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wallwriterstuff · 10 months

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Healing Hands ||Finnick Odair x Female!Reader||

Warnings: Explicit content, 18+ Minors DNI. Mentions of non-consensual knife play and blood drinking. Descriptions of trauma, a lot of angst. Talk of Finnick’s prostitution. Fluffy ending. Female Reader so she/her pronouns and body descriptions used.

Word Count: 4280

Summary:

Finnick tries to come home to her in one piece, but when he shatters, its only her that can put him back together again.

“Don’t talk.” He grumbled.

In a matter of seconds since entering her apartment he had her pinned her against the wall, her wrists trapped above her head in one hand while the other tilted her mouth up to meet his in a bruising kiss. He pushed his knee between her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs for him as tongue, teeth and lips collided.

“Finni-“ he cut her off with a sharp nip of her bottom lip, eyes dark as he pulled back and shifted his hand from her cheek to her chin, gripping her jaw firmly.

“I said, don’t talk. Only time I should hear you is if you’re saying your safe word. Tell me.” He ordered. She stared at him with wide eyes, frozen for a moment as her mind raced with a thousand and one possibilities as to why Finnick could be so riled up, but they fled her head as quickly as they had come when he squeezed her jaw lightly and pressed her for an answer.

“Seasalt.” She breathed. Finnick’s eyes were not the gentle, seafoam green she was used to but more of a harder shade today. Whether it was lust or something else she wasn’t sure, as he was never usually so forceful with her, but she couldn’t deny the quiet thrill it sent through her to think about what he might do like this.

“Are you using it now?” he asked. There was her Finnick. For just a brief moment he shone through, his thumb grazing her jawbone as he intently studied her expression for any sign of discomfort or discontent with the situation he’d put her in. She swallowed, taking a deep breathe in through her nose before exhaling deeply.

“No, but…are you okay to do this?” she asked. Finnick’s expression faltered for only a moment, and she saw a storm of grief and aggravation in his eyes before he pushed it all down again, his eyes flickering to her mouth, then her forehead, anywhere but her eyes in case she saw through him.

“I need this.” He huffed, smothering her mouth once more with the sloppy heat of his desire. Whether it was driven by true passion or something else she wasn’t too sure but she let it lead her for now, the underlying hint of desperation in the way he licked into her mouth telling her just how much he really did need this. To feel her. To claim her. To know she was there and whole and his. With a groan, Finnick dropped her hands in favour of getting a firm grip on her thighs, hiking her up the wall and pulling her legs around his waist. She gasped, head thunking back against the wall as Finnick buried his mouth in the crook of her neck next, biting and sucking marks into the skin like he wanted to devour her whole and keep her safe inside him.

Finnick grunted, reaching up with one hand to forcibly tug her shirt away from her collar bone, mouthing his way along the bone before biting down on the fleshy part of her shoulder with a grunt. With a soft cry, she moved her hands from his shoulders to his hair, pulling on the carefully styled strands until they were tousled beyond saving. Heat simmered in her veins as he kissed her once more, setting her down and giving the hem of her shirt a firm tug in quick succession. Panting, she lifted her arms to oblige him, and one hand immediately went to her chest to pull and pinch her nipples stiff. With quiet pants, she kept one hand tugging at his hair while the other raked down his back, making him arch into her. She moaned, feeling his free hand push down into her pants and firmly press against her before he began to rub in harsh, quick movements.

“Fuck, Finnick!” she yelped, eyes screwing closed as she threw her head back, “Fuck, t-too much!” It was a dizzying, overwhelming experience to feel so much of him at once. His mouth was hot against her neck and collar bone, his hand warm and strong on her breasts while the rough and calloused pads of his fingers created a delicious kind of friction against her clit.

“Take it.” he growled, pulling back just enough to press his forehead to hers. There was a light sheen of sweat covering both of them know, his breath coming in harsh little pants as she floundered, desperately looking for something to cling onto and ground her. The ebb and flow of her pleasure was not gentle. It felt more like a shock, quick to come and quick to go, but it was building the all too familiar sensation in her gut all the same. She gasped, pleaded, attempted to move his hand away as her hips jerked, but it was all to no avail. Finnick didn’t move until he was ready to, his fingers dipping down and slipping in with ease. She was soaking wet and squeezing at the intruding digits, close to release and losing her mind at the overwhelming sensation of him abusing that one little rough patch that always bought her such relief.

“Finnick.” She whined, flexing her hips in time with the bruising pace he had set to try and ride his fingers. Finnick’s tongue darted out to wet his lips and she almost whimpered at the sight. He was practically ethereal in the fading light of the early evening. Bronze skin and golden hair glowing in the sunset, he was firm and lean against her, smelling of salty sweat and sea breeze and something so distinctly Finnick she could never quite name. The growl in his voice when he spoke to her was enough for her to lose all sense of rhyme and reason.

“Fucking take it!”

“F-Finnick! Oh!” the noises she was made were loud and obscene. Her thoughts scattered like dust in the wind. Her knees quivered and her body nearly folded in two, jerking and spasming as her orgasm hit her hard. Finnick’s pace didn’t let up, not until he was satisfied he had completely robbed her of the ability to walk, and when his fingers left her pants he immediately began smearing her essence over her lips in a silent demand for her to clean them off. Completely drunk on pleasure as she was, she obediently opened her mouth and began to suck the remnants of her orgasm from his fingers, her eyes locked with his as they both tried to catch their breath. Though her mind was a little hazy, relaxed and sated, she became aware of the feeling of pressure against her thigh, and her hand lazily drifted down to find it was Finnick rutting against her. It stopped when her hand found the straining material at his crotch, replaced instead by her hand massaging the outline of his arousal as his head tipped back slightly and his eyes fluttered closed.

She watched the way his mouth moved, opening and closing a little as he tried to form coherent words. His throat bobbed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he exhaled sharply in a pant.

“Want you on your knees.” He rasped. She reached up to grasp his wrist, pulling his fingers from her mouth slowly until they came free with a quiet pop. His head slowly lifted, eyes watching her as she slithered out from between him and the wall and began to walk backwards, leading him by the hand into the living room. Finnick watched her every move with intense scrutiny, but obligingly helped her unbutton his shirt and push down his trousers before she pushed him onto the sofa. He landed with a huff, reaching for her eagerly as she bent at the waist to press a kiss to his lips. Finnick tried to chase her mouth before she pushed him back against the cushions, moving her mouth instead to his throat where a few gentle bites were left. She couldn’t mark him up, not when he had so many patrons who would become incensed if they thought their favourite toy had been played with by somebody else. It was an unfair part of their dynamic, but she had accepted that the price to pay for being with Finnick was having no claim to her lover whatsoever and wondering whose bed he was in on lonely nights.

Pushing the thoughts away, she focused on sucking the tension from his body via his cock.

The moment she sucked him into her mouth his hands flew into her hair, gripping tightly at the roots as a low moan of relief escaped him. She felt him throb against her tongue as she began to vigorously work him over, her tongue lapping at the underside of a swollen, sensitive head whenever she bobbed back up while her hand pumped synchronously at the base. He had been trimmed recently and the little pinpricks of hair stabbing into her fist were only a minor distraction compared to the symphony of noises escaping him. Finnick had always been one to enjoy quieter moments of intimacy, but the Capitol had changed even that about him – his patrons needed to know their pathetic attempts at pleasing him work ‘working’ after all. Not that he even managed to get it up for them without help. No, that was a privilege he tried to save for her and her alone, but there were days when the Capitol took even that from him to.

“Fucking hell sweetheart,” he groaned, “Oh, oh that’s good, good fucking girl.” The rambling praise was new and it distracted her enough she wasn’t quite prepared for him to suddenly thrust up into her throat. She gagged a bit and had to pull back, taking a moment to catch her breath and clear her throat as Finnick thrust into her fist instead. His head had snapped up at the sound of her cough and he seemed tense, only relaxing again when she gave him a nod and a smile to let him know she was alright. She would have been lying if she had said that the praise hadn’t sent a bolt of need straight through her. She needed to hear it again, needed to make him feel good like that again. Closing her lips back around the leaking head of his cock, she gently tapped his hand to let him know he could control the pace, could take what he needed, and Finnick immediately set to work thrusting up into her mouth, a broken string of curses and whines escaping him.

She whimpered quietly, her jaw beginning to ache but the rest of her alight with want. When she peered up at him through her lashes, she got a halo of gold and glistening skin, and she was quite sure that nobody in this world or the next would have ever been able to say no to him. His chest heaved with every gasping breath, the toned muscles of his abdomen twitching and jumping beneath her fingers as she skated them up over his stomach. Finnick Odair was hers. No Capitolite would ever know the planes of his body better than her. No patron could ever tell him secrets he would hold as dearly as he held her own. Nobody could make him come apart like this.

Except he didn’t.

Without warning he pulled her off of him and urged her up, hands immediately shifting down to her pants.

“Don’t you want to-“

“You, need to cum in you.” He panted, his eyes pleading as her heart shot into her throat. This wasn’t the Capitol, there were no fancy injections or pills here to prevent childbirth, and she certainly wasn’t going to risk having to take those herbal teas that did terrible things to your insides just to ensure you wouldn’t add to the infant mortality rate. This wasn’t her Finnick. Her Finnick knew well how she felt about the mere thought of children in their current world and had never pushed the issue, even agreed with her.

“Seasalt.” She spoke firmly, clearly, and Finnick immediately froze, staring at her with wide, unfocused eyes. She crouched in front of him, taking her face in his hands and brushing her thumbs along his cheeks.

“I…I…”

“In another life, I’d say yes, but this is the one we live, so you do it on my back or stomach or no dice, you understand?” she said. Finnick swallowed thickly, leaning forward to press his forehead to hers and whispering an apology. She kissed the tip of his nose, then his lips, and gave him a little smile of reassurance. He reached up to cover her hands with his own, squeezing lightly.

“I understand. I’m sorry, I just…I need…I can’t…Snow…” he could barely stutter the words out, his expression more agonised than usual, and it was all the explanation she really needed. The President had threatened him many times before, and it usually resulted in some outward display of behaviour that wasn’t quite the norm for him. She pulled her hands back to push down her pants instead, letting the soft, cottony material pool at her feet so she could step out of them. Finnick kicked his pants away and was quick to welcome her into his lap, shifting so he could guide her down until she was laying beneath him. Heart fluttering at the sudden tenderness behind his gestures, she gave him an encouraging nod and smile that quickly melted away into a gasp as he pushed into her.

For a moment, they simply stayed that way, two people intertwined, chests pressed together, hearts ricocheting against each other. For a moment, there was no Capitol, or patrons, or Snow. For a moment, there was only their little home, the sound of waves lapping the shore outside their window, their own heavy breathing. Then, Finnick pulled his hips back and gave a firm thrust forward. Her legs tightened around his waist as he found himself a punishing rhythm, moving deep and strong inside of her like the pull of the tide, stealing her breath and giving her life anew with every careful movement. When he worshipped her with every inch of himself like this, she was certain he meant it when he told her he loved her.

“Oh baby.” She moaned, hips meeting his in perfect timing that only made that coil tighter and tighter. Finnick had been mouthing along her collar bone, muffling his own pleasured grunts and groans into her skin, but he pulled back just enough to skim his mouth along her ear, biting and tugging at her ear lobe.

“Right here sweetheart, so good,” he breathed, “Feels so good.” Temple pressed against hers, he increased his pace a little, squirming a bit to push deeper with his thrusts and be closer to her. He held her tighter, fingernails leaving little crescent moons on her skin, but she didn’t care. The gentle pulsing in her core and the sharp pin pricks against her skin mixed well together and simply pulled her that much closer to the edge. Another pant, a whine of her name, the blood in her veins roaring like an inferno as her heart enveloped the rest of her, an overwhelming adoration for Finnick and all his little idiosyncrasies as he dropped a hand to her clit and began to circle it. He was close then, closer than she was, but he’d stave off his own release until she came. It made a pleasant change and only egged her on towards her release knowing that he felt safe and good. Finnick had been through so much physical trauma he didn’t always get to finish, no matter how desperate he was for it.

The gentle pulsing suddenly became a crescendo, her every muscle seizing and her mouth hanging open, a choked whine the only sound that escaped her as she clenched around him hard. Finnick groaned loudly in her ear, his thrust becoming a bit more erratic as he tried to push her through her high, her fingers raking down his back again. He pulled out suddenly, desperately fisting his cock until he painted her torso white, and then he almost collapsed on his side. The only sound was their shared, heavy breathing and the creaking of the sofa as he leaned against the cushions with a puff, his arm slung across the back of the seat so he could rest his chin on his bicep and watched the sun disappear over the horizon. She simply closed her eyes, basking in the pleasant buzzing in her head while her core throbbed its way through a few after shocks.

She pretended not to hear the first little sniffle. Finnick was never one to show her how hard he took it all if he could help it, only ever wanting her to be happy and safe, but he couldn’t shield her from everything, and when she opened her eyes to view him she saw the red rimmed irises staring solemnly at the moon as if it might deliver him some sort of freedom or redemption. If there was anything she knew for sure, it was that Finnick Odair did not need redeeming.

“Snow threatened me, didn’t he?” she asked quietly. Finnick tensed, and then he sniffed, wiping his eyes on his bicep briefly and nodding once. “How bad is the situation?” her question remained unanswered for a while, and she felt her frustration begin to grow when she was forced to call his name and press him for an answer.

“He was going to kill you,” he snapped, his face full of so much horror and anguish when he faced her that it broke her heart, “He was going to kill you if I didn’t…if they couldn’t…” he sucked in a deep breath, his voice wavering as he finally confessed to all that had happened to him before he got home. “They used me, Y/N. Degraded me and beat me and cut me and I just…I had to take it.”

Immediately, her eyes raked over his form, ready to spot any sign of injury and help him soothe his wounds, however he was shiny new and the only marks on him were from her own nails. The Capitol had once more scratched their cruelty into his marrow and then erased all traces of it.

“Oh baby.” She whispered, angry and hurt and sorry all at once. She wished she could protect him better, keep him far away from Snow’s clutches, but there was no chance of it when his grip on Panem was still so vice like.

“They drank my fucking blood!” Finnick raved, standing now and starting to pace as he ran a hand through his hair.

“They what?” she sounded as shocked as she felt, her stomach curdling at the thought.

“They used a knife, they cut me and they drank from the wound, but they call us fucking animals,” he scoffed, eyes wild and brimming with self-loathing, “And I couldn’t do a thing to stop them.” Reaching for her trousers, she used it to quickly wipe away the remenants of Finnick’s release from her skin, and got to her feet to gently grasp his face between her hands.

“Stop. Don’t trap yourself there.” She ordered.

“But they-“

“Stop.” She repeated. His eyes grew wet, shame painted all over his face. His hands trembled when they reached up to grasp her wrists. She hushed him, her thumbs gently scrolling over his cheekbones.

“I feel so dirty. I just want to feel like me again.” He whispered brokenly. Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she nodded in understanding and slowly leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He didn’t respond, but his eyes were closed when she pulled back and took his hands instead. He sucked in a sharp breath, looking at her with so much vulnerability that she almost let the tears pricking her eyes spill.

“Let me take care of you.” She said softly. Finnick looked at her for a moment, and then he nodded, letting her lead him to the bathroom. He stood numbly, not willing to look in the mirror at his reflection as she got the shower running. Step one would be to clean all remenants of the Capitol from his skin, whisper her praises and affirmations of love into the abused flesh to replace all the filth they’d tried to fill him with. Finnick remained silent as she washed them both down, her hands running gently over his skin and her lips pressing delicate kisses to the places her hands had been. He took the shampoo from her to help her with her hair, his fingernails scratching lightly at her scalp as he massaged in the suds.

“Is this new?” he asked. She hummed in agreement. “Smells real nice.” The compliment made her smile slightly. Only as he washed the soap away down the drain did she turn to pull him into another gentle kiss.

“It smells like you, like home,” she murmured, brushing her nose against his, “I love you, Finnick. I’m glad you’re home.” Finnick sighed slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. She felt the first wave of chill crawl over her skin as the water began to lose its warmth, so she reached for the dials and turned it off. Finnick was the one to hand her a towel, but she made sure to wrap it around herself securely in favour of drying him off with a smile – she could wait. With his towel wrapped round his waist, he patiently sat on the edge of the bed while she detangled his hair with his comb, carefully styling it to coif up just as he liked.

“Don’t stop.” He murmured. She had pulled the comb from his scalp but realised he must have found the sensation quite relaxing, as his shoulders had dropped and his eyes were closed, not a wrinkle on his forehead in sight. He smiled briefly as she began to comb his hair again with a hum.

“You know, I don’t think it’s possible to make you any more handsome.” She mused, kissing his shoulder.

He snorted slightly, “They always find a way.”

“No, they don’t. You are and always have been enough as you are.” She murmured, kissing at his spine next. Finnick shivered a little. With a hum, she let the comb fall onto the bed and moved to wrap her arms around him from behind instead. He hissed and drew back from her with wide eyes, making her frown in confusion.

“You’re still damp!” he protested. Rolling her eyes, she got to her feet and made a show of towelling off, changing into her usual pyjamas as he watched her with mild intrigue.

“Those pyjamas are new to.” he noted. He’d only been gone a week, yet that was two new changes for him to discover and adapt to. Perhaps two too many given the week he’d had. The pyjamas had been necessary, but she was feeling a tad guilty to have surprised him this much. He hated missing time with her and had confessed that when he came home and found she had moved furniture or bought new things, it made him feel left behind, like a foreign object in his own home.

“My others one were beyond saving. I would have been better off wearing my birthday suit.” She sighed. Finnick smiled faintly.

“I wouldn’t mind.” He assured her. With a grin, she shook her head and pointed to the door.

“I know you wouldn’t, now get out and let’s make some cocoa to take to bed with us, okay?” she suggested. He nodded his head, keeping his hand in hers as they exited the bedroom and went to find the necessary things. He stayed close, finding any excuse to touch her, and she leaned back into him every time with a contented hum, just to remind him she really was glad he was home.

“Marshmallows?” he asked, frowning in confusion as he closed the cupboard they were supposed to be in. She bit her lip, cheeks flushing pink.

“The little table by the armchair. I got snacky.” She admitted. He chuckled and went to retrieve them, looking happier as he dumped a handful into his mug. Only when he was curled up against her, the two of them content to simply sit in silence and appreciate the other’s presence, did he really seem to come back to her. She stroked his hair, humming a song she had sang with her mother once years ago as they baked bread in their small kitchen. With his eyes closed and his head on her stomach, he looked peaceful, like he might be able to rest for once. She knew it wouldn’t last. The nightmares always came, and she would hold him as she always did and lie once more about how he was safe now. There was only one real certainty she had. One fact that would remain constant no matter what Snow threatened or what nightmares ravaged him.

She loved Finnick Odair whole heartedly, even if she had to say goodbye so he could belong to another just three weeks later, as was their tradition. This was their cycle, the never ending loop that had become their lives, but she would endure it, for him, and one day, they would be free of this game they played. Until then…until then, she would smile, wave, and miss the man she loved while he went to love another.

#the hunger games #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x female!reader #president snow #tw blood #tw knife play #writersfantasy #the hunger games fanfiction #pre-rebellion hunger games #tw prostitution

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heartsiintune · 4 months

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new year/new acc theme new introduction am i right !!!

WARNING SUPER COLORFUL !!!

hello!! my name is Mylo — i also use the names Kas, Ven, and Sky ^_^ i use he/star pronouns for da most part!!!

im a 16y/o autistic trans guy that is incredibly normal (lying) about kingdom hearts, vocaloid, sonic, and a couple (lot) of other things!! im always up to talk about them please talk to me about them please please please please

i have two alt accounts for self shipping!!! if you like that kinda stuff and wanna follow, go on ahead!! @ruiluvr + @harukasbeloved

my dni list: basic dni, israel supporter, u hate my favs, you hate kingdom hearts??? that should be obvious like..???, "you're too old for stuffed animals" mfs NO I AM NOT!!!!!, you only hate the girlies in groups (ex u hate kairi from destiny islands trio and ONLY her, u hate xion from seasalt trio and ONLY her, etc), mfs who start bandori vs pjsk wars SHUT UPPP

my besties ever ily guys <3 @mbh004 @leonsdearest @neferosa @ryojiluvrr @vooratflop

baibai :3 have a great day/night !!!!

- mylo

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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Washington!Series Part Three: Tonight - Captain Joe Milius x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @witches-unruly-heart @shhoooketh @greenies-green @thandesa91 @atomic-art-dragon @irishavengersassemble @factualfic @mydarkestsecretlol @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond @burningpeachpuppy

Washington Series:

Part One: Washington - You and Joe spend the night together before he leaves for Washington.

Part Two: Positive - You call Joe for the first time in two months.

It’s late when Joe's flight gets into Hawaii, far too late for him to be showing up outside your door. He didn’t think about that when he stepped onto the plane, he’d just been filled with this deep, visceral need to see you. There’s apprehension in his chest, it’s a rare feeling because Joe doesn’t get nervous but now it feels like there’s a thousand butterflies in his stomach trying to get free.

He's just got your message in the cab ride over asking him to call you back. It’s the first contact he’s had from you in over two months. He guesses you want to see him as much as he wants to see you.

When he steps out of the cab, he knows that you’re up; he can see the warm glow from the lamp through the blinds in the front window. He takes a deep breath before rapping his knuckles on the door.

When you open it, it feels like he’s come home. You’re beautiful, but then he’s always thought that. You’re wearing black leggings and a t-shirt he hadn’t realised he’d left at your place. It does something to see you wearing his clothes, it always has. He recalls those early mornings when he’d wake up tangled in your sheets. He’d find you in the kitchen making coffee, clad in one of his button ups. It always ends up the same way, the fabric bundled in his fists as he thrust up into you.

“Joe?” You say quietly. “How…”

He isn’t sure who initiates it, only that he’s back in your house with you in his arms and it means the entire world to him. He breathes you in, the heady scent of fresh laundry and seasalt. You’ve been to the beach today; he can smell it on your skin.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers as his fingertips tip up your chin to meet his gaze.

Your eyes are bright, pretty fathomless pools that leave him breathless as he leans in close, his lips brushing over yours. It’s a spark, like someone tossing a light into a powder keg. It ignites, a haze of fire and passion as he strips off your t-shirt leaving you clad in a black sports bra. His palms chase over your skin, and you moan into his mouth, your teeth grazing over his lower lip. It takes him zero to sixty.

You leave a trail of clothes in your wake, leading into the bedroom. It’s an old dance, one the two of you have done a thousand times before but it feels different this time, more emotional.

He makes love to you slowly, drawing out the sensation with long, deliberate thrusts that drag over that sweet spot over and over again until he has you keening underneath him. Your thighs tighten around his hips, his hands ghost over them, guiding them just a little bit higher because he knows you like to feel him deep when you come.

He feels the moment you surrender, the ecstasy stealing away your breath as you clench around his cock, fingertips digging into his shoulders. His palm trails up your throat, clasping your jaw before he guides your mouth back to his. He drinks down your ectasy, tongue dipping into your mouth as he buries himself into the hilt, spilling his release inside of you.

He kisses you through the pleasure, a smile ghosting across his lips as your hands smooth over his back, tracing over the scars from his years under active duty.

“It’s been too long since we did that.” He whispers, his lips chasing along the curve of your throat. Your head tips back into the pillow, your fingers threading through his hair as he stays sheathed inside of you. He’s not ready to withdraw just yet, he just needs this moment with you, this feeling of intimacy and connectivity. “You wanted to talk?”

“Not tonight.” You murmur as he captures your hands and guides them above your head, his fingers entwining with yours as he arches his hips once again. “Tonight, I just want to enjoy being with you.”

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seasaltmemories · 6 months

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I Want To Hold Aono-kun So Badly I Could Die is a critically acclaimed horror manga that asks the question: what if the teen lovers too horny to notice the danger they were in didn't get killed off and discarded but were the protagonists who kept trying to bang instead of solving their paranormal problems

#seasalt talks #aono kun #I want to hold aono-kun so badly i could die #ryuhei aono #yuri kariya #to be fair they do get better #but I do love their flavor of *horrific thing happens* 'anyway let's move on!'

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seasaltstarsstuff · 7 days

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To all my followers remember. tea's at 4, you may come as you please, oh! But don't bother nocking

#seasalt talks

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frickingnerd · 5 months

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yandere roxas

pairing: roxas x gn!reader

tags: mostly fluff, mentions of xion & axel

you're everything to roxas!

he's just a nobody but you're everything he could never be!

roxas wants nothing more than to keep you safe and make you happy however he can

he's so eager to please you, always buying you seasalt icecream and bringing you little gifts from his missions

even when you two are seperated, roxas always talks about you!

he's always thinking of you, wishing to be with you again, which axel and xion tease him for!

speaking of axel and xion, roxas really wants you to be friends with the two of them as well!

they are very important to him and he only trusts those two around you, as they would never make a move on you

he doesn't want you to get to know the rest of the organization, as he doesn't trust them!

axel and xion sometimes spend the days with you as well, when roxas is out on a mission and he wants someone to look after you

though when neither of them is with you, roxas heavily encourages you to stay away from everyone else and lock yourself in your room

he doesn't want to risk you getting attacked by heartless or the organization, so he practically begs you to stay by yourself, until he's back

you mean so much to roxas, that he couldn't bear losing you!

he would do anything for you and in return, he only wants to be someone special to you

if he could only be your favorite person, that would be enough for him…

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themattress · 4 months

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I hate Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance. Everything about it.

However - there is one scene in particular that I absolutely despise above all others. Don't get me wrong, every other cutscene is bad, many of them even rage-inducing....but none of them quite measure up to this one in its wretchedness. Which one is it, you ask? THIS one.

So after Xigbar reiterates the bullshit Inception-esque "dream within a dream" plot twist that Sora is currently experiencing all because he happens to have an "X" on his clothes (yes, that is an actual thing that Nomura wrote), Sora just randomly declares that Nobodies have hearts after all. What does his base this on? The memories from 358/2 Days that he experienced.

"Axel and Roxas and Namine, and that other girl. I felt what Roxas felt and they laughed together, got mad, and they grieved. You have to have a heart to cry."

First off, "that other girl" shouldn't be here. In 358/2 Days, Namine specifically said "If you return your memories to him, you'll disappear. And since everything about you was built on those memories...no one will remember you when you're gone. There won't be any "you" to remember. I can't save you, Xion--even a memory of you." But this game, just like Coded before it and KH3 after it, is flagrantly ignoring that because the rabid fanbase that Days / Xion / the Seasalt Trio developed, particularly in Japan, demanded Xion back and because he's a clout-chasing coward Nomura complied, the story's internal logic be damned.

Secondly, all of the characters Sora mentioned are special cases. Roxas and Namine were special Nobodies built upon a literal heart-to-heart relationship (Sora and Kairi), allowing them to feel things at the cost of having no memory, when for normal Nobodies it's the other way around. Xion was not a Nobody, she was a replica with a heart constructed from memories. Of course she felt stuff. Lastly, this game continues to ignore that Axel's feelings were...off. Making a connection with a heart allowed him to start feeling things, but his Nobody nature was still technically heartless and self-centered, which meant that his feelings were purely based on himself and what his friends mean to him. He never cared about them the way someone is actually supposed to, as that depth of feeling was still foreign to him.

And finally, this seems to be in direct response to that stupid Tomoko Kanemaki-made scene from KH2:FM of Roxas talking with Axel's ghost and they wax poetic about what a heart is and what it means to have one, ending in a shot where Axel is seen shedding tears ("You have to have a heart to cry"). But even that scene, as bad as it was, was still written with Nojima's KH2 scenario in mind where the answer is a philosophical difference between a literal heart, which Nobodies can't have, and a metaphorical heart, which they can develop through bonding with someone with a heart and find a way to exist (as evidenced by Axel even having a ghost at all) within that someone's heart. But now, we get this from Xemnas:

"A heart is never lost for good. There may have been variances in our dispositions, but a number of us unquestionably showed signs of a burgeoning replacement. Once born, the heart can also be nurtured. Our experiments creating Heartless were attempts to control the mind, and convince it to renounce its sense of self. But understand, one can banish the heart from the body, but the body will try to replace it the first chance it gets, for as many times as it takes. And so I knew, even after we were divided into Heartless and Nobodies, it was just a temporary separation."

Where do I even begin?

"A number of us unquestionably showed signs of a burgeoning replacement"? Is this Nomura's way to "explain" why the Organization reacted emotionally on many occasions? Except that was already explained in KH2! As Yen Sid said, their behavior is a ruse to pretend that they have hearts and properly exist, and as Saix said, it's their memories of their human selves and the feelings they felt with hearts that allow them to do this. We literally SEE Demyx drop the facade and show his true unemotional colors right before fighting him!

"One can banish the heart from the body, but the body will try to replace it the first chance it gets". Um, HOW? The body shouldn't be able to recreate a heart because in this universe the body never created the heart to begin with! The literal title of the series, Kingdom Hearts, is where all hearts are born and where all hearts return to. We established that in Game 1!

There was talk earlier about puppets like Pinocchio "growing" a heart, but that's not even the case. As seen earlier in KH2's Space Paranoids and later in KH3's Toy Box, it's not that the non-living thing "grows" a heart, it's that Kingdom Hearts grants them a heart specifically based upon the feelings someone with a heart has toward them. Gepetto, Ansem the Wise, Andy, etc. The hearts didn't just come out of nowhere from nothing like this game suggests.

For that matter, the heart is established as holding the essence of a person; it's who they are. The whole reason Nobodies "don't exist" is because while they have the body and soul of a person plus the memories of said person, without a heart they are not actually that person, who is actually now a Heartless. So is Xemnas saying the body can grow a new freaking person? Then what will become of the original person once they're purified from being a Heartless? The same bullshit of "recompleting" that Lea and co. underwent? But doesn't that contradict the notion that Nobodies are their own individuals who supposedly deserve to live as such? Also, why does all of this only apply to the Organization? What about all of the lesser Nobodies, like the Dusks? Can they not also "regrow" their hearts? Did Nomura think any of this out at all before committing it to script form? And at this point, Sora yells out:

"Why, then? Why did you lie to them and tell them they had no hearts?"

Yep, that's right. Even though Yen Sid also said they had no hearts, Ansem the Wise's research turned up that they had no hearts, and they themselves largely behaved as though they had no hearts, apparently it was all just a lie Xemnas concocted, stripping away half the depth that he and the Organization in general had. Xemnas is now depicted as just a simplistic bad guy and the others save for Xigbar as total victims of brainwashing. Hilariously, the narrative tap-dances around how, if this is true, then Sora and the other heroes now look way more questionable for killing them. The bullshit train keeps chugging as Xigbar says:

"Xemnas and Xehanort formed the Organization for a specific reason - round up a bunch of empty husks, hook them up to Kingdom Hearts, then fill them all with the exact same heart and mind. Translation--they were gonna turn all the members into Xehanort."

So now the claim is that Xemnas, who totally had Xehanort's heart inside him even when Ansem existing should render that impossible, was gonna use the power of Kingdom Hearts to copy-paste that heart into the other Organization members as part of Xehanort's plan to forge the X-Blade. Just like with the claim that Ansem's goal was the Seven Princesses rather than the Final Keyhole they unseal, this clashes with what we actually saw in the previous games. Why would Xemnas do anything he did if this was the plan? The event that got him his thirteenth "vessel" also set the Seven Princesses loose, then several of those "vessels" perished, and yet he carried on with the plan anyway? KH3 tries to do damage control by suggesting Xemnas was out to betray Xehanort, but that just creates more issues with this abominable retcon trying to force separate villainous plans as part of some convoluted whole.

Xigbar then follows all this up with:

"Me? I'm already half Xehanort!"

.....Moving on. Xemnas proceeds to give us this absolute howler:

"However -through weakness of body...weakness of will...or weakness of trust--most of the original members we had chosen for the Organization were inadequate. Thus, naturally, they never had a chance to attain their goal."

MOST of the original Organization members were inadequate!?

Um, yeah, let's flash forward to KH3 and see who made the cut:

Xemnas Xigbar Vexen Saix Demyx Luxord Marluxia Larxene Xion (as a replacement for Roxas)

So basically, 9 out of 13. Only 4 (Xaldin, Lexaeus, Zexion and Axel) "failed".

.....Xemnas, I don't think that the word "most" means what you think it means.

Then we get to the big, dramatic confrontation as Sora yells:

"Just stop it! You treat people's hearts like bottles on a shelf, but they're not! Hearts are made of the people we meet, and how we feel about them-- they're what ties us together even when we're apart! They're what...make me strong."

This is a good line, but Xigbar proceeds to ruin it with his comeback:

"Duh! You're strong because of the ties you have with other people. As if the Keyblade would choose a wimp like you. But no pouting. We see much bigger and better things in your future...once you side with us."

To which Sora replies:

"I know the Keyblade didn't choose me, and I don't care. I'm proud to be a small part of something bigger--the people it did choose! My friends. They are my power!

Beyond this callback to a famous line in the original game feeling cheap, Nomura doesn't even seem to actually remember the scene in which the line was used! Because the Keyblade DID choose Sora in that scene, precisely because of how he bonded his heart with others and took strength from them. In fact, he may be the ONLY person the Keyblade has "chosen" in this series - the allegedly worthier "other people" who appear in the above image have either had their Keyblade bequeathed to them by a prior wielder, transformed another weapon into a Keyblade, or wield a Keyblade specifically because Sora can wield it. (Also, why are Terra, Aqua, Ven and Xion even there? Calling them Sora's "friends" is a huge stretch, especially when people like Namine and HPO who fit the bill better aren't present! And if them not having Keyblades is the excuse given, I must point out that Donald and Goofy are also here! So are they part of "the people it did choose"!? Where is the consistency!?)

This combined with Xehanort's later "dull, ordinary boy" remark reeks of Nomura being touchy about criticism BBS got for making Sora out to be more special than he was supposed to be which led to him overcorrecting here....which doesn't even stick given Data!Ansem the Wise's later monologue about Sora and the events of KH3. Just terrible, contradictory writing.

I hate Dream Drop Distance. I hate the convoluted dream mechanics, I hate Yen Sid's whole Mark of Mastery test and the stupidity and hypocrisy he displays as it unfolds, I hate the literal TWEWY cast being present, I hate the Lea subplot, I hate Maleficent and Pete doing nothing, I hate the shafting of Kairi, I hate the Sora/Riku queer-baiting, I hate young Xehanort, and I hate all of the screwy, time travel-based retconning and twist reveals in the last act that essentially destroyed the whole series. But this fucking scene in particular, I hate above all.

#Disney #Square Enix #Kingdom Hearts #Dream Drop Distance #Sora #Xemnas #Xigbar #Opinion #Analysis #Stupidity #Bad Writing #Character Derailment #Anti-Kingdom Hearts #Anti-Dream Drop Distance #Anti-Square Enix #Anti-Nomura #Anti-Tetsuya Nomura

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lullabyes22-blog · 3 months

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Snippet - Idyll - Mal de Mer

Silco and Mel unwinding from their duties...

Mal de Mer on AO3

Snippet:

They've passed a week in the Ionian villa, with its cliffside perch and sun-soaked beaches. Their wing is the most secluded. Its decor is the traditional Ionian style: rich earth tones of rust and umber, offset by the cool blues of the sea through the wide slatted doors, which frame the private courtyard garden, brimful with violets.

The floors, of marble and granite, are streaked with the golden veins. The walls, too, are gold-flecked: a warm, burnished amber, that in dawn's slanting rays, casts a glow like fire. The lamps and fixtures are wrought from a metal like gold, but softer, with a mellow patina of age. The furnishings themselves, of teak and wrought brass, are simple: a canopied bedstead with voile drapes, a long low table, a dresser with a tall ornate mirror, and an antique armoire for their clothes.

An archway, at the courtyard's far end, opens onto a private bathing suite: a deep blue pool, fed from an underground spring, set with stone benches carved into the contours of shells, and mosaic tiles depicting sirens from ancient lore. The ceiling, high and vaulted, is crowned by a stained-glass skylight: admitting the afternoon sun in a multicolored aurora. Beyond the garden's walls, the faint blue smear of the sea glitters, with a private berth where their yawl bobs, anchored in the shallows.

Since they've arrived, a routine of decadent idleness has crept in. Day by day, their public selves—their most polished selves—are carved off. Only the private ones remain: the quieter, subtler terrain upon which marriage truly rests.

And within it, blossoming, the fragile buds of intimacy.

Transitioning from day to night, they wake to the golden cadence of the late-afternoon waves. A brunch of local-baked bread, smoked salmon, and ripe tropical fruits, is fetched up by the staff. They sup together beneath a trellis of flowering plumeria, to the low buzz of the cicadas and the soft lapping of the surf: Mel, in a pale handwoven tunic, Silco, in a loose linen day-suit.

After, they stroll along the secluded shore: Mel, her bare feet dusted with sand; Silco, his jacket slung over his shoulders, a cigarette dangling between his lips. The tides dictate their meander: one moment ambling side-by-side, their hands loosely clasped. The next, he's slipped from her grasp, to dip his toes into the water, followed by the rest of him.

Each time, she waits, perched on a half-buried boulder, until the waves bring him back.

Sometimes he returns with a gift—a prickly-spined urchin; a spiraling conch shell; a vivid cobalt crab. Other times, he'll surface empty-handed, and drag her, shrieking, into the shallows: the spray of the seasalt in her hair, the span of his hands at her waist and the taste of his mouth on hers.

She's not afraid of the tide taking her.

He's capable of holding her afloat.

Afterward, their clothes are left to the dry sand. Beneath the spreading branches of the palm trees, she'll lays out a blanket: a patchwork quilt, bought from the local bazaar. Together, they sprawl across the soft cottony swathes, and trade bites from a wicker basket stuffed with local delicacies: crisp salted flatbread, a round clay jar of spiced honey, and a selection of dried fruits and cured meats, wrapped in wax paper.

They speak less, on these lazy days. Less of politics, less of policy. Instead, their talk is like the tide: an ebb and flow that laps at the edges of honesty, without breaking into full disclosure. She asks him, delicately, about his days as a smuggler in the Black Lanes. He asks her, wryly, about the foibles of the Noxian nobility.

Their questions are posed as harmless banter. But the answers, she knows, are a test.

What will you think, they each wonder, when you hear my truth?

Will you recoil? Will you judge?

Or will you understand?

They are still learning the shape of each other's pasts. Still trying to fit it, piece-by-piece, into the gaps of their present: the new, raw, tenuous thing that binds them. It is an imperfect fit, the shards not quite aligned. But the gaps are narrowing. Each day, something slots into place.

Something real.

Something theirs.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane mel #mel medarda #mal de mer #silco x mel #melco

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HI I can not remember if I already left you an ask for the friendship ask-box meme but if you're up for it I would love to hear "🗣️ Description" for Ventus and Roxas, and if you wanna take it a step further, maybe the whole Seasalt Trio's Opinions on the Wayfinder Trio

Hi! Thank you for the ask. I had a lot of fun thinking about how to answer this one 😊

🗣️ Description — how would each member of the friend group describe their relationship to one another? do they think of each other as peas in a pod, opposite sides of the same coin, maybe family, something more queer-platonic, or something else entirely?

Roxas and Ven would agree in describing their relationship to one another as opposite sides of the same coin. They recognize they’re similar in a lot of ways and went through some similar experiences, and that allows them to relate to each other well and to feel comfortable opening up to one another about more personal matters. At the same time, there are a lot of things that set them apart, primarily their personality and the way they carry each other. Even when they have to face the same situations, they usually react very differently. However, that doesn’t cause conflict between the two of them. It’s probably the reason they get along so well. They balance each other out, and each of them can bring to the table what the other can’t.

Roxas thinks of his relationship with Ventus as a close friendship. That kind of friendship where there are no rules for how they should act or who they’re supposed to be. They can just fully be themselves and they know the other would accept them, regardless. Roxas feels safe to express his more childlike and vulnerable traits with Ven, and Ventus is the person he goes to when he needs to talk with somebody, or going through a rough time.

Ventus feels the same way, but the more he hangs out with Roxas, the more he sees Roxas as part of his family. He loves getting to explore the worlds with Roxas and learn new things together, but he also feels protective of him. He knows Roxas can look after himself, and even admires him for his strength, but he can’t help but want to make sure he’s safe and well at all times. No one is allowed to bad mouth Roxas in Ven’s presence. When he discovers what Roxas had been going through and how many experiences he never had, he takes it upon himself to teach Roxas everything he knows (even if Ven lacks some life experience himself), and—maybe it’s a result of growing up being the youngest of his trio—but he loves getting to be the “older sibling” for once.

Roxas is not completely sure about what’s the difference between family and friendship, but he’s happy that Ven sees him as part of his family, regardless.

Now, about the Seasalt Trio’s opinions on the Wayfinders and vice versa (under the cut because it got too long):

Ventus

Lea likes Ven. They’re more like casual friends: they like to hang out from time to time and they always have a fun time together. They get along well, and he’s especially amused by Ventus’ sassiness (except when Ven teams up with Isa, Roxas or Xion to make fun of him, lol). Ven also really likes Lea. He thinks he’s fun to be around and he likes to hang out with him when he wants to have a good time.

Xion and Ven get along so well! She really likes Ven and his sweet and cheerful nature. At first, she’s a bit confused by how much he looks like Roxas, but she quickly learns how to tell them apart. Their personalities mesh really well, and they have a sibling-like relationship where they poke fun at each other but are also protective of one another. They can relate to each other about their self-esteem issues, their desire to do anything to protect their friends and their connection to Sora. Ventus also likes Xion, and he enjoys hanging out with her. After learning Xion’s love for seashells, Ventus makes sure to collect some to bring to her every time he visits a world with a beach.

Roxas really likes Ventus. At first, he felt a bit uncomfortable about the fact they looked the same, but he got over it after learning all the things that set the two of them apart. What he likes the most about Ventus is his kindness and how caring he can be for his friends, but he also loves Ven’s sassy side. He enjoys hanging out with Ven, regardless of what they do together, and they both feel like they can be fully themselves together. Ven also really likes Roxas and thinks he’s really cool. He admires his strong and reserved personality at first, but also loves his sweet and carefree side that he gets to know after they become friends.

Aqua

Lea and Aqua tend to butt heads often, especially when they first meet. It’s not that Lea doesn’t like Aqua, but he feels like she’s too serious at times, and she should loosen up a little. On the other hand, Aqua would like Lea to take things more seriously, instead of cracking a joke even in the direst circumstances. Eventually, they realize they have a lot in common and bond over their similar experiences and the responsibility that falls on their shoulders to be the more mature one in their trio, and start to get along better.

Xion loves Aqua so much! She admires how kind, strong and responsible she is and, if she’d ever decide to resume her training, she would go training under Aqua in a heartbeat. Aqua is like a role model for her. Aqua also really likes Xion, and she takes her under her wing and offers her a safe space to talk if she needs to (especially if she has any girl-related issues she needs to talk about, Aqua is Xion’s go-to). They like to do crafts together sometimes, and Aqua teaches Xion how to make wayfinders she can give to her friends.

Roxas doesn’t know how to act around Aqua at first. He thinks she’s really strong and admires how she’s able to pick up everything Master Eraqus left behind and be a good role model for all the Guardians of Light. He’s surprised by how kind and caring she acts towards him every time he visits the Land of Departure and, not being used to being treated that way, he ends up being kinda awkward around her. Aqua, like Terra, is a bit confused by how alike Roxas and Ventus look and, at first, she tends to treat Roxas the same way as Ven, but that quickly changes when she learns how different the two of them are. She picks up on Roxas’ awkwardness and tries to make sure he feels comfortable and welcomed around her. They end up getting along pretty well after spending more time together.

Terra

Roxas and Terra get along well. At first, Roxas is wary of Terra because, physically, he reminds him of Xemnas, but after spending some time with him (and hearing Ven speak so highly of him) he realizes Terra’s nothing like Xemnas. Roxas likes Terra’s calm temperament and admires his willpower and strength. Terra, also, was confused at seeing someone who looks so much like Ven but, as he gets to know Roxas better, he’s able to recognize the differences between the two of them (both physically and personality wise). He can see himself in some of Roxas’ traits and, if Roxas would ever want to train to become a Keyblade Master, Terra would love to have him as his student. He’s always really nice and welcoming towards Roxas and treats him like he’s part of the family when he visits them at the Land of Departure.

Xion, like Roxas, feels uncomfortable around Terra at first because of his resemblance to Xemnas, but, with time, she ends up liking him. Terra feels bad that he makes them feel that way, even if it’s not his fault, and does everything he can to make them feel comfortable. Xion and Terra can relate to each other over being part of the new Organization and being forced to fight their friends, and sometimes talk with each other about how that experience affected them. Xion thinks Terra is very cool and strong, but she’s also intrigued by his creative side. She, along with Naminé, likes to watch him carve the wood, and she’s enthused whenever he gifts her some of his creations.

Lea and Terra usually hang out in a group setting, and don’t talk much with each other, except exchanging some jokes from time to time. Lea likes that Terra seems to be chill to be around, but also admires how focused he is on his training and, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he hopes he can be as strong as Terra one day. Terra thinks that it’s remarkable how Lea could summon his own Keyblade without an inheritance ceremony and he can relate to his goal of becoming a Keyblade Master. He doesn’t know much about Lea, but he thinks he’s a good friend to Ven, so he automatically likes him because of that.

Friendship askbox meme

#Thank you for the ask!!#roxas #ventus #roxas and ventus #terra #aqua #xion #lea #axel

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