night. Now that you were back in the arena, you really couldn’t sleep at all. You’d make sure you got an hour every day, just to keep yourself sharp, but otherwise you’d prefer to let Finnick sleep and watch over him, anyway.

You were all startled by a loud banging, almost like an alarm. The only reason you could think of for its presence was to signal that it was midnight, but you were still confused. There were never alarms in any of the other Games. But, like you’d already figured out, this year was different.

Right after the alarm, you watched as lightning repeatedly struck the same tree in the distance. Nature didn’t work that way, and there was nothing natural about The Games, anyway. It wasn’t a coincidence, but you just couldn’t figure out what its purpose could be.

You spent the rest of your watch trying to put the puzzle pieces together, trying to figure out what the catch was with this arena, but you couldn’t make any of the pieces fit. You didn’t have enough. Katniss tried to stay awake, still distrusting of you, but she eventually succumbed to slumber, leaving you to yourself.

She hadn’t been sleeping long when you heard a different sound. You turned your head, seeing grey mist slowly crawl its way over to you. Your brows furrowed.

There were no natural occurrences in an arena.

You reached your hand out, like you were testing the waters, but you should’ve known better. As soon as the fog made contact with your skin, you fell backward, a scream leaving your lips. Your cry woke everyone else up. 

Finnick immediately ran to you, but you shouted, “No, run! It’s poison- the fog is poison!” Either he was stupid or brave, because he ignored your warning and ran to you anyway, helping you up as quickly as possible before you followed Katniss and Peeta, doing your best to run, but the fog was following you, too.

It was harder to run fast in this part of the jungle. All of the branches and plants kept getting in your way, but you weren’t stopping, helping Peeta cut whatever was in your way.

You could’ve been running as fast as humanly possible, but the fog still would’ve caught up to you. It wasn’t nature at all. It was intended to kill.

You had to change directions as it suddenly appeared in front of you, too. It was like it was encasing you. Somewhere along the way, Katniss and Peeta ended up running on the path parallel to you. You skidded to a stop as you heard Finnick scream. Your eyes widened. “Finnick, come on. We’ve gotta go!” You ushered him forward, and then he went running to Katniss and Peeta who came to a stop, as well.

When you got there, Peeta was groaning on the ground, blisters all over the side of his face. “I can’t carry him,” Katniss panted. “Peeta, please, stand up. We have to go.”

If you could carry him, you would, but he’d crush you if you tried. Finnick was in no condition to carry Peeta alone, so you slung one of his arms around your neck, telling Katniss to get the other. “Finnick, go. Get ahead of us.” You motioned for him to go forward.

He looked hesitant, and in any other situation, he wouldn’t, but none of you had the time to argue, so he listened and ran forward, taking Peeta’s blade and cutting the branches in your path.

The three of you cried out as the fog hit the backs of your necks, but then you were all rolling down a hill that you couldn’t have noticed in the state you were in.

You were whimpering on the ground, so consumed by the pain that you almost forgot that you were supposed to be running. You turned over and, to your surprise, the fog didn’t come any closer, travelling upward instead of forward, like it hit a wall. And then it just disappeared altogether.

You let out a shaky breath, resting your head on the ground before you were reminded of where you were. Resting wasn’t an option. You’d rest when you were dead, and you weren’t gonna speed up that process.

So you crawled over to the lake a few feet away from you. This was a gamble, but you had to take some risks if you wanted to survive. Cautiously, you stuck your hand in the water. This elicited another scream from you, but the pain in your hand slowly faded as the blisters were practically washed away. 

“The- the water,” you stuttered, “the water helps.”

As Katniss and Peeta made their way over, you pushed yourself into the water, moaning at the pain. Tears leaked out of your eyes, but after a minute or so, the excruciating pain subsided to just a sting.

When you were both okay, Katniss and you got out of the water, dragging Finnick over. As soon as the water touched his skin, he was screaming, trying to fight against it. “Shh, shh,” you hushed, holding him down. “It’s gonna help.” You ran your fingers through his hair, and a few more tears fell down your face, even though you weren’t in pain anymore.

Not physical pain.

But watching him struggle like this was a pain you couldn’t help.

You and Katniss helped him as he shivered while Peeta went and got your weapons. You stayed in the lake even after all your blisters were gone, just cooling off and getting yourselves together.

In The Games, your physical came first, but you wanted to keep an eye on mental health or at least not let it get to a point where it’d affect your body. Though, you supposed there was no healthy mind in The Games, and there certainly wasn’t after a victor left them.

Annie was an example of a worst case scenario, but you knew this because you lived it, too.

Finnick’s hand found yours as you sat together, holding it tightly. This was his way of making sure you were still there. Your way was putting your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

After a while, though, that steady rhythm was interrupted and his heart started beating faster. This caused you to look up, and when you did, you were met with the sight of apes coming toward you.

Katniss grabbed an arrow while you and Finnick slowly stood up, bracing yourself by readying your weapons. You glanced around, seeing that they were coming in from all directions. Fucking Gamemakers, you thought.

You realized you could see the Cornucopia from where you stood, so all you had to was fend them off and make it there.

Suddenly, one jumped at Peeta, then the rest of them got up from their perched positions. Katniss was firing arrows left and right while you and the boys slashed away. If one got too close, you stabbed it.

Katniss was pulled underwater by one, but you killed it before she ran out of air. There were too many to just kill all of them, meaning you had to start running for the beach.

Peeta and Katniss both fell, so you ran to help her while Finnick went for Peeta. You stabbed the ape in front of her, grabbing her hand and taking her running with you. When you reached them, there was someone lying on the ground that hadn’t been with you before.

“Who is that?” Katniss questioned, but you recognized her by the face paint.

“A morphling,” Peeta responded, pulling her up. “Help me get her!”

You let Katniss help him while you helped Finnick get the apes closest to you, taking off as soon as you could. You both stumbled, rolling onto the beach, but the apes didn’t go farther than the edge of the sand. You held your blades out at them, but it was like you really didn’t need to.

You were reminded of the fog and it how was stopped by an invisible wall, the same way these monkeys looked to be stopped by something. 

A cannon fired, and they retreated into the jungle. You swallowed, turning to see Katniss and Peeta leaving the water, the Morphling left floating dead. Like clockwork, a hovercraft came in, picking her up like she was an object.

You scoffed. Just when you thought you couldn’t think any lesser of the Capitol, you were proven wrong.

When Peeta spoke up, his voice was both defeated and confused. “She sacrificed herself for me and I didn’t even know her name.”

“Her name was Trayne,” you cut in, making them both look at you, but your eyes were focused on the hovercraft taking her out of the water. “Trayne Carter.”

They both paused, absorbing that. It was like, for the first time since you entered the arena, you were reminded that these people weren’t just your opponents. They were people that had lives.

Just like you.

A look then passed over Katniss’ face as she turned to Peeta. “You think she sacrificed herself?”

“Looked like it.”

Your brows knit together while she voiced your thoughts. “That doesn’t make any sense.” It didn’t, but you had a long list of things you had to make sense of and more pressing matters at hand, so you couldn’t busy yourself by thinking about it.

Finnick found fish that was edible, so you all sat in the shade and ate for the first time since before The Games started. This time, you were the one to reach out for his hand, holding on to it like you’d die if you let go.

You were pretty much in silence until a scream sounded from far away but close enough that you could hear it. You let go of Finnick’s hand as Peeta remarked, “That’s new.”

You all stood up, grabbing your weapons. In the distance, there was a rumble. Something was rustling the trees ahead of you. When it got closer, you realized that something was water. The wave came crashing past the trees and into the water, stopping once it hit the Cornucopia.

Like it couldn’t go past it.

Cannons fired, and the hovercraft returned, picking up bodies from the jungle while you all watched, captured by the sight. You were broken out of your trance by Katniss drawing an arrow. “Someone’s here.”

Her and Peeta ducked while you and Finnick waited to see who it was. It took you a moment since they were covered in blood, but you soon realized who it was. You let out a sigh of relief. “Johanna.” You jogged over to them. “Johanna!”

“Y/N?” She laughed as she saw you and Finn. Her tough exterior came down as she went to hug you, like she was just as relieved to see you. Once she let go of you, she even hugged Finnick.

You glanced, identifying that the people she was with were Beetee and Wiress, then looked back at her. “What the hell happened?”

Katniss and Peeta came over just as she started explaining. “Well, I got ‘em out.” She gestured to them. “We were all the way deep into the jungle where I thought it was gonna be safe.” A humourless smile arose on her face. “That’s when the rain started. I thought it was water. It turned out to be blood. Hot, thick blood.”

You narrowed her eyes at her explanation. Fog, apes, waves, blood rain. There was some sort of connection there, you just couldn’t grasp it.

Wiress came over, looking lost, mumbling, “Tick tock.”

“It was coming down-”

“Tick tock.”

“-it was choking us.” She scoffed. “We were stumbling around, gagging on it, blind.”

“Tick tock.”

“That’s when Blight hit the force field.” She exhaled, shaking her head as Wiress continued to mumble. “He wasn’t much, but he was from home.” You reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder.

You understood what she meant. You’d felt the same feeling before, when the male tribute from district 4, Bay, died during your Games. You didn’t always know the person you were going in with, but you became bonded by the experience. That loss was unlike anything you’d ever felt to this day.

Wiress kept going on in the background, making you glance at her. “What’s wrong with her?” you finally asked.

“She’s in shock,” Beetee replied, coming out of the water. “Dehydration isn’t helping. Do you have fresh water?”

“Yeah, we can get some.”

“Tick tock. Tick tock.” You turned to see Wiress had grabbed onto Johanna’s shoulders. “Tick tock. Tick tock.”

Johanna grabbed onto her forearms, trying to get her off. “Listen- stop it!” 

She had pushed her onto the sand when Katniss yelled, “Hey, lay off her!” She went and shoved Johanna, making you rush over.

You shoved Katniss away from her, pushing her hard enough that she staggered backward. “Back off, Everdeen!” you warned as Finnick held Johanna back from retaliating, but she shouted back.

“What’s wrong with you?! I got them out for you!” She struggled against Finnick. “Let me go, Finnick!”

Peeta came over to help balance Katniss. Her eyes were wild, like she wasn’t the one who instigated this. “For me? What does that mean?”

The question wasn’t directed at you, but you responded, anyway. “I don’t know and I don’t care, but you better watch it, Everdeen.” You stepped forward, looking her right in the eye as she stared back challengingly. You lowered your voice. “You’ve played with fire before, but I am telling you right now, I will light your ass up the next time you try me.” She opened her mouth to say something, but you cut her off, “Don’t underestimate me again.”

You walked off before you could hear her reply. If she said another thing to you right now, it was highly likely that you’d do something you would or wouldn’t regret. You weren’t gonna test it.

You decided to take Wiress into the water and help her clean herself up to calm down. She smiled at you crazily. “Tick tock.”

You sighed, “Yes, tick tock.”

“Tick tock.” She repeated herself over and over again, reminding you so much of Annie. Wiress was one of the smartest people you had ever met, yet she was reduced to this every time she was in a bad situation. She won her Games through a loophole, and in turn, that loophole sucked her in until she was too deep to get out.

As you rinsed her hair, she gasped, “Tick tock. Tick tock!” Immediately afterward, lightning struck the tree in the distance, the same tree as the night before. You tilted your head. The tree, fog, apes, waves, blood rain. Wiress looked up at you. “Tick tock.”

“Tick tock,” you echoed, eyes darting around the arena. The tree, the fog, the apes, the waves, the rain.

“Tick tock.”

“Oh, my God.” You cupped your hand over your mouth in shock. “It’s a clock.”

“Tick tock.”

You pulled her out of the water, engulfing her in a hug. “Wiress, you’re a genius!” When you let go, you ran with her to the others. “It’s a clock!”

They all looked to you. Finnick furrowed his brows. “What?”

“It’s a clock!” You pointed to the Cornucopia. “The arena is laid out like a clock!” 

Peeta came forward. “Holy shit.”

You ran your hands threw your hair, all of the puzzle pieces falling into place. “It’s, um- there’s a new threat every hour. They- they can only stay in their wedge, though.” You pointed at the tree. “It starts with lightning, then blood rain, fog, monkeys- that’s the first four hours. Then at ten, that big wave hits.”

Finnick chuckled slightly under his breath. “Wiress, you’re a genius.”

Peeta then cut in, suggesting you all get to the Cornucopia, so that’s what you did. Just as you were getting there, he pointed out, “Look, the tail points to twelve.”

Katniss filled in the blank. “That’s where the lightning strikes at noon and midnight.”

Wiress sat down on the rocks, singing to herself while the rest of you gathered around Peeta who mapped out the clock in the sand and what you already knew.

You crossed your arms. “Okay, what else?” You turned to Johanna. “Did you guys see anything?”

She snorted under her breath, “Nothing but blood.”

Peeta replied, “Doesn’t matter. As long as we steer clear of whichever sector is active, we’ll be safe.”

You shook your head. “Yeah, safe from nature.” As if you jinxed it, Wiress gasped immediately after you spoke. You turned so fast you could’ve gotten whiplash, in time to see Gloss pulling a knife out of Wiress’ neck.

Katniss worked fast, shooting him in the chest, but he wasn’t working alone. Right after, Cashmere came running at her. Johanna pushed Katniss out of the way, embedding her axe into Cashmere’s skull. 

The other half of the Careers revealed themselves, Brutus throwing staffs at you that you narrowly dodged. Katniss’ arrow missed Enobaria as she threw a knife at Finnick, grazing his arm.

“Bitch,” you swore, throwing a knife of your own at her head, cursing again when it hit her shoulder instead. You went running after her, chasing her around the Cornucopia, but you suddenly lost your footing. 

Gamemakers.

The island spun around. You grabbed onto the rock as best as you could, digging your nails into it so hard that they started to bleed. You were determined to stay alive, to keep Finnick alive, but your hold wasn’t strong enough. A scream left your lips as your fingers slipped. Finnick yelling your name was the last thing you heard before you went flying into the water.

Once upon a time, you were a swimmer.

You never thought you’d die by drowning.

And you refused to let that be the way you went out.

You fought hard against the current, using all your force to get above water. You gasped as you surfaced, taking in a large breath of air and coughing as you swam to the rock closest to you.

“Y/N!”

Finnick came running over to you, pulling you up and crouching down to your level. He ran his fingers through your hair, eyes darting all over your body with concern. “Are you okay?”

You coughed, nodding, and then he immediately embraced you tightly. His heart was beating just as fast if not faster than yours. For a moment, you couldn’t hear anything but that beating. You couldn’t hear the water, or the birds, or anyone else around you. You couldn’t even hear the music.

It was just the two of you.

And then that moment ended far too quickly.

Johanna brought you back to earth, heaving, “Let’s just get what we need and get off this bloody island.” You nodded against Finnick’s chest, letting him help you up. You muttered to him that you were fine, but he completely ignored you, helping you walk.

He was good, you thought. You would’ve been good together, in another life. It would’ve been nice to have been loved by this man, but life was never so kind to you.

You made it back to the beach, sitting on the sand under a tree. You weren’t relaxing like before; the time to relax had passed. You were nearing the end of The Games; it was time to plan for survival.

“So, besides Brutus and Enobaria, who’s left?” Katniss asked.

You looked right at her as you answered, “Maybe Chaff. Just those three.” You maintained eye contact with her, knowing that she was thinking the same thing as you. It wasn’t just those three. It was also all of you, sitting here.

Alliances always came to an end in the arena.

You knew Finnick must have caught onto this, but he pretended not to. “They know they’re outnumbered. I doubt they’ll attack again. We’re safe here on the beach.”

Safe for how long? you wondered. Even if the three of them were killed by the horrors of the jungle, you still wouldn’t be safe. None of you would be, as long as you were together.

“So what do we do? We hunt ‘em down?” Johanna questioned, looking to all of you for an answer of some sort, but before any of you could formulate one, you heard a girl scream.

A little girl.

“Katniss, help me!”

Katniss shot up immediately. “Prim!” You remembered that name from the year prior. That was her sister. Your eyes widened, trying to stop her, but she was up and running into the jungle.

You ran after her, hearing the others follow suit. “Katniss! Katniss, stop!”

She was running so far ahead of you that you almost lost sight of her, but you found her stopped, shooting down a bird. “Katniss!” She turned to you, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”

Before she could even respond, you heard your own name being called. “Y/N!”

Your head shot up, eyes wide. Katniss was trying to talk to you, but it was like her voice was muffled to you. “Y/N-”

“Mom?”

“Y/N, it’s not real-” 

It was almost like Katniss wasn’t there at all. You ran farther into the jungle, screaming, “Mom?!”

Katniss was shouting your name, but the only voice you could hear was your mother’s. “Y/N!” Katniss ran in front of you, grabbing ahold of your shoulders. “It’s not her! It’s just a jabberjay-”

You cut her off, shoving her away. “How do you think they got that sound, Katniss? Jabberjays copy!” Her eyes glazed over at your words, and then a new voice joined the mix, making her shake her head fervently. 

Whatever she was saying now, you could barely pay attention to it, hearing someone else call your name, the voice of a person you never thought you’d hear again.

“Bay?” You gasped. Tears came to your eyes. It escaped you that Bay was dead, that you held him in your arms as he died. All you could focus on was just how real his voice sounded.

Jabberjays swarmed around you, the voices now louder than ever. Katniss grabbed your arm and you, not there, let her drag you away, running away from the voices instead of toward them.

Your mother’s and Bay’s voices mixed together, screaming your name, your mother who you hadn’t spoken to in years and the boy who you let down. You screamed, too, trying to drown them out, but they were too loud.

Soon, Johanna, Peeta, and Finnick came into your vision. They were saying things, but they fell upon deaf ears. You couldn’t hear anything but the screams.

You hit a wall, banging on it. Finnick stood on the other side, trying to speak to you, but you couldn’t hear it at all. The dam in your eyes broke, tears running down your face like a waterfall.

You sunk to the ground, hands on your ears, sobbing.

“Y/N!”

“You killed me!”

“No, no, no,” you wailed, but they weren’t stopping.

“You killed me, Y/N!” Bay.

“You broke my heart.” Mom.

“I’m dead because of you!” Bay.

“I lost my daughter.” Mom.

“It’s all your fault.” Bay.

“You’re a monster.” Mom.

“You killed me.” Bay.

“You’re not my daughter anymore.” Mom.

“You’re a killer.” Bay.

“I don’t ever want to see you again.” Mom.

“You killed me.” Bay.

“You deserve to die.” Mom.

You don’t know when they stopped. You still heard the echoes of their voices in your head when they were gone. “Y/N!” Someone touched your shoulder, making you flinch. “It’s done. The hour’s done- it’s okay.”

You shot up, seeing Finnick right next to you. “My mom? Where’s my mom- Bay. Where’s- where’s-”

He grabbed your shoulders. “They’re not here, Y/N. It wasn’t real.”

You panted, shuffling back away from Finnick, but he didn’t let you get far, pulling you to him. You tried to fight against it, but he wasn’t letting up. Eventually, you gave up trying to fight, letting him hold you. He pet your hair, whispering to you.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You let the sound of his heart calm you down. It wasn’t real, you told yourself. Bay was dead. Your mom was okay. Finnick is alive. That’s what mattered.

After a few moments, you got up, Finnick watching you wearily. Johanna didn’t say anything, shooting you a look. You knew what she meant. You nodded, telling her without words that you were okay. You had to be okay. She nodded back.

You looked over, seeing Peeta still calming Katniss down on the ground. “Okay? They won’t touch Prim. Alright?” She shakily nodded, collecting herself.

“Your fiancé’s right. The whole country loves your sister.” You looked back to Johanna, seeing her standing on a rock. Her voice was both assuring and bitter. “If they tortured her or did anything to her-” she paused, chuckling, “forget the districts, there would be riots in the damn Capitol.”

She glanced to you and you saw the sheer fire in her eyes. Oh, you’d give anything to burn down that city with Snow in it.

“Hey, how does that sound, Snow?” She shouted, looking up to whatever cameras were in the sky. “What if we- what if we set your backyard on fire? You know, you can’t put everybody in here.” She turned back to you, seeing you all staring at her. “What? They can’t hurt me.” She shrugged, her voice was lowering as she looked to the ground. “There’s no one left that I love.”

You knew that Katniss and Peeta couldn’t have known the true depth of her words, but Beetee did. Finnick did. You did. Anyone watching at home- they couldn’t have understood. They must’ve thought she was crazy, but did any of them have even the slightest idea of who you all were? Did they know that she wasn’t always like this, that they made her this way? You were kids and the Capitol stole your innocence like it was nothing. For you and Finnick, they did it by selling you, and for Johanna, they did it by killing her family.

It may not have been fair to call Katniss lucky, she lost a lot, but at least her sister was alive. At least she still had a family. At least she wasn’t completely dead inside, like Johanna. Like Finnick. 

Like you. Johanna ended up walking off, giving the excuse that she’d get you both water. You all made your way back to the beach after that. You sat there, staring off into the distance. This place could’ve been beautiful, you thought. But now blood had been spilled all over it.

What was beautiful about that?

You didn’t have all the answers. Right now, it felt like you didn’t know anything. All you knew was that the man you loved was alive, arm wrapped around you, heart beating. Did he know that he was the only “sure” thing you had? Did he know how much you loved him?

It felt like you were supposed to tell him. You were gonna die soon; The Games would come to end, and so would your life. It felt like he was supposed to know. If you were gonna die, then shouldn’t he at least knew how you felt about him, how in love you were with him?

The answer you came to was no. You weren’t gonna complicate things—God knew this was already complicated enough, this thing you had. You didn’t have time to learn new steps to the dance. You just wanted to let the music play and dance until you couldn’t dance anymore.

You had been sitting there for a little while when Katniss broke the silence. “Who’s Bay?” You turned to her, but she wasn’t looking at you, staring at nothing like you were.

“Katniss-” Finnick tried to interject, but you stopped him, putting your hand on his without looking at him. If you looked him in the eye right now, then he’d be able to tell just how broken you felt. He could read you so easily. You didn’t want him to read you right now when you didn’t have the energy to fake it.

You didn’t want him to see you getting ready to die.

You weren’t exactly Katniss’ biggest fan, and she wasn’t yours, but here you were, sitting together in the same arena. She was you. She was you before everything got bad, worse than it already was.

Soon, you wouldn’t be allies anymore. Soon, one of you would die. So you’d bring down the mask, just for a second. Before you ended up on different sides, you’d show her that you were just like her.

“Bay…” you faltered, “I guess I didn’t know him all too well. Lived in the same district for fifteen years, but I never even spoke to him before we were in that arena, and by then, it was too late.” A burning sensation grew in your throat. “He died in my arms. He- he was gonna take the money from winning and take care of his parents, make sure they didn’t have to worry. He didn’t get to. So I did. I took care of ‘em- didn’t even dent my pockets.” A humourless chuckle left your lips. “You know, my mom and I don’t talk anymore. Says I’m a different person, and she’s right. So, sometimes, I think Bay was just better off.”

Katniss finally turned to you. She didn’t say anything- she didn’t have to. You saw the look in her eyes; she understood. But you wished she didn’t. You wished that nobody had to understand. You wished that Johanna didn’t understand, that Finnick didn’t understand. You wished that you could’ve all just been kids for a little while longer.

That’s when you got up, walking over to where the sand met the water. You wanted to admire this place before you were gone.

You heard someone walk up behind you, immediately knowing it was Finnick.

His voice was quiet, even though you were far from everyone else. “You never told me about Bay’s parents.” If only he knew all the things you didn’t tell him. 

But you didn’t say that. Instead, you just said, “I know.” He didn’t say anything else after that, wrapping arm around your waist and pulling you to him. You stared off into the distance together, just like those cold nights at the Capitol you spent together.

Sometimes, saying nothing with him was the equivalent of saying everything. 

Sometimes, it was better than saying anything.

You hadn’t been standing there for too long when Johanna came over, telling you guys that Beetee had a plan. You joined the others, listening to him explain how he wanted to lure the Careers to the beach then electrocute them as lightning struck the tree at midnight.

It was risky, and it all counted on the Brutus and Enobaria being at the beach in the first place, but you supposed it beat going into combat with them. You could take them if you needed to, but if there was a plan you could implement to avoid that, then you would.

If this plan worked, then the Careers would die instantly, leaving only the six of you in the arena. But only one of you would walk out, and it had to be Finnick.

Despite how the two of you had been at each other’s throats, you didn’t want to kill Katniss. You didn’t want to kill Peeta, the boy who reminded you so much of Finnick. You didn’t want to kill Beetee, who had made you laugh so many times you were at the Capitol. And you certainly didn’t want to kill Johanna, who was perhaps one of the only friends you had.

You hoped it wouldn’t be you, that you wouldn’t be the one to kill them. You didn’t want to kill anymore. You just wanted this to end.

You were so consumed by these thoughts that you missed the looks Finnick and Johanna shared and the look Beetee threw their way.

By nightfall, you were back in the jungle, making your way to the lightning tree. Beetee said something science-y, then you got started, wrapping the wire he invented around the tree.

“Typically, a lightning strike contains five billion joules of energy. We don’t want to be anywhere in the vicinity when this hits,” he said, finishing one last wrap before walking over to you, coil in hand. “You three girls, go together now. Take this. Unspool it carefully. Make sure the entire coil is in the water. You understand? Then head to the tree at the two o’clock sector. We’ll meet you there.”

You nodded, grabbing the coil as Peeta cut in, “I’m gonna go with them as a guard.”

You snorted, “What, golden boy, afraid we can’t protect ourselves?” Even in the dark, you could see the redness climb up his neck. “Don’t worry, your fiancé’s gonna be fine.”

“She’s right. They can protect themselves just fine. You’re staying here to protect me. And the tree,” Beetee dictated.

You glanced between Katniss and Peeta, spotting hesitation in both of them. It was happening, you realized. They were already moving to the other side of the board.

“No, I need to go with her.”

“There are two Careers out there. I need at least two guards.”

“Finnick can protect you just fine on his own- Y/N and I could trade places.”

Katniss now spoke up, “Yeah, why don’t Johanna, Finnick, and Y/N stay with you and Peeta and I’ll take the coil?”

“You want to face the Careers by yourself?” You narrowed your eyes. Katniss looked to you, trying to maintain an unwavering expression. “You do realize that you’ve only been at this a year, right? Not only that, you’re from 12. These are people who trained their whole lives just to kill.”

Katniss didn’t have a response, just as you expected. Finnick must have caught onto the tension, questioning, “Is there a problem here?”

Beetee responded speedily, “Excellent question.” Katniss looked back to him, and you knew that she knew her fight was over. She was out of her depth here.

After a second, she replied, “No. There’s no problem.” Not yet, but knowing her, there would be one soon. You and Johanna waited for her to say her goodbyes to Peeta before getting ready to go.

You were walking away when you suddenly came to a stop. You passed the coil to Katniss, then walked back to the tree. Finnick’s brows raised as you beelined for him, but then his eyes just closed as your lips met his.

The music was louder than it’d ever been, like it knew that the beat could drop any minute now. This kiss was equal passion and softness. You kissed him like you’d never get do it again, and that could very well be true. He kissed back just as passionately, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him.

You knew Finnick didn’t love you. You knew he had a girl waiting for him back home, but if you were gonna die, then you just wanted to do that one last time. You wanted one last kiss from your one true love, even if you weren’t his.

When you eventually pulled away for air, he still didn’t let you go, resting his forehead against yours as you both breathed heavily. “I- I need to go now.”

He ran a hand through your hair, opening his eyes to look into yours. “I’ll see you at midnight?” You smiled, hoping he didn’t see how sad you were.

“Yeah, I’ll see you at midnight,” you said, knowing how probable it was that you wouldn’t.

Then you walked away.

The jungle was dead silent except for the sound of your footsteps and crickets. All you had to do was get to the beach, then get as far away from it as possible. You wanted to meet Finnick at midnight.

But that wasn’t gonna happen.

Katniss suddenly stopped. You looked to her, seeing her trying to pull the coil to no avail. “There’s something…” She pulled it again, and then the wire snapped.

You saw Brutus, knowing Enobaria couldn’t have been far away. You pulled your sword out of its sheath while Katniss drew an arrow, but before either of you could do anything, you were falling to the ground, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your head spun. You didn’t need to see it to know that you were losing blood—you could feel it. Get up, get up, get up, get up, you chanted, but it was as if your limbs were frozen.

You heard Katniss scream. You mustered up the strength to turn you head, seeing Johanna leaning over her, cutting into her arm. She shushed her, then looked up and cursed under her breath.

“Both of you, stay down,” she grit out, then she threw her axe at targets you couldn’t see, running away from you both. She did this, you realized. For some reason, you were shocked, but didn’t you always know this would happen? Didn’t you always know that you’d end up against each other in the end?

Didn’t you already know this would end in your last breath?

You did, but you still found yourself questioning: was this it? Was this how you died? Did Johanna just leave you to die?

Suddenly, you could hear Finnick, screaming yours and Johanna’s names. You wanted to scream back, to tell him you were right there, but it was like your mouth couldn’t form the words.

This was it. This was how you died.

You’d been preparing for this since the Quell was even announced, but you just weren’t expecting it, not yet. There were still people left.

At that thought, it was like the world stopped. 

There were still people left.

You couldn’t just leave Finnick to fend for himself.

You shot up as if you had just been doused in cold water, reaching beside you to feel that your sword was still there. Your eyes searched for Katniss. She was just right next to you, but now she was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t even know that she left.

You shakily stood up, dots dancing around your vision the same way you were. You still had dancing to do.

A cannon fired, and you started running, screaming Finnick’s name, not caring if alerted anyone of where you were. You ran faster as you heard the sky booming.

Soon, Finnick came into your vision, Katniss not far from him, aiming an arrow up to the sky. 

And then you saw nothing.

The last thing you remembered was being blasted backward, sparks everywhere, lightning.

And then the music stopped.

When Finnick woke up, it was like he almost forgot where he was, and then he remembered what happened. Katniss shot an arrow at the force field.

He ripped the IV out of his arm, pushing past the aching in his bones and sitting up, looking around. Katniss and Beetee were lying down in front of him, still asleep. He furrowed his brows. There was no one else.

His eyes darted around the room, looking for you, looking for a sign that you were here, but he couldn’t find one.

“Y/N?” His voice echoed in the empty room. You didn’t answer.

He got up, calling your name louder. “Y/N?” Still no answer. 

This was impossible. You had to be here, you had to be on the hovercraft somewhere, you just had to. His mind went to the worst case scenario, but that couldn’t be. You had to be here.

He went for the first doors he saw, expecting to see you on the other side, but he was only met with Haymitch and Plutarch. His heart beat faster now. Where were you?

He ignored Haymitch completely, turning to Plutarch. “Where is she?” It should’ve been an easy answer, but the Gamemaker had an expression that Gamemakers rarely had. Sympathy. 

No. This can’t be happening.

He stepped closer, venom in his voice. “Where is she?”

Haymitch intervened. “Finnick, maybe you wanna sit down-”

“Where the fuck is my girlfriend?” They both gave each other a look that infuriated him even further. “Is someone gonna tell me where she is or are you two just gonna stand here all day?”

“Finnick-”

“Where is she, Plutarch?”

The greying man stared at him like he was hesitant to speak, which was saying something, because Plutarch always said whatever was on his mind. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, like he was trying to calm down a rabid animal. “Her tracker was never removed-”

“Okay, so where is she?”

“We couldn’t get her, Finnick.” His ears rang.

They couldn’t get her.

“We couldn’t get Johanna and Peeta, either-”

All of a sudden, Finnick charged at him, but Haymitch quickly went and stopped him, holding him back. “You said you’d get her out! You told me she was gonna be safe!”

“Calm the hell down, Finnick!”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!” He pushed himself out of Haymitch’s arms, turning and glaring at him. “Katniss is here! Of course, you’re calm- my person is still out there!”

“She’s still alive.”

“Yeah, for how long?”

Plutarch cut in, “They won’t kill her, Finnick. They know how valuable she is.”

“You don’t have to make someone’s heart stop to kill them, Heavensbee,” he spat. “If anyone should know that, it’s you.” The Gamemakers were creative. He knew that the Capitol would spare no expense to hurt you.

After what they did, rebelling like this, you’d be the one to answer for it. Even though you didn’t know a thing about it.

“Listen, kid, you need to calm down now.” Haymitch looked at him with hard eyes. “You need to pull it together. When Katniss wakes up, she’s gonna be confused and angry, just like you. We need her. If you want any of this to mean something, if you want any chance of ever seeing your girl again, then we need her. So you need to cool it.”

Finnick ran a hand through his hair, mind moving seventy miles per hour. The Capitol had you. They had you. You were supposed to be here, and they had you, and he didn’t even get the chance to tell you. There was so much to tell you, and what if he never got that chance again?

Haymitch was right. If he wanted to see you again, to have that chance, to ever dance with you again, then he had to pull it together. He had to be strong.

For you.

“Okay, what do you need me to do?”

Your death was always expected, at least it was to you. When you pictured an ending in your head, this was it. You knew it was coming. What you didn’t expect was ever waking up again. 

But you did.

Your eyes opened to a dark room, fluorescent lights flickering on the ceiling. This wasn’t the arena, but you’d soon learn that you didn’t need to be in an arena to play a twisted game. 

Am I alive? you wondered.

Your question was soon answered. No, you weren’t alive. You were in Hell.

Because, sitting in a chair across from you, was the Devil himself.

President Snow smiled. “Hello, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“It appears that you and I have a lot to discuss.”

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[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part nine

summary: may the odds be ever in your favour.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: this is the teaaaa guys,, also should i post the playlist tn?? i feel like its almost ready 0.0

series masterlist // playlist

"You should go home. You can't save her by just hoping she comes out of her little tunnels again..." Coryo turns his head at the Dean's voice on his left. "She could be dead in there. You wouldn't know."

Your friend sighs, rolling his eyes and redirecting them to the screen ahead. Just in case.

"What are you reading?" He points to the open book on Coryo's desk in front of him as the boy quickly closes it, pulling it down onto his lap.

"Just a book." He mumbles.

The Dean gets closer, leaning over to read the cover as Coryo flips it over. "Just a book?" He probes it more, raising an eyebrow at him. "The very same one your poet was reading in all the live feeds of the zoo over the last few days. That's sweet."

"It's interesting. That's all. She asked for it, I wanted to know why." Coryo brushes it off, holding the paper tighter in his grip.

"What do you want from that girl?" He asks, leaning against the empty desk next to him.

"Nothing." Coryo insists. "I want her to live."

Dean Highbottom hums, giving a slight nod. "And the Plinth Prize would be a happy coincidence, I suppose."

Coriolanus smiles bitterly, thinking over what his best response would be. "I believe I'd be entitled to it."

"Of course you do." The Dean nods, flashing him a fake smile of encouragement. "Of course you do. The prize, the girl. Hm. How convenient you don't have to choose between them."

Coryo tucks the book under his leg at the statement, choosing not to grace his superior with any kind of response.

"Who do you think makes that final decision for the prize you so covet, Mister Snow? Wake up. Even if she somehow wins it all, I will do everything in my power to ensure that you don't see a dime." Dean Highbottom spits, looking up at the screen as well as Coryo slowly looks over at him. "So, ask yourself, how much do you care if she wins now?"

Coryo listens to the man's footsteps as he walks away, pretending to focus on the screen again. If he truly had no shot at the prize, would it be best for him to go home now and sleep like many of his classmates already had? Should he even bother to watch the cameras hoping that you'll reappear in the dark arena at some point tonight? Should he even come back? Of course he would. He couldn't live with the idea of you coming out, in desperate need of something only he could give you, food or water, and knowing that at some point you would realize he had lied to you. That he wasn't with you anymore. He would have to watch your heartbreak in holiday reruns for the rest of his life. Even if you died in that arena all alone, would you realize that he didn't care about you at the end? He couldn't take the idea of it.

As he returns to the book that he's pulled back onto his lap, he hopes you still remember.

It's another slow hour before you show your face again, slowly, carefully opening the vent across the arena as the motion cameras pick up on it, allowing Coryo to watch the closest one to you. It's a moment before he looks up, entranced in your book when he sees the movement in his peripheral vision. He was the only one there, now, and he knew it likely wasn't you that the cameras picked up so it took him a moment to even tear his eyes away from the desk, slotting the dried-up flower between the pages. When he does see it's you, he sits up quickly. Watching, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it didn't come, there was no one else. It's just you.

Your eyes scan the arena in search of the nearest camera after seeing that there are no other tributes out in the clearing besides Lamina, where you left her on the beam. You crawl out, leaving the vent open behind you for a quick retreat. You find the camera, looking into it. You were covered in dirt head to toe, but even through that Coryo could see it when you tried to communicate with your gaze. With him.

You give a small wave to the camera, eyes flitting up with the sound of birds in the crumbled rafters above you.

He wasn't sure what you wanted, but he was grateful you listened. Tapping through his communicuff, he quickly finds water and hits send. Hopefully, it makes it to you instead of breaking like Lamina's did.

You stand up in front of the vent, stretching out your limbs from being curled up and crawling around in the vent system for so long. You wanted to explore as much of it as you could, but it was hot in there, and you desperately needed water so you could clear out the dust in your throat.

A smile falls onto your face briefly as you see the drone come in, carrying your water bottle. Coryo. He is watching. You hold your hand out, prepared to try and catch it before it crashes loudly into the stands just behind you. From watching what happened with Lamina's, you know you have to be careful. The blades aren't well covered, and they come flying in fast. Straight toward you. When it gets too close you bail, ducking down as the fast-moving drone flies straight past you and into the vent. You cringe at the loud banging that follows, echoing throughout the arena due to your beloved vent system. You stay hidden for a moment, making sure no one is coming after you before standing up and looking around. Satisfied that no one was coming besides Lamina who just stirred on her beam, you held your finger up toward the camera, signaling for Coryo to wait as you crawled back in.

He chews on the inside of his cheek as he waits, relieved when you emerge a minute or so later with an unbroken bottle in your hand as you kneel on the ground in front of the opening. You hold it up, shooting the camera a small smile before opening it and taking a sip. Or, you intended to, but you were so thirsty you downed almost the whole thing in one go.

You wipe your chin, take a deep breath, and close your eyes. It felt so good. Coryo is watching you intently. You don't look cold, which is good. Maybe even a little sweaty, if the hair that's clinging to your forehead is proof of that. You're probably hungry. And with that, he's sending you an apple. If you weren't hungry, it wasn't a lot to eat, but if you were, he would be able to tell by how you ate it.

You hear the distant whir of another drone, quickly standing up and stepping away from the vent. You want to avoid that loud echoing as much as you can. You brace yourself and duck beneath the seat in front of you, hiding behind the railing so it wouldn't hit you.

It crashes into the front of the stands, and you can hear it falling down onto the floor. You stand up slowly, looking over the edge. You were so hungry, now that you saw the apple there, that you hopped down over the side and walked along the edge of the railing before sliding down where it was safest. You watch your steps as you make your way over to the broken drone and the battered apple that was attached to it.

You scan the ground, looking for that delicious flash of red which you pick out quickly. You pick it up and wipe it off on your dress, taking a bite before you're even fully stood up again. You could moan just at the taste of it. You had missed fruit so much- occasionally Coryo and Sejanus had brought you some in the zoo, but now it was something else entirely. Every bite could be your last, and you try to enjoy it as best you can.

You track the arena again from the floor, looking around again for the nearest camera. You turn when you see it's pretty much directly above your head. You wave again, giving Coryo a grateful smile, weakened by the stress of the day's events, and by your inevitable death. Nevertheless, you tried to keep on a brave face; you didn't want him to view you as careless or ungrateful. "Thank you." You say, unsure if there is even a microphone.

You tilt your head at the camera, confusing him as you squint. "Can you hear me?" You ask and he nods, alone in the large room.

"I can hear you." He whispers back to the open air, watching as you swiftly turn around, facing away from the camera.

"If you can hear me, send..." You think about it. What is something they would definitely have available but obscure enough that you would know he heard you? "Send in something odd. Something you're surprised is even an option."

He flicks through the pages and pages of options, unsure what to pick. Bread was too basic, no apples, water, no. Milk? That's weird, and gross. It's perfect. He hits send and watches as you eat your apple, looking up at the opening at the top waiting for something else to come.

You smile as you see it coming in, looking back at the camera briefly before bracing yourself to dodge the flying gift. You wait until the last second, jumping out of the way as it smashes into the wall behind you, the bottle shattering and spraying the surface in milk. Coryo cringes just at the sight of it as you turn and look.

You scrunch up your nose and get closer, running your finger through the dripping liquid to try and identify it. "Milk?" You ask, looking up at the camera.

He smiles to match yours as it grows on your face and you start to laugh quietly. "That is odd, indeed." You giggle, shaking your head. "Well, thank you, dear Coryo. At least I shall have someone to talk to." You take another bite out of the apple in your hand.

"I hope you had a good day." You hum, covering your mouth as you chew. "But you should be getting home soon. I think it is late."

It's so you to be so caring, even finding yourself within the games you're still worried about him. He smiles to himself, shaking his head. He continues to click through the communicuff in the silence that follows, just to get a better idea of all your options, when he finds something better.

Finally, the keyboard makes sense. He quickly types the note out to you and hits send. It's pricey to send a note, putting a dent in your donations, but you had so many it wasn't really a concern at this point. After all, he was your mentor. It only made sense that he would kind of be able to communicate with you.

You perk your head up at the sound of another drone, ready to play this game again. You dodge it more smoothly this time, with a spin that puts a smile on your mentor's face before picking up the small container clipped on the bottom of the drone and prying it open.

You smile when you see it's just a piece of paper. "I'm not leaving. -C"  You read, looking up at the camera.

"Well then," You grin. "Let's talk! It is not day."

He remembers that one. You've said that one to him before- you said it was Romeo and Juliet. He's actually sure he just read it. If the book belonged to him, he would be highlighting and annotating every line you have recited to him over the last couple weeks just like he does in his textbooks.

"That's Romeo and Juliet, if you remember." You remind him, assuming that he wouldn't know it yet. Even if he had started reading it, which he shouldn't have considering you know he's been busy, it was unlikely he'd get that far in under a day. You didn't know that he was inhaling every word on the page in the moments you were off-screen, devouring every blank verse as if it were sacred. To you, and now to him, it almost was. 

You look around as you chew on your apple, stopping when you look at Marcus again. You sigh, sadly, seeing the birds now crowding his body as you quickly begin to make your way over. Lamina sits up as you approach, looking over the edge of the beam. "Just me." You whisper, reassuring her before you shoo the birds away as she lays back down.

You crouch down next to the boy, gently rolling him onto his back. You hadn't the chance earlier, too rushed by the daylight to get back into hiding, but now was as good a time as any. You gently cross his arms over his chest and close his eyes.

You sit back, carefully adjusting his clothes before getting up, as satisfied as you could be with the makeshift burial.

You take a few steps back, retreating quietly to the edge of the arena to get back to your vent. You climb up into the stands just as you hear another drone coming, quickly climbing the stairs so it doesn't fall back down into the ring. You grab it when it's settled, smiling to yourself when you see it's another note.

"No cameras in the vents. Only come out if you need anything. -C"

"Thank you, Coryo." You whisper, looking up at the camera and nodding before retreating inside, closing the fan quietly behind you.

You curl up just past the entrance to the vent, hoping to get some sleep near the fresh air. The exhaustion kicks in quickly after you eat the entire core of the apple, knocking you out in the darkness of the tunnel.

When you wake, it's still dark. You sit up quickly, realizing where you are. Rubbing your eyes, you look out of the vent to see the source of the sound that woke you. You quickly spot a figure kneeling over Marcus's body, blinking to try and see who it is through the sleep still in your eyes.

You should stay hidden, you know that, but from behind at least, it doesn't look like another tribute.

"Sejanus?" You whisper, the vast space carrying your voice to his ears and he quickly turns. You were lucky it was him, but you were able to make a quick escape if it turned out to be someone else. "Sejanus, it's just me." You continue, and as you ease yourself down the debris piled up against the wall he just turns back to Marcus.

You take careful, nearly silent steps as you walk up behind him. "Sejanus?" You say again, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He shakes his head slightly, looking up at you. Tears filled his eyes and stained his cheeks, and you very quickly felt the tears building up in your own eyes as well. "Oh..." You quickly kneel down next to him, pulling him into a hug which he gratefully accepts. "Oh, Sejanus I'm so sorry... I wanted to save him, I did..." You choke on every word as you apologize.

"It's not fair." He sniffs, shaking his head gently under your grip as you soothingly rub the back of his head.

"I know... He didn't deserve that." You agree, ignoring the tears dripping down to your jaw and tickling your skin. "But I want you to know I told him how loved he is, and how sorry we all are. He knew. In his final moments, he knew..."

He tenses under your hold. "It... it was you?" He mutters, pulling away.

"No! No, I-" You quickly defend yourself, head shaking as your arms drop from around him and he looks over at you, understated anger beginning to shine through. "Sejanus, I didn't..."

Any trust he had in you was seemingly gone at that moment. You were worried you flipped a switch you couldn't unturn, that any relationship you had built with the boy had died and been replaced with the thought that maybe you were no better than the game makers themselves. Marcus was defenseless, and it felt like Sejanus thought you took advantage of that.

Your thought process proved to be correct. "He was defenseless! Innocent!" You could tell he would shout if you weren't both so worried about staying quiet. His anger quickly reverted back to hurt. "How could you?"

"I promise, it's not what it sounds like-" You try to correct him, to get him to forgive you as your chest constricts around your lungs. One of the two friends you made in your final days; gone. Just like that.

"Hey!" Another voice startles the both of you, already just a few feet away. You didn't realize how vulnerable you were while you were fighting to prove yourself. You scramble to get up, standing just in front of Sejanus as he knelt on the ground, making no attempts to move. "Y/N. Get out of here." Coryo instructs you, still in his academy uniform.

"Coryo, I-"

"Go hide. Now. It's not safe for you out here." He insists, eyes cold and serious.

"No, not until-"

"I said go. I can't be talking to you, we'll both be punished. Go."

God, he wanted to talk to you. He wanted to do more than talk to you. He wanted to hug you for the first time unimpeded, to grab your hand and pull you outside to where you would be safe, but he knew that neither was an option. You're safer in the vent than you would be in the hands of Dr. Gaul after he was seen talking to you, that's for sure.

He has to bite his tongue to keep from asking you to stay while you scurry off to do as he said and climb back into the vent, his mother's scarf still tied securely around your waist. He hated that this could possibly be the last time you saw him, but he had no choice.

"Sejanus, let's go." He whispers to his friend, once he is satisfied that you are really going.

"She killed him..." He mumbles in response.

"She didn't kill him." Coryo quickly corrects him.

"She said-"

"He begged for their help, and she held his hand while she," He points up the beam where a now sleeping Lamina lay quietly, "did it. Now let's get out of here."

He urges him on and Sejanus looks up at him. "He asked them to." Coryo hisses to iterate his point. "Y/N couldn't do it even then."

Sejanus looks up to the vent just as the door creaks closed behind you. "I just wanted to help..." He says softly, eyes watering.

"If you want to help, the best thing you can do is come with me."

"No, I had to be where the cameras are, I need to show them-"

"Do you think anyone is watching this?" Coryo asks as his friend finally stands up. He was making progress, but slowly. This needed to move faster. "Gaul cut the feed. Come with me now, or-"

"But you said-"

"You can't help them if you die in here and become another body in Gaul's war." Coryo cuts him off. There was very little time for arguments, and that timer was rapidly ticking down. "Go home, spend your father's money, do some real good. And don't blame her. She's just as innocent as Marcus was and you know that. Who do you think shut his eyes? Posed him like that? She sobbed for an entire hour after holding his hand while he died!"

Sejanus is speechless, staring down at his tribute's body.

"I watched it all! She's alone in here. She has no one!" He whispers in his ear. "We are all she has. Me and you on the outside, and if you want to help that girl and all the tributes after her, we have to go right now or neither of us will see the light of day again and she will starve and die truly alone. Please, Sejanus. You're her friend... My friend. Come with me."

Sejanus looks at him, the two boys just inches apart as he nods with a resigning sigh. "Okay." He whispers.

Coryo sighs in relief. "Thank you, come-" He starts to turn back when they both are scared by the sound of footsteps sprinting toward them. "Come on!" He shouts, grabbing his classmate's sleeve and dragging him behind as they make for the red lighting of the exit.

You watch from the slits in the fan, hands perched on the blade as you lean against it to get a better view. Your heart is racing as you watch Coryo and Sejanus book it for the exit. God, you hope they make it.

They almost do.

Until Sejanus trips over the turnstile you know and hate, crying out in pain upon hitting the ground. Immediately, you're pushing the door open loudly and running along the railing, hoping to get closer to the exit without running the risk of cutting through the middle of the arena. "Coryo! Run!" You yell helplessly, careless of whether or not you'll be heard or seen by others. All you wanted was to create a distraction. To save him.

But he doesn't run, even as you see him stumble back in the red lighting of the tunnel, hissing when Bobbin's blade strikes him somewhere. "Coryo!" You cry out again, more out of fear. Was it serious? Was he already in the process of bleeding out?

You quickly hop the railing abandoning your safety, sliding down the concrete and stumbling upon hitting the ground. "I don't want to hurt you!" You hear his voice again as you run into full view of the tunnel, still about twenty feet away.

Just in time to see Bobbin fall back between the metal gate, landing a good ways away.

"Enjoy the show!"

You flinch when your friend steps out after him, chest rising and falling heavily as he stares down at the boy's body. Silent, unmoving, dead.

Then he brings the club down on him again.

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[swissboyhisch]

NSFW Alphabet: Jack Hughes

Shout out to @lukehughes43 for the help on this. This is for you and @alwayshughes... The Jack girlies ❤️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

In the beginning of your relationship, Jack wasn’t the greatest at aftercare. He didn’t know it was a thing for a good couple months into your relationship. Up until you asked to cuddle one night after your post-game sex session. Somehow it came up within the locker room conversations and boy were some of the older players unhappy. They explained to Jack the importance of aftercare for partners. The next time you guys had finished having sex, he helped you clean up, grabbed you a water bottle and was quick to cuddle you. Soon it became a post-sex routine. And it was something that Jack came to love.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of yours was your boobs. You may think they’re just lumps of fat, he loves them.  The sight of your boobs could get him hard at once. Always resting his hands on them, cupping them. When home alone, he would totally slide his hand up your shirt, just placing his hand on your boob.

His favourite body part on himself was his hands. The veins. The rough skin, despite you encouraging him to moisturise them constantly. His hands roaming your bare skin was his favourite feeling. Rough against smooth. How large they were in comparison to your hands. Holding them tightly, almost protectively. His hands were always touching you. In reach at all hours of the day.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to keep it clean. Usually just finishing in the condom inside of you. If he was to cum on your body, it was probably your stomach or ass just after he pulled out. And he’d always make sure to clean it up with the baby wipes in your bedside table drawer. Clean and tidy. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Despite Jack being pretty vanilla, he’s heard some of his teammates discuss their sex lives. One thing that piqued his interest was choking. He loved seeing his hands on your body but the thought of his hands wrapped around your neck... Like a pretty necklace… Oh it got him fired up. But he’s a little shy. You’d have to mention something about it before him to speak up about his thoughts.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite Jack having the hot fuck boy persona, he hasn’t had as much experience as everyone believes. Sure he’s made out with random chicks at a club, but he’s never brought them back to his place. He only ever goes to their place. And it’s never more than once with a hook-up.

But on the other hand, he knows what to do. He’s had a few flings over the years. Jack knows where the clit is, that's for sure. But he learns as you two go. Picking up on when you really like something he does and when it’s something you don’t really favour. After a year, he knows you like the back of his hand.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

His favourite position is basic, missionary. Maybe throw in some cow girl or doggy on the odd occasion. Jack wasn’t one for complicated positions. Simple. Easy. Intimate. He liked being able to see your face most of the time. It let him gauge how he was doing, if you were enjoying it as such. His hands have to be able to touch you, hold you close. Able to worship your body.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Majority of the time, Jack was serious throughout your sexual endeavours. Reasonably quiet apart from his grunts and moans. He was always immersed into the sexual experience. But there were the odd occasions where Jack was hyper, still high on adrenaline after a game or an event. That was when he was more talkative, cracking jokes and dirty talk. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jack keeps his pubic hair trimmed and neat. Much like his cum placement, everything was neat and tidy. He’d prefer you to be neat as well but he didn’t care what you did with your own pubes. Shaved. Trimmed. Waxed. It didn’t matter.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

How Jack grew up, with seeing his parents love and how they treat each other, he sees it as an intimate time. Sure he’s had his hook up. But when he’s in a relationship, it’s a time between the two of you to show your love to each other.  

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jack’s a young man. His sex drive is high. When it isn’t possible to be with you, he’ll definitely use his hand. Especially on the road. He misses you and seeing pictures of you… things escalate. And quickly. If you send some spicy pictures, or he has a little file of you on his phone, he’ll prefer that over porn. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves nudes. Naked or wearing lingerie (especially devils red), it didn’t matter. It was Jack’s weakness. When he’s on the road and you’re in a teasing mood, sending him those pictures. It will have him begging for you. More nudes or phone sex, he’ll take anything he can get. Just one picture of you teasing your body could get him desperate for more. More lace. More skin. A picture of you will make him weak.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Jack’s favourite place to have sex is the bedroom. Privacy is a big thing. Especially after being so sought after by fangirls and fans. The safety of the bedroom was his. His space to do whatever he wants with you. If you two lived together, with no roommates, he would expand that to the entire apartment. But only if the curtains were closed and the doors locked.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Everything about you got him in the mood. If you look at him for too long he starts picturing you being under him. A picture of you even showing a little bit of skin has him thinking. Even when you’re arguing, he can’t help but think it’s hot. You, as his person, is his biggest turn on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jack wouldn’t hurt you. Sure some light choking or impact play is fine but nothing too extreme. He loves you and in his mind, hurting you, even if you enjoy it, wasn’t love. His mother and father instilled in him that he was to treat his future partner lovingly and like a queen. To him, hurting a woman is violence, let alone hurting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving, receiving… It didn’t matter. Sure Jack liked receiving, like many others, but he was more than happy to go down on you. He wasn’t the greatest at oral in the beginning but over the course of your relationship he had really come to hone in his skills. Jack loved listening to the sounds you would make. The little moans and groans. Whimpers too. 

But when you go down on him… boy he’s a mess. Usually he’s somewhat quiet. Until you go down on him that is. That’s when his moans and whimpers become louder. Which fuels you even more. He loves when you go down on him. But he won’t ask because he doesn’t want you to feel pressured. He’ll take what he gets. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a mix. If he’s got pent up energy or he’s coming off the adrenaline rush that is an ice hockey game, it’s fast. You have to beg for it to be hard if you want that. Same applies for a quickie when you have one. I mean that is the definition of a quickie. But he can keep up his pace longer than your previous relationships. Thanks to all those years of hockey. 

If he wants to take his time, it’s slow and sensual. In the morning after you’ve just woken up. The lazy, slow sex in the morning light sneaking in through the curtains. That when his hands are just wandering your bare skin. Taking in the whole experience. Pleasuring every little piece of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Jack isn’t opposed to having a quickie if you two didn’t have time. He’s a young boy, of course he’s horny. He’ll take what he can get. Maybe before a game and you two were cutting it short in time. Or you were going out and you looked too hot to not do something. It doesn’t happen that often as Jack prefers to take him time. He likes to be able to drag out the experience, take his time to worship you like you deserve. But he’s not scared to just slip the panties to the side and slide in. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He isn’t too risky when it comes to places the two you actually have sex at. Keeping mostly to the bedroom. But he’s willing to experiment within the bedroom. That’s if you say something. Jack’s pretty shy with bringing up something he wants to try. He’d wait for you. To either mention wanting to try it. Or when you finally realise he’s been itching to realise something. That’s when he’d vocalise what he wanted to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Jack can go a couple rounds for sure. But he’s not an all night kinda guy. Maybe three at most over the course of the evening. But each round lasts. He’s the “doesn’t finish until you finish” kinda guy. On average it’s usually two rounds at most but when he gets all hyped up. Three for sure. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own toys. Oh except for a pair of fluffy handcuffs the boys got him as a 21st birthday present. For months, they sat in the back of his dresser. Until you found them. Even then it took a few weeks to convince Jack to use them. When he finally did, let's just say the cuffs became a repeat offender within your relationship.

You owned a vibrator. One that was often used while Jack was on roadtrips with the team. He had never seen one in person until you two got together. At first he was hesitant to use it. After a little encouragement, Jack finally took you up on the offer. Then he realised it was his friend not foe. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn't too much of a tease. Sometimes Jack gets carried away whilst going down on you or during foreplay. It’s never extensive. But he can’t deny that he loves listening to you beg him. Whimper his name. If you tease him back, he cracks almost immediately. Becomes an absolute moaning mess. He can’t take much of the teasing. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jack’s pretty quiet normally during sex. The quiet moans and groans. Mainly it’s just noises but when he moans your name... Music to your ears. He’s most vocal when you go down on him. When he’s by himself, he can get away with jacking off in a roommate situation due to his quiet nature during sex.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has a private file on his phone of pictures of you posing in lingerie. Jack just loves the way you look. You’ve nearly covered the whole rainbow by this point. But his personal favourite was red, the devils. Jack buys you lingerie randomly. A new set he saw that made him think of you. Or one you’ve been talking about. And if we’re being honest, he’s definitely ripped some of your lingerie. Jack always replaces them though. God forbid he ruins his chances of seeing you in lace.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jack’s an average size. Maybe a little longer than average. 7 inches. But he’s on the thinner side. Curved a little. Hits just the right spot when he slides in.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a high sex drive. Just looking at you will get him riled up. Jack wants you 24/7. He wants you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He knows when it is or isn’t appropriate to act on his feelings. But it does mean he will hint to sex in public. You’ve learnt over the course of the relationship, his little tells of when he’s horny. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jack makes sure to take care of you first. Once you’re taken care of and settled, he’ll take care of himself. After that it’s cuddle time. Despite him trying to wait until you fall asleep. It’s more often than not, he’ll crash before you. 

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🍀 TYCHE: Goddess of Fortune and Luck 🎰

Author's note: Hello everyone! In lieu of posting the major gods demigod headcanons, here is the minor gods version!As usual these headcanons will contain what it's like being claimed and what it's like for the respective god and cabin, followed by a small story between you, the reader, and the respective demigod of that god. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! [PJO MINOR GODS DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST] Disclaimer: To new fans or strictly TV watchers of the PJO series, future spoilers for the entire PJO series books will be referenced. Read at your own risk.

When you get claimed, you literally feel like you won the lottery. Which in this case is being claimed by Tyche. Four leaf clovers begin to grow underneath your feet, there is an acorn in your pocket, there are hummingbirds and cardinals flying around you. 

“May the odds be in your favour”, these words are either a blessing or words of dread when a child of Tyche says it to someone. 

You have at least a lucky item. Every child of Tyche has a lucky item that ranges from conventional symbols of luck or your personal item. 

There’s word that items belonging to a child of Tyche are lucky but someone tried to take one without them knowing, and it only brought them really, really bad luck. By the time people figured it out, and they were told to give it back lest the bad luck actually kills them. All tokens belonging to children of Tyche are only lucky if consensually and explicitly given. 

On the other hand, the Aphrodite cabin and a few other romantics/literary folks out there do find it absolutely endearing at the story how one time, a daughter of Tyche took a lock of her own hair and gave it to a guy who was about to enter a competition, and won in her favour. It was like something straight out of a story about a medieval lady and her knight. 

Fortune favours the bold. The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward. You’ll get the luck and the reward, but at what cost? Everyone around you’ll balance you out and get all your bad luck.

I wouldn’t say the Nemesis cabin are your parallels nor are they your enemy or ally. Their mother’s domain is a disruptor of Fortune, bad and good, so Tyche has a connection with Nemesis. How this applies to you will depend, but let’s just say it’s not uncommon to have a child of Nemesis having a presence in your life. They’ll balance out the Luck basically. Which is why the Nemesis cabin is paired with the Tyche Cabin in Capture the Flag; to keep things fair for the other team.

When Palamedes offered the first set of dice that he supposedly invented, and given Tyche deals with chance, it’s not uncommon for you to own a set of dice. It can be a traditional set of dice, but as time goes on, it’s not surprising when children of Tyche start carrying around DnD dice. There is much debate if a child of Tyche is only allowed to carry one D20 ever. 

Never play Poker or bet against a child of Tyche. Even if you do play, DON’T BET. It’s a general warning to never bet because it’s not healthy and can be very risky, but against a child of Tyche? Prepared to lose in ways you didn’t know you could even lose. 

Children of Tyche often have skirmishes with children of Nike. Who will win? Absolute Luck VS Overwhelming Victory? This also brings in the fact that the Tyche Cabin and the Nike Cabin are to never ever be put on the same team. In the early days post-Titan war, all games and especially Capture of the Flag have been won by them in the most absurd, improbable way ever. Good thing at that coincidence, not only Artemis and Mr. D were watching, but also Hestia during that time because no one expected to see a flying catapult of burning artillery heading straight for the opposing team that was basically like mini meteors. One of said large shrapnels hit the lava wall, which caused a lava spill that headed for the opposing team, and also by extension, also the home team. Percy Jackson had to kick into overdrive using all his power to summon the water to absorb the impact and take out all the fire. The Demeter kids, Dryads and Satyrs were also not very happy, which made Mr. D unhappy. The Apollo cabin is still re-stocking their supplies from the non-lethal casualties. The Athena and Hephaestus cabins are still doing repairs and renovations. Good thing the Tyche children have a lot of money; probably for these reasons. 

When you get claimed, you can hear something like the sound of winning the lottery. There are dings, and ringings, while birds are flying around you and four leaf clovers are sprouting underneath your feet. You then saw a girl with fierce almond eyes look at you as she made her way over to you.

 “Hi! You must be the new child of Tyche!” she said while approaching you. 

“Um, yeah I am! And you are…?” you asked a bit hesitantly. 

“I’m Chiara Benvenuti, daughter of Tyche and cabin leader of the Tyche cabin! Nice to meet you!” 

You introduced yourself to her as she looked around a bit suspiciously before guiding you away towards a direction, leaning close to you as if to whisper something. You were confused what she was doing before she spoke, 

“Do you have a lucky item?” she asked quietly. 

You stared at her for a moment before I clicked. “Oh! Oh yeah, yeah I have it. Wait, do all children of Tyche have one?”

Chiara nodded, shaking her charm bracelet. “Yeah, every child of Tyche has a lucky item or an item significant to them that it acts as if it’s a lucky item to others. As cabin leader, I need to tell you to keep a good eye on it or keep it out of other’s hands.”

“Wait why?” you asked as you were approaching the Hermes cabin. 

“Back during the early days, when everyone was still adjusting to the minor gods’ demigods, someone once took a child of Tyche’s item, which turned out to be their lucky item. Instead of bringing them luck, it brought incredible misfortune that just got worse and worse and started to affect everyone else. Ever since then, all lucky items belonging a child of Tyche are kept close.”

“Oh…wow” you said as you began to sweat incredibly. “Then uh, I better hurry back to the Hermes cabin then-” you laughed nervously.

“Go, go! I’ll wait for you!” said Chiara, but was laughing though. 

You rushed over to the Hermes cabin, some of the native cabin members greeting you and asking you what the hurry was about. Then when you said you were claimed as a child of Tyche and went to get your lucky item, everyone immediately paled and the cabin was in chaos as they were all patting themselves down and were dumping your stuff onto your bed, hands raised up in mercy. 

You just stared at them all, realising that the children of Hermes had stolen some of your stuff without your knowledge and you only knew because they were relieving themselves of their stolen work like it was acid because they knew about the children of Tyche incident, that your cabin leader just told you about. You looked at your missing stuff, your bag that actually had your lucky item, before looking at them and slowly said, “Where’s the rest of them?” 

Chaos further exploded as the children of Hermes started yelling at the others to relinquish their spoils while some others ran out of the cabin to get the other children of Hermes outside to be extra sure. Bit by bit some of your other stuff came back, but they were very minor things like a chocolate bar or something. Still-

The cabin was still in chaos and you couldn’t help feeling a bit satisfied and giddy at the sight before you. You saw another camper and one you recognized as Damien White, the cabin leader of Nemesis, come in, confused as they carefully navigate between the crowds, just barely missing two campers going at each other when one realised they had stolen the other’s stuff. The two made their way closer to you and you recognized the other camper as your bunk-mate and growing friend, as you both arrived at around the same time. 

“What’s going on?” they asked as Damien didn’t seem fazed. 

“Oh, I got claimed as a child of Tyche just now and when they found out, they started to giving back my stuff and I may have eluded that some of my other stuff is missing-”

Damien let out a cackle and nodded, as the other camper seemed confused. “Nice” before he gestured to the other camper, “Is this your stuff?” when they nodded, he grabbed it and made a move to leave, “I’ll take your stuff back to the cabin first. Take your time saying goodbye” 

You looked at the other camper as Damien walked back into the chaos and out the door. “Wait, did you just get claimed too?” you gaped in surprise. 

“Ah yeah, just got claimed by Nemesis” they replied. 

“Wow, what are the odds!” you said before the two of you begun to share your experiences with your claim. Eventually with your belongings all accounted for, you bid goodbye to the Nemesis child, promising to catch up later, before bidding the Hermes cabin. You pretended you didn’t see the sigh of relief from them as you giggled. You only made a few steps forward, seeing Chiara first and you went to tell her you were done till you saw her arguing with Damien White. The two were heated as people were watching them. 

You went to see what was going on but Damien and Chiara were yelling and arguing with each other so fast, their foreheads practically touching as they were in each other’s face. You stood behind with your stuff, fiddling with it, unsure what to do but at the same time you weren’t that keen in getting whatever that mess was. With the possible thought of a cabin war on the horizon, you steeled your nerves to get in between them until you saw a guy with brown hair and blue eyes touch your shoulder stopping you. 

In shock you turned to him as he gave you a sun-filled smile, and your nerves turned hot, before he gave you a wink. “Don’t worry, I got this” he reassured before sauntering over with a finely sung hum before clapping to gather their attention with the beat. “Alright you two lovebirds, that’s enough~”

“Who are you calling lovebirds?!” Damien and Chiara yelled and turned their heads towards the boy in perfect synchronization. Their temper immediately peaked and dropped as they blinked and looked at the boy in surprise. “Wait, Lester?”

“Hi! How are my two favourite child of Nemesis and Tyche doing?” greeted ‘Lester’ chirpily. 

“What are you doing here?” asked Damien. 

“Well, I was here to visit and lo and behold, then I find out you two are arguing with each other as usual. While not an uncommon scene, you two better stop before you worry your new siblings into thinking they have to participate in a cabin war” said Lester with an amused grin. The two cabin leaders blinked in realizaiton before their eyes turned to their respective siblings. 

The new child of Nemesis walked over as Damien and Chiara were off being a bit embarrassed as Lester winked at you. “Don’t worry about them. They do this all the time but they hardly hate each other as you might think” he said with a teasing tone, before he looked at the two of you. “But really, the chances of a child of Nemesis and child of Tyche being claimed on the same day and being so close to each other…I have a feeling the two of you could be a great pair.”

“Wait, why?” you asked confused. 

“Nemesis is a disruptor of fortune, bad and good, and Tyche is connected with Nemesis because of it. As you can see,” he gestured to your cabin leaders, “This also extends to their children.”

“Wait, how do you know this for sure? Who are you?”

“Ah, I forgot my manners. “My name is Lester Papadopoulous, nice to meet you.”

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[saphirered]

Fall For Me: Chapter 1

I got a couple of requests for Azriel so I decided to tie them together and turn them into a bit of a mini series. Hope you guys enjoy! 😘

//Summary: A stranger falls through the forest canopy injured. Despite all better judgement you decide to help him. You don’t know who he is or what happened but something within you pushes you to help, and brushes over the fact those arrows belong to the capital city’s guard. 

He messed up. He messed up real bad. Azriel got too greedy. He got so close, so damn close. He had to take the risk. Not like he would be able to get that information at a more opportune moment. This could turn the tides. He’s no fool. He knew the risks yet still he took them. It didn’t pay off. He got caught… Well sort of. He got caught and then he fought his way out. With too many resources expended he had to fly and so he did like his life depended on it. His life did depend on it. It’s more frustrating to consider he didn’t even get the intel he risked it all for. It left a bitter taste in his mouth or maybe that’s just the taste of his own blood. He’s sustained a good few injuries given he found himself in the lion’s den on his own so severely outnumbered not even the likes of Cassian would have come out in better shape than him, though he would never admit that to the idiot’s face. The good thing is, he made it out of the city and these people have a significantly more difficult time of keeping up with him than they would have hoped. He knows it’s only a head start but that’s plenty for him. He’ll have to turn every advantage he has in his favour. 

Hidden soundlessly among the trees and bush, you nock the arrow, eyes never once off your target. Hares aren’t easy game. They’re fast and bolt at the tiniest noise. In doing so you also find other game far and few and whenever you miss or make a mistake, it’s usually the sign of a bad day and you’re better off heading home already. You suppose you could go for deer or boar too but you didn’t feel like dragging back something big when there’s a storm coming. You can feel it in the air and don’t want to risk getting caught. The hare perks up. Its attention is drawn and in just before it can bolt you pull back the string and fire. You just barely manage to kill it before something large crashes through the tree line. Your first instinct is to hide. No hare is worth your life so you stay back until you hear a groan not like any animal. The string of curses that follow are definitely not animal either. You peak out from your hiding place. 

Everything hurts. His whole body, inside and out is just in perpetual pain. They may not have been able to fly but they did have damn good range and aim. He kept going for a while, until he reached far enough into the forest but he couldn’t keep his head from spinning. What’s up and what’s down? Well he found out as quickly as the branches of the trees cut and scraped at him and he hit the dirt with a heavy thud. Maybe if he just stays down here for a little while, he’ll feel better in a few minutes. Fuck. He smells blood but not his own. Then he hears movement; rustling of the branches. He hasn’t the energy to look up and assert the danger even though he tries. Everything is blurry and just nondescript shapes. He sees one such shape, blending in with the vegetation almost perfectly. At first he considers it might be his imagination or a hallucination as there’s no sound of footsteps. What the hell did they coat those arrows with? 

Something told you to get closer. Something called to you. The shadows around the winged male that fell from the sky grow ever darker like tendrils reaching and cocooning, almost as if beckoning you closer and protecting him. You perch to get a closer look and be up and out of reach should you have to, despite this odd feeling that reminds you of the morning fog at dawn right before the world awakes. He’s clearly injured given some cuts and scrapes and bruises from what visible skin you see or what has hit between the leather armour he adorns. Arrows, in his back, snapped off likely by the beat of his wings. The membrane is damaged too but nothing beyond repair. It looks like he took great care to avoid them taking the brunt of the attacks he could not avoid. You go to lift one of the wings to see the damage underneath where it is draped over part of his back but before you can touch it, one of those shadowy tendrils snap out and stop you. Did they not hold on for but a moment you would have bolted that very second and not looked back. You get closer to his head. He’s supporting the weight of his upper body on the arm he’s laying atop and his head is turned to the side. Good. At least he can see you? You kneel down by his head and gently and slowly reach toward him. This time the shadows do not dart out but do remain alert. You pat his cheek lightly. He blinks a couple of times but seems unable to focus on you. 

“Hey. Hey, you with me? You fell from the sky.” Of course he fell from the sky. He’d have felt it all the way down. He looks like he did. He groans. He’s awake. “Fuck.” You mutter to yourself and rise back up. You pace a few times. You pick up the hare you shot, retrieve your arrow and quickly gut the animal before tying it to your belt. You take your hand axe and look at the winged man. Shake your head and repeat that same curse once more before you climb a tree and cut three sturdy branches. With some rope and your cloak you fashion it into a travois. Why the hell are you doing this? You can’t even answer that question yourself. 

With a fair amount of difficulty you manage to lift him onto the travois. The shadows protested but didn’t actually fight you on this. And so you began your journey back home, with a hare and some winged stranger fallen from the sky. You much prefer a bad hunting day. 

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[kyasarinkishinuma]

FF8 boys: Laying your head on their lap

Squall Leonhart

Absolutely not.

No no no.

This man cannot people even if he tries. He's a lot more empathic and thoughtful than he may seem at first glance, but that does not by any means translate into his interactions with others. Honestly if he considers you a friend that's already a miracle in and of itself.

So laying your head on his lap? That's pushing it. He'll just ignore you and push you away if you try to get anywhere near him.

Unless he has a soft spot for you

In which case if you insist, he might eventually agree, albeit hesitantly.

He is awkward and stiff. Honestly not the best cushion. But he's entertaining your request so that has to mean something, right?

He won't ever let you do this in front of the others though. Only when it's the two of you someplace private. But of course the others always find you two somehow. Zell never shuts up about it. Squall hates it.

He'll just sit there and cross his arms while he waits. "Are you done yet?" He may seem disgruntled but he never forces you to get up sooner than you have to.

A solid 7/10. Good support. Not very receptive to whatever your issue is, but his presence makes you feel safe.

Zell Dincht

It's definitely a lot easier to get this guy to agree. Even if he'll find it a bit weird, he'll do it since you're a friend.

Not the best cushion because he keeps fidgeting around. He's just not the kind of guy to sit still, but he'll try his best to do so until you feel better. He'll also just ramble on and on and easily entertain a conversation with you.

The other students will definitely tease him about it but he'll shrug it off, saying he's just helping out a friend. That's what a good friend does!

But if he has a crush on you... Hoo boy

When he crushes, he crushes hard

He's not exactly discreet about his excitement to have his crush's head on his lap. A very "WHOA! REALLY??" kind of reaction.

He fidgets even more if that's even possible. Can't sit still, won't sit still. And he just won't shut up. And he'll also tell everyone.

So that's either really annoying or really endearing. Up to you.

Doesn't really matter when or where it is, he'll let you do it if you ask him, especially if you look tired or upset.

6/10. Amazing emotional support, but he really needs to learn to sit down.

Irvine Kinneas

Your go-to man.

Out of the group he's probably the most empathic about your situation. He's a self-proclaimed loner so he has lots of time to mull over his emotions and understands the stress you're going to.

He'll agree without a moment's hesitation. Anywhere, anytime. If Squall or anybody else scolds you for slacking off he'll shoo them and sit there until you feel better.

He's the kind of guy who'll speak to you in a low, calm voice or not speak at all, if that's what you prefer. If you're okay with it he'll play with his hair a bit to soothe you.

But of course, this is Irvine so he'll definitely throw in some flirty remarks and try to fluster you. The kind of silly things that'll make you giggle, so whether you return his affections or not he doesn't mind. He's just happy you're cheering up a bit.

Honestly if you're comfortable with it he'll probably ask for you to return the favour every now and again, when he needs it.

If he has a crush on you the hints of care in the way he holds you and shushes to you will be so obvious.

He'll probably brag about it to your friends and just isn't shy to admit it.

Solid 10/10. Very comfy and good emotional support.

Laguna Loire

You could be a complete stranger and he wouldn't turn you down.

This guy just has such a heart of gold. Anyway he can help others, he will. Even more so if it's someone he holds dear.

The request will probably stump him for a moment, he'll have a sort of 'uh, ok' kind of reaction, but afterwards you're good to go. It's not that he finds your request odd, it's just that he'd never think someone would go to him for that kind of thing.

He's also really good at hugs btw

He manages to sit still but can't keep his mouth short. He'll just ramble on and on and on, and he'll get embarrassed if you ask him to be quiet for a minute because he'll feel like he's talking too much.

But his stories are welcomed, if anything. They're silly and fun and keep your mind off whatever's bothering you.

If he has a crush on you, he'll ramble even more and his leg cramps will definitely act up. Poor guy.

He'll probably ask you if you want to go grab a snack or go outside a bit after a couple minutes. While he isn't as hyperactive as Zell, you can't expect the guy to sit there for half an hour either.

Solid 8/10. Very comfy and fun.

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[velidewrites]

Summary: When 19-year old Feyre Archeron voluntarily takes her sister's place in the Hunger Games, she expects nothing but her imminent demise. But Feyre is a survivor, and as she is thrown into a battle between life and death, she discovers there are things worth fighting for.

Pairing: Feysand

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, graphic depictions of blood and gore, Feyre being sexy and unhinged, wait a second is that Rhysand? Is he also sexy and unhinged? AKA Feysand (literally) slaying the game

Read: Chapter II || Chapter III || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter I: May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favour

From the Treaty of the Treason:

In penance for their uprising, each district shall offer up a male and female between the ages of 12 and 21 at a public “Reaping.”

These Tributes shall be delivered to the custody of The Capitol, and then transferred to a public arena where they will fight to the death until a lone victor remains.

Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as The Hunger Games.

***

The sun rose over the forest, waking up her prey.

Most of them had not yet shaken off winter’s cold embrace, buried safely underground in a deep slumber. But it was spring now—still in its early days, perhaps, though like many others in District 12, Feyre Archeron had exhausted her patience.

She was ready to hunt.

The morning frost covered the ground beneath her feet as she looked for animal prints. She’d take anything, at this point—the past few months had been colder than expected, and their icy breeze seemed to have permanently settled in the pit of her stomach, growling occasionally to remind her of its presence. As if she hadn’t already known. Hunger, these days, felt like the most stable companion she’d had in years.

A bush rattled somewhere, cutting through the silence, and Feyre’s grip on her bow tightened.

With her mind cursing the loud, heavy boots she’d chosen for the hunt—the only pair she owned apart from her slippers, really—she made way towards the sound, each step careful not to alert her prey. She’d done that too many times, stepping on a dried out branch like a fool, moments before firing the fatal shot. She couldn’t afford to do that again.

The bush rattled again, and Feyre reached for an arrow.

Please, please be a deer.

Another rattle. Feyre took another step, her heart pounding in her chest.

A deer would be good. More than good, actually—a catch like this would feed her and her family for a week, if not more. She could almost picture the look on Elain’s face as she placed its carcass on the kitchen table. Her sister could use some good news after the winter they’d had, and especially on a day like this.

Feyre shook her head, forcing her mind back into focus.

Two winters ago, she’d caught a wolf. It had been the best day of her life. Her family didn’t know hunger for three weeks, and Elain had sewn her a flimsy fur coat. Even Nesta had smiled a little bit.

I take back my wish, Feyre thought. Can you be a wolf instead?

The bush rattled for the final time, and, with a loud gurgle, her victim made its final step into the light.

“Oh, please,” Feyre groaned out loud, and fired the arrow straight through the turkey’s heart.

Served her right for setting her hopes so high. A wolf. How ridiculous, she thought, kneeling by the dead bird to pull the arrow out. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” Feyre murmured. “At least you’re fat. Thanks for that, I guess.”

“You are disturbingly good at that,” a familiar voice said behind her.

Feyre shot up to her feet, whipping her head to its source. “Shit,” she swore, placing a hand on her racing heart. “You scared me!”

Arms crossed as he leaned against a tree, Isaac offered her a coy smile. “Sorry,” he said, his shaggy brown curls shimmering in the sun as he angled his head in wonder. “Who’s this little guy?”

Feyre raised the bird in front of her, making the show of displaying it in its full might. “That,” she said, a sly smile playing on her lips, “is my dinner.”

“Ah,” Isaac said. “Not a great way to start off the day. For him, I mean.”

Feyre shrugged, pulling the arrow out of the squelching flesh. “We all have to survive somehow.”

Something flashed in Isaac’s eyes as he took in her words. “Yes,” he said, his expression dimming. “I know.”

Feyre bit on her lip, her head dipping to the bloodied arrow in her hand. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“Relax, Feyre,” he said, taking a step in her direction. “I just came to watch you hunt.”

Shoving the turkey into her hunting bag, Feyre grimaced. “I’m afraid you’re in for a huge disappointment.”

“Still nothing, huh?”

“Just this pathetic little guy,” she said, patting the brown leather, then frowned. “I probably shouldn’t say that minutes after killing him.”

Isaac stared at her for a moment, then at the bag, its worn-out fabric already staining red. “He’s no less pathetic than the rest of us,” he finally said.

“What do you mean?” Feyre asked.

But Isaac had already turned away, his gaze focused on a point high up in the trees, where another bird chirped a sad melody.

“Mockingjay,” Isaac hummed, those absent eyes closing in content.

Pain stung at her chest as she watched him, so close within her reach, and yet so far away. She had barely known him before he returned from the Capitol two years ago, but she did remember him as the kind baker’s son who had always used to smile.

Now, Isaac only smiled when his mind escaped to a better place.

Sometimes, Feyre wished he would take her there with him—somewhere where she wouldn’t have to worry about the cold, the hunger, the looming realisation that this wretched reality would never change. Perhaps that was why she felt so drawn to him—in a world of pain and uncertainty, Isaac was a brief escape to peace.

“Do you know what day it is, Feyre?” his voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She assumed he’d dismissed her presence by now.

She answered him anyway.

“The Reaping.”

Isaac nodded. “The Capitol’s hunt.”

Feyre’s brows knotted in confusion. “I’m not sure I know what you’re getting at.”

At last, Isaac turned to her with a sigh. “How different, do you think, are we from your turkey?” He gestured to the bag at her side. “We, too, live out our lives in fear, our only hope to escape those who prey upon us.” Isaac shrugged. “The answer, Feyre, is: you and that turkey? You’re one and the same. The Capitol’s forest is only a little larger.”

A shiver went down her spine at the words, spoken behind the border yet dangerous nonetheless. They wouldn’t—couldn’t—hurt Isaac, not anymore, but her? She was fair game, and Isaac’s reflections were treason.

He must have realised this, and he flinched visibly, as if shaking off some haze. “I think I should go,” Isaac said, turning to her again with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

Ignoring the cold filling her veins, Feyre nodded. “I’ll walk you home.”

They walked through the forest, neither of them saying a word, even the mockingjays having seemingly decided to stay behind. Feyre couldn’t blame them. In Panem, not even birds were safe.

Especially not in District Twelve. Frankly, Feyre was surprised birds as beautiful as the mockingjay had still bothered to visit the place. Only ravens and magpies seemed to remain now, pests, as Nesta liked to call them, though Feyre had never agreed. They were drawn to jewels—to anything that glinted, really—scouting for any sparkle in the ground they could find. As if the stars they’d flown with in the night had not been enough. Feyre envied them, if anything. She used to dream of touching the stars, too.

Even the jewels were out of her reach, so far out, in fact, that she counted herself lucky if she managed to get her hands on coal. Coal, minerals—for the longest time, they had been her district’s export. The mines hid wonders of immeasurable beauty and infinite riches, her father used to tell her. Immeasurable beauty and infinite riches—it was no wonder the Capitol would put its hands all over them as soon as they’d see the light of day.

Isaac used to work at the mines, just like her father had. He never had to—his own father’s bakery had been doing a good enough job to sustain the family over the winter—but he volunteered. Feyre didn’t know the whole story, but according to Elain, Isaac had taken an old man’s place, too sick to answer the Capitol’s call to labour. And so, at seventeen, her friend had gone into the mines to become “his District’s pride.”

He had only stayed there two years, of course. Feyre remembered that day as clear as yesterday.

It had been the first time she’d been allowed to watch the Hunger Games. In what Nesta had called a foolish, ridiculous effort to spare them from the world’s cruelty, their father would send them to bed early, every night from the day the Games began to the day they ended. Nesta and Elain would always sneak out, watching the screen in horror from where Father could not see. Feyre had stayed, and would continue to do so until he died.

She was seventeen, and Nesta has hardly shared Father’s sentiment. It’s my last year, she’d said. If they choose me, at least I’ll have some comfort in knowing my sister are watching until the very end.

But they had not chosen Nesta, a girl called Clare Beddor taking the female Tribute’s title. She’d died almost immediately.

The last time Feyre had seen Clare—in real life, not getting butchered on the small screen at her kitchen counter—was when she stood in front of the District’s Hall of Justice, tears streaming down her face as she shook the hand of the male Tribute beside her.

Isaac Hale had not cried that day.

He never cried after his return, either, though he was never quite the same. The Capitol hadn’t let him mentor last year, and from the rumours, he wouldn’t mentor in this edition, either. He’s getting a well-deserved rest, the news would say. He’s gone mad, the locals would whisper. But Feyre knew they were all wrong.

Isaac was simply…broken.

“Mind your head,” he told her gently as they leaned under the electric fence.

She’d have to turn right to head home, but Feyre had promised to walk him back to the Victors’ Village, and she fully intended on keeping that promise.

She’d never been into his house. He told here there were cameras.

The noise grew louder, and soon enough, they reached the black market, its merchants shouting over each other, each of them claiming to have the freshest, most affordable produce from Eleven. Feyre avoided them all like the plague, unless she herself had something to trade. It had been far more enjoyable to look at their stock knowing she could do more than simply look.

“Does my eye deceive me?” A raspy laugh reached them. “Feyre Archeron, back from the hunt!”

She turned to the old man with a polite smile. “I’ve got nothing for you today, Andras.”

His one, yellow eye narrowed. “And Isaac Hale, back from the dead.”

Beside her, Isaac paled.

Feyre gripped the sleeve of his tunic, nudging him forward. “I’ll come on a better day,” she offered. The man only shrugged.

Isaac stopped her at the end of the street. “I can make my way from here.”

Her brows furrowed. “It’s okay, I can…”

He placed a hand on her arm. “Feyre. Go home, eat your turkey. I’ll be okay.”

Her hand covered his own, and she did her best to keep herself intact. “We could run away, you know.” She swallowed hard. “We could get away with it, you and I.”

For the first time, Isaac truly and openly smiled. “I’ll see you at the Reaping, Feyre.”

***

The smell of blood and carcass filled the house as soon as Feyre stepped foot inside.

Living on the outskirts of the District borders was a blessing, really. Feyre couldn’t imagine having to sneak past the centre’s Peacekeepers with a bow in hand and arrows on her back—not if she wanted to make it out alive, or with fifteen lashes taking her quiver’s place at the very least.

She had already learned her lesson once, though, with five long scars creasing her back if she ever dared forget it. She wouldn’t—that one time was enough to make her cautious. On busier days, she’d leave her hunting gear in the small hollow of the oak tree five minutes north of the electric fence. If any of the Peacekeepers confiscated her bow, it would be over. She could sell everything she owned, and she still most likely wouldn’t have been able to afford one. Bows, after all, were illegal to civilians, and the black market prices had been absurd these days.

And so, the only thing carried by Feyre today was the dead, bloodied turkey, her bag heavy with its stench. It was worse than she thought, it seemed, judging by the sickly green hue of Elain’s skin as she handed her the bird.

“Feyre,” her name came with a sigh of relief. “You’re home early.”

“Still nothing?” Nesta cut in, rising from the chair at the kitchen table.

Feyre’s lips formed a thin line. “This was the best I could do.”

Silence fell over the room, filled only by the distant sounds of scratchy caws—ravens, Feyre realised, picking whatever lunch they could find off the streets.

Elain, thankfully, was the one to break it. “I laid out some clean clothes for you on the bed.” The one bed they all shared all winter, keeping each other warm. “So that you can look nice at the…later today.”

Elain wiped her hands on the apron nervously, trying to mask the way they shook as she almost said the word that made her skin crawl and the blood drain from her face. The Reaping.

Her throat tight, Feyre forced her eyes back to her sister’s face. “Thank you.”

Elain nodded, still trembling slightly as she placed the turkey on the red-stained cutting board. Feyre’s heart clenched at the sight, her own dread forgotten in light of Elain’s, who’d been enduring this for far too long. Who, year after year, had watched her neighbours, her friends, leave and never return. Slaughtered on a tiny screen the Capitol had forced into their house, their anguished screams the only goodbye they could offer. Elain, for whom this Reaping could only mean one thing—death or freedom, a permanent release from Panem’s blood debt.

At twenty-one, this year marked the last time Elain could be drafted as District Twelve’s female tribute. It also marked her name being added to the pool for the tenth time. Tenth.

They all knew what it meant.

“You’re not going to be chosen,” Feyre said, her voice cutting through the dismal silence. “There are so many people your age in our District. They’re going to draw someone else’s name, and you’re going to go about your day like you do each year,” she dragged the words out, her eyes never leaving her sister’s. She could only hope they carried as much confidence as her tone did. “And then, you’ll finally be free. Like Nesta,” Feyre looked to her eldest sister, who nodded in affirmation. “And like so many others in Twelve. Okay?”

Elain loosed a shaky breath. “Okay,” she said, and took Feyre’s hands in hers. “We both will. You only have two years left, and then everything is going to be fine. Better.”

It was true—she did have two years left, but it seemed as though each year, there were less and less of District Twelve’s kids left. At the seventy-fourth Hunger Games, her name would be in the pool eight times.

Nesta’s name had never been drawn, and neither would Elain’s. Perhaps fate would be merciful to the Archeron sisters—perhaps it would see the life they led each day and decide it was punishment enough.

Feyre squeezed her sister’s hands back, forcing a smile onto her lips. “Of course.”

At last, her sister smiled, then let go, her hands moving to smooth out her apron yet again. “I’ll draw you a bath. You stink, you know.”

Feyre laughed at that. “I know.”

With a small shake of her head, Elain disappeared into the adjacent room, the door clicking lightly behind her.

“They probably wouldn’t mind seeing you with blood on your hands,” Nesta’s voice sounded behind her. “It’s how they like us best.”

Feyre turned to meet the icy blue of her stare. “A little help would have been appreciated.”

Nesta waved a hand. “You and I both know she won’t stop fidgeting until it’s all over.”

With a sigh, Feyre dropped to the wooden seat, her forehead resting against the roughened table’s surface. A wave of tiredness crashed into her all of a sudden, washing over every aching limb until she wanted nothing but to fall asleep right where she was sat. “I suppose you’re right.”

A loud creak of the chair moving beside her signalled Nesta taking her seat.

“Was there truly nothing in the woods?” her sister finally asked.

That woke Feyre right back up. “You think I lied before?”

“Of course not,” Nesta said calmly, crossing her arms on the table. “I just think you should take a break for a day or two. You might even find more of those birds if you’re well-rested.”

Teeth digging into the inside of her cheek, Feyre accused, “You’re making fun of me.”

“I really am not,” Nesta sighed, two slender fingers moving to rub her temple. “But Feyre, this turkey you caught will last us three days at best. What then?”

Anger began to boil in the pit of her stomach, rising steadily with each word. “Nesta, I already told you I’m doing the best I can.”

Another sigh. “I know, Feyre, I only mean that…”

“If you’re so dissatisfied with my hunting, maybe you should try it out yourself.”

Nesta straightened in her seat. “That is not what I meant.”

Her hands curled into fists. “No, I think that’s precisely what you meant.” She met Nesta’s gaze and her eyes narrowed. “Winter or not, I hunt every single day. What do you do to help us survive?”

Flames rose in Nesta's cold, hardened stare, her jaw clenching tight as she measured Feyre’s form beside her. “You have no idea,” she said, her tone practically seething, “You have no idea what I’ve done to help this family. What I’ve been doing ever since Father gave up on us, then died like the coward he was. What I’ll continue to do,” she added, her voice breaking slightly, “until both you and Elain no longer need me.”

Feyre opened her mouth, but it was Elain’s words that sounded beside her. “We’ll always need you, Nesta.”

Feyre turned to face her, and Elain reached for both her sisters’ hands, her doe-like eyes shining with concern. “We’ll always need each other.”

Neither of them said anything, and Elain released them with a sigh. “Your bath is ready, Feyre.”

Feyre rose from the table, stepping towards the bathroom before turning to face Nesta one last time. “Will you skin the turkey while I’m gone?”

With a small nod, Nesta stood as well. “Of course."

***

Elain had chosen a pretty dress, long and made of blue linen, though Feyre still thought she looked ridiculous. It didn’t help that her sister decided a braid would be most suitable for such an outfit, golden-brown and thrown over the side of Feyre’s shoulder. She wouldn’t be surprised if she got thrown in with the fourteen year olds.

When the alarm sounded, all thoughts of the dress and her hair evaporated from Feyre’s head.

“It’s time,” Nesta told them, already at the door.

Feyre took Elain’s hand and squeezed it once. Her sister did not answer.

They walked with the crowd, large and beige and never-ending. At least the spring breeze accompanied them, and, not for the first time in her life, Feyre was grateful Twelve rarely suffered a scorching sun.

Families moved slowly around them, an aura of whispers and murmurs hanging in the air as parents assured their kids that it would all turn out okay. Feyre had never wanted nothing more than to believe them.

“Feyre,” Elain said quietly, her jaw tight enough for Feyre to notice how hard she fought to keep it from trembling.

She squeezed her hand once more. “I’ll tell you what, Elain,” she said. “When we get back, we’ll each have another, small serving of the turkey. Okay?” she asked, and Elain nodded. “Good. It will give you something to look forward to. For the entirety of this Reaping, I want you to think of nothing but how good the food is going to be.”

“It was really nice,” Elain admitted.

Feyre smiled. “Exactly.”

“Peacekeepers,” Nesta warned beside them. They were getting close, the massive sign in the distance signalling they have reached the Hall of Justice.

“Wait, Nesta—” Elain began.

Nesta looked firmly into her eyes. “I’ll see you soon. Do not make a scene.”

With a hard swallow, Elain nodded.

And with that, Nesta moved aside to join the audience of grieving parents, siblings and friends.

“Elain,” Feyre told her one last time. “It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”

Elain exclaimed in shock as a white-dressed, masked man grabbed her arm, pulling them apart. She thrashed for only a second before realising she was being held by a Peacekeeper.

“Registration,” the man barked.

Elain nodded frantically, and Feyre dared one last look at her sister before joining her queue.

Moments later, she was greeted by a stern-looking woman whose expression reminded her of Nesta.

“Name.”

“Feyre Archeron,” she breathed.

It would be okay. She’d done this millions of times.

Without another word, the woman reached for her hand, pulling it toward her violently before pricking her finger to draw blood. Feyre hissed as she pressed the fresh cut to a piece of paper, right beneath an awfully bad photo of her, dark circles under her eyes and her cheeks more hollow than the deepest of Twelve’s mines.

Some things never change, Feyre thought bitterly.

With that, she joined her sector, taking her place somewhere in the middle—close enough to see the large, white screen set beside the stage, but far enough to not be able to make out the faces of the Hall’s officials, standing straight and dressed in grey.

The queues behind her shortened within minutes, and when the last child took their place in the audience, the screen lit up without warning.

“War,” a voice rumbled over the crowds, old and wise and with a hint of grandfatherly authority that she’d gotten to know so well over the years. “Terrible war.

“Such a vile, cruel act,” President Hybern’s words continued to sound over the speakers, with images of smoke and fire flaring up the screen one by one. “An act that pushed our country into its greatest trial.”

Another bomb set off with an amplified thud.

“Seventy-four years ago, the thirteen Districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them. Their malevolence spreading nothing but hate and destruction over Panem.” Now, the screen showed the Districts—Seven and Ten, from what little Feyre could make out—with their Halls of Justice on fire, their buildings nothing more than gravel on the streets. Another image showed a woman holding a small child, crying out in agony over its lifeless body. “Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This,” the President emphasised over a clip of children weeping, “was the uprising that rocked our land until nothing remained.”

A girl standing beside Feyre sucked in a breath.

“And then came the peace,” the President’s voice was now calm, serene, as the screen displayed Eleven’s wheat fields, floating atop the wind’s gentle breeze. “A Capitol rose up from the ashes and created a new era of prosperity. Of love. Of family.” A child ran up to their mother, launching into her arms, both of them laughing in happiness.

“But peace comes at a cost,” Hybern warned. “Together as a nation, we swore we would never know such destruction again. Would never know such treason again.”

Feyre almost rolled her eyes, bracing herself for what was coming.

“And so it was decreed,” President Hybern announced proudly, “that each year, the Districts of Panem would offer up in tribute one young man and woman, to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice.” A young man on the screen stood on a podium topless, his muscles glistening in the sun, as he threw up his hands in victory. “The lone victor,” the President continued, “bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of the Capitol’s generosity and forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future. This is how we stand together. As a family, as a nation. As Panem.”

With that, the video cut off.

Feyre had never heard the District’s centre be so silent.

And then, the door flung open, and a woman stepped in, her hands joined in a loud applause.

“Wasn’t this just beautiful?” she asked into the microphone at the stage’s centre, her voice dripping with syrup.

Feyre hadn’t seen her before—the Capitol must’ve sent someone new.

She was beautiful, to be sure—everyone in the Capitol was, or so the Districts were told, at least. Her face was covered with a thick layer of foundation so white she would have merged into the Hall’s wall behind her had it not been for her hair—crimson red, and long, falling in waves to her back and crowned with large black flowers Feyre had never seen in her life.

Feyre could just barely make out her face—nothing special, she decided. Dark eyes, straight nose. Pretty, she supposed, though she might have not been the best person to consult on such matters. Coal, on the other hand…

She didn’t even realise she’d snorted at her inner dialogue until the girl beside her elbowed her straight in the guts. She muttered a low “Ow!” before the girl’s glare told her all she needed to know.

Diverting her attention back to the crimson woman, Feyre listened again. “Now,” she crooned. “The time has come for us to select our courageous Tributes!” she clapped her hands again, and Feyre thought she had never seen a more idiotic spectacle in her life.

The woman winked, red-painted lips twisting in a smile. “If you were paying attention to the lovely video, you know we’re going to choose one lovely man and woman for the absolute honour of representing District Twelve!”

For a woman like her, Feyre supposed, everything must have been lovely. Even the imminent deaths of the two children she was about to hand-pick from her ridiculous crystal bowl.

“As always,” she winked again. “Ladies first.”

With a loud click of her heels on the wooden stage, she made way towards the bowl on Feyre’s right, a perfectly manicured hand dipping inside.

Feyre’s heard stopped. This was the time.

A few more seconds, and it will all be over.

Breathe.

Elain, I’ll let you have my extra serving, she swore in her head. Just let it all be over.

In the few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Feyre wondered if the bowl was made from real crystal, and if yes, if it had been her father’s dead hands that mined it.

And then, the crimson woman pulled out two cards.

She weighed them down in each hand, making a show of choosing before settling on the card on her left, the right card dropping back into the bowl.

Torturously slowly, she stepped back to the microphone and opened the card, her delighted smile now clear on the screen at the stage.

“The female tribute from District Twelve is…” She looked to the crowd, her eyebrows rising in feigned suspense. “Elain Archeron.”

No.

No no no no no no

“Elain Archeron?”

Please.

The ringing in her head was deafening.

“Where is the lovely Elain?”

Please.

Someone pushed Elain out of the crowd, her usually beautiful face now white as death.

Feyre’s whole body burned as she watched Elain move toward the stage on shaky legs.

“There you are! Oh, you’re gorgeous!” the crimson woman praised. “Come closer, dear, let us all have a look at you!”

A Peacekeeper pushed her closer, and Elain stumbled over a step.

Not Elain.

It couldn’t have been Elain.

It shouldn’t have been Elain.

No.

“No,” Feyre said out loud, her legs moving on their own accord. “No!” She shouted, pushing her way out of the crowd. “ELAIN!”

Elain’s head whipped back, and those doe eyes have never held such fear.

Two Peacekeepers reached her in seconds, holding Feyre back and into the crowd again. “No! LET ME GO!” Feyre trashed, kicking one of them in the shin.

She forced herself free.

“I VOLUNTEER!” Feyre shrieked with a strength her lungs had never known before.

Her entire body stilled, as if she’d surprised it just as much as the crowd around her.

“I volunteer as Tribute.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

“My, my!” the presenter wondered. “I believe we have a volunteer!”

The crowd began to murmur.

“Come on up, my dear.”

It had only been by Feyre’s sheer will that her feet carried her forward. She didn’t stop until she reached Elain, still frozen in place.

“Feyre,” Elain breathed, tears falling freely down her face.

“It’s okay,” Feyre whispered. “You’re okay.”

She didn’t know how she managed her way through the stairs and onto the stage, but within the next few moments, Feyre stood beside the crimson woman, her appearance even more ghastly up close.

“What is your name, my dear?” she asked.

Feyre looked over the crowd, her head still spinning.

Someone subtly cleared their throat beside her.

“What?” she turned toward the sound.

“I asked about your name, dear.”

“Feyre,” her voice was hoarse, and she swallowed hard. “Feyre Archeron.”

“Ah,” the woman acknowledged with a motherly nod. “And am I right in assuming that was your sister whose place you have just taken?”

Feyre nodded, her eyes still searching the crowd. “Yes.” Was Elain safe? Was Nesta? “Yes.”

“Well, Feyre Archeron, you are District Twelve’s first volunteer!” she turned to the microphone, addressing the crowd. “Such bravery. Such heart. Congratulations, lovely Feyre.”

Congratulations?

The woman clasped her hands together. “And now for the gentlemen!” she said happily, making her way to the other bowl.

Feyre’s heart sank as she realised her sisters were no longer in the crowd, and neither was Isaac. What happened to them? Where did they take them?

Oh, Isaac, Feyre thought. We should have ran away.

“The male Tribute from District Twelve,” the woman’s voice sounded loudly beside her again, shaking Feyre out of her daze, “is Tamlin Rosethorn.”

The florist’s son.

He stepped out of the crowd, pale yet standing tall and strong. His muscles reflected through his white shirt as he stepped onto the stage.

“Go on,” the woman encouraged with a smile. “Shake hands.”

Tamlin locked her hand in a tight grip, and as Feyre met his emerald gaze, she wondered if he would kill her first.

“Ladies and gentlemen, your Tributes from District Twelve!” she exclaimed for the final time to no applause but the sound of Panem’s anthem playing over the speakers. “Thank you, and may the odds be ever in your favour!”

“Come now,” she now addressed the two of them directly. “Inside.”

Feyre did not know how she got pushed into one of the Hall’s rooms and sat on a chair, the door locking her inside. “Wait here,” a muffled voice told her.

So Feyre waited.

An eternity, or maybe a second, had passed when the door opened again, two figures launching themselves in.

Feyre shot up from her seat.

“One minute,” the muffled voice told them.

Elain was sobbing as she threw her arms around Feyre’s neck. “Feyre. My beautiful Feyre.”

“Everything will be okay,” Feyre told her, forcing strength into her voice.

For Elain.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Feyre. I would’ve—”

“It’s done now,” Feyre said, pulling away to meet her sister’s gaze. “Listen, I don’t have much time.”

“Promise you will make it out,” Elain begged.

“I promise,” Feyre lied.

Her head now turned to Nesta, who began, “Feyre—”

“I need you to listen to me carefully,” Feyre cut her off. “My bow and arrows are hidden in the tallest oak tree in the forest, five minutes north of the fence by the house. Talk to Isaac. He will teach you how to shoot.” Nesta nodded, and for the first time, Feyre saw silver lining her sister’s eyes. “Take care of her.”

Nesta nodded again. “I always have.”

Feyre loosed a breath of relief. “I know,” she said, then pulled Nesta into their embrace.

“Time’s up,” someone said behind them, and Feyre took a step back.

“Try to win. Please,” Nesta told her.

There was nothing else to say, so Feyre said nothing. Soon, her sisters were escorted out.

“You only have thirty seconds,” a Peacekeeper told her, and another visitor appeared in the doorway.

“Isaac,” Feyre breathed, but he stopped her before she could waste their time with nothing but empty goodbyes.

“You can hunt,” he said, his eyes cleared and more determined than ever. “Use it.”

Feyre shook her head. “We both know I’m already dead, Isaac.”

He opened his mouth, but Feyre stopped him. “Take care of them. Please, promise that whatever you do, you won’t let them starve.”

At that, Isaac wrapped his arms around her. “I will,” he whispered into her ear. “I promise.”

They looked at each other one last time, and Feyre said, “We should’ve run away, like I told you.”

He offered her a sad smile. “You’d never leave your sisters, Feyre. Only death could ever stand between you.”

“Yes,” Feyre said, her eyes dropping to the floor. “I know.”

With that, Isaac left, and as the door closed quietly behind him, Feyre stepped into her new reality.

She was truly alone.

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[helloalycia]

moving on [four] // alicia clark

summary: you begin to realise that you like Alicia as more than a friend, and your delusional thoughts are telling you that maybe she likes you, too.

warning/s: none.

author's note: this may or may not be the chapter you’re all waiting for 😉 also y/c/h = your colour hair

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After an exciting yet very long day of activities and challenges, the competition was coming to a close. The teams were very close in points, ours – Team Unity – just a little ahead of the other, which meant the final challenge, a group tug of war, would determine the winner.

The odds were in nobody's favour, so it was hard to work out who could win. Alicia was still as competitive as ever and I found it wholeheartedly amusing, especially because she was doing a terrible job at hiding it. When we all lined up, getting ready to begin, she passed me the rope to pass behind and so on.

"Try not to let him psyche you out," I advised her, hiding a smile. "And even if he does, we tried our best."

"You're saying that like we've already lost," she said with a warning tone. "We haven't. And I won't."

"Whatever you say."

She breathed out coolly before looking ahead and directly at Nick who happened to be at the front, leading his team. He was grinning, enjoying watching his sister squirm. It was easy to tell who the easygoing sibling was.

Madison stepped up, whistle in hand, and glanced between both of her children. The rest of the residents were surrounding us all, anticipating the game and looking to Madison as she gave a quick speech.

"It's been a fantastic day of challenges, each team giving it their all," she started, and everybody cheered. "Team Unity are in the lead by three points, so the winner will be determined by the team that wins the tug of war. Best of luck to both teams!"

I clutched the rope tightly between my hands, glancing over my shoulder to see the others doing the same. When I looked ahead, Nick's team were smiling but ready to go.

Madison finally blew the whistle and I pulled with all my strength. The rope's tension was tight between both teams as we struggled against one another. There was cheering and hollering for both sides, names being shouted with encouragement, but I couldn't make out specifics because my arms were beginning to hurt.

"Come on, guys, we got this!" Alicia shouted with encouragement.

There were a few times when we had the upper hand and I truly thought we would win, but in a last second move, the other team tugged us all forward, making us stumble on and let go of the rope. I barely had the chance to realise we'd lost before the others erupted into screams of joy, the crowd cheering them on. Madison had blown the whistle to signal the end of the game and I straightened up, sighing when I realised what had happened.

"And the winners of the stadium games are Team Valiant with a whopping thirty-two points!" Strand announced over the commotion.

"It was a good effort anyway," Alicia told our team, offering a sympathetic smile. "We'll get them next time."

We shared one final group hug before dispersing amongst the crowd. I looked to Alicia, smiling apologetically.

"You upset?" I asked.

She scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "Nah. It was still fun. Besides, I'm much more mature than Nick is. I won't be a sore loser."

I laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and squeezing it supportively. "That's my girl. You did good, Alicia."

She rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. Before either of us could say anything more, we were interrupted by a bragging Nick who approached us with a cocky smile.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Team Loser!"

"Nick," Alicia acknowledged. "Congratulations on the win."

He studied her closely, but she didn't flinch in the slightest. A smile spread across his lips as he looked between her eyes. "This really stings, doesn't it?"

"Not in the slightest."

He waited for her to crack, but she didn't surprisingly, so he snickered and straightened up. "Good game, sis. Maybe you'll beat me next time."

Alicia hummed, holding her nonchalant stance, and I tried not to laugh.

"It's a shame you were on the losing team, Y/N," he added, looking to me. "You were pretty good out there."

"You won because of one game, otherwise we were in the lead," I reminded him with amusement.

"A win is a win."

"Touché."

He grinned, making Alicia scoff quietly, and then Madison called from the distance, "Nick stop bullying your sister!", and I started to laugh.

"I'm not!" he called back, before nodding to us both. "Ladies."

When he left, I glanced over at Alicia who was back to glaring at him from afar. "So, still taking the high road?"

"Uh-huh."

"Because I can totally shave his eyebrows off in his sleep if it makes you feel better."

She blinked, acknowledging my words, then glanced at me with humoured eyes. "Don't. That sounds very tempting."

I chuckled. "That's the point."

She began to smile. "I appreciate the offer, but I'll be fine. As long as he doesn't keep rubbing it in my face. Otherwise yes to the shaving his eyebrows thing."

"You got it."

After everybody got cleaned up, the sun was already setting and others had already got started on the bonfire and barbecue. By the time I'd showered and changed, I could smell the food being cooked up, the scent curling in the air alongside the smell of burning wood. It was a homely scent, one that reminded me how lucky I was to be here.

Food and drinks were served up and the bonfire party was in full swing, everybody still excited from the day's events. Kids were playing, adults were mingling and enjoying the break from our usual chores, and it almost felt like the old days, before everything bad went wrong.

I was hanging out with Alicia, Nick and Luciana, the latter and I trying not to get involved in the former's sibling rivalry. As much as Alicia acted indifferent, it was easy to see her getting worked up by Nick's occasional digs, though it was all in good faith. I think she was just glad she could fight with him again and it not be life or death.

Soon after everyone had eaten dinner, it was finally time for the prizes to be given, in addition to the small flimsy but cute medals everyone had received throughout the day for participating. We'd set up a small stage near the barbecues and everyone gathered around as Alicia stepped up, backed by the judges and a table of awards.

"Good evening, everyone!" she shouted enthusiastically into a megaphone. "Is everyone enjoying themselves tonight?"

Cheers erupted in the crowd, people raising their drinks and kids screaming without even knowing why. I couldn't help but smile, still amazed at everything the Clarks, Luciana and Strand had managed to do with this place.

"That's what I thought," Alicia said with a laugh. "I hope you're all ready because now is time to hand out the awards! Starting with the winner of today's challenges which is Team–"

Before she could finish, Nick's team began to cheer with pride, whooping and shouting excitedly as they pushed themselves onto stage to accept their award.

"–Valiant," Alicia finished, giving a sideways glance at her brother before grabbing the trophy from behind her.

Nick ushered the kids in his team to go and collect it, and everybody watched with adoration as they held the trophy above their heads with toothy grins plastered on their faces.

"We just want to say thank you to everyone who supported us," Nick began to make a speech, to Alicia's dismay and everyone's amusement. "You believed us in and thanks to you and our skills, we managed to bury Team Unity in the ground."

Alicia rolled her eyes as they cheered once more and left the stage. Clearing her throat, she looked back to the crowd.

"Moving on," she began swiftly, making me laugh, "I will now hand out some extra awards for those who impressed the judges with their skills. First up – the most enthusiastic of the games!"

She went on to hand out a few more medals and smaller trophies, surprising every single person who received it. And then finally, she finished off with a final award.

"To wrap up the awards tonight, I want to present the final medal for the biggest team player," she announced, picking said medal up from the table. "Even though this person definitely didn't want to play, she did because I happened to ask very nicely. And she's been nothing but supportive the whole way through, even though it was definitely her fault that we lost the three-legged race."

It took me a moment to realise that she was talking about me, and when her eyes fell on me, it confirmed my thoughts.

"They've been the biggest team player, so without further ado, here's to Y/N!" she continued, and everybody began to clap, leaving me no choice but to awkwardly smile and go up on stage.

She was grinning when I stopped beside her, eyes bright as she placed the medal around my neck.

"Seriously?" I muttered, quirking a brow.

"Seriously," she confirmed with a wink, and the strange feeling from earlier returned.

I gave a final awkward smile to the crowd before waiting for the clapping to stop so I could speak. "For the record, we lost the three-legged race because of Alicia's elephant strides, not because of me. Thank you."

Everyone began to laugh as Alicia shoved me off the stage in disagreement. I couldn't help but smile.

Alicia wrapped up the awards with a final thank you before everyone got back to celebrating, remembering what today was all about. I waited for Alicia to join me, arms crossed as I gave her a half smile.

"I can't believe you did that," I told her when she approached me. "It was very cute."

She shrugged like it was nothing. "I was just being honest."

My teasing dispersed when I saw how genuine she was being. "You know, with all of those awards, you deserved one the most for setting today up. It was a lot of work."

"Seeing it play out was reward enough," she assured me, glancing out at her handiwork. Then, she added jokingly, "Though the trophy might have been nice."

I laughed, shaking my head. "There was no way you were winning that."

"Shut up," she mumbled lightheartedly, nudging me in the side.

I couldn't look away from her profile as I admired how happy she looked tonight. "It's not a trophy, but I have an award for you."

Surprised, she glanced at me. "Really? What?"

"Just wait here," I told her, leaving her standing there confused as I went to find the others.

Not long later, I returned with Madison, Strand, Nick and Luciana in tow, the five of us holding a big bouquet of flowers and a wrapped up present. When Alicia spotted us, her eyes widened with amazement.

"Like I said, it's not a trophy, but hopefully you still like it," I said to her jokingly.

"This is all for me?" she asked, still not quite believing it.

"It is, sweetie," Madison confirmed with a proud smile. "You did such a great job with planning everything today and bringing it all together."

"And we know you don't like too much attention, so we thought we'd give it you now rather than onstage," Strand added with amusement.

She was smiling widely as she accepted the flowers and looked down at them with adoration. "This is beautiful, guys, you really didn't have to."

"Don't forget your present," Luciana said, shaking it slightly in her hand before holding it out. "We think you'll like it. It was actually Y/N's idea."

"But we all went through the effort of finding it," I added when Alicia glanced at me questioningly. "I'm definitely not taking the credit."

"Oh, quit being modest, loser," Nick sighed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder in an annoying brotherly way.

I shoved him off as he laughed and Alicia passed the flowers back to her mum so she could open the gift. She'd barely unwrapped the top before she saw a glimpse of the box, and then she tore through the wrapping eagerly.

"It's a brand new Monopoly game!" she exclaimed, eyes twinkling with excitement. "I've been looking everywhere for one of these!"

I smiled, her own excitement contagious. I knew she'd been on and off searching for a game that had all the pieces in tact, but it was a struggle. Luckily for us, Luciana had come across one on a semi-recent patrol after I'd told her to keep an eye out, and it just happened to be brand new. The perfect gift for Alicia.

"Thank you all so much!" Alicia said, her smile permanent as she pulled us all in for a group hug with her free arm. "Seriously, you didn't have to."

We all hugged her before Madison offered to put both gifts in her room for when she finished up her evening. After a final thank you to the others, Alicia and I were left alone.

"So, Monopoly was everyone's idea?" she asked me with a raised brow.

I shrugged. "Maybe. You like it though, right? I thought it would be nice to play if you want. I know you missed it."

Her expression softened and she nodded, stepping forward and pressing a surprise kiss to my cheek. I definitely wasn't expecting it, my face heating up as soon as she stepped back and met my gaze.

"I love it, Y/N, thank you," she assured with a smile, and I forgot how to speak, cheek still burning from where she'd kissed it.

She must have known the effect she had on me – either that or my gormless expression was ever so amusing – because she began to laugh, eyes crinkling and laugh lines prominent.

"C'mon, let's go find some drinks," she encouraged, taking my hand and instantly tugging me away.

It was difficult to do much else other than think about her smile for the rest of the evening.

"...helloooo, Y/N?"

Zoning back into reality, I looked over at Alicia who was sat in a chair next to me. She was watching me with a raised eyebrow and amused smile.

"Where's your head at?" she asked.

"Nowhere, just got distracted, sorry," I answered, looking back out ahead.

We were both keeping watch tonight, sat in a tower just outside the gates of the stadium.

"You tired? I know I'm very convincing when it comes to doing the night shift," she smiled playfully at this, making me laugh, "but you could've said no if you didn't want to."

"It's not that, don't worry," I assured her. "Besides, who would keep you awake if I wasn't here?"

"Very true."

I smiled, glancing at her briefly and feeling that familiar flutter in my stomach that had been present as of late. It was a strange one, gradually realising that I liked Alicia in a slightly more-than-friends way. After everything – all the time we'd spent together, all the jokes we'd shared, all the considerate things she'd done for me – it was difficult not to like her.

I had been so used to looking out for Y/S/N these past few years that relationships had never been a priority for me – I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to like somebody, friend or otherwise. But now... now it was different and I no longer had other priorities. Instead, I had time.

And even though I was certain she couldn't feel the same – I didn't even know if she liked girls – I was content keeping this crush to myself and enjoying it. Eventually I'd get over it. At least that's what I told myself.

"So, since we've established my presence is irresistible, I'm going on a supply run in a few days," Alicia said after a moment of quiet. "D'you wanna come with? There's room for one more."

I considered it, pulling a face. "Ah, I dunno..."

She patted my arm encouragingly. "Oh, c'mon, it'll be a change of scenery."

I glanced at her. "It sounds like it's my presence that is irresistible."

She grinned, her eyes twinkling under the moonlight. "You caught me. Now, are you coming?"

I sighed dramatically, unable to say no to her even if I tried. "Sure."

"Wow. Don't sound too excited."

I cracked a small smile as I looked ahead into the darkness. "It's not that. I just... I wonder if it'll ever be safe enough to do other things. Like a day out. Something that doesn't mean supply runs are what we do to have a change of scenery."

"What do you mean?"

I shrugged, leaning back into my seat. "I don't know. It's just like before the world turned upside down, if we were bored or something, we could go out. Go to the park or watch a movie or play bowling. There were sources of entertainment. Or art to appreciate, like a museum or something. A treat, y'know? Now there's nothing."

She hummed thoughtfully. "We can kind of still do that. Luci bought some DVDs back on her last run and we found that DVD player."

"I suppose... It's not the same though. The experience of going somewhere new and enjoying the moment."

I exhaled softly, wondering why that was suddenly on my mind. I should have been grateful for what I had now, not dwelling on what I didn't. Shaking my head, I glanced over at Alicia with a small apologetic smile.

"Never mind me," I said. "Just daydreaming again."

She watched me with a softened expression. "No, it's okay. Maybe one day, right? We thought we wouldn't have a home and we have this. Who says we can't have fun days out, too?"

I appreciated her effort to make me feel better, flashing her a grateful smile, before looking ahead again.

It wasn't a conversation I expected her to remember. I barely remembered it myself, it being a result of the nighttime atmosphere making me comfortable enough to reminisce. And yet, she'd remembered it alright, and gave me something that nobody ever had.

"Can I take it off now?"

Alicia sighed from beside me. "Did I say you could take it off now?"

I groaned petulantly, continuing to step forward slowly. She'd insisted I go out with her – a very unusual surprise considering the only times we'd left the stadium were for supply runs or patrol shifts – and had me blindfolded since we'd left the front gate. I'd been in a car for about twenty minutes and then she'd led me outside, presumably to the surprise location, but hadn't given me even the slightest of hints as to what it was.

As I was walking carefully, I almost tripped over a rock or a step and caught myself with the help of Alicia before I could fall flat on my face.

"Shoot, sorry, that was totally my bad," she said, not letting go of my hand when she helped me stand up again.

I heard the amusement in her voice and looked to her, hoping she could sense my displeasure and impatience. "Are we there yet?"

She squeezed my hand gently. "Almost."

"Almost," I mimicked childishly, mostly still annoyed that she'd almost let me fall.

She laughed quietly, tugging me along more carefully this time, and then we finally came to a halt. Letting go of my hand, she stopped behind me and her hands wavered by the knot behind my head.

"This is it," she said in my ear, admittedly sending chills down my spine because it felt oddly intimate with her so close. "You ready?"

All I could do was hum in agreement, thrown off all of a sudden.

She undid the knot and removed my blindfold, making me blink to get used to the light. We were still outside and I was confused to what I was supposed to be looking at at first. And then I saw the sign in front of me and raised my eyebrows with surprise and confusion.

Jackson's Art Gallery & Museum

"Where are we?" I asked, tearing my eyes from the building and looking at Alicia.

She grinned like it was obvious. "I thought the sign was pretty self explanatory."

I shook my head, still surprised. "No, I mean– it is, but what are we doing here? How did you find this place?"

She began to walk to the entrance, leaving me no choice but to follow as she said, "I was on a supply run when I came across it. And then I thought, you know who would love this?"

I blinked, unsure how to react, and continued to follow her through the front revolving doors and to the deserted reception desk. Like she'd been here before, Alicia rounded the desk and grabbed a brochure before smiling up at me.

"Welcome to Jackson's Art Gallery and Museum," she said with a funny voice, making me smile because I realised what she was doing. "Can I interest you in a brochure, ma'am?"

"Alicia."

She cleared her throat, flashing me a smile and tilting her head. "My name is Candy, ma'am. I'm the receptionist." My smile widened as she continued, "So, would you like a brochure?"

"I would love a brochure," I played along, accepting it.

"Excellent choice," she said, before joining my side again.

"Alicia, what is this? What are you doing?" I asked her before she could lead me further into the gallery.

Her expression softened as her eyes met mine. "I thought you'd like it. I've already scoped the place out and most of the exhibits are still in tact. Plus there's no dead, so we can have a look around without any interruptions."

She made it sound so easy, like it was a completely regular thing to do and like she hadn't completely gone out of her way to give me this special visit. My heart warmed at the realisation and I exhaled softly, appreciating it.

"Come on, we don't wanna get caught in any queues," she said when I didn't speak, grabbing my hand and tugging me into the first exhibit. "I hear it can get pretty busy this time of year."

I rolled my eyes at how nerdy she was being but let her drag me around. She treated it like a real day out to an art gallery, encouraging me to check out my brochure and showing me around all the exhibits. Most things were still in perfect condition, though I had my suspicions that Alicia had come in here prior to this trip and done some cleaning up and dusting around. There was no way half of these sculptures had remained spotless without a display case. Why she'd gone to so much trouble for me, I wasn't sure...

We studied all the different paintings, read all the plaques, posed with all the sculptures. We even stopped by an interactive part where visitors were encouraged to do their own drawing in a sketchbook. I drew a terrible rendition of the bowl of fruit before me, signing my name and feeling oddly excited at how fun today was. I hadn't felt this alive in so long.

"Let me see yours," I said to Alicia before we moved on, rounding the desk to take a look at hers.

She slid the sketchbook toward me and I widened my eyes slightly, amazed at her drawing of the interior of the hall we were sat in.

I scoffed lightheartedly. "Of course you're good at drawing. Is there anything you can't do?"

She chuckled. "Quit being a baby."

We checked out the final exhibit before reaching the end of the line, coming face to face with a tip box.

"I must say, this was an excellent tour," I said playfully, but meaning it. "I'd definitely leave a tip if I could."

"Hmm." Alicia looked around suspiciously before pulling something out from behind her back. When she held it out to me, I realised it was a dollar. "Here you go."

My face began to hurt from how much I was smiling. She'd found a dollar just for this? "Alicia."

She pressed her lips together to contain her joy. "Go on. It's part of the experience."

My heart was full as I accepted the dollar, eyes still lingering on hers because she was simply amazing. I almost forgot why she'd given it me because I was too busy admiring her.

"There," she said after I dropped the dollar in the box. "Now onto the best part. The gift shop."

Without a second wasted, she walked away and I was forced to follow, realising she was leading me to the gift shop. Again, the whole place had been tidied up and looked almost new. Now I definitely knew Alicia had gone out of her way to do it, but why?

We both looked around the store, fiddling with the trinkets on display. I admired the postcards full of art and she tried to justify taking a keyring for keys she didn't have. The whole experience had me spilling with gratitude and I couldn't take her humbleness anymore.

"Why did you do this?" I asked her when she was flicking through a book.

She quirked a brow, distracted, and looked up. "Huh?"

I gave her a knowing look. "This. You found this place. Surprised me. And I know it wasn't just something you came across. So spill it. Why did you do this for me?"

I had my suspicions of course, though it could have been solely delusions and me seeing what I wanted to see. I needed to hear it from her.

She played it cool, closing the book and putting it to the side. "Well... you were talking about how you missed having a day out and enjoying the moment. So, I thought I'd give you something to enjoy. Show you that there's still things to look forward to."

How could she remember such a silly comment and prove me wrong in the best way possible?

"Malory on guard duty was talking about how she really wants a pet dog, but you're not out here finding her one, are you?" I pointed out. "So, what's different with me?"

She smiled with amusement, stepping toward me. "Y/N, you're my friend."

"Wow, and Malory isn't?" I scoffed playfully. "Ouch. I'll be sure to tell her that."

Alicia rolled her eyes, trying to stop herself from laughing. "You know what I mean."

"I don't," I told her, meeting her eyes, and I knew I had to share what was on my mind because the last thing I wanted to do was misinterpret today. "You went out of your way to organise this whole day for me. After I made one comment. Friends don't do that."

"Yeah they do," she said nonchalantly.

I pressed my lips together, studying her expression, but she was avoiding looking my way and instead distracting herself with the merchandise. I wasn't being delusional, right? This was what I thought it was?

"You did this for me," I repeated slowly, not quite looking away from her. "So, if I wanted you to kiss me, would you?"

Her breathing hitched as she glanced at me, and I wondered if I'd said the wrong thing. But it was either this or live in denial forever, and I didn't want to anymore.

"I suppose so," she finally answered, voice low and eyes fixed on mine.

I swallowed hard, eyes lowering to her lips. There was nothing more to do than ask. "Well, I–"

She didn't even let me finish as she leaned forward, closing the gap between us. My skin was on fire where her hand caressed my neck and I immediately closed my eyes, falling into her. Her lips were so soft, fingers so delicate, and my insides were filled with butterflies.

This wasn't what I expected and yet I wouldn't have had it any other way. I hoped she couldn't hear my heart beating out of my chest.

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[darlingvernon]

odds. [M]

↳ and the cycle never stops… until it does.

◇ kwon soonyoung x reader ◇ angst | suggestive sexual themes | toxic relationship ◇ 4.1k [1/1]

warning: this story is toxic as fuck, read at your own risk. this is a fictional work, i'm not claiming that hoshi is like this, he's just a muse, a face card if you will. please learn to separate reality from fiction.

note: if you do catch it, this is a repurposed piece of writing i did for another group. if there are any concerns, please don't hesitate to reach out!

another note (lol): the big chunk in the middle that's in italics is a flashback!

another one!! -> omg i can't believe i forgot to add that this is based on the song 'Odds' by NIKI so make sure you give it a listen for context!!

“Cheers!”

Clinking your shot glasses together, you and your best friend Niki tip your heads back, letting the burning liquor course down your throats. Slamming the shot glass down on the oak surface, you wipe your mouth using the back of your hand without much grace and reach over the bar for a slice of lime. Biting into it, the citrus goodness soothes your taste buds and you discard the remnants in the shot glass for the bartender to collect.

“One more,” Niki holds a perfectly manicured finger up, smirking as you roll your eyes.

“In case you weren’t aware,” you point out, “that was already our fifth shot of this very short night and I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan on walking out of here completely inebriated.”

“I don’t plan on walking out of here without a man between my legs.”

Snorting at the image she projected, you smack her playfully on the arm and remind her that she just recently got out of a relationship and should probably slow it down. Rolling her eyes, Niki leans into your space and flicks you on the forehead as she brings up the fact that you should be the one out there searching for a man. An available one, instead of pining for one who continues to slip through your fingers.

“That’s a low blow,” you pout, rubbing soothing circles on your forehead. Her statement unintentionally returns you to the thoughts that you’ve been trying to escape from since last week. Since you last saw him.

“I’m just saying,” Niki slurs, hands up in the air in defense. “You deserve better than this and you deserve more than this.”

Turning back to face the bar, you flag the bartender down for another drink, ignoring the way your best friend’s eyes sparkle in delight. “I don’t give a shit about what I deserve,” you retort. “He’s the one I want.”

With a sigh, Niki wraps her arms around you, peppering your cheek with kisses in apology. Grabbing the proffered glasses from the bartender, she hands one to you and raises hers in a toast. “May the odds be ever in your favour.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

As soon as you slam the shot glass down for the sixth time tonight, goosebumps begin to creep along your skin. Soon after, a familiar warmth surrounds you and it’s not hard to tell that it isn’t from the liquid courage flowing through your veins. It can only mean one thing. He’s here.

“Oh, would you look at that?” Niki leans over and giggles in your ear. “Lover boy is here.”

Whatever smart retort you had for her ends up stuck on your tongue when his familiar scent wafts through the air and you feel his presence within proximity.

“Well, if it isn’t the infamous Kwon Soonyoung,” Niki confirms your assumption as she greets him. “What brings you to our end of town?”

“Niki,” Soonyoung greets, voice invading your senses, making you feel too many things at once, and you definitely shouldn’t have had that much to drink. “I’m just visiting an old friend.”

Friend. Of course. What are the odds?

“Hey, Soonyoung,” you finally pluck up the courage to turn and face him with a smile, cursing the butterflies in your belly at the mere sight of him, and especially when he smiles back.

“Hi,” he says back with his perfect smile and perfect teeth that you wish he would sink into—

“I guess I’ll leave you guys to it then,” Niki breaks through your thoughts. Rolling her eyes once more, one of her hands gently squeezes yours as her other grabs her purse from the bar. With a sly smirk, she kisses your cheek in farewell and utters loud enough for Soonyoung to hear, “Don’t forget to call Jihoon tonight.”

With a wink, she disappears into the crowd before you can strangle her. Damn that cockblocking bitch—

Soonyoung clears his throat and you stiffen in attention, almost forgetting for a moment that he’s right behind you. For a moment, you pray that he didn’t hear but you know your chances are slim. Facing him, you’re proven correct when he teases in question, “Who’s Jihoon?”

Smirking, you flag the bartender down once more to ask for another drink before you answer Soonyoung with a question of your own. “How’s Codi?”

Soonyoung chuckles — a sound you’ve missed terribly — and reaches over for his own beer. With keen eyes, you watch as he brings the bottle to his lips and find yourself unable to look away, openly staring at the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he drinks. “I asked you first,” he smirks, catching you in the act.

Grabbing your vodka raspberry from the counter, you take a few sips before finally answering him. “He’s someone that I’m meant to be seeing,” you say truthfully. “We went on a date the other night and it was… okay.”

It’s hard to miss the way Soonyoung’s jaw tenses at your reply but he manages to compose himself after another swig of his beer. “Just okay?”

Shrugging, you draw circles with your index finger on the rim of your glass. “Yeah, don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy and it was a great date. But, if we’re being honest with each other, he and I both knew that neither of us are who the other wanted.”

“Hm,” he tuts, “are you still seeing him?”

“We’re just seeing how it goes,” you reply nonchalantly and take another sip from your drink. “Your turn. Who ended it this time? You or Codi?”

“Me.”

Rendered speechless, you turn to face him with a raised brow and his infamous chuckle meets you yet again. Soonyoung drones on about the boring details of why he’s off again with his on-again/off-again girlfriend, but his words just go in one ear and out the other. Not a single part of you cares; this is nothing new to Soonyoung and it’s nothing new to you. All that matters to you is the fact that he’s single again and that you are the first person he comes to see.

“You don’t really give a shit, do you?” Soonyoung scoffs when he gets no reaction from you. 

“I don’t,” you reply candidly before downing the rest of your drink, “and neither do you.”

Soonyoung smirks, following suit with his own drink. “You got that right.”

Everything happens so quickly after that admission and you’re not even sure who makes the first move or of anything else for that matter. When Soonyoung shoves you hard against the wall, bending to lap his tongue at the juncture of your neck, you finally gain your bearings, noticing the familiar set of pendant lights that hang in your kitchen over his shoulder.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at the lobe. He’s rewarded with a wanton moan and your tongue shoved in his mouth.

“Prove it,” you whisper against his lips, grabbing his right hand and placing it between your legs in challenge. 

Growling, Soonyoung grips your hips deliciously hard and knowing that it’s going to leave a bruise lasting for days almost makes you come.

Prove it, he does, with his hands and lips roaming all over your body. Articles of clothing soon litter the path to your bedroom, where you spend countless hours of the night with limbs tangling under messy sheets. At every high you reach together, he never fails to cry out your name, while his spill from your lips in wanton pleas.

“What’s on your mind?” Soonyoung asks through ragged breaths, barely mustering the strength to face you as he lies on his stomach.

With a tired laugh, you shift to lay on your back in an attempt to compose yourself, not just from the multiple sessions you’ve had with little to no rest, but also from the vulnerability of his question. “You don’t want me to answer that,” you reply, breathless for more than one reason. 

Soonyoung raises his head as it dawns on him. “Are you trying to figure us out again?”

“Always.”

Sighing, Soonyoung extends his arm to wrap around your middle, pulling you across the bed to hold you tight against him. “Why do you keep doing this?” he asks wearily, and you know it’s due to more than just the sex.

“You already know why,” you sigh, turning to face him to touch your forehead to his.

“I do,” Soonyoung closes his eyes and meets your lips in a languid kiss.

Moments pass as you both lay there, basking in each other’s presence, until he breaks the silence by asking, “Do you remember when we met?”

A wide smile plastered itself on your face, “How can I forget about the day the boy from the suburbs got lost on the coast?”

Soonyoung laughs earnestly, his eyes shaping into crescents as you both reminisce about everything the two of you have gone through so far.

Celebrating a friend’s birthday, Soonyoung and his friends came down to the coast for the weekend. They stumbled into the same bar where you frequented by chance, and as soon as he spotted you by the bar, he was a goner. He knew that he had to have you.

His charming approach had you reeling. One thing led to another and you both spent most of the weekend locked away in your apartment and got acquainted with each other through many different ways.

Everything had started off casual, with neither of you wanting to commit due to distance and your career — you were flourishing in a publishing company — but there was no doubt that the attraction and chemistry was there. The longer the situationship continued, the attraction between you grew into something more.

However, you were caught off guard when you found yourself on his side of town for a work conference, bumping into him with his arm wrapped around another’s shoulders. Soonyoung was as shocked as you were, not expecting to run into you on the night that he was on a date with Codi. Not in a place to complain due to the nature of your relationship, or lack thereof, you forced down the bile that had risen to your throat at the sight of him and swallowed your pride. Something like that happening was not meant to be a surprise to either of you.

Even though you were shattered, you were obliged to give him your blessing, informing him when you hugged each other in greeting, and went on your way. What you didn’t expect was for Soonyoung to run up to you, asking if you could remain in his life as his friend. It was only when you walked away from him that he realised that he couldn’t see a life without you in it.

In too deep and drowning in your feelings, you agreed to his dangerous request. You made yourself believe that this was better than nothing, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

You missed him. Terribly. So much so that as soon as Soonyoung showed up at your apartment door some weeks later with news that he and Codi had broken up, you ended up picking up right where you left off.

The new situation between you two started off almost exactly the same as before, except that time, Soonyoung was finally ready to take the next step with you. His attraction to you evolved into something more and he was willing to step over the line despite the distance. However, there was one thing that hindered him from doing so. You.

It wasn’t that you weren’t ready to take the leap, especially since you were falling as deep and fast as he was, but your career had unexpectedly taken off, leaving you with little time for yourself. Nor for Soonyoung, which started to take a toll on your relationship. The fact that you couldn’t make a trip to see him was something he understood considering he could always make his way to you. The issue was caused by your limited availability for him, physically and emotionally, even when he had put in the effort to come and see you.

Every time Soonyoung had travelled to the coast, you were too caught up with work and he was left spending most of his time alone within the four walls of your apartment. Whenever you did manage to finally spare him some time, it was usually spent with raised voices and arguments about who was letting the relationship down.

Was it Soonyoung who couldn’t understand the position that you were in with the opportunity that you’ve been given? Or was it you, who couldn’t see that he was finally trying to commit?

Truthfully, it didn’t matter whose fault it was, but Soonyoung was at breaking point. However, instead of talking to you about how he was feeling, he decided to break the news to you in typical Soonyoung fashion. He sent a text. While this was something that you had been used to, your heart ached a little more at the contents of his actual message.

[9:00pm] Soonyoung: codi’s back

The wine glass in your hand is quickly emptied and you could only laugh bitterly, knowing what his words truly meant. She wasn’t just back in town, she was back in his life. There was nothing more to say, so you settled for a short reply.

[9:05pm] Y/N: of course she is

The grip Soonyoung had on his phone tightened, afraid that he would throw it across the room and smash it to pieces. Taking a turn at being bitter, he taunted you further with another message.

[9:08pm] Soonyoung: is that all you have to say?

Did he expect you to fight for him? You would’ve. You should’ve. But, you were hurt and he’d pushed you far enough. 

[9:15pm] Y/N: does it even matter? [9:15pm] Y/N: you’ve already made up your mind [9:16pm] Soonyoung: you made it up for me

His reply was swift and pointed all the blame on you. With your pride damaged, the reply you sent back was scathing. He asked for it, so you gave it to him.

[9:20pm] Y/N: if i was in charge of your decisions [9:20pm] Y/N: you would still be here  [9:21pm] Y/N: beneath me as i ride you into oblivion [9:21pm] Y/N: instead of settling for someone [9:22pm] Y/N: who could never compare

Soonyoung bristled, knowing that you had him right where you wanted him. You always had and you always would.

[9:25pm] Soonyoung: you and i are through

With a laugh, you sent him one last taunting reply.

[9:30pm] Y/N: keep telling yourself that

Not even a week later, Soonyoung turned up at your door, cursing and yelling about how you had ruined everything. Not one to stand for it, you yelled just as much and hurled back all the blame he had aimed at you for his issues with Codi. Fuming, you asked him to leave and informed him that your date was on the way and would be there any minute now.

“You’re unbelievable!” Soonyoung spat out. “You? Going out on a date?”

“Yes, I am,” you replied, indignant. “You can have a girlfriend, right? So, the way I see it, I can go on a date.”

“But, you couldn’t go out on a date with me?” Soonyoung laughed sarcastically. “I waited months for you! To tell you that I was finally ready. To tell you that you were all I ever wanted and you couldn’t spare me one date.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, confused. “You never told me any of this.”

“How could I? You basically had no time for me—”

“I would’ve made time for this—”

“Then, why didn’t you?!” Soonyoung yelled, frustrated. “God, you’ve made such a fool out of me. I’m out of here.”

With that, Soonyoung turned his back on you and made his way to the front door. Just as he was about to turn the knob, you said something that made him stop in his tracks. “What did you say?”

“I’ll make time for you,” you repeated, louder and stronger that time.

“When? After you realise that this date is no one compared to me?” Soonyoung threw your words back at you.

With a great need for him to understand, you raised your hands up in surrender. “I already know he’s nothing compared to you. I’ll make time for you. Right now.”

“Prove it,” Soonyoung challenged, and you were more than willing to answer.

With a nod, you grabbed your purse from the kitchen counter and fished out your phone, dialling your date’s number. “Hey Seungcheol,” you greeted, eyes locked on Soonyoung as you spoke. “Listen, I’ll have to take a rain check tonight. Something’s come up. Yeah, nothing I can’t handle. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

The word ‘goodbye’ was barely out of your mouth before Soonyoung pounced on you. He grabbed your phone and threw it carelessly behind him as he crashed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Soonyoung’s impatience showed as his hands and lips got reacquainted with your body and it wasn’t long before he threw you over his shoulder and onto your bed, making up with you by making love to you.

The cycle began again. And again. And again.

Often, you wondered how much more of this toxic pattern you could take, but with one look at him, you knew. You would never give him up.

Back in the present, you find yourself still staring at the ceiling. “I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve done this,” you sigh, wistfully. “Sometimes, some part of me wants to let you go, but the part that wants to keep fighting is a lot bigger. A lot stronger. I know it’s pathetic, but I couldn’t care less.”

Turning to face Soonyoung, you find him sound asleep, snoring softly with his head resting on the crook of your shoulder. Brushing the hair away from his face, you study his profile and store it in your memory, knowing full well that there’s a high chance that he’ll be nowhere to be found in the morning. 

Mentally preparing yourself for the loneliness that dawn will bring, a thought crosses your mind; Niki’s toast at the bar. May the odds be ever in your favour, she said.

The odds.

The more you think about it, the more you realise that they have been against you this whole time. Worst of all, it dawns on you that you’ve done nothing to change your fate, choosing to be complacent and ride the waves instead.

The time Soonyoung told you that he was willing to step over the line comes to the forefront of your mind. You try to recall what you’ve done to show that you’re just as willing, if not more, but you come up short. Every time he leaves, you always remind yourself that it’s because your love for him is much bigger than his love for you and yet you’ve done nothing to prove that statement true.

Finally, you realise that you are the reason for the mess you are in.

If anything is to change about your current state of relationship with Soonyoung, the leap of faith required rests on your shoulders. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to change these odds?

You already know the answer without needing to think about it. When it comes to Soonyoung, it’s the only answer.

Yes.

With renewed determination, you take the leap, even as he sleeps soundly in your arms, hoping that your words may reach him. That somehow, your words will be enough.

“I love you, Kwon Soonyoung,” you whisper and place your lips on his, in a soft yet intimate kiss. “I always have and I always will. I’m yours, in whatever way you’ll have me.”

A moment after your confession, exhaustion sets in and you allow it to lead you to slumber. As soon as your breathing evens out and you’re sure to have fallen asleep, Soonyoung’s eyes fly open, his heart thundering in his chest.

Little do you know, Soonyoung had been awake when you freely confessed your feelings, hearing every word you uttered and feeling the truth in your kiss. 

Sighing heavily, he understands that he has a decision to make, one that will forever alter the way things are between you both. Soonyoung can only hope that he makes the right decision.

It’s no surprise for you to wake up next to the cold and empty sheet beside you, nor to find the note on his pillow. This is Soonyoung’s signature move and you’ve grown accustomed to it by now. What is surprising though, are the words Soonyoung leaves on the note this time around.

I heard what you said last night when you thought I was asleep. Every single word.

Adrenaline courses through your veins, making you sit up, awake and scrambling to understand the meaning behind his words as you read the note over and over. He heard you. He knows. 

Breathing erratically, you flip the note over to see the back of it, hoping that something else is written there, a declaration of love perhaps, or anything at all, but there’s nothing. Unsure of what this means, your body sags back onto the mattress, and for the first time in a long time, your tears fall at the thought of not having Soonyoung in your life.

A month passes without any word from Soonyoung, especially with you deciding not to seek him out and letting fate play things out. Of course, it hurts like hell, but you are far too stubborn to quit, hoping that everything will finally work out in your favour.

Even when the thought comes to mind, Niki is there to remind you to stay strong. After you explained everything that’s been going on between you and Soonyoung, she finally discovered why you’re in the mess that you’re in and gives you the scolding you deserve. Knowing that you’re finally attempting to change things to improve your relationship, Niki reminds you that no matter what the world throws at you and Soonyoung, you always end up together. She firmly believes that this will continue to be the case and you wish to be as confident as her.

Sighing for the nth time, you adjust the clothes that you’re wearing for the day, especially with an important meeting on your calendar, one that you definitely can’t miss even though it’s on a weekend. Grabbing your hand bag from the rack, you take a deep breath to calm yourself before heading out the door.

Except you’re unable to exit because you find something blocking your path.

Not something. Someone.

Kwon Soonyoung, himself.

Standing outside your door in all his glory, Soonyoung flashes you his killer smile, one that you can’t help but mirror as you melt into a puddle in front of him.

“Hi,” Soonyoung greets with a smirk. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

Swallowing whatever’s left of your pride, you reply hesitantly, unsure of where the conversation is going to as the note he left flashes in your mind. “You’re right, it has. Um, you look… good?”

“Not as good as you.”

Neither of you make a move to speak after that, too busy staring and drinking each other in. Soonyoung breaks the trance first, his gaze landing on the bag that’s hanging off your shoulder before surveying the rest of your outfit.

“Off to work on a Saturday?” he asks warily. Having made up his mind already, Soonyoung decides to test you one last time, wanting to make sure that he’s making the right decision.

“I am,” you answer honestly, even though the thought of work and the meeting are far from your mind.

Soonyoung takes a deep breath and places the ball on your court. “Since I’m here,” he pauses, but forces himself to continue despite his nerves. “You should… I don’t know, like, call up your boss. Probably take the day off. Maybe we could change the odds?”

With a smile, you fish the phone out of your purse and call your boss without a second thought. “Hey Jeonghan, I can’t make it today,” you say with no hesitation in your voice whatsoever. “Something came up. Yes, I know it’s the most important meeting of my career, but trust me, it’s not as important as this.”

Just like all those times before, Soonyoung doesn’t wait till you hang up the phone before his lips crash against yours, barely able to contain himself as he ushers you back into your apartment. With insistent lips, he makes up for all the times he spent not kissing you.

“God, I’m so in love with you,” Soonyoung declares. Beaming, you pull him in and deepen your kiss.

“Prove it,” you challenge, laughing with joy.

Prove it, he does.

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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 1 - Girl on a mission

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Chapter 1 - Girl on a mission

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~1 year and 6 months before Present Day~

"Find and kill CB97."

"That's impossible."

"It's not, if you wanna get out of here."

"Fuck you."

"Shut your fucking mouth. Don't forget who you're fucking speaking to, bitch!" Boss said, while pointing his loaded gun at me. "I'm giving you two options here. You either kill him, or you leave this place dead."

"I don't even know what he looks like or what his real name is!" I whined.

"Look, that's not my fucking problem. I think I'm giving you a pretty good offer here. Most don't get to leave this place alive at all. So, you either do what I'm asking, or you don't and suffer the consequences. You know the rules!" He screamed harshly.

I knew he was right. Leaving a mafia wasn't as simple as submitting a resignation letter when you got tired of your job.

You couldn't simply leave a mafia.

Someone who's outside is a risk to the others' safety. Anyone who's out becomes a target, a way for our rivals to get data on us.

However, my gang - The Scarlet Rose - is a bit different. Here, the rules state that, if you do wish to leave, you have the leisure to do so, providing you complete the mission Boss gives you.

More often than not, though, the mission proves itself to be simply impossible. Some give up on leaving altogether, others get killed while attempting to do so.

I believe no one's ever managed to complete it. There are only rumours that some people have, but there's no actual proof. And as they say – only believe what's in front of your eyes.

So, why would I want to go through this just to leave, you might ask?

It's pretty simple: this gang's rules no longer coincide with my life views. In fact, they never have, but even more so lately. My boss makes me take innocent lives. I am forced to kill families, children... I don't want to do this anymore.

I don't mind killing bastards as long as they deserve it, but I'm drawing the line at infants who can't even speak, let alone be guilty of anything.

~

Three weeks after the pretty chat with my boss, I've heard through the grapevine that SKZ Mafia will be hosting a party at their house and made some plans on how to get in.

I've faked my identity, posing as a millionaire's wife, and entered the premises quite easily. Red lips, wearing a classy but slutty long black dress, under which I've hidden a dagger, strapped to the back of my thigh, and I was ready to make my way through.

The plan for tonight was to use my good looks to find out who exactly CB97 was, at least. If I'm lucky, I could also attempt seducing him and taking him to bed to kill him when he's most vulnerable. This shouldn't be too hard, right? He's just a man... Like all Mafia leaders, this CB97 is probably an old degenerate, sex maniac psychopath.

Unless the 97 comes from his birth year or something.

Nah, that can't be it. I chuckled to the dumb possibility that this guy would be my age.

Anyway, the success rate for this plan is dim, though, maybe 30% on a lucky day, since this guy's been so secretive about himself all this time.

However, I felt pretty lucky today.

May the odds be in my favour, as they always are.

~

I was two hours in, when suddenly I got approached by someone.

"Bored?" the mysterious man said, placing his hand gently on my lower back.

I smirked cunningly seeing the man in front of me and thought that maybe I could get some information from him if I flirted a bit. He was also hot as fuck, and a little fun never hurt anyone, did it?

"Not at all. Just enjoying the wine and taking in the atmosphere. This place looks amazing. Just to my taste." I looked him from head to toe and gave him a suggestive look.

"Thank you."

"What for?" I raised an eyebrow curiously.

"For the compliments on my mansion, of course."

"CB97, then? I didn't expect you to be so young." I replied, genuinely surprised by this.

Shit, so 97 was his birth year after all!

Should I continue with the plan, or should I just get out of here quietly? I found out what he looks like, after all...

"You didn't expect me to me so hot." He whispered in my ear, which made my cheeks turn red. Thanks god for make-up. "I noticed you've been fucking me with your eyes from the moment you saw me."

Nah, he fell right into my trap. This might still work.

"Are you always so cheeky?" I turned to face him and put one arm over his shoulder, grabbing at his shirt and pulling his body closer.

"Are you always so bold?" he returned my question and brought his face closer to mine, our lips almost touching.

"Mhm. I am. So how about we take this upstairs?" CB97 chuckled hearing my proposal.

"Wouldn't your millionaire husband have something to say about that?"

"Like I give a shit about what he thinks." I scoffed. "Look at you." I flirted and bit my bottom lip playfully, eyeing him from under my long eyelashes.

CB97 showed me his teeth through a sly smile and grabbed my hand in his, guiding me up the stairs.

"Let's get going, then. The night's still young."

~

He led me to an exquisite room that had a master bed with fresh linen on top.

Without missing a beat, CB97 pushed me on the bed and kissed me hard. I don't know if the wine was getting to my head, but his plum lips tasted so sweet, almost addictive; I was mesmerised by how good he felt on top of me.

CB97 licked my upper lip, as if asking for permission, so I bravely stuck out my tongue a bit, touching his.

He was quick to respond, sucking on my tongue and continuing to kiss me deeper and deeper.

Don't forget why you're here, Emilia.

I put my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, if that was even possible. His kisses were making me drunk, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.

All of a sudden, he pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"Just wanted to let you know that I like it a little rough." He said with a stern face, taking my hands in his and putting them above my head, locking them in place with one hand, while he took off his belt with the other.

He was so strong, I couldn't move from his grip.

I didn't have any time to protest as he skilfully tied the belt tightly around my wrists. He then stood up on the bed and grabbed my body, turning me around, so that my face was buried in the sheets.

This is dangerous.

"I'd prefer if I had more control." I chuckled, hoping the man would release me, and turned my head to the right to look at him, resting my left cheek on the bed.

His eyes were dark, but his face showed a blank expression. He looked at me coldly, as he pressed his whole weight on top of me, his crotch pressing firmly on my ass, and moved my hair to free my neck. There was a powerful contrast between his action and his words. He kissed my neck gently, but what he whispered in my ear made my skin crawl.

"Why, so you could kill me, Emilia?"

My heart rose up my throat. How does he know my real name?

I swallowed my saliva and tried to calm down. My chest started hurting, as my heart beat faster and faster.

Fear.

That's how I felt.

I was scared.

CB97 traced his hand on the length of my leg and felt the dagger on my thigh.

"Is this what you wanted to use to kill me?" he asked mockingly, taking the dagger out, admiring it, and pressing its' blade firmly on my neck, not strong enough to pierce my skin, but enough to feel its coldness. "I like your style."

"Nice dagger, huh?" I tried hiding how I was really feeling behind this stupid joke.

Who betrayed me?

"Indeed. But damn, you really are bold, coming into my house like you own the place and planning to kill me in my own bed."

Fuck.

I am genuinely scared.

I will die.

What should I do?

"So, why kill me, babygirl?"

I scoffed at his choice of nickname and smirked.

"What, didn't your informant give you all the details?" I mocked.

"Oh, baby, he did. Just wanted to check if the stories matched."

When I stayed silent, he continued.

"Cause if they do, I feel sorry for you. You've been sent to the wolf's lair, only for the wolf to be informed that you're coming for his neck."

"... Who told you?"

Chan smirked. "Your boss."

"WHAT?!" I asked surprised, trying to turn around, but CB97 kept me in place with his body.

"Sit tight, will you?"

I sighed.

"It must hurt horribly to be sold out like that by your family." Chan whispered in my ear.

"What family? Those bastards aren't my family."

Even if I didn't consider them so, as they say you should once you join a mafia, CB97 was right. Betrayal did hurt like hell.

Feeling some stubborn tears forming in the corners of my eyes, I turned my head, so that my face would be buried in the sheets.

It wasn't the first time I've been close to dying.

No, far from that, actually.

But it was the first time I've been so... helpless.

It was the first time no one was coming to help.

Boss wanted to get rid of me, so he sent me here to die.

All hope is lost.

I will die.

I started shaking under CB97 as I tried to control the tears.

Fuck, this is not the time to be emotional, Emilia.

I cleared my throat and tried to think of something else, to divert my attention from the feelings of betrayal and from fear, as my last moments were approaching.

"Hey, since I'm going to die soon anyway, what's your real name?"

"Curious?" CB97 replied. Although I couldn't see his face, I was sure the fucker smirked.

"Mhm." I nodded.

"They say curiosity killed the cat, you know?"

"But satisfaction brought it back." I smirked.

"Hah. Fair point, love."

"You know mine, might as well let me know yours as well. I'll quite literally take it to my grave, so it doesn't matter to you either way. It won't hurt you." I replied defeated.

CB97 got off me and turned me around again, so that my back was firmly pressed against the mattress. He got on top of me and caressed my face with his thumbs, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

I hated this.

He will see my tears. He will see how weak I am.

"Say please?"

"Pff. As if I would." I rolled my eyes so far back, I almost saw my brain for a second.

"No longer curious?"

"Just wanted to put a name to your pretty face before you kill me, that's all."

Repeating it out loud, the realisation that I was going to die hit me again.

I tried to swallow back the tears, but I couldn't stop them. They started flowing, rolling off my face uncontrollably.

"Shhh, don't cry, baby." CB97 said soothingly, as he continued to brush his hands on my face and wipe off the tears that wouldn't stop falling.

He was giving me fake comfort, I knew, but I allowed myself to get relaxed under his touch and pretend that everything would be alright.

"Do you hate me?" he asked, searching my face for the truth.

"No."

"Even though I'm about to kill you?"

I tensed at his words.

"I don't hate you." I answered truthfully. "I hate the situation I put myself in, that got me in your bed tonight. But I don't hate you, CB97."

"Bang Chan."

"Huh?"

"Bang Chan. That's my name."

"Bang Chan... okay." I nodded softly. "Turns out my key to freedom will be my demise." I smiled sadly and looked into his eyes. "Your name has a nice ring to it. It suits you."

"Yours too."

"Please do me a favour and finish me off quickly, hm?" I continued and closed my eyes, waiting for Bang Chan to take my life.

Instead, I was met with a soft peck on my lips.

"I can still be your key to freedom." He said, trailing soft kissing down my neck, sucking small bruises on it, making me whimper.

I clenched my thighs under his touch, feeling intoxicated by him. I wasn't supposed to feel like this. I was on my death bed, but I was dripping wet just from his whispers and touches.

"What, if I let you fuck me, you'll let me go?" I laughed sarcastically.

"Let me fuck you? Babygirl, I don't need you to let me do anything. I know you want it as much as me." As he said this, he traced two of his fingers on my slit, through my panties, feeling my horniness. I was mad at my body for betraying me like this, but he was right the second time this night. I was lusting over his body.

He didn't remove my panties, but he pressed two fingers firmly on my clit, applying pressure, before rubbing it a little, causing me to moan.

"See what I mean? I'm not blind, Emilia." he whispered more in my ear, licking my earlobe, sending me into overdrive.

"However, if you don't want it, I won't touch you any further." He got off of me and freed my arms, pulling me in a seated position and handing me my dagger. "That's also not what I meant. I'm not looking for a fuckdoll. But I can still be your key to freedom if you choose to follow me."

I took the dagger from his hand unsurely and thought for a bit.

Follow him? Does he think I'm stupid?

I can't kill him. He is way more powerful than me.

And even if I managed to strike him down, the other members probably know we were inside and watching us closely.

Even if I somehow escaped this mansion, Boss wanted me dead. It wouldn't matter if I'd free myself from him.

I'm dead, either way.

And the only way to make sure I die on my terms is...

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and quickly pointed the dagger to my throat, sending my arm as powerfully as I could towards my carotid artery.

Penetrating this artery would most likely result in a quick death. I would bleed out quickly, it would only hurt for a few minutes.

~

"What the fuck?!" I heard Bang Chan's voice loud and clear, and although I braced myself for the blade's fury, I could only feel my hand being held back forcefully.

I opened my eyes, shaking.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." was the only thing I could blurt out, as Chan took the dagger out of my hand.

"What the actual fuck, Emilia. That was a test to see if I can trust you not to kill me, but I wasn't expecting you to try and commit suicide. For fuck's sake." He spit out.

"I'm... sorry?" I said, unsure of what just happened and why he's stopped me. Quite annoyed, I ranted "Why did you stop me? Just kill me already! I'm ready to die!" tears streaming down my face once again.

"I don't want to kill you. It'd be a waste of talent. So how about we make a deal? Follow me, join SKZ, and let's get revenge on that old bastard together. I've always hated his guts, you wanted to leave his mafia anyway. He'll think you died; we'll have enough time to plan his death."

"Wh-"

"So, what do you say?"

"I – I don't know. I mean, yes, but, how can you trust me? Aren't you taking a big risk here?"

"You should learn to keep your pretty mouth shut sometimes; it might make some overthink their decisions if you plant doubt like that." He caressed my cheek. "Not me, though, my intuition tells me to trust you."

"O-okay. But, I want to be free to choose things for myself. I don't want to be a bird in a cage if I choose to... join you."

"No one in SKZ is here forcefully. My only request is to kill that bastard, but other than that, you're free to do whatever you please. Once he's dead, you can start a new life somewhere else, for all I care, or you can continue to stay here. Whichever you want."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"But why?"

"Your questions are getting annoying."

"Then... how should we seal the deal?" I asked, Chan picking up on my underlying question.

"So you do want my body tonight, huh?" he smirked, closing the distance between our lips and laying me on the bed again.

Our kisses were even more intense than before, both of us hungry for the other's touch.

"Fuck, you're hot." I mouthed in between the wet kisses we were sharing.

Chan moaned at that and stopped, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Fuck, you're beautiful. I want you so much, I could break you."

I felt myself blush at his sudden confession, before unconsciously tensing.

"Everything all right? We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I do want it, but..."

"But?" he raised a brow.

"Don't laugh."

Chan was now even more confused, but he nodded in agreement, so I took a deep breath and confessed, quietly.

"I, uhm... it's my first time."

"WHAT? How the fuck, when you look like that?" he asked, surprised.

"It's just... no one's made me feel horny before. But you, fuck, I want you." I cursed, looking at the bulge in his pants and feeling my legs clenching again. "Please take care of me."

"Such a needy girl." He praised and caressed my head gently, before kissing me again, his tongue deeper than before. "Baby, I might be a monster to most, but tonight, I'll be a gentleman to you, I promise."

He quickly took off his shirt, exposing his toned abs, and continued leaving wet trails on my neck.

Each time his lips grazed my skin, I could feel myself burning, and I moaned with pleasure under his every touch.

He made me stand up so he could take off my dress, leaving my body bare in front of him.

"Damn." He muttered under his breath, as he pulled me closer, his hands touching me everywhere.

His mouth was going lower and lower, and I whined in anticipation. I wanted his tongue connecting to my core, but instead, he decided to tease me, not touching me where I needed him most.

He kissed my thighs, sometimes his teeth grazing my soft skin and making me moan again and again.

"Please, touch me."

Chan chuckled. "Where?"

I groaned. I couldn't wait anymore, so I grabbed a chunk of his hair and pointed his head to my crotch.

"You're lucky this is your first time, otherwise I would've punished you like hell for this."

Even though his tone was harsh, Chan complied and gently licked my core.

The pleasure was too much, my knees growing weaker, and soon enough I fell on the bed.

"Can't handle it, baby? We just started."

He pushed me further on the bed and made sure we both sat comfortably, before he started eating me out again. His tongue drew circles on my clit, sending waves of pleasure.

Kissing his way up my lips again and initiating another passionate kiss, he quickly moved his mouth and focused on my neck again, pushing two fingers into my mouth.

"Suck." He commanded, and I listened and sucked on them to the best of my ability.

"Good girl." He praised, before his lips met mine again.

He took the two fingers to my slit and started rubbing me slowly. I couldn't even kiss him right because I moaned each time he moved.

"Never did this before, baby?"

I shook my head.

"Then you're gonna love this."

As he said that, he slowly inserted his index finger, his mouth moving to my right breast, sucking on my nipple gently.

He was moving the finger in and out, and when he noticed I've relaxed more, he asked:

"Think you can handle one more?"

As the words left his mouth, he put his middle finger inside as well, earning another small moan from me.

His hand movements were slow, but he was hitting all the right spots, making me pant for air and put my arms around his neck, pointing his mouth to my neck, place he gladly took as he began to kiss my neck gently.

Just as I was reaching my high, he pulled his fingers out.

"Wh-" I looked at him with doe eyes, not understanding why he stopped.

"You're so needy." Chan chuckled. "Soon, baby."

Chan unbuckled his belt, his bulge even more obvious through his underwear, which he was quick to cast aside.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked so hot, his body toned and his member... quite impressive.

"Like what you see?"

I licked my lips and stood up a bit, pulling him above me and kissing him. His tip was now aligned with my entrance, and he groaned as he slowly started to push in.

It was painful enough to make me dug my nails in his back. Small tears formed in the corner of my eyes.

"Are you okay?" Chan asked. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Mhm. It does."

"Want me to stop?"

"No, baby, keep going." I replied, hearing him groan at the nickname.

He caressed my face with his thumbs as he continued to push in me, in an attempt to comfort me.

I whimpered as he worked his whole length inside.

"Shh, I know, baby." He comforted me again. "Just relax, it will feel better soon, I promise."

He picked up the pace, stretching my walls, and I could feel the pain being replaced with something different. A new kind of pleasure.

"You fit me so well, baby. You're so good." Chan praised me, moans escaping his lips.

Instead of hovering over me, he changed positions and stood on his knees, taking my legs and placing them on his shoulders, supporting my body weight as my bum was no longer touching the sheets.

Like this, he was reaching even deeper than before, touching a very sweet spot inside of me.

"Fuck, you're doing amazing. Right there, baby. Please keep it up." I praised him as well, watching as his face contorted with pleasure.

Just a few more thrusts made me reach a powerful climax and grab the sheets under me powerfully, moaning Chan's name over and over.

His movements were quick to become sloppy, and without warning, he pushed one last time inside before releasing himself in me.

His eyes became big, as he started to frantically apologise.

"Shit. Fuck. I wasn't supposed to... Fuck. I'm so sorry. I couldn't control it. Damn, this never happened before."

"That's okay... I'm on BC."

"On Bang Chan?" he joked and winked, making me slap his hand playfully. "Why are you on birth control though, if you aren't having any sex? Or weren't, I guess."

"Menstrual issues."

"I see." He nodded.

After losing my virginity, I suddenly felt the need to receive some after care and attention.

Fucking hormones, I thought, realising how dumb it was to expect Chan, essentially a cold-hearted mafia leader, to comfort me and make me feel loved.

And what a dumb word this was, love.

I looked down at my hands and an involuntary sigh left my lips.

As I tried to get up in an attempt to find my clothes and get the hell out of this room, my feet gave in, and I fell back down on the bed.

"Where are you going, hm?" Chan asked softly, his hand gripping my arm and pulling me next to him, his body engulfing me in a hug.

"I just thought-"

"Let's sleep for now and think tomorrow, okay?"

I allowed myself to relax in his arms and closed my eyes, falling asleep quickly.

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Chapter 2

#stray kids #straykids #stray kids smut #stray kids masterlist #stray kids mafia #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #bang chan #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #bang chan imagines #stray kids angst #skz #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz smut #skz imagines #changbin #lee know #hyunjin #han jisung #seungmin #felix #jeongin #san ateez #momo #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #wattpad

[faintedlcve]

GUYS GUYS GUYS!! I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS EMMA WATSON.

Context: so idk if anyone knows this but Emma Watson is doing a part time degree at Oxford and we had this matriculation thing and mine was at the same time as hers so she was in that hall and she sat next to people who were like so lucky?!? And people got to talk to her but I couldn't BC I couldn't find her but like OMG and as Effie Trinket said "May the odds be ever in your favour" (they were in mine 🤭)

#emma watson #i cant believe this #im absolutely shocked #some people got to sit next to her?! #and talk to her?!???? #why couldnt i 😭 #there were separate time slots for each ceremony as well!! #THE ODDS WERE IN MY FAVOUR

[starry-mist]

S5e18 thoughts:

Who. The. Hell. Is. Running. Security. In. This. Damn. Police. Station.

Karma is dressed to the nines, and I guarantee she had a date to get to.

Ah Robb Wells. I missed some of the Trailer Park Boys references the first time around, but there are definitely several.

Love the fourth wall break to the anti-Charah whiners.

Sarah asking if Rex could fit in the vents when this is at least the third time he’s crawled through vents...what even is continuity?

I live for Sarah just slowly losing it. Especially after Charlie does his self-sacrificing hostage exchange. Loving the angst. Drown me in it.

Joseph “I’ll put my foot in your ass” Donovan at your service, hot SWAT guy whose name I can't remember.

I forgot how much I enjoy this one. It actually would have made a better penultimate episode than the one they went with. Not that that tends to matter with this show.

Anyway, I am officially on track to finish this rewatch by February 20th. Already feeling the apprehension at moving from s5 to s6. May the odds be ever in our favour.

#hudson & rex #charah #charlie hudson x sarah truong

[harley-sunday]

Heist

Heist noun (c) - a crime in which valuable things are taken illegally and often violently from a place or person.

One last job. Nine of the most wanted criminals. Twelve months to prepare the perfect heist. What can go wrong?  The better question is - what can’t?

Fernando Alonso (the Mastermind) You are a sad, strange little man. And you have my pity.

Valtteri Bottas (the Partner in Crime) I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.

Lewis Hamilon (the Legendary Thief) May the odds be ever in your favour.

Pierre Gasly (the Conman) I’m not drinking a fuckin’ Merlot!

Charles Leclerc (the Distraction) I know who I am. I’m the dude playing a dude disguised as another dude!

Daniel Ricciardo (the Fixer) Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.

Carlos Sainz jr. (the Backer) Failure is not an option.

Max Verstappen (the Driver) Get in loser, we’re going shopping.

Yuki Tsunoda (the Burglar) I’m going to have to science the shit out of this.

#F1 #Welcome to the lastest project #where I don't ACTUALLY write a fic (because too much plot and not enough time) #but I do make the cover art #and write the summary #It's a thing #Anyway #Enjoy #The official tag for this would be: #F1 meets Kaleidoscope meets classic heist movie meets the greatest movie quotes of all time #Come yell at me in my ask box if this too confusing #It made sense in my head ok? #And if you want to write the actual fic #make sure to tag me ;)

[crystalcatgamer]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tag by @havenotwillnotreadthebooks, lo, Kefi!

How many works do you have on AO3?

122 🎵 I’ve orphaned and deleted a few along the years, though.

What fandoms do you write for?

Uhhhh. Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint (ORV), Boboiboy, Jujutsu Kaisen and more. Currently really, really fixated on One Piece though I haven’t written fic yet, but am cooking so much toxic doomed brothers food (Donquixote Bros)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Vis la goddamn DSMP phase always going to be my biggest mark in the world. Excluding discontinued fics and stuff I’m not happy with anymore for now…

Run, run (Here comes the boy) 1415 kudos

May the odds (Be ever in your favour) 1203 kudos

There are days where I don’t know the person in the mirror (And there are days I don’t care) 1161 kudos

Hold you in my hands like hot tea 1155 kudos

Knowing I’m safe cause you want me 1052 kudos (A sequel to fourth place!)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to every single comment I can, though sometimes I might miss some! I’ll catch them months later lmao. It’s always fun to chat with ppl about what’s in my fic

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back. This is an ORV fic, doomed Doksoo (beloved) and since it’s canon compliant… yeah. ‘Twas full of angst that came from love.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The deep blue of summer nights. This was a cute ORV fic born of me wanting to write Secretive Plotter’s birthday being celebrated by ABFD, SWK and Uriel! They’re my fav rare dynamic

Do you get hate on fics?

I think the closest I got was some discourse on my DSMP fic? To be expected, and it was cleared up soon enough!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I did like years ago lmao, tucked into the depths of the internet. Definitely not on main, for this is a family friendly account sir. It was fun in a way but also I hated writing it most of the time??? More of a reader than a writer I would say. As for what kind… while, I wrote what I liked ☆

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I HAVE THREE (3) CROSSOVERS AND THEY’RE BOTH WITH JUJUTSU KAISEN. Maybe I’m more insane over JJK then I thought I was. In my defence they’re easy to cross. Okay so basically my craziest one is this ORV X JJK one (Something blue, something new) in which I wrote the ship Kim Dokja x Gojo Satoru because I was commissioned to

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope and I hope I never do!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but as long as people ask first I’m always open to it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A FNAF fic I wrote with Kefi (the one who pinged me for this game): Many vegetables, one soup, and a work full of original poems with @thenamelesshaven: You are made of the sea and the stars (and one day you are going to find yourself again)

What’s your all time favourite ship?

[glances at my art gallery] Recently, LawLu from One Piece and… Sharron/Maric from Lord Of The Mysteries

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

We Shouldn’t Be This Kind Of Tired At Our Age! An ORV fic featuring Yoo Mia witnessing Yoo Joonghyuk’s changes with every turn!

What are your writing strengths?

Uhhhh. Being able to churn out stuff at the speed of light. And writing angst (lol)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually having a proper outline, ehe. It’s why I usually write one-shots.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Uhhhh I? Might do it some day? I’m just a bilingual guy who barely passed Chinese. It’s cool when other people who know what they’re writing about do it in their fics tho.

First fandom you wrote for?

Ehe. VIS LA BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA (MY HERO ACADEMIA) but the fic’s been orphaned to the void ✌🏻

Favourite fic you’ve written?

Woah. Tough question, scrambling for it… this one! when I look in his eyes, well, I just see the sky. It’s a Black Butler fic I wrote recently for Whumptober (2023), Elizabeth Midford centric! I love her a lot <3

#got a game for me #my family gets a personal tag #my writing #orv #fic