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st0nesnglitter · 2 months

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i’m on my knees PLEASE do reader realizing something non-sexual they do turns finnick on + him trying to deny it until he cracks 🤭🙏

Okay a little self-indulgent cause I’m an eyebrow scruncher (SUE ME I DARE YA)

this sucks

You were standing in the produce section of the grocery store, squinting your eyes to try and decipher Finnicks scrawly handwriting. As you see him come back with one liter of your milk you turn the list to him, looking up with a little line between your brows.

“Finn, what does it say here?” You ask, fingernail under the word.

But he seems lost for a couple of seconds, eyes big and glassy for just a beat, before shaking his head ever so slightly. He glances at the paper but quickly lifts his eyes back to your face.

“Um.. carrots” he mumbles.

You turn to go grab a bag of the vegetable but Finnick gets a hold of your wrist. His big hands take your face gently and kisses you, deeply. Way too passionate for a grocery run on a Wednesday. And when he pulls away he keeps his hands on your cheeks a little extra.

The incident leaves you wondering, but it isn’t until later you can connect the dots.

You were situated in your loveseat, wrapped in a blanket and a cup of tea forgotten beside you, reading your book. Finnick was in his opposite loveseat, eyes glancing over his book multiple times towards you. As you encountered a difficult sentence your eyebrows knitted together, re-reading it over and over.

You hear Finnick clear his throat, lifting your eyes to him with a tilt of your head.

“Something wrong, Finn?” You ask softly, placing down the book open in your lap as you reach over to draw shapes over his ankle.

“No, no.. just keep reading, sugar” he mumbles, golden cheeks tinged with pink.

So you do. But as you try to emerge into the writing you notice how Finnicks eyes doesn’t leave your face. So you close your book and sit up a little straighter.

“I can tell there’s something on your mind, Finn” you say, head tilted with a little crease between your brows.

He stares at you blankly for a moment, cheeks still flushed, before reaching up to scratch his neck.

“It’s just..” he starts “just when your brows scrunch together like that.. I-i don’t know”

You smile, very amused by his confession, and you place your hand back on his ankle.

“It turns you on?” You ask with a slight giggle, scrunching them together on purpose for him.

“Fuck off” Finnick scoffs, turning away from you with a slight pull on his pants.

“You can’t be serious!”

He looks at you with an annoyed little pout, dragging his finger over the back of your hand. You look down at his touch, then up at him again, eyes lingering on his groin. A not so subtle tent residing there.

“Really? Right now?” You ask him, shaking your head slightly, “you get that turned on?”

“Well shame on me for getting hard for my girlfriend!”

reqs are open

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d8nielaa · 1 month

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"How Soon Is Now?/Daughter Of Olympus" - Series Masterlist

xfem!reader/xteen!reader

Summary: A girl. Not just any girl. A girl handcrafted by the Greek gods themeselves. Every trait and feature, was a gift from the gods. She would always be at their service. No matter the cost. She was raised by them, she would forever be in their debt. Until, one day they had decided she was ready. Ready for her first quest. Except, she doesn't know what or who she's looking for. All she had was a crystal. One that would glow, whenever the gods were trying to communicate. Little did she know, she was in for quite the trip.

Characters/Faceclaims:

Alesie/Yn: Reader

Nikolas: Reeve Carney

Basilia: Eva Nobelzada

Adonis: Charlie Bushnell

Hermes: Lin Manuel Miranda

Demeter: Zoe Saldana

Persephone: Amandla Stenberg

Zeus: Oscar Issac

Apollo: Sam Clafin

Aphrodite: Halle Bailey

Artemis: Sadie Sink

Posiden: Logan Lerman

Nyx: Dove Cameron

Athena: Danai Gurira

Ares: Adam Copeland

Dionysus: Jason Mantzoukas

Hypnos: Tom Sturridge

Hepheustaus: Lewis Pullman

Hestia: Rachel Zegler

Hades: Jay Duplass

Hera: Emily Rudd

Playlist (songs may vary/lots of Hadestown songs lowkey)

1- All I Wanted - Paramore

2- Not Strong Enough - boygenuis

3- No Church In The Wild - JAY-Z

4-labour - Paris Paloma

5-Wait For Me - Cast Of Hadestown

6- The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

7-The Old Therebefore - Rachel Zegler

8- Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

9-Outro - M83

10-Sign of the Times - Harry Styles

11- Hayloft ll - Mother Mother

12- Sarah - Alex G

13- O Children - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

14- Gilded Lily - Cults

15- How Soon Is Now? - The Smiths

16- Any Way The Wind Blows - Cast Of Hadestown

17- Chant (Reprise) - Cast Of Hadestown

18- Flowers - Eva Nobelzada/Cast Of Hadestown

Prologue: The quest begins... https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/745538006624157696/how-soon-is-now-daughter-of-olympus-prologe?source=share

Chapter 1: Any Way The Wind Blows https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/747253648467345408/how-soon-is-nowdaughter-of-olympus?source=share

Chapter 2: tba

Chapter 3: tba

Chapter 4: tba

authors note: Hey guys! I hope you like this series that i've come up with. its kinda like a mix of percy jackson, hadestown and my imagination. this is an idea that i've had on my mind for a while and that i just had to get out there. enjoy!!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

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astranva · 2 years

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SAM CLAFIN YESS LETS GOOO

love him maybe if i had imagined him i would’ve liked it better 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

10/10 good for imagination.

whenever i’m reading any book, i always have these 3 men in mind for casting:

- jamie dornan

- sam claflin

- chace crawford

they just never disappoint

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scripts4dreamers · 4 years

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Not Your Hero. Chapter 3

Prologue, Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter four, Chapter five

AN: Y/N finds out that this second trip to the capitol may leave her with as many scars as the first but, is anything really different? It feels that way.

Characters: Finnick Odair, Coriolanus Snow, Mags Flanagan

Pairings: Finnick x reader

Spoiler(s): None

Warning(s): Mentions of blood, death, murder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, psychological manipulation, intimidation, alcohol abuse and some unhealthy coping mechanisms

Prompt/Inspiration: Pretender (acoustic) - AJR and Miss Americanah and The Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift

(Note: the song Y/N is hearing is A Very Good Year from Robbie Williams’ Swing When You’re Winning album)

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Your knuckles were white where you clenched the balcony’s railing, whether from anger or shock you couldn’t yet tell. The night air was cold and refreshing against your skin but, as usual, you wished the city wasn’t always so...loud. Even now, at nearly three in the morning, the din hadn’t subsided and the sound of trains, cars, music and chatter seeped into your pours like a toxin. You took a swig from the tumbler of whiskey beside you, wincing as it burned its way down your throat like fire. You hadn’t gotten used to the taste yet but you’d been working your way through the bottle for the better part of the night and by now it was more than half gone. You’d run out of ice hours ago, not that that was going to stop you. You weren’t doing it for the flavor, you were doing it because you didn’t know what else to do. Your mind was whirling, so you drank, plain and simple.

It made sense now, you supposed, all the secrecy, the dread that had been following you for weeks, the thinly veiled looks of sympathy and concern on your friends’ faces, all of it. You took a deep breath in, trying to muster up some sort of emotion and finding none. It made sense, it was reasonable, you understood, but you should be angry, right? No one warned you. They all knew, but they said nothing, wasn’t that wrong? Shouldn’t you be angry about that? Shouldn’t you be scared? Disgusted? Heartbroken? Shouldn’t you feel something right now? Slowly, you exhaled an exhausted sigh, taking another sip from your tumbler. Well, you reasoned, you guessed not.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe when the shock wore off and the alcohol had faded and the world came back into focus, maybe then you’d feel it. In the background an old Robbie Williams record crooned on about a very good year and suddenly the sound of violins rose up through the floorboards and drowned out the noise of the city. You closed your eyes and soaked it in like a dream. For a moment, the first in a long, long time, everything was good. You were full and clean and healthy, the alcohol made you feel light and unburdened and strong and, just for that moment, it was a beautiful night. Just for a second, it was a beautiful night and nothing could touch you except the wind. Tomorrow, you promised yourself, tomorrow you would deal with Snow’s ultimatum and everything that came with it. Tomorrow you would be afraid but tonight was your night; tonight you were well and truly a Victor.

His footsteps gave him away, even though you knew he could be silent as a cat when he wanted, but you didn’t turn, holding onto your fragile perfect moment. Finnick’s profile appeared in your peripheral vision, sharp and striking against the city skyline and, without saying anything, you slid him the bottle. He took a swing of the whiskey, barely flinching, and passed it back.

“So I guess you probably hate me now,” he finally said, trying to hide the quiver in his voice, “not that I blame you, of course.”

You smiled to yourself, still facing out over the city and glancing at Finnick out of the corner of your eye. Someone had prettied him up of course, same as you but, no matter what they did, there wasn’t a stylist or prep team alive who could take more than partial credit for Finnick Odair. His skin, the way light caught on his auburn hair, the cut of his jaw, those piercing eyes; they were almost comically perfect, like someone had dreamt him into being. Sometimes stylists interfered more than they needed to and it became too much but, you noticed without meaning to, tonight they’d got it right. He was in a simple black suit, with a stiff collared white button-up, which he’d unbuttoned slightly and a bowtie, which he’d obviously undone at some point during the night. Overall, the effect was casual and debonair and let Finnick’s natural beauty take center stage. In short, he looked good, really good, so good that it made you slightly breathless. But right then, more than anything else, he looked uncomfortable, shifting his weight from foot to foot and tensing his jaw as he stared determinedly forward. You knew that look. He was bracing for the impact, waiting for the rejection he was sure was coming.

“No,” you answered, “I don’t hate you, Finnick. I understand why you did what you did.”

Even from your periphery, you saw his double take and you smiled to yourself again, meeting his eye for the first time since his arrival. Your smile seemed to confuse Finnick even more and the look on his face was so sweet and endearing that it made your heart pinch.

There was a brief pause where you just looked at one another, sizing each other up like strangers, before Finnick managed to ask, “Why not?”

The alcohol in your blood thrummed and pulsed, keeping you happy and light and you shrugged, taking another sip from your tumbler, “What would telling me have done, really?” you answered, “I already knew something bad was coming, I just didn’t have the specifics figured out, that’s all.” You continued, turning back to the city, “And, even if you did tell me, we couldn’t have done anything about it. If Snow wants me to be his personal whore, there’s nothing anyone can do to stop him. He could have blown my head off in that office and no one could have done a damn thing about it. Compared to that, I’d say I got off easy.” you finished, smiling ruefully.

Finnick nodded, “I did want to.” he said, “Tell you, I mean. That first night in your room, I really considered it.”

“But?”

“But I wanted you to have a few more days.” he admitted, “Once you know-” he shrugged, “well, you don’t really forget a thing like that, do you?”

“No, I don’t imagine you do,” you laughed, earning a tired smile from Finnick.

You lapsed into comfortable silence, ruminating on the night together, as you had done on many nights over the last few days. After that first night, when you realised the depth of your affection for one another, you and Finnick had fallen into a sort of unspoken routine. During the day you socialised and mingled, you smiled and joked with the others and kept your distance but every evening, as night fell, you would inevitably find yourselves drawn back together, back to the safety and comfort of your room. Once, you’d simply stayed up through the night talking, swapping stories from home and fears for the future but, more often, one of you would succumb to sleep and be tucked in by the other, who would then sleep in the comfortable armchair. Usually the nightmares would draw you out of sleep at some point but, when they did, Finnick was there and maybe that made it easier, maybe you weren’t so afraid of sleep anymore, so long as he was with you. And maybe it helped him too, maybe that’s why he kept coming back.

You looked over at him again, turning your body so you could study his profile intently. He looked sad, you noticed, so sad that it hurt to look at him and you wanted to reach out, close that distance between your bodies and touch. That was one thing you never did. Not after that first day. Whether it was because you were both victors and physical contact was something of a trigger, or it was some sort of instinctual sense of self-preservation, clinging to that separation like a safety net while you bared your souls didn’t really matter. The fact remained. The only time you and Finnick ever touched one another was in the moments just after a nightmare, when the panic was fresh in your blood and you needed an anchor to bring you back into the present. Only then, under the cover of complete darkness, would either one of you reach out to the other for comfort and, even then, he would only rest his hand on the small of your back for a moment, for as long as it took for your breathing to even out. As soon as that happened, Finnick would pull back and reinstate the distance, as though your skin might burn him even through your clothes. Just another unspoken rule, another limit, something you were more than happy to stick to if it meant keeping Finnick around.

But tonight, with the alcohol and the music and the lights, it felt different. Tonight you wanted to close that distance, to feel if his skin was as smooth as it looked, or if his hands were as rough as you remembered. You wanted to touch him, to see if it felt as electric and thrilling and dangerous when the lights were on as it did in those few stolen moments in the darkness. More than that, you wanted him to let you, and to touch you back.

You shook your head to clear it, your heart pounding in your chest as you realised how far your thoughts had strayed. It wasn’t your place, you reminded yourself sternly, Finnick was your friend. He trusted you. You watched him take another swig from the whiskey bottle, long and deep this time, and tried not to focus too hard on his lips.

“You done staring yet, kid?” he asked with a hint of fondness, shooting you a look that made you blush and look away.

“I told you not to call me kid,” you said, settling in to the old, comfortable argument.

“But you are a kid,” Finnick smiled.

“I’m two years younger than you,” you protested for the millionth time, “if I’m a kid, you’re a kid too.”

He shrugged, “True enough, but I’m still less of a kid than you, kid.”

“Yeah well, I’m less of an ass than you.” you shot back without any real malice.

Finnick chuckled; a soft, rolling sound that always sent a shiver down your spine, “That’s also true enough.” he answered quietly.

You let the silence stretch on for a second but, now that you’d started talking, it was like you couldn’t stop and words just kept bubbling up in your chest, fighting to slip out into the cool night air.

“I was just thinking,” you finally said, taking a half a step closer, one hand still on the railing.

“About?”

“Your nightmares,” you answered honestly, “this is what they’re about, isn’t it? It’s not the arena, it’s Snow and his...customers.”

Finnick sighed, looked back at you and then down at the whiskey, “This stuff is disgusting.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment but you shrugged, “It’s all I could steal on my way out of Snow’s office, and I didn’t want to go back down to the party after that.”

Finnick nodded like he understood and pushed himself up off the railing, “Wait here.” he commanded as he vanished back into the mansion.

You wanted to shoot back something clever and snarky about how he wasn’t the boss of you, but your heart wasn’t in it. Instead you took a seat at one of the two sun loungers someone had forgotten to remove and listened to Finnick’s footsteps as he took the stairs two at a time and disappeared back down into the thrum of the party. As soon as you couldn’t hear him anymore, you pressed your hand to your chest and swore loudly when you saw that it was shaking.

“Get it together, Y/N,” you whispered, resting your forehead in your palms, “it’s Finnick. It’s just Finnick.”

Up until tonight you thought you’d had your feelings under control. They were confusing and inconvenient and messy and wonderful but they’d never been dangerous, they’d never been so strong that it felt like they were pulsing just under your skin, itching to get out. It was scary but, a small voice in your head whispered, it was also sort of thrilling. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear Finnick return with three bottles of champagne.

“Sorry I was gone so long,” he said without meeting your eye, “had to sneak into the kitchen to get these. I figured, since it’s technically your party, they wouldn’t mind.”

You forced a smile, taking a bottle without brushing his fingers, “They aren’t missing me?”

“If they have any brains at all they’re missing you terribly,” Finnick smiled, taking a seat on the edge of the lounger you were on and getting to work opening the bottle he was holding, “but between you disappearing into Snow’s office and 98% of them being roaringly drunk, I don’t think they’ve noticed; no.” He finished, “Ah, there we go.”

As he said that, he managed to pop the cork and bubbles spilled over the neck and onto the lounger. You laughed and leaned forward, grabbing the bottle and sucking up the sweet bubbles without thinking. Finnick laughed, shaking his hand dry as you drank. The champagne made your head feel light and airy, but it was undoubtedly better than whiskey and it was only once the bubbles had subsided that you passed the bottle back to Finnick.

“Not bad, Y/N/N,” he smiled, “not bad at all.”

“For a kid, you mean,” you teased.

“Of course,” he assured, “for a kid.”

You shrugged, “Spillage is sippage, Haymitch taught me that.”

“Terrible influence, that one,” Finnick smiled, taking a swig from the open bottle, “I love him.”

“Me too.”

Finnick sighed, steeling himself for something unpleasant, and passed you the bottle. You drank, but kept your eyes on him, not pushing, just waiting. Eventually he turned to face you and pulled his leg up onto the lounger, so his knee was brushing yours. It was unintentional, you reasoned, but that didn’t stop your heart from leaping into your throat like a rabbit and staying there as you held his gaze, passing the bottle back. As you did, you shivered and Finnick’s brow creased with concern.

“Shit, Y/N/N, you’re cold,” he said, pulling his jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders before you could do much more than mumble that you were fine.

“Thanks,” you blushed, pulling the blazer tighter around yourself.

He nodded and looked down at the bottle in his hands, tensing his jaw thoughtfully. In one fluid motion he raised it to his lips and he drank deep.

“It’s both,” Finnick finally said, “the arena and Snow, in my nightmares.” he explained when you looked up at him questioningly, “Sometimes one, sometimes the other, but usually both.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Finnick smiled ruefully, examining the bottle in his hand, “fuck Y/N/N,” he swore, looking up suddenly and meeting your eye, “I’m so sorry. I never-I wish I could-”

His intensity shocked you but, as he looked down again he looked so defeated that your heart ached and he suddenly seemed fragile. Without giving yourself a moment to doubt or second guess, you leaned forward and touched his forearms gently. He flinched, but didn’t pull away, meeting your gaze head on, a question flickering at the edge of his piercingly green eyes. Whatever he saw in your eyes must have been enough because you felt his muscles relax under your palms.

“I’m sorry, Fin. I can’t even imagine how hard these last four years have been for you.” you said gently.

Finnick flushed and, when he did, he looked young, “They couldn’t really touch me for the first two years,” he explained, “they had to wait until I was of age.”

You shook your head and tightened your grip slightly, “That doesn’t make it better, Fin. I’m so sorry.”

He nodded, looking at you with some unidentifiable emotion, “Thanks, Y/N.”

You shivered. Something about hearing Finnick say your name, your full name, always made you feel vulnerable and exposed. Maybe it was because, when he said it, you knew he was seeing you, like really seeing you. Maybe it was because you liked that. Maybe you just liked the way he made it sound.

You knew you should pull your hands back, end the moment, go back to joking and laughing with one another but you didn’t. It felt too good and you were just drunk enough to be selfish about it. There was a sincerity, you realised, to the way Finnick was looking at you right now, like you were something precious to him, something valuable. It felt heavy and meaningful and...warm. But there was also a sadness there, a longing for something, like he wanted to talk but couldn’t, a fear. Fear of what you weren’t sure; rejection? Hurt? Cruelty? You were sure he’d never looked at you like that before.

Or maybe he has, a voice in the back of your head whispered, maybe you just couldn’t see his face in all that darkness.

You opened your mouth to talk but paused just before the words left your lips. Instead you just moved your hands down Finnick’s forearms, until your fingers brushed over his palms and you were gripping his hands. Some small part of your brain noted that they felt exactly how you remembered them, but it was quickly silenced by the rush of electricity that shot through your fingertips the moment your skin touched his. You heard his voice catch and looked up just in time to see the flash of fear that ran through Finnick’s eyes.

“Was there another reason,” you asked quietly, your heart pounding in your ears, “that you didn’t want to tell me about Snow?”

Finnick looked down at your hands, swallowing hard and squeezing your hand tight, as though he was afraid it might slip away.

“Finnick,” you pressed gently, “talk to me.”

If Finnick saying your name had had an effect on you, hearing you say his shook him to the core.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that,” he said quickly, avoiding your eyes.

“Like what?”

“Like a capitol plaything,” he answered, his mouth curling like the words tasted bitter, “like Snow’s puppet.”

You frowned, “Fin, I’d never-I don’t see you that way. That’s not what you are!” you insisted. Finnick gave you a disbelieving look and you felt that rush of protective fire in the pit of your stomach again.

There were so many things you wanted to say at once that you couldn’t decide, so you did the only thing you could think to do to get your point across; you leant forward and kissed him. For a horrible second Finnick just froze and you were convinced that you’d made a terrible mistake but then, like a switch had flipped in his head, he melted into your arms and pulled you tight against his body. You sighed into the kiss, revelling in it like sunlight because kissing Finnick...wow. Kissing Finnick felt like injecting liquid light directly into your veins; it felt like looking out over the ocean right before a storm. It drowned out everything else; every car, every train, every bit of ambient noise that could distract from the man in your arms faded into nothing and you lost yourself. If it wasn’t for Finnick’s steadiness, his surety, you were sure you would have simply burned up and ceased to exist. It was too much and not nearly enough. It was electric and passionate and gentle and good and and and…And it was over too soon.

You broke apart, breathing heavily, with your foreheads resting against each other. Finnick opened his mouth to speak but, before he could say something self deprecating and untrue, you pressed your fingers to his lips and met his gaze head on.

“Finnick Odair, you are the bravest, funniest, kindest and most infuriating person I’ve ever met.” you started, “You are not a plaything, or a puppet. You’re doing what you have to do to keep the people you care about safe. That’s all any of us can do, that’s what it means to be a victor and-and now it’s my fight too. We’re in this together, okay?”

Finnick nodded, the hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth, “Okay.”

You went to move away but Finnick kept you close, his eyes glinting with steely determination.

“Fin?”

“I won’t let him hurt you, Y/N,” he swore, “not like he hurt me. I won’t, I’ll-”

“Shhh,” you interrupted, “don’t-don’t promise me that. Just promise you’ll be there for me when he does, okay?” you asked, feeling, for the first time, the prickly hand of dread on your back, “Promise I won’t be alone?”

Finnick looked sad but he cupped your cheek and nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, soft as a petal.

“Y/N?” he asked.

“Mhmm?”

“It’s nearly the end of the party, before we go, will you dance with me?”

You looked up, shocked by the depth of emotion you felt in Finnick’s eyes. He reached out his and you took it, letting him pull you up and guide you back inside. You were halfway down the staircase before you realised you were still wearing his jacket but, when you tried to give it back, he just shook his head. Something was bubbling in the pit of your stomach now, like the champagne from earlier, a blend of anxiety and anticipation all swirling together and making you alert. Every step brought you closer and closer, made the music louder and louder, made your heart beat faster and faster. And, all the while Finnick stood right beside you, steady as ever. From the base of the staircase you could see it all, the corridor across from where you were that led to the president’s quarters, the gardens behind that and the grand mahogany stairs standing between you and the dancefloor.

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Finnick stopped on the last stair, taking a moment for himself, just one; to remember you in exactly the way you were in that moment, windswept and free and totally his, with smudged lipstick and his blazer around your shoulders, holding his hand like he was some sort of lifeline. It was surreal, everything he’d been dreaming of since the moment he’d seen you all those days ago. Could it really have only been nine days? He hardly felt like the same person now that he was then. There was so much he wanted to tell you, so much you needed to talk about and workout before this could be anything real but, god he wanted it to be. He wanted to take you home with him right then and press a thousand kisses to your cheeks, your lips, your neck, your collarbones. He wanted to touch and hold and protect and claim. He wanted you to be his, like this forever. Something stirred in his chest, strong and undeniable, like a tidal wave poised to crash onto the shore. There would be time, he promised himself, lots of time but for now, he just had to get you through tonight.

You were still clutching his hand, worrying at the inside of your cheek as you looked out across the seas of brightly coloured people drunkenly swaying around the dancefloor.

He kissed you then, because he couldn’t not, and the look in your eyes when he pulled away was sweet enough to sustain him through the next three years at least.

“By the way, you look beautiful tonight, Y/N,” he whispered, “I don’t think I mentioned that earlier. I should have.”

You blushed and something near his heart pinched, “You look beautiful too, Fin.”

“Yeah but that’s a given,” he teased, slipping his jacket from your shoulders and wishing, more than anything that he could just walk out there with his hand in yours and his head held high, “you’re the unknown entity, kid.”

You laughed and took the elbow he was offering, and he breathed an internal sigh of relief as the tension leached out of your body, “Remind me to never compliment you again.” you smiled.

“It was a horrible decision on your part, I can feel my ego swelling as we walk.”

You laughed as he led you to the top of the second staircase. Heads were turning in your direction rapidly now and, not for the first time in his life, Finnick wished for anonymity. He wished he was just another man, staring up at you in wonder, hoping to catch the attention of a pretty girl at a party.

As if you could sense the shift in his mood, you leant up and whispered in his ear, “Also don’t think you can call me ‘kid’ anymore, since you had your tongue in my mouth like five minutes ago.”

It took every ounce of poise Finnick had to not just break down and ruin the whole act right there but he managed. Just.

“Remind me why I want to dance with you again?” He said softly as you reached the dancefloor, placing your right hand on his shoulder and lifting your left in his.

You shrugged and followed his lead, “You guess is as good as mine.”

As you looked up, Finnick felt his breath catch in his throat. You were so close. Close enough that he could see each of your eyelashes, and smell the sweet, fruity perfume that you sprayed in your hair every day and your lips, god your lips. He would never be able to look at them again, not without wanting to kiss you until they bruise. What would happen if he did? Surely whatever happened would be worth it for one more taste of that heavenly adrenaline.

“Fin,” you whispered, snapping him out of his daydreams, “Why did you want to dance with me?”

“Because you’re beautiful,” he answered honestly, “and because, it’s your night and-” he smiled sadly, “and because I’ve always hated this place and now, no matter what happens, I can say I slow-danced with someone I cared about, in a beautiful house, surrounded by beautiful people, none of whom could hold a candle to her, and enjoyed it before I died.”

“One good memory here,” you agreed.

“Yeah, one good memory, to help cancel out all the bad.”

And Y/N Y/LN, he thought to himself, you’re the best memory I’ve got.

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angelguk · 3 years

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a love rosie au 🥴☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼

honestly one of my favourite movies ever i cherish that besties to lovers story + turmoil and pining!!! a lot because woah lily collins and sam clafin r very good actors... now writing a love rosie au... hmmm i would love too but i really do not think i have the brain power for that! but for dicussions sake imagine the swimming pool scene with jk and oc...

#i think i've watched that movie almost 10 times now #and i still adore it #ask #anon

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twopoppies · 3 years

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Has there been any speculation as to who the other role in mp is going to be? And if it could be anyone who would you want?

There’s been chatter. We know that Jonathan Groff auditioned. There were rumors about Sam Clafin (which I would not have been opposed to), but he denied it and is apparently set to film something else. The latest rumor seems to be Tom Payne. He was on The Walking Dead with long hair and a beard, but I imagine he’s more likely to look like this in My Policeman of he is, indeed, Patrick.

#my policeman #tom payne

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breaniebree · 3 years

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I love chapter 261 very intriguing and interesting. Neville and Hannah relationship is being well developed and written and I love Neville and Luna chemistry and friendship, Percy and Audrey it's very beautiful and hot just like Bleur. I can't wait for more. And I'm sorry I'm an little lost who Natalie? I'm not remembering right now. How you Pic Higgins, Robbarts, Ted and Andromeda?

Hi nuninho2000!

Thank you! I’m enjoying writing Neville and Hannah’s blooming relationship. Natalie Atwell is just an Auror that Tonks works with. She’s been on a few cases with her. I don't really have anyone in mind for Higgins or Robards, but for Ted and Andromeda, I’ve always liked Lily Collins (but imagine her in her 40s) and Sam Clafin for Ted, but again in his mid 40s). Age them both a bit haha.

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tawaifeddiediaz · 4 years

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okay but imagine Eddie and Buck as highschool sweethearts

Ooh thanks for the ask! I’m not sure if you’re asking if I’d write it but here are my thoughts:

I would die, for one.

I LOVE the idea of Buck and Eddie’s relationship going through the years, because they’re SO endgame. The idea of them being each other’s first so many things?

I also love the idea of Buck and Eddie at least knowing each other in high school, and Eddie becoming a teen dad and all that sksksjsk. I can’t bear Christopher being separated from their beautiful relationship.

I ALSO love the idea of Buck finding out about Eddie having a kid super young and stepping in to help immediately until they find Carla (can you tell I love the OG characters)

Back to your original ask xD I’m actually in the middle of writing a Love, Rosie AU. I don’t know if you’ve watched the movie (I haven’t read the book yet!) starring Lily Collins and Sam Clafin but it made me sob. It basically documents the journey of two childhood best friends over a period of 12-13 years who keep missing each other (🥺🥺🥺 it’s gonna be ANGSTY).

And I’m like 5 chapters in, but I won’t post it until I have it all written because I don’t trust myself jsksjsj. I haven’t touched that document in like...3 weeks.

So yes! Partial High School AU there! Not quite sweethearts but I would 37292639% write one!

Anyway, thank you for the ask!

My inbox is always open to discuss 911 and Buddie and all that! [I usually only write Buddie because I’m trash for them but I promise I LOVE the rest of the firefam too!]

#zee answers #🥰❤️#buddie #911 fox #911fox #911 on fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #high school AU

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faerie-apples · 6 years

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Voice Claim - Mandalina and Ferdillaix

I’m sure Gwen is sick of me saying it, but I imagine Manda’s voice to be very similar to Lily James. Manda is also just as expressive as she is as well.

And I had to think about Ferdi’s, but I came to the conclusion that it’s something like Sam Clafin’s.

Tagged By: @aethersmoke-and-ash

#tag memes!

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trashmouth-writing · 6 years

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HI and welcome to my trash blog!!

I'm starting this thing so I can post my trash writing here so yeah, hope you enjoy it.

I write for:

Character x reader

Tom Holland

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Harrison Osterfield

Harry Holland

Sam Holland

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Tony Stark/Iron Man

Pietro/Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver

Nicholas Hoult

Scott Summers

Alex Summers

Finn Wolfhard

Mike Wheeler

Joe Keery

Steve Harrington

Mom!Steve Harrington

Noah Schnapp

Wyatt Oleff

Stanley Uris

Richie Tozier

Jaeden Lieberher

Bill Denbrough

Chosen Jacobs

Jack Dylan Grazer

Eddie Kaspbrak

Bill Skarsgård (NOT pennywise)

Daveed Diggs

Anthony Ramos

Sam Clafin

Ships (character x character)

Mileven

Reddie

Stozier

Streddie

Stenbrough

Jancy

Hamliza

I'm sure I missed some but I'll just add them later.

Feel free to request headcanons, one shots/imagines and ships as well :)

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astranva · 2 years

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sam clafin!!! imagine chris being irked by the accent and dimples AAAAGHHH sam is the man

i seriously think so too but since it’s between miles and michael b jordan now, i’ll probably have pe!reader have said that sam claflin was her celebrity crush at some point so we’ll irk chris with it 🫶

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drcisko · 4 years

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Jennifer Kent - The Nightingale (2019) Looking for a light watch to help while away the quarantine days? Then don't watch this. Jennifer Kent's The Nightingale is one of the hardest to watch films to come out in the last few years, it is also one of the most rewarding watches you can have. Just be aware that this merits all the trigger warnings possible to imagine. What on it's surface seems to be a film firmly in the genre of "rape revenge" evolves into being so much more than that. Kent comes from genre film, her previous being the also surprisingly deep The Babadook, and here she intertwines identities and forms of oppression in ways that make this film as much about misogyny as about colonialism, racism, power relations and human cruelty of which said misogyny is only one of its facets. With a really great cast, particularly in the two stars Aisling Franciosi and Baykali Ganambarr as unlikely allies and Sam Clafin as a truly despicable villain, the film ends up being more than its parts. Beautiful cinematography and writing, the way in which it explores the damage that colonization of lands, minds and both native and women's bodies does to people is truly astounding. The simple way in which the two main characters realize that there are more things that unite them by being victims of colonization than separate them being respectively an Irish woman and an Aboriginal Tasmanian man is truly touching. Such a hard, beautiful, touching, infuriating and sad film. (5/5) #cinema #cinephile #Jenniferkent #thenightingale #tasmania #australiancinema #movie #moviereview #film #filmreviews #filmposter #movieposter #poster #australia #AislingFranciosi #BaykaliGanambarr (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-bJezQlyuZ/?igshid=1gcjmeztu4o52

#cinema #cinephile #jenniferkent #thenightingale #tasmania #australiancinema #movie #moviereview #film #filmreviews #filmposter #movieposter #poster #australia #aislingfranciosi #baykaliganambarr

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mermaidsirennikita · 4 years

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Sam Clafin as Billy Dunne. What's your opinion ? Who'd be your perfect Camilla ? Or cast in general ? Sorry this is a bit out of nowhere but your book rec got me to read it and when i saw the announcement i immediatly wanted to know what you'd think :)

Oh, thank you! I’m so glad you read it. :)

This casting is much better than the Daisy casting for me, because I don’t have a super strong impression of Sam but I also am not... unimpressed with him? He fits the vibe of Billy to me; I can see him growing out a beard and vibing that 70s look. I also did really like him in Love, Rosie. My friends made me watch the latest season of Peaky Blinders and I was impressed by how well he portrayed such a villainous role, too.

I had a really strong idea of what I wanted for Daisy, but not so much for Billy. So I’m happy with this.

I did imagine the characters as a good bit younger, so that’s odd, but otherwise I like this casting.

#Anonymous

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nviles · 7 years

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julia I'm too lazy to write them all out so I'm just going to say the first five and sleeping beauty :)) ily wifer 💕

wow L A Z Y. same though love you too wifer haha

cinderella- um. i cant choose??!! can i marry everyone haha. theres NEWT 1 & NEWT 2 aka eddie redmayne and thomas brodie-sangster. sam clafin, alfred enoch…etc. oh and matthew gray gubler cause spencer reid. im so in love w him you hav no idea

snow white- im an average singer??!! like im pretty sure i dont sound like a screeching cat but im not gonna be posting videos of me singing on youtube anytime soon. i suppose i like singing??!! i mean i would never consider being a singer but like when a song i like plays, i’ll sing along. but youLL NVR HEAR ME SING CUZ I PROBABLY DO SOUND LIKE A SCREECHING CAT

beauty and the beast- my bed. i could vent abt all my worries when im in bed and we could talk till i fall asleep. i wouldnt even need to set an alarm, my bed could wake me up haha. can you imagine how great it would be to hav a talking bed though??!! they could be like the shoulder i cry on when im sad and alone. now i need a talking bed in my life

the little mermaid- i got an older brother!!! we’re not v close tbh but oh well, family sucks sometimes. but i still love the dude. even if he’s an ass sometimes.

mulan- yes i would. sure family sucks but they’re my family and ik they just mean the best and i still love them a lot.

sleeping beauty- not really tbh??!! i think everyone can find someone to be w forever but that doesn’t necessarily mean it will happen. there’s nothing wrong to nvr fall in love and get married. some ppl dont need soulmates and thats fine!!! ignore ppl who tell you that you need a soulmate because nvr falling in love w someone and getting married or dating is perfectly ok. i like to think we hav platonic soulmates though. ppl who you’re the bestest of friends w and you’ll be friends w forever and ever. but theres always times in your life where you start over and befriend new ppl and stimes you hav to let go of the old ones. maybe we don’t hav platonic soulmates. maybe soulmates is just this little thing that we hope for. but i’d much rather hav platonic soulmates be a thing than romantic soulmates. i wrote a freakin paragraph abt soulmates instead of doing my hw im so productive

#i got mail

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crimsonrevolt · 7 years

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Congratulations Brooke you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Lucius Malfoy!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

From your sample answers on into the para sample -- we got such a strong feeling of Lucius’ voice. It was truly remarkable to see him put to life, and to see you being so unafraid to explore the aspects of his personality that make him a good villain (but also to see you balance that with how family and the war might change him.) We think it’s a truly fascinating road to go on, and we’re so excited to see you explore how the war and the fear that comes with it changes Lucius!

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Hello, my name is Brooke. I am a 26 year old female who goes by the pronouns she/her. My time zone is US EST.

ACTIVITY

I am a teacher who has just ended the school year so my time is pretty open right now. To be fair I will say 5, but often it will be closer to 7/8 on the days I am sick of lesson planning for the next year.

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

I searched hp rp in the tags and when browsing around, found yours

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I’ve always loved Luna. I’ve never been popular and just had a close knit group of friends. She is an oddball but doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. I’ve always admired that and wished for her courage.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing to add.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Lucius Nicholas Malfoy

Lucius-“Light”

Nicholas- “victory of the people”

Malfoy- derived from the French mal foi or mal foy, meaning bad faith or unfaithful (from HP Wiki)

I added the middle name Nicholas because it suited the ideas of the purebloods and the role Lucius played for the death eaters. He was a key part of Voldemort’s team as both a soldier and a spy within the Ministry. He attempted to bring on the harsh light of Voldemort and create a victory for the pure blooded people of the Wizarding world.

FACE CLAIM

Lucius is listed as Sam Clafin and I am fine with keeping it that way.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Rarely do I see Lucius Malfoy free on these First Wizarding War RPs. Lucius is an interesting character. Ignorant, racist, smug and all the things we love to hate in a character is summed up in his being. Still, later, there are subtle developments that begin to happen to his character. No longer does he rely on brute strength and violence, but fear. For his family, for his cause, for his life? We don’t know. Something we don’t normally consider for a villain is the draw of love and/or fear.

I am interested in playing Lucius because I want to discover when the shift happened. Did it begin before his inevitable son’s birth or was it sudden and sharp as his son drew his first breath?

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Lucius is extremely straight. Through his rigid upbringing there is no chance of being anything other than what is “proper” and “right” for a young man of his standing in society. He has never though anything other than marrying a woman one day to further his legacy. To go by anything other than male pronouns is absurd to him.

Love is nothing to him. Sex is for his pleasure and the siring of legitimate children.

Though he marries Narcissa, I like to think of him as having feelings for Andromeda. This is why her inevitable marriage disgusts him so and why he forbids Narcissa from ever speaking to her again.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

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IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

The following section should be looked at like a survey for your character. Answer them in character and feel free to use gifs. Or, if you’d rather, answer them in third person or OOC without gifs. Answers do not have to be extremely lengthy.

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

Were I to create a spell? Well, it goes without saying what sort I might create. It would a one that easily locates those filthy mud-bloods. It is so easy to lie, as their sort do, about their heritage and claim some sort of false allegiance with those of a higher blood. It would cause those with that disgusting taint to their blood to experience great pain and leak that wretched liquid from their very pores.

With a simple flick of one’s wand and a causal utterance of “sordida sanguine” the effects of the spell would take place. Of course, one might want to have the cleaning spell handy for it would cause a bit of a nasty mess.

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

I cannot imagine why I would have the need to enter that forest. There are all sorts of mongrels out there that I have no interest in. However, would that I find myself in the utmost need to enter the Forbidden Forest, I would take with me the Hand of Glory. Now, normally it is a tool to be used by only the lowest scum of society, however, Seeing that its’ light would shine only for me it would be useful. None of those awful creatures would spy me on the darkest night and whomever I am stalking would not be able to spy my approach until my wand was at his very throat.

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

None. I am very forthcoming with my decisions. They are done at my will and at the will of those I respect. I would not hesitate to act on a decision I thought was right and would serve my causes.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

That I am not a pureblood. Could you imagine the very thought of it?? I a Malfoy and a member of one of the oldest and most pure Houses of the Wizarding world. To even think it would be a sin! I do not associate with those of lesser or tainted blood, so I cannot imagine why someone would think, write, or say it.

WRITING SAMPLE

Lucius glanced up from his writing with daggers in his eyes. The knock at his office door was extremely annoying in its’ persistence. For several minutes now the knocking had continued and Lucius had continued ignoring it. Outside his window, the sun had begun to set in the sky, filling it with shades of red and orange. The ruddy light had begun to fill his office and soon it would be necessary for the candles to be lit by the House Elves. In fact, he mused to himself, the were lucky past due for lighting.

He paused his quill then, and reached for a space piece of parchment. “Reminder: Kick that bloody House Elf and remind to light candle before my office grows dim.” He scrawled in his elegant handwriting. He slid that parchment aside and noted that, for the moment, the knocking had ceased. “Finally.” He muttered to himself as he opened his desk drawer to pull out an elaborate jeweled knife. In the momentary silence, Lucius began to sharpen the feather’s tip with the blade, drinking in the delicious silence. Rap, rap, rap…rap, rap, rap.

Lucius flinched at the sudden onslaught of the knocking. In his surprise the blade slipped, piercing his finger to the bone. Hissing with pain, he reached for his wand. “Episkey” He spat, as the crimson blood he was so proud of poured from his finger. The blinding pain was relieved at once with the utterance of the spell. Glancing down in rage at his blood soaked desk and robes, he muttered a string of non-magical curses before grumbling, “Tergeo.”

The blood vanished as he stood in a huff. Striding to the door he threw it open before him. “Merlin’s beard what is it!” He shouted, before collecting himself in the face of his untimely guest. “Ah, Albus Dumbledore.” He purred, skillful in the way he shifted his tones. Only years of proper training had brought it on. “Do please come in. How can I be of service to you?”

#lucius malfoy #hp rp #marauders rp #first wizarding war rp #lsrpg #accepted app

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