I was thinking, “Why choose Finnick to be the guy protecting Katniss and Peeta in the quarter quell?” I mean, someone had to, right? Make sure they both got out alive and could keep them in place for the rescue. But why Finnick? Katniss doesn’t like him before they enter the arena.
The obvious solution is that, of all the tributes in on the plan, Finnick is the strongest. He scores high in the assessment, he’s still young, he’s fit enough to carry an old lady around the arena all day. But then, so is Johanna (strong young and fit, not sure about carrying Mags all day though). Another option is that, since Katniss likes Mags, he’s got an easy-in to trying to befriend Katniss. But so did Johanna, in bringing Beetee and Wiress. There’s other tributes in the arena who Katniss likes and is less likely to try and kill than Finnick who might have been a better option to bodyguard Katniss and Peeta.
But I thought of another reason too. Finnick has sponsors. Finnick, who’s original game saw other tributes barely getting any gifts since he had so many sponsors, who had hundreds of people faint during his interview thinking they were his one true love, who’s adored by the Capitol populace, would always, always have sponsors lined up to send him gifts.
Gifts like the bread that signals when they’re escaping the arena, a gift that is vital to the plan.
Maybe that’s why Finnick was chosen to make the alliance at the start. Because he’d be guaranteed to be able to get the message of the bread
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Can I have a fanfic where jai gets hit in the crotch by irey, Mari, & lian either on purpose or accidentally?
For the sake of his gonads, we won’t have Mar’i and her super strength do it 😂😂 but I’ll do two little drabbles of when Lian and Irey did it. Light smut with Lian
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Irey
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”
“I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?!”
Wally knew this would happen. Sighing as he walks into the Omega living area with Dick and Roy, take out in hands to surprise the kids, he looks at his kids.
The 17-year-old twins, Jai and Irey, stand by the kitchen cabinets. A few years ago they were nearly the same height, Irey two or so inches taller than her brother. Then puberty swept through and shot Jai up to over 6 feet, leaving Irey at 5’4. Now his son is using that height to hold a bag of seaweed chips over his sister’s head.
“GIVE IT HERE OR—“
“OR WHAT YOU’LL BITE ME?! SO ORIG—FUCK!” Jai drops to his knees, hands covering his crotch. Irey catches the bag of chips in victory. She might be shorter than her brother, but she can kick high enough to reach his balls.
“IRIS ANNE WEST!”
“I WARNED HIM! HE FUCKED AROUND AND FOUND OUT!”
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Lian
“Fuck, Jai….” Lian groans, his lips brushing against her throat, making her shiver. After a busy three weeks, they finally found time to themselves. Jai lost his shirt within two seconds of entering the room. Lian’s came off before they tumbled onto the bed.
Jai could write entire dissertations about how much he loves her body. She’s never been a small girl, especially with the years of archery shaping her arms and shoulders, god the seminars he could give on back muscles. Stretch marks on thick thighs poking out from her running shorts. Gorgeous long legs tangled with his. Muscles ripping under scarred skin with every movement.
“I’m hungry, Li….mind if I have a snack?” He murmurs into her skin, hands sliding down her sides, hooking into the bottoms of her shorts. He hears the grin in her voice as her hips lift.
“Who am I to deny a speedster their favorite—“
BANG!
“GUYS!”
The bedroom door flies open, Colin’s excited shout startling them. Jai had been sitting up to pull her shorts off, losing balance and taking Lian off the bed with him. Between that and their still tangled legs, Jai shouts in pain as his girlfriend’s knee meets his errection, her shorts ripping in the fall.
“FUCK!” Jai curls up beside the bed, Lian grabbing a blanket to cover them.
“WHAT THE FUCK, COLIN!”
“Sorry!” The meta holds up his hands, slowly backing up from the angry archer. “Just wanted to tell you YJL is here. You okay, Jai?”
“No!” Jai squeaks. “That could have been a text!”
“Right…so I’m going to go now.” Colin ducks as Lian throws a boot at his head. Once he’s gone, she cups his face.
“Fuck, Jaibae, I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” he grunts. “I’d ask you to kiss it better, but that makes it hurt more.”
Lian kisses his temple. “When it feels better, I will, promise.”
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Photo Booth
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Roy Harper x GN!Reader
Type: Fluff
Word Count: 900+
Masterlist
Summary: Based of this prompt - A is at a carnival and notices an empty photobooth with a strip of photos left behind. Looking at them, A sees B, a lone figure, looking deeply morose, the pose unchanging. A pockets the photos on a whim and continues on their adventure; later, they notice B in the crowd…
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Roy Harper wandered through the colorful chaos of the carnival, the vibrant lights and lively music creating an electric atmosphere. His eyes scanned the bustling crowd, searching for the next thrilling ride or game to conquer. But something caught his attention, a photobooth tucked away in a quiet corner.
Curiosity piqued, Roy approached the booth, noting that it seemed abandoned. However, what caught his eye were the forgotten photos left behind, a strip of moments frozen in time. As he examined them, he noticed a lone figure gazing somberly at the camera, their expression filled with sadness and longing.
Something about those photos tugged at Roy's heartstrings. He couldn't help but feel a connection, a desire to uncover the story behind the mysterious figure captured in those frames. On a whim, he pocketed the photos and continued on his adventure, determined to enjoy the carnival to its fullest.
As the night wore on, Roy's thoughts occasionally drifted back to the enigmatic individual. He wondered who they were and what had brought them to the carnival with such a heavy heart. A part of him hoped he would cross paths with them again, to offer comfort or a listening ear.
And then, as if fate had heard his silent plea, Roy spotted a familiar face in the bustling crowd. It was the person from the photos, unmistakable in their appearance. Their eyes, once filled with sorrow, now carried a hint of surprise as they met Roy's gaze.
Taking a deep breath, Roy approached them, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. "Excuse me," he called out, hoping to catch their attention.
The person turned towards him, recognition dawning in their eyes. "Oh, it's you," they murmured softly, a slight smile playing at their lips.
"I couldn't help but notice those photos in the photobooth," Roy began, his voice gentle. "I found them intriguing, and I couldn't resist holding onto them. But I also wanted to make sure you were okay."
The person's smile grew, a flicker of vulnerability in their eyes. "Thank you," they replied, their voice laced with gratitude. "It was a difficult day, and those photos captured a moment I'm trying to move past."
Roy nodded understandingly. "Sometimes, it's good to have a reminder of where we've been, even if it's painful. But it's also important to remember that the future holds endless possibilities. We don't have to be defined by our past."
A warmth spread through the person's chest as they listened to Roy's words. They had come to the carnival seeking solace, hoping to find a glimmer of joy amidst their sadness. Little did they know that fate had led them to Roy, a kindred spirit who understood the weight of their emotions.
Together, they ventured deeper into the carnival, sharing stories, laughter, and even a few exhilarating rides. The presence of Roy by their side brought a sense of comfort, slowly easing the burden that had weighed heavily on their heart.
As the night drew to a close, Roy reached into his pocket, retrieving the strip of photos. "I think these belong to you," he said, handing them back with a smile.
The person accepted the photos, their fingers grazing against Roy's for a fleeting moment. "Thank you for finding them, and for finding me," they whispered, their voice filled with sincerity.
Roy's smile widened, his heart brimming with a newfound connection. "It was fate that brought us together, and I'm grateful for it. Let's make new memories together, ones that will overshadow the pain of the past."
Hand in hand, Roy and the person walked away from the carnival, ready to embark on a new chapter of their lives. In each other's company, they discovered the healing power of unexpected encounters and the profound impact that one person can have on another.
As Roy and his newfound companion walked away from the carnival, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They shared anecdotes, dreams, and aspirations, finding solace in the comfort of each other's presence. The weight of the past seemed to diminish with every step they took, replaced by a growing sense of hope and possibility.
Underneath the starlit sky, they found a quiet park bench and settled down, the sounds of laughter and music from the carnival fading into the distance. They couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Roy's unexpected intervention in their life. They marveled at the way a chance encounter had led to such a profound connection.
"I never expected to find someone like you today," they admitted, their voice tinged with wonder.
Roy smiled, his eyes reflecting the shimmering stars above. "Life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it. Sometimes, the most extraordinary moments happen when we take a chance and open ourselves up to new experiences."
They nodded in agreement, their heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The air between them was charged with unspoken emotions, the burgeoning connection becoming more palpable with each passing second.
"You know," Roy said softly, his voice filled with sincerity, "I feel like our paths were destined to cross today. It's as if the universe conspired to bring us together."
They felt it too, their cheeks flushing with a rosy hue. It was as if they had known Roy for much longer than just a few hours.
Roy reached out, gently cupping their hand in his. The touch sent a jolt of warmth coursing through their veins, their powers flickering in response to the surge of emotions. They marveled at the synchronicity of their connection, their powers aligning with their feelings.
In that moment, Roy leaned closer, his voice a mere breath away. "I don't know where this will lead us, but I want to explore it. Will you take a chance on me?"
Their heart skipped a beat as they met his gaze, their answer clear in their eyes. With a smile that radiated with hope and excitement, they nodded, their fingers entwined with Roy's.
And in that park, beneath the twinkling stars, they sealed their newfound bond with a tender kiss. The world around them faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of them, connected by fate and a shared desire for a future filled with love and adventure.
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hello! i've been sent here to ask about werewolf hunters, which i'm hoping will hurt me so good
I know who sent you, anon. XD So I'm not even gonna pretend I have no clue what's going on.
Let me take the obligatory deep breath for a scream about how OUaT introduced an actual werewolf hunter in S6. (Okay, yes, it was The Woodcutter, a bounty hunter, who oh so happens to specialize in werewolves. HALLO??) And then, I guess because of scheduling conflicts, had to swap Red for Blue by Snow's side. And I was, no, we were all robbed of that image of Red fighting somebody who would have not just taken the bounty on Snow's head, but gladly taken her hide. What a waste... Heartless is a fun episode, I even like how Snow and Charming accidentally meet without knowing and then end up with this extra fun sleeping curse...
Anyway, yes, well werewolf hunters. Totally a thing that does canonically excist in the EF. Back in Red-Handed Granny just said that a hunting party killed Anita. Which we know was a lie anyway, but makes you wonder how many specialists might be running around.
Something OUaT loves are cliches, which I think is very fine. You want some familiarity, so subverting packs a punch. And what could be more cliche than to have one possible story in your head where Red's father is a werewolf hunter? Make him the Romeo to Anita's Juliet. Make it terrible and tragic. Make that a reason why Anita hates humans even more. Because the one dude she fell for was born into a family of hunters, who kill her kind. With righteousness and thinking they are saving lives, not destroying them.
Think about this image of a young Anita falling in love with a raggedy handsome boy. And they just don't know. The father yes, I have named him Roger in the one WIP in my docs running with this concept, ssshhhh is on his own for a bit, away from the family, as is tradition. To learn about the world, witness beauty (he has to protect) and cruelty (he is fighting against).
It's time to ask more about werewolf lore.
Is there a difference between made-wolves (Granny) vs born ones (Red)? Does the wolfness fade for everybody? Why would Granny think Red might not have it (possible difference: a human father, unlike Anita)? Tell me more about silver to use against wolves. Did Anita have more extended family? What happened to Granny's husband? (Also omg Granny deserved an ep of her own to untangle that mess how she ended up marrying the guy who killed her brothers... dark much?!)
With the last, make the death of Anita's father hurt. Bring in those hunters. Show me how Granny took Red from Anita and managed to vanish. Leave Anita brokenhearted, bitter, filled with rage. And show me Red's father being a werewolf hunter with some regret and questions, but also consumed by anger in the end. MAKE IT TRAGIC! Show me how a wolf loving a human ends in tragedy and is no option. There's a reason it's funny that Dorothy points her crossbow at Ruby first thing, yesyes. She likes to hunt, too.
Look - werewolf hunters = POSSIBILITIES!
Not all huntsman like wolves the way Graham did. A minute of silence for the man, please.
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