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tarotbyopal · 2 months

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When will you find love?

Happy Thursday 22/02! Look at all of those 2s today! Is it a sign? It might be...let's find out?!

🫧Piles: 1-2-3

🫧Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Calm your breath and remove all of the thoughts from your mind. When you try to focus on the reading at hand which number or image comes to mind? That is your pile

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Pile 1 Your energy towards love

The Chariot, 3 of Pentacles, Death, The Hierophant

Pile 1 you guys are ready to go in hard and put the work into a connection. You want something that you can put work into and build from the ground. You are ready to go out and find the way and you want this. You may read a lot of love stories as well and daydream about your person or finding ‘the one’. You may already even have someone in mind or you may find yourself developing crushes extremely easily. I also feel like your views towards what a relationship is has changed - if you wanted to get married, you may realise that you don’t want anymore. If you didn’t want to get married you may suddenly be interested in doing so. Pile 1 you may find exs suddenly coming back to your life but juts know that your soulmate is not one of your exs…this is someone completely new.

When will you find love?

Page of cups, 9 of pentacles, knight of swords

I do feel like Pile 1 you are likely to find love between June-October 2024. It will happen whilst you are at a business/career/study event, you may even receive an award or you will be celebrated by your peers and superiors. This connection is likely to develop very very quickly - one moment your strangers, the next your engaged.

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icyg4l · 1 month

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PAC: Uncovering the Lies

Which area of your life have you been lying to yourself about? In this pick-a-pile, truths that you have been scared to face will be revealed to you. If you’ve been having any doubts about a situation, have been in denial about something or do not know about deceit, then it will all be confirmed/shown here. Without further ado, pick your pile.

Left-to-Right (1-4):

Pile One: If you chose the photo of the word ‘she’, then you’ve been lying to yourself about that situationship, or should i say ‘shituationship.’ You have the tendency to put a lot of energy into relationships in comparison to the other person. You hope for that person to come around and they simply don’t show up for you the way you want to. It’s time to stop trying with this person. This could honestly go for other relationships too like with a friend or a distant family member. You’re looking for some stability, Pile One. You’re not looking for a fair weather friend or a part-time lover. You’re looking for the full package & it’s time to stop denying yourself of that love you are seeking. You’re pure-hearted but need to start acting accordingly. Get a little more strict so that you can attract the relationship(s) that you are looking for. You deserve better. And I’m not going to lie, Pile One, people are saying that you deserve better behind your back. So, put yourself in a better position, love. I pulled some oracle cards for you for some advice that you can follow and here is what was said:

“A new romantic cycle begins”

“Communication is key”

“Nothing is yet set in stone”

Cards Used: 7 of Swords, Ace of Cups, Queen of Swords, 8 of Wands, Ace of Discs, The Chariot, Knight of Discs.

Signs: PISCES, Sag, Libra, Leo.

extras: let it go by elsa. flowers by iyla. red hair. glowing skin. honey. abandonment issues. gapped teeth. upbeat song listener. open heart chakra. peace sign. bridgit mendler. ivy league. political internship. yoga.

Pile Two: If you chose the pile of the headless woman, I would say that you definitely need a break, Pile Two. You deserve to come out and play with everyone else. When was the last time you went out for a drink with some friends, huh? You’re all work and no play. You’ve been saying that you’re fine when you’re not. I sense that you’ve been a little hotheaded lately because you have no outlet for your frustrations. Please, let loose. I’m channeling the movie Daddy’s Little Girls, specifically the scene where Monty and Julia go to the local bar after she has a long day at work and they end up bonding with one another over drinks. I think that’s what you need, babe. You’re such a hard worker but you’re also an overachiever. Those go hand-in-hand just like work and play. I feel like this pile is just so serious like your tolerance for things that you once could handle has probably decreased, so you’re more irritable nowadays. With that being said, you should probably book that flight or call up that friend. You need to just wind down. I pulled some oracle cards for you and here is what was said:

“Be bold and make the first move”

“What do you need to release?”

“Hold your vision”

Cards Used: Temperance, King of Discs, King of Swords, Death, King of Wands, Page of Wands.

Signs: Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio, Aquarius.

extras: refill by elle varner. work hard, play hard by wiz khalifa. smoke break. 22. paying close attention to the news. puffy eyes. headaches. going to bed early. miami for spring break. mean girls. stress eating. fight night.

Pile Three: If you chose the closeup of Megan Thee Stallion, then you’ve definitely gotten yourself into a sticky situation. There is some sort of pattern that you have not recognized yet and you’re wondering why this thing keeps happening to you. You feel like you cannot escape this toxic situation. One minute things are fine, the next minute, you feel like nothing can go right. Pile Three, you’ve grown accustomed to toxicity. It was taught to you as you grew up and you never really unlearned it. But I’m here to tell you that the relationship you’ve got yourself in is acting as a mirror for you to do better. Some call it a karmic relationship or a twin flame relationship. But either way, this is not meant to last for a long time. Everything will be okay as long as you choose to see things for what they are. This means attending therapy, doing the shadow work, crying, transmuting the pain into something beautiful and purging. Your situation is dysfunctional, Pile Three. But only you can get yourself out of it. I pulled some oracle cards for you and here is what was said:

“A fiery climax approaches”

“A personal issue reaches resolution”

“A time to give rather than take”

Cards Used: Page of Wands, Ace of Cups, The Tower (RX), Queen of Cups, Three of Swords, 5 of Wands, 7 of Cups, 4 of Wands (RX).

Signs: Taurus, Leo, Virgo, Aries, Cancer.

extras: chipped tooth. salt and vinegar chips. chocolate. breath of fresh air. greedy by ariana grande. twins. we belong together by mariah carey. fish and chips. wakanda forever. peppa pig. y8 games. tilapia.

Pile Four: If you chose the leopard’s paws/lady’s hands photo, then you need to stick to your word! You’ve been playing games. I feel like this pile doesn’t really believe in themselves. You’re your own biggest critic. You can be very nitpicky and judgmental or fall victim to the words of others and end up sulking because of it. You haven’t been putting in as much work to accomplish your dreams. The intuitive feeling that you get when you think of that idea — use this energy to create! Maybe you don’t have a lot of supporters around you and this is what’s preventing you from going hard. But that’s the thing, you can use the haters as your motivators. Very cliche what I just said, but it’s true. I feel that you think too much about what could be done instead of actually doing it. Don’t just talk about what you’re going to do. Be about it! You don’t even have to tell people what you plan to do. You can always keep it to yourself. That’s the best option for you anyway. Worry about the results later. You can do it, Pile Three! You got this! I pulled some oracle cards for you and here is what was said:

“Believe in the impossible”

“Nothing is yet set in stone”

“Expect powerful change”

Cards Used: The High Priestess, Seven of Swords, Justice, Prince of Swords, Princess of Cups, Strength, The Sun, Judgment, 4 of Cups.

Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Gemini, Pisces.

extras: close friends. the challengers. lorde fan. skin-to-skin contact. silver rings. LA. dynasty. pick me. time tables. clock in. red lipstick. side bangs. the game (2006). twiggy eye makeup. how high (2001).

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simpingland · 10 months

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Love is patient.//Aegon Targaryen II x wife!reader.

Moments before the coronation, Aegon's wife recalls her first memories with the Prince. Patience was key on this journey to make things right. And this patience let love to grow easily between them.

A/N: angst, Diane's assault does not happen here because It's the only way I can write this. TGC is the loveliest person ever, im(r)o.

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The first time you saw Aegon drunk was the first time you met him. And you knew from the start that the journey you were being forced into would not be an easy one. The prince was a little older, but a single word came out of his mouth, and you were the one who felt mature. The glory of the Targaryens, with their distinctive faces, their airs of divinity, did not show in any of Aegon's features. His mother scolded him for cutting his own hair on the very day your chariot pulled into the Red Keep. He gave you an awkward kiss on the hand and talked more to his brother Aemond than he did to you during the entire presentation dinner. The night was a disaster. You almost fell asleep in your own seat, with not a single charitable soul to speak to you.

"It's your duty," your father had told you over and over again. "You have a good chance of being queen."

"You don't need to scare her," your mother corrected him. She took your hand for the last time and said the words that were always echoing in your head. "He is a difficult man, and I understand that. But love can be many things, my dear. This love may be patience. Be patient and patient to welcome the good things with joy and to know how to overcome the bad things with peace of mind. Just...be patient."

Very few lords attended the wedding, and not even Rhaenyra and her family came to the ceremony. And you were glad to think that few were those who saw the humiliation of not receiving a single kiss from your now husband. When it was all over and the feast began, the music filled the room with joy, with Aemond and Helaena dancing, while your siblings found different partners to share the song. And all you had was Aegon beside you, who wouldn't let go of his cup for a second. From the corner of your eye, you could see that this drunkenness was unlike any you had seen before. He was faded, his eyes clear and glittering with sadness.

"Aegon," King Viserys trudged over to your seats, and you alone rose to pay him a courtesy. "Why don't you take your beautiful bride out dancing? By the gods, you'll bore her to death sitting here!"

You wanted to say you didn't have to, but contradicting the king was very wrong of you, and lying to yourself was also a bad habit. You really did want to dance, and you really did begin to die of boredom. When you looked at your groom, you saw him turn to look at you, his eyes still half closed, heavy with alcohol. Still, he stood up and offered you a hand. Your walk to the centre was full of applause.

"I warn you, I am not in my best powers of coordination, my lady," he warned you himself in a whisper.

"I hadn't noticed, my lord," you gave him a half smile, his hand dropping quite a bit into yours.

When the music began, the song was perhaps too lively for what you would have wished, and certainly for what Aegon would have wished as well. His steps were clumsy, and the rhythm of the music was too lively for what you might have wished. His steps were clumsy, and the pace was beginning to make him dizzy. He stepped over a few lords, and when he had to approach you, he would push you back by accident. Already bordering on embarrassment, you could see your parents blushing and looking at the scene with concern. And you could also see Alicent and Otto look at Aegon angrily. The old king looked confused.

"I can stop this," you whispered to him when you had him close.

"No," he replied. "I'm being a good husband."

Then he danced on. And soon what he was waiting for happened, Aegon fell to the ground. Everyone held back an exclamation, some of them hiding their laughter very badly. The prince was slumped on the floor, and before long he was vomiting up what was only wine. The sight was pitiful. One of your sisters approached you, as Ser Criston and Alicent approached Aegon. And when your sister tugged you away from the pool of wine, you broke free, moving closer to the prince who stirred slowly on the floor.

"My dear, you'll stain your dress," Alicent said.

"Let me help, Your Majesty." You replied.

With a handkerchief borrowed kindly from a nearby lord, you wiped Aegon's face and let him lean on you to slowly rise. His hands rested on your shoulders and yours on his arms. His face was red, and he seemed to regain some sense of shame.

"I think you should rest for a while," you said. He nodded.

And then Criston took over, putting the Prince's arm over his shoulder and leading him out of the room. Alicent walked behind, and as they walked away you could see Aegon turn his face to look at you. With a last glance at your family, you followed the Queen's path, straight to your husband's chambers.

"I asked only one thing of you, Aegon, just one," Alicent was saying to him on the way. She seemed to hold back quite a bit in your presence.

Criston left him sitting on the bed, and Aegon tried not to fall into it as his mother spoke to him.

"Tomorrow we will talk further." And then he turned to look at you. "I'm so sorry about this, love. I will tell the guests the bedding will be private."

"Oh, thank you, Your Majesty."

When Criston and Alicent left, they expected you to follow them as well, but you stood in the room.

"Have you not been shown to your rooms yet?" Alicent asked, quizzical.

"Yes, yes, I've located them... but I'd like to stay here a while longer. It's our wedding night, isn't it?" You sounded totally nervous but determined.

Alicent could only nod and force a smile before leaving with her knight. As the doors closed, you could hear Aegon finally collapse onto the bed.

"I wish to give you no offence... and the gods know I am the most willing man to do our duty that you will ever meet," Aegon said, and it was the sort of compliment you should learn to accept. "But tonight, I do not think I have the strength to achieve our goal," he said.

"I was not here for it, so I will take no offence."

Aegon turned his head to look at you, and he seemed much more alive than before.

"That's a pretty dress," he reached out to brush the fabric of the gown. "I'm sorry you got it stained with...my vomit."

"Don't worry, my prince. I could never wear it again."

You heard a laugh from him, which even startled you. But it was tender and unexpected, and it made you proud. Aegon repositioned himself better to give you a place on the bed and tapped his side, asking you to lie down beside him. Before you did, you picked up a tray of fruit and filled a glass of water. And before you lay down, you offered Aegon the water.

"The Maesters say that alcohol should be compensated with water." You watched as Aegon sat up so he could drink his glass without choking. And though he hesitated at first, he ended up drinking it whole and with need.

"I did not remember the taste of water..." he put the glass back in your hand. "And it's a disappointing taste."

When you finally lay down beside him, Aegon enjoyed the fruit on the tray, offering you some grapes.

"Is it always going to be like this?" You asked. He stopped chewing to look at you. "This humiliation. Are you going to be drunk every day of our lives?"

At your hurt tone, Aegon did not know what to answer, but he sounded remorseful, trying to compose an apology or some excuse. He swallowed his food before speaking.

"I have never had reason to be sober, my lady. No one has given them to me."

"Is your mother not worth it? Is your father not worth being proud of you?"

"What my father wants of me is very different from what my mother wants of me. I will never do well in their eyes."

"And at what point is it a much better option to wander around the castle blind with alcohol?"

"It's the only thing that makes me forget how useless I really am."

You couldn't help but run your hand over his face, trying to get him to look at you. His eyes were shining again, but they seemed much more alive than in the room.

"We all have our duty to do. And not all of us are good at it, but we all try."

"You seem like a person suited to this kind of life."

"I'm responsible. I like to think I am, at least. But don't you dare think that I don't wish I was somewhere else right now, with my horse and music nearby. I don't like to pour water to drunk men or stain my clothes with their vomits. But I do it because, somehow, It's now my duty. I will fulfil it for my family's name's sake. I would like to start a family and I will need your help to protect it. Just as you are going to need mine. It is what I believe is right."

You watched as Aegon nodded. He stroked your hand on his face and got out of bed to rummage through his wardrobe. You watched as he stumbled over his own mess but managed to pull out a long white shirt. He left it on the bed for you.

"This will do, so you can change into something clean." He stood expectantly.

"I already have clothes to change into in my rooms," you turned him down, but with a coy smile.

"Oh... all right," he looked disappointed. He looked sweeter than you had ever seen him, still dressed in his groom's robes. His suit was blue and gold, like his dragon Sunfyre. He went to pick up the shirt when you changed your mind, placing his hand on top of it, preventing him from pulling it away.

"Although...I don't trust my sense of direction around the castle in this darkness. Do you mind if I stay?"

"No..." You saw a soft smile appear on his lips. "Not at all... you are already my wife."

You changed in a dark corner of the room, and though Aegon said he would not spy on you, you caught a glimpse of him slyly rolling his eyes, trying to make out your figure in the gloom. The shirt made you look rather unattractive, in your opinion, but the loose hair and lack of tight fabrics made you feel so comfortable that you forgot all about your appearance. Aegon also shed the tight jacket and breeches and was left in a camisole similar to your own.

"Thank you for lifting me up in the hall..." he said after you had mocked the dreadful attire you had witnessed throughout the day. "It's not the first time I've fallen down. But it is the first time someone has helped me as tenderly as you have helped me."

"Don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry I humiliated you."

"I don't want your apology. I want you to promise me that you will try to change."

"And how can I change?" He sounded surrendered.

"With patience."

"I'm not patient, I'm afraid."

"Well, I am... I'll share some with you."

"Oh no... you're going to make an annoying wife, aren't you?" He joked, making you laugh. "You're going to ask me out dancing a lot. And I'm going to have to greet a lot of gentlemen and lie about how pretty their wives are..."

In the comfort of shirts and bed, a few hours passed as exhaustion begged you to sleep, not yet having consumed the marriage. You granted him a kiss on the lips. They were the taste of one and figs. After that night, it took you a long time to even set foot in your room.

The days passed more quietly, with Aegon showing you his favourite parts of King's Landing, trying to avoid the whorehouse, though you knew he had visited it a hundred times. You never reproached him, for since you were married, he had hardly left your side. In fact, he was the annoying husband. He asked you a thousand times to fly over Sunfyre. The only thing you insisted on was that he should not refill his wine glass during lunches and dinners. It was as simple as holding his hand fondly as he approached the decanter. The next day, you noticed that the lack of hangover manifested itself in long expeditions to which you went half-dragging. Soon, you understood what Aegon meant by his father's wishes and his mother's. Viserys enjoyed Aegon's Aegon. Viserys enjoyed the more talkative, joker, and absent side of him, the one who was a good spare heir behind Rhaenyra and her children. He barely paid him any mind, always reminiscing about his eldest daughter and his late wife. Then there was Alicent, and close behind her was Otto. The Hightower wanted in Aegon the malice that could reside in him, the malice that wanted more than to be a prince. They compared him incessantly to Rhaenyra and to Aemond, who was younger than he was, and therefore even more humiliating.

On nights when you returned from those uncomfortable dinners, Aegon would become extremely nervous, and you could not stop him from asking for a large flagon of wine. Your words did him no good, but you remembered your mother's advice. You had to welcome bad things with patience. And you watched him drink in front of the fire and asked a guard to watch him when he moved drunkenly around the castle. The next day, you helped him freshen up with a bath and get rid of the horrible headache.

On one of the nights when it happened again, you went to extreme measures before he ordered his alcohol.

"Perhaps a walk with Sunfyre will clear our heads, Aegon."

"'Our'?" He looked at you quizzically.

When you nodded, his face changed completely, and in the dead of night, he asked for his dragon to be prepared for a ride. Aegon was so pleased that he barely noticed that you were terrified. And you didn't say anything, of course, you liked seeing him so happy. Sunfyre was beautiful and quite a good boy, but that didn't take away your terror at the heights he could reach.

"Come on, wife, the tingling in the stomach is what makes it fun."

"I disagree."

As he laughed at you, he put your hands around his chest. He was quite a fit man, and over the past days and flirting, you found yourself more and more wanting to touch him and hold him close to you. Perhaps the dragon was a good idea, after all. Sunfyre led you to Kingswood, a place you mentioned you had never seen. And the whole flight was spent in places whose names Aegon made up to distract you, surprising you with the absurdity of the game. There was the odd surprise pirouette that he couldn't avoid, making you scream and squeeze him. But all in all, it was quite fun.

It was in the forest where you wandered, talking about unimportant things that kept your mind off all the crowns and iron chairs. It was that night when you consummated the marriage. You gave him the kiss that set it all on fire, the deepest kiss you had ever given each other. And he continued it with even more passion, clearly the more experienced of the two. He undresses you right there, and you undressed him as well. In the soft grass, only the moon could see you become one at last. You awoke at dawn and returned to the Red Keep with red faces and dishevelled hair.

"You're glowing," he whispered to you before he had to leave you to attend a meeting, pulling away your hair to give you a kiss on the neck.

All those memories flashed through your mind as Aegon leaned against the carriage window, on his way to be crowned King, his sister unbeknownst to their treason, his father recently dead, and war knocking at the door. They had dressed you too, and the thought of being queen made your stomach churn more than it already did.

"I'm afraid," Aegon suddenly confessed to you. "I'm not going to be good for this."

"I'm afraid too..." You took his hand. "We have to be smart, Aegon. We must protect ourselves."

"You should run while you can. I can order Ser Arryk to send you away... until all is safe again."

"No!" The thought horrified you. "I can't abandon you. We need you."

You brought your hand to your belly. You watched as Aegon's eyes widened with surprise.

"Gods..." he knelt before you, his head close to your knees, the din of the city seemed to hush inside the carriage. The light through the windows rattled on your skin, and the scene seemed like something out of Aegon's imagination.

"We must flee."

"It is too late now." Tears were falling, and your husband wiped them away, overwhelmed. "They won't let us scape this, you know that."

The carriage finally stopped, and Aegon had to bolt the door, which would only hold the guards for a second.

"Then, wife, I will do my true duty to protect our family. But as you said that day, I need your help...it is what I believe is right. Let us have hope. Never before I have felt this love for anything. Never before has anyone ever shown me as much love as you. I'll do everything in my hand to keep us safe. The only thing that matters to me is you and everything that involves you. My only friend is you."

Trying to regain your normal breathing, wiping your cheeks, you nodded as Aegon gave you a kiss on the forehead, another very soft, slow kiss on the cheek, which you couldn't help but drop your face to his touch and essence, and a kiss on the lips. Before removing the latch, he gave you a last kiss on your belly, making you giggle.

A look of complicity and a final sigh to enjoy a moment of peace before your heads held the crowns.

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noctivague · 2 months

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Pick a Card: Which patterns or beliefs do you need to release?

I still have a few free readings to go through but I felt like doing on of those pick a card/pile reading because ngl I consume a lot of them recently and they surprisingly work..?

Topic of the day is: Which patterns or beliefs do you need to release?

I don't care about likes are reblogs, but if you could tell me what pile you got and if it resonated, that'd be great!

How does it work?

Look at the picture, select the one that draws you in the most and go read your pile. Take what resonates and leave out the rest. These readings are meant for multiple people so all details might not resonates with your situation.

PILE 1

Cards: 9 of Swords + 7 of Cups; 3 of Cups + The Ocean; First Light: "Beginning a new Cycle" + Aletheia: Truth

There is an intense sense of inner worry, tension and despair, might even keep you up at night or give you nightmares. You have a tendency to daydream or over-focus on various things as a way to distract yourself from the situation. Like a magpie going for one shiny thing to the next, never feeling fully satisfied or stopping to settle mentally anywhere. You running away from your feelings as a coping mechanism and indulging in escapist tendencies.

The pattern in question seems to be excessive indulgence, may be partying. I see something that involves more than you, in any case. Perhaps you are using relationships/social stuations or substances. Either that, or I'm getting that some of you might be stuck in a toxic relationship or some kind.

I see you drowning yourself in harmful behaviors or situations in order not to face your emotions, over-relying on your ego, in other words, staying on the surface of the waters of your self and avoiding to look inside the murky waters.

The advice on how to release is to accept that a new cycle is starting, which implies the death of something old and rotten and the beginning of something new. Face your fears of the unknown and embrace the new cycle you are called to step into. Winter is melting away and spring is just around the corner, as long as you're willing to step into it!

You need to reconnect with your deeper self, face your own truth in order to embrace a life of authenticity and a greater sense of health (mental, emotional and physical). How are you lying to yourself? Don't make excuses, don't gaslight yourself. There is a sense that you not only need to realize that, but you also need to make a act of truth. That can be changing your behavior or acting towards something that's good for you.

PILE 2

Cards: Temperance (reversed) + 8 of Wands (reversed); 7 of Wands + Kairos "Mythical Time" + The Threshold (reversed) + The Lovers (reversed); The Chariot (reversed) + Wise Leader "You are a beacon for others"

You are currently feeling completely depleted and in need of a good rest. You also feel like there is no movement in your life, that you are stagnant, unmotivated and exhausted. You balance is out of whack and no matter what you do it seems you can never bring your energy levels back up.

The pattern to be released is your stubbornness to fight through everything with sheer willpower alone, which is not possible since your inner fire is depleted. You are also in some way trying to prove other people something but it's suffocating you. There is a sense that you are fighting against the timely order of things, that you are not accepting that some things take time and patience to progress and change. You are being asked to change your ways but there is a great rigidity coming from you when it comes to that. The Lovers here I think indicate a choice of you to do things differently that you are refusing to make, which causes disharmony and imbalance between the different parts of yourself. Perhaps the core issue is also you trying to keep a balance between you and other people, but it's a very toxic situation because you are sacrificing yourself in the process.

You can face this pattern by releasing your underlying fear of failure that is pushing you to run yourself on overdrive. There is also a sense that you are indecisive and struggling to make the choices that will bring back into balance (also indicated by the Lovers). I get the sense that your restless energy is making you run around in circles, completely wasting your sense of direction.

The overall advice is to grab the reins of your life, be your own leader and stop trying to please others and compare yourself to unattainable standards. You need to take care of yourself first and foremost, listen to your own rhythm. Life is not a race and you've got time to figure your shit out, but you need to heal yourself first.

PILE 3

Cards: 2 of Wands + Queen of Wands; 7 of Swords (reversed) + The Temple + The Underworld; Page of Cups (reversed) + Choosing your Path "All is possible" + Wondrous Universe "Walk in Beauty"

Just a heads up but I feel like this is the spiritual pile.

Your current situation is that you are seeking something that is missing, be it some type of truth about yourself or the universe. However it seems you are not in possession of your own power and you are looking in the wrong direction. The Queen of Wands is a really strong card signifying personal wisdom and power, but in this position, it's like you don't see it and you're giving it away. The cat is the only one who's looking forward so I get that deep down you know that something is not right, but it's buried deep within in the darkness.

When it comes to the pattern at hand, it seems you are not listening to your own inner voice and relying too much on external advice which might be misleading. Again, with the Temple I'm getting that you are looking in the wrong direction, that you are not listening to yourself and your own guidance but rather focusing on something that is untrue for you. Perhaps even you are relying on your spirituality too much and it's making you lose touch with your physical life. The Underworld signals being in denial about the warning signs about this situation and that you are avoiding walking on your own path.

The advice on how to release that pattern is to stop over-relying on external spiritual wisdom. You might need to detach yourself from a negative influence.

Remember that you are free and that you should not accept the rules and expectations placed on yourself by others. You need to move forward and embrace the infinite form of goodness of life that you seem to have forgotten. Reclaim your power. There is beauty all around and within you and it's time to see it. Reconnect with the wonders of life, of nature, of love in all its form. Only then you'll be able to move foward again.

PILE 4

Cards: Justice + The Sun + Ace of Pentacles (reversed); The Moon + The Mirror; 3 of Pentacles (reversed) + Ascending the Mountain "Keep going forward" + Wise Leader "You are a beacon to others"

It seems you are struggling to make a decision and seizing the opportunities offered to you. I get a sense that you are overly positive about something in a slightly delusional way and you are struggling to have a balanced outlook on your situation, which is making you miss out on something else that's actually beneficial for you. The Sun is usually a super positive card but in this context, I feel like the light is so bright that what you see is becoming hard to see and out of focus.

What needs to be released is signified by the Moon, which again speaks of illusions cast by yourself and your beliefs. This is also shown by the mirror. Mirror can shatter and distort reality, so I think this is really speaking of something you're currently doing or believing that is not real. You are failing to see the truth of the situation.

The way to release that is to realize that you need to be willing to open up, be truthful with yourself and learn from your mistakes. All hope is not lost though, far from that! You have the strength to carry through, you just need to find the determination to move forward and put in the work and diligence. You might not make a linear progress and feel like you're making three steps forward and two steps back, but you must continue regardless.

Don't hold back and honor your truth. There is a well of wisdom within you but you need to be willing to tap into in, be brave, and make the decision to shatter the lies you either tell yourself or are being told. At the end of the day you are the one in charge, you are the one in power, but you need to learn to be truthful, authentic, and make informed decisions.

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neptune-ian · 27 days

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can you do a reading on how bts will react or feel about their fans behaviour / fans reactions when they do get into a solid relationship? thanks very muchly!

How will BTS react to their fans’s reaction about their relationship?

Seokjin

The Moon, The Death, Queen of wands, three of cups rx, three of wands, eight of swords, seven of swords, /The Hermit\

Note : 😬

He would not be happy at all. Like, not happy AT ALL. He could withdrawn from the media/public for a moment the time it all passes and calm down. In fact he could be very closed off and would do what he can to not hear of the fans’s reaction or even try to stop them from talking about it. He would be disappointed at fans’s reaction but it won’t stop him to say what he has to say : his mind, the truth. He want that to stop so he will probably communicate it somehow but not being open to fans’s opinion for instance : he is the one talking and you are the one listening. Nothing more and nothing else. He seems so annoyed and pissed I imagine him be like « Yaah seriously don’t talk about that, you have no rights and I do not want you to talk about it. Shut it ».

Yoongi

The Hanged Man, King of swords, Ace of cups rx, ten of pentacles, ten of cups, four of swords, four of wands, three of cups, nine of wands, /The Devil\

Note : 😏🤨

Oh well he would expect it but it won’t stop him from loving less his fans at that very moment… somehow disappointed but more like « really? » besides that he would enjoy it because at the end of the day he would still stay with his lover and support them through that moment. He could like it because it’s as if he is teasing the angry fans with it « you don’t like it? I don’t care *kiss his partner* ». He would stay very objective, stern and composed. He won’t act over his emotions at all and will patiently wait for it to cool down but he won’t let people say bad things over him nor his other one. He is proud of his relationship and is so in love with them (note : my heart started to melt and getting warmer). He would only see his lover.

Hoseok

The Sun, The High Priestess, The Devil, The Hanged Man, The Wheel of Fortune, The Chariot rx, The Star rx, Queen of cups, three of pentacles, ten of swords in horizontal, /three of swords\

Note : 😮‍💨🥱

Somehow he would be unbothered yet bothered? Well it won’t stop him to show off his relationship and enjoy every moment with his significant other. Like the other two he would be disappointed but more like « why are you all breaking my heart with that reaction of yours? Can’t I be happy? » but not in a sad way, in a pissed tone. He will let it pass but at the same time be more or less vocal with it — which means he could still post photos, tours, trips and all with his partner and everyone would know it but he won’t care, on the flip side he would be tired of hearing his fans being immature, mean and unconsiderate of his joy with the one he loves. He will mostly rely on time and not give too much of his energy on something he can’t control.

Namjoon

The Emperor, The Emperess, The World, The Hanged Man in horizontal, Queen of swords, two of wands, two of pentacles, three of swords, /six of wands\

Note : 😊🤓

He will be the luckiest for now, it seems that Namjoon won’t be bothered at all and would stay composed and confident! He won’t be as sad as the others and will try to focus more on his relationship and himself rather than what the fans have to say. I also think that his partner would be of a great great support for him! They could take the lead in that circumstance actually… talking for them both to calm the situation quicker and it could even work. People would actually defend them quite quickly and he would be grateful for that do that for him but also his person. His work, his relationship and himself would have more importance than the fans’s reaction and would move on from it quite easily!

Jimin

The Sun rx, The Wheel of Fortune rx, The Moon rx, The Death, The Temperance, Ace of swords, nine of wands, five of cups, seven of cups, three of pentacles rx, /The Chariot\

Note : ☹️🫥

He would be the most sad among them all ; while the others would be defensive Jimin would be sad and annoyed… but he will try to stay calm and have his mind clear. Though he would feel unlucky in that situation because he may have thought that his fans would be happy for him and supportive but also becaude he wanted his relationship to stay a secret unless he decides it won’t be hidded anymore. He would still stay with his person but would defend them publicly and show people that he is not scared of their bad comments on them two. He would try his best and try everything he has to have what he wants (privacy, understanding, compassion, tranquility…). I think he will mostly try to take care of his mental health because he doesn’t want to fall back where he used to fall when people judged him.

Taehyung

The World, The Star, The Hanged Man in horizontal, Queen of swords rx, Knight of swords in horizontal, five of swords, /The Wheel of Fortune\

Note : 😎😐

He won’t care that much it seems? Not because it was unexpected but he just doesn’t care that much about what people have to say about him, his life and especially his love life. He would just ne happu that people will know he is in a relationship that he loves with the person he loves. He would be vocal about the issues he would be facing but not everytime/often. He will just talk about it whenever he feels like it then for x time he won’t talk about it no more. However it won’t stop him to feel disgusted, bothered and tired of the fans’s reaction. He won’t appreciate it but will just rely on time to do its work and keep focusing on his relationship. Actually he could even tease in a way fans just to piss them off more and mock them after in a innocent way but to make it clear for everyone that he is with whoever he wants and that he loves them. If he choosed to be with them it’s because there are reasons that are personal to him and no one is invited to give their opinion — a bit like Seokjin.

Jungkook

The Emperor, The Hanged Man, The Chariot, The fool rx, Knight of cups, Page of swords, five of cups, /The Hermit\

Note : 😢

Jungkook would be so sad yet he would still stay bold to talk with his fans. He would be open to communicate his feelings and thoughts and share his mind with his fans for them to understand him. It would be his way to calm the fans… he would be very understanding of the fans and be compassionate with them to not hurt them and add fuel to fire already. It won’t mean that he will accept whatever they will say to him not at all, he would stay firm but he would also want to be open to communication because he values understanding a lot. Communication would be important for him at that moment. He would be very logical, in his power (so he could intimidate his fans as he won’t budge at all not in a stubborn way but because he is very confident) and be very honest and direct. After that, he could just withdrawn for a moment from the media and the public in general just to take of himself and make sense out of it all and the information he gather to his fans.

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sheep-from-rad · 2 years

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Request!!! genshin sagau where it's imposter au... BUT the archons recognize reader as their "creator" and take reader under their wing as soon as possible instead of immediately going for reader's head like the mortals.

bonus points if reader gets taken in JUST AS THE MORTALS WERE ABOUT TO EXECUTE THEM. And then the Archons wreak havoc on their nations for "Attempting to execute our Creator."

SAGAU IMPOSTOR AU: Saved before execution Note: Yooo welcome to the inbox and I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. Another I’m sorry: This came out a little dark? Requests are open 24/7 but mini note here: I’m a little slow. No, not little. I’m a turtle. Can you guess who this informant is?Warnings: Attempted Execution :D and violence :D Masterlist

Zhongli grumbled quietly as he took a mouthful of hot tea as his ears drowned in the sound of clamouring that was starting to get in his nerves. It all started when an anomaly coloured the entirety of the night sky gold followed by what seems to be a few days of darkness followed by prosperity such as nature looking more alive. He and the other archons know that it was their creator that finally came to grace their land but right before they could venture out, someone already came in front of their faces, holding a few instruments, saying that it took too long for them to come home.

The worst part of this person’s deal is the fact that they know all three of them archons, Venti, Raiden and himself and it made people buy his plot immediately. It angered him that the fraud is basking on the wealth from innocent people and basically trying to gain control of the whole Teyvat itself but it angers him more that his anonymity together with Venti is now compromised. No amount of mora or liquor can bring back the anonymity and normal life that they both want.

“AN IMPOSTOR WAS CAPTURED!”

Zhongli puts his cup down as he listens to the clamour. The person that took their creator’s role has a security too tight that people can only come at arm’s length. There never was a problem because no one can even come up to them and now there’s an impostor?

The dragging finally stopped and your body hit the cobblestone ground. One moment you were trying to pet the slime and thank it for sending you fruits to eat and then suddenly you were being dragged by soldiers in different uniforms. Behind you was a bright trail of blood from your knees that acquired more than scrapes from the rough ground. People started gathering around you like vultures waiting for an animal to die for them to feast on.

It didn’t take long until the crowd parted and someone who looked like they held a high authority picked you up by yanking your hair upwards. The person was clad in expensive looking robes, a crystal crown shining on their head and a matching necklace. Their eyes looked at you with disdain and lips forming a sneer. “You have gall to show your face”, they said before letting go of your hair and kicking you to the side.

‘What have I done wrong to experience this?’ you asked. Truthfully, the answer is unknown and might even be none. Many nights ago when you were still able to sleep properly, you always had a recurring dream of falling down in a golden carriage with seven figures of divinity waiting for you to come down. It has happened. The golden chariot, the cold wind that first greets your being, and even those little slimes that seem to be protective of themselves and attack other creatures that come close. The reality however was merciless and far from the recurring dreams.

The guards behind you finished dragging what seemed to be a cage with chains on it. The cage doesn’t have bars except for the four pillars that hold it together. “Tie the wretched impostor inside the cage. Those with visions, beleaguer them to death.” One moment you were just making friends with slimes and now you’re going to be dying in front of people who seemed to take delight in your situation.

Before the guards could get close your surroundings got dark and before you knew it, you were in the arms of someone. The guards that were supposed to grab you took your place on the ground all unconscious. “It’s alright. We’re here now.” You look up to see a woman in winter like clothing. Gentle snowflakes dance on her hair but her eyes look as cold as general winter as she looked at the person in front of her. The woman only pressed you closer to her chest, giving you her warmth and not minding if the bloodstains ever ruin her pristine clothing.

And there you see it, the seven figures in the recurring dreams. One of them is holding you protectively, three of them are behind the two of you, greeting you with a smile on their faces and the other three are facing the person who just ordered to get you killed.

The one in purple looked at them coldly. “You’re under arrest for impersonating and trying to kill our creator”, she said. As the crowd around them started whispering, the person only huffed and crossed their arm, “What do you mean by impersonating? I AM THE CREATOR.”

The other person in green laid out the documents in front of one another. “The information gathered by our informant said the other thing.” Papers were passed around and the whispering of people became loud shouting. “It is all false! Don’t listen to them!”The person shouted but no one seemed to pay attention. Masked men and women took their stand behind the three figures who gave out the papers, unlike the people around them they didn't seem to be easily swayed by the person’s reasoning and attempted persuasions.

The woman in blue pressed you closer with your head resting on their neck. “Cover your ears, it will be over soon.” A scream echoed in the town marking the end of the life of a clown.

At the distance, a smile graced a blonde woman’s lips. She was supposed to explore a new island when the archons cornered her and asked her to work for them. Well, ‘asked’ was not really the proper term seeing that the Electro archon reminded her of her crimes back in Inazuma from years ago. Seeing how the crowd is dissipating and the archons tending the creator, it looks like her side job paid off.

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daytaker · 3 months

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Obey me characters of your choice (though I’m heavily leaning towards mammon here) reacting to finding out MC is a street racer?

I love your writing sm, you never disappoint!

This question is very specific but really entertaining. Let's take a look at this from the perspectives of Mammon, Simeon, and Solomon.

Mammon

"Wait, humans do what? ...For fun? Do ya not all realize how easy it is for your little bodies to break?"

Mammon is of two minds when it comes to you being a street racer. First of all: that's fuckin' 'sick, you're such a badass, that's his human right there, the one in the unsanctioned public race, and he'd 100% stand at the finish line with a homemade banner whooping like an idiot.

On the other hand, this is actually pretty concerning. Because you're a human. And humans are...squishy. And... well. Cars aren't. Human versus car, it's really no contest.

So of course you would be into street racing, now that he thinks about it. It'd be weirder if there was some activity you could do that put your life in danger and you decided not to do it. But for the love of Diavolo, at least wear a seatbelt. Please?!

Simeon

"Make sure to let me know when your next race will be. Luke and I will be cheering for you!"

Five weeks later, on the streets of [REDACTED], cameras capture your vehicle tearing across the finish line. In the background, holding a hand-made banner that says "WE LOVE YOU MC!" are a young man who is cheering, delighted, and a small boy who looks like he's about to burst into tears.

Solomon

"I'm not surprised. That seems right up your alley. I'm actually a fairly experienced racer myself."

Solomon thinks it's great you have a hobby. As an immortal human with some fairly numb dopamine receptors, racing, be it in a car, in a chariot, or aboard an oared vessel, serves as one of the few activities that continue to excite him.

To be clear, when he says he's an experienced racer, he means that he's done it a lot of times, not that he's good at it. If he was too good at it, it would stop working. Solomon understands on a very deep, somewhat disturbing level that the true appeal of activities like street racing is the ever-present potential of meeting a horrible, flaming death. He doesn't want that to actually happen to you, but he gets the feeling you've leveled up and out of "likely to die in a street race gone awry" territory.

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the-wild-candy · 1 year

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If your spirit guide was a person irl - who would they be to you?

💚How to pick a pile - I want you to close your eyes and imagine an aura, a painting, or maybe even a face which you think reminds you of your spirit guide. Once you've done that, take a deep breath, open your eyes and the picture which grabs your attention the most, is your pile.

💚Credit to Pinterest for these pictures.

💚This is for entertainment purposes only. Take what resonates and leave what doesn't. I really appreciate feedbacks!

Pile 1

Queen of swords - The lovers - knight of cups - five of coins - four of swords - ace of wands

If your spirit guide was a person irl, they would either be your soulmate, a motherly figure who seems cruel to the eye but is actually a sweetheart, {or a pet bird if we incorporate spirit animals into this}. They would be the type of person who would stop you to go out late at night because they are worried about your safety. The person who would keep you safe in the locks of their heart. I am hearing "you'll be safe in my heart". They'll be very protective over you. I am mostly picking up on them being a romantic partner to you. They would teach you the true learning behind sufferings.

They would make you see lessons which you would be blinded to in times of pain and sacrifice. I am hearing "please see the light". Your spirit guide would be the type of person who would provide you direction. They are the person who would stare at you lovingly but also get really mad if anything bad was to happen to you, especially if you're the reason the bad thing has happened. Sort of like "I am the reason of my own destruction". They are the type of person you'd meet on a cold lonely night and see the warmest shades of stars dancing and raining along with the snowflakes. Their sole purpose is to make you see the teachings one single sacrifice/period of pain can give you.

They would teach you how to rise up and above what's hurting you. I am hearing "it's the cycle of love and hate, a cycle of pain and death, it's all karma". They will act as a wise teacher, perhaps a guide who would lay a soothing hand on your head and tell you to not give up even if the needles prick your skin. They would motivate and inspire you to paint your story on a canvas in a bright red shade merging with the color of a flame. Your spirit guide would be behind you realising that thorns come with roses, it's just the way you want to look at it.

Pile 2

The empress - the chariot - the hermit - king of wands - knight of cups rx - five of wands rx - three of swords rx

Some of you were attracted to pile 1 as well. You might wanna check it out, there may be some messages for you in there.

I am picking up on a mysterious guru. A literal guru. Spirit was creating so mush mystery as to who would they be to you. I kept hearing "monk" and "Buddha", "path to enlightenment". They would be someone who has devoted their whole life in the name of God. Someone who could've swore in the name of God in one of their past lives. I feel like they could even be a warrior in their past life. They are extremely powerful.

Even when they'll be in contact with you as a person, they will be kind and gentle. The way they will explain things to you will be very black and white. There's no gray area here. They'll bring you clarity but there will always be an enigmatic glow to them. It's like you will never be able to know all of them. You'll get to know little bits and pieces of who they really are. They will wear masks, a mask of a frenemy, a supporter and cheerleader, a guide. It all depends on what they want to do. They will teach you the strength in being honest, charming and passionate at the same time.

I am hearing "magic wand". It's possible that they'll give you tricks of handling different situations in life. Ngl, i feel like they could even teach you witchcraft and magick. They would be a very blunt person. They'll point you out when you'll act moody or petty. They will teach you how important it is to avoid conflicts sometimes. I had a vision of someone saying "don't be so uptight" while making an annoyed face. Yeah, they won't take any bs. But they would surely teach you how to build a whole damn empire with your bare hands (okay that was intense). They would teach you the art of forgiving, overcoming grief and optimism.

Pile 3

Six of coins - the world - two of swords - seven of swords - five of coins rx - the hierophant rx - ace of coins

An old kind lady who feeds animals on a daily basis (could even be your grandmother), or a friend with whom you fall in love with eventually but seperate as the time goes by. The type with whom you go on adventures with followed by sheer joy and no regrets. They would be the type of person who would be able to see your dried up tears. The type who would make you chicken soup or get you chicken nuggets when you get sick or are in a bad mood. I am hearing "you are the most beautiful memory of my life". They would make you see what you really want in life.

Your true desires, the days you have to chase. It's giving classic - right person, wrong time but again, it's supposed to be a phase/ a period in your life. A cycle you go through together, and come to end of that very same cycle together. They would teach you how to be more decisive. Choose the path which really calls out to you. They would teach you to strategize, and safe yourself from nasty/sticky situations. It's like they will help you become street smart. They will teach you acceptance, they will make you see the positive changes in life. They will also help you in improving your finances/financial stability. They will encourage you to go after what you want, even if it doesn't fit the society's expectations.

"You wanna do something? Try something new maybe? Go for it." That's how they'll react. They will guide you majorly in the field of money, abundance and investments. Your spirit guide will help you pick up on missed or hidden opportunities. Remember how i mentioned "adventures" in the beginning? It makes sense now because they are so keen on you experiencing all that you really want from life. They will teach you a whole bunch of life skills which will stay with you forever but in the most discrete and entertaining possible. Also, i feel like they'll have a good sense of humor. They will be the type of person who would laugh at the silliest things ever and then give the best advice written in the books of mankind (exaggeration but you get the point).

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junosartsthetic · 2 years

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Catcalled

SDC reacting to you getting catcalled. RIP the catcallers but not really because they deserved it. Contains swear words and some suggestive content. Written for female readers.

It happened while you and the crew were walking along a busy Egyptian street. The sun burned particularly brightly that day, and you had resorted to tying your shirt up into a crop top and rolling up your already short shorts as high as they could go. Despite your efforts, your skin still shone with sweat as you fanned yourself uselessly. You’d never get used to the weather in Egypt—that you knew. But you and the others were on a mission, and no amount of heat could stop you.

Unfortunately for you, a group of rowdy drunks thought you sweating to death looked appealing enough to shout something about it. Of course. It seems men everywhere on Earth could be complete douchebags. Lovely.

“Hey, baby! Why don’t you take it all off!” yelled an older man, waving a bottle around.

“Nice ass, slut!” called another.

“C’mere and I’ll show you a good time, huh!” a third chimed in.

Gross. Gross. Gross. You cringed, teeth gnashing together as you spun on your heels, ready to tell them off, but it seems your boyfriend had already beat you to it.

Jotaro

The only thing he muttered was “good fuckin’ grief,” before springing into action. To anyone else, it would look like the men spontaneously exploded—blood flew everywhere as Star Platinum sucker-punched the bastards over and over again. Star didn’t stop until the men lay in a gore-soaked pile, all groaning and crying in pain from their anguish.

Though they didn’t catch it, you threw up your middle finger as a final “fuck you” to the assholes who thought it was a good idea to cat-call you. “Keep your mouths shut next time, motherfuckers,” you spat, shooting a final glare before rejoining your companions. The others stood there, varying degrees of concern or awe plastering their faces.

“You okay?” Jotaro asked under his breath. He bumped into you lightly, causing you to lock eyes with him. He rose a brow.

You nodded, bumping him in return before linking your arm with his. “I’ve dealt with my fair-share of gross men. If you hadn’t jumped in, I would’ve beaten them myself.”

“I know,” he muttered. “You would’ve killed them, though. I wanted to avoid casualties, even including those bastards.”

You shrugged. “Doubt they would’ve been missed. Anyway, let’s go. It’s hot as hell out here and I’d like to get to the hotel before I sweat to death.”

Kakyoin

“I must have heard wrong,” he hissed. “I know you’re not speaking about my girlfriend like that, right? Because then I’d have to kill you.” You saw Hierophant Green materialize beside him, fists raised.

The men laughed. A lanky teenager sending threats their way must’ve seemed silly, but they were in for a rude awakening. Before you could blink, Hierophant’s bottom half shot forward, forming a lance as it stabbed through each of the men. They all fell to the ground, holding their wounds as they howled in pain. You were glad Kakyoin didn’t kill them.

Your eyes widened as Kakyoin’s stand wound up for another round—Jotaro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t. They’re not worth it. Forget it. Just make sure (Y/N) is okay.”

Kakyoin turned his gaze to you. You shot him a grateful smile, grabbing his hand. “Thank you. They deserved that.”

“They deserve worse, but that doesn’t matter. Are you okay?” he squeezed your hand. You nodded.

“Fine. Assholes exist everywhere, sadly. Let’s just get going. I wanna swim in the hotel pool before it gets dark.”

Polnareff

He locked eyes with you, as though asking for permission to skewer them. You nodded. Normally, you’d always try to keep your eccentric boyfriend in check, but this time you’d make an exception. These assholes deserved what was coming to them. What was coming to them? A rapier wielded by an angry Frenchman’s stand.

“Bonne nuit!” quipped Polnareff before sending Chariot racing into action. You barely had time to process the situation before you—flashes of silver surrounded the men as blood flew every which way. Cuts formed on their bodies almost by magic. They all moaned pathetically, collapsing, as Polnareff recalled his stand. “Don’t ever talk to her, or anyone, like that again, you bastards!” he shouted, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against his chest. He turned you around in his arms, planting a kiss on each of your cheeks. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry you had to hear that, ma cherie.”

You leaned against him, relaxing into his broad chest as you took in the smell of his fancy cologne. “I’m good. Thank you for that.”

“Of course! Nobody talks to you like that and gets away with it! I’ll skewer anyone who tries!”

You glanced at his face, shooting him a look he knew too well. “As long as you want me to, of course!”

You laughed. “C’mon. Let’s get to the hotel. It’s hot.”

Avdol

You could feel the heat radiating from Magician’s Red as Avdol called his stand into action. “I don’t like your language,” he chastised, flames appearing all over the men’s bodies as they screamed in confusion and terror. “Apologize to her and I’ll let you all go with your lives.”

“Sorry, sorry, oh god, it burns! Sorry! Please! Have mercy!”

Avdol didn’t speak, reflections of the flames burning in his eyes. You looked between the flaming men and your boyfriend. Was he going to burn them to death?

The flames extinguished, leaving the assholes chared and miserable, though still alive. Avdol turned on his heels, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you next to him. As you all walked on, he rubbed your arms comfortingly. “I apologize for their actions,” he said.

You grunted. “Don’t. They were bastards who got what was coming to them. You shouldn’t apologize on behalf of those assholes. You’re leagues above them.”

He hummed.

You stopped in your tracks, grabbing his hands in yours. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You planted a kiss on his cheek. “My knight in shining armor.”

Joseph

“That’s no way to speak to a lady!” he yelled, Hermit Purple wrapping around their necks and squeezing. “What, were you all raised in a barn? You sound like pigs squealing! Bastards!” By the time he finally returned his stand, the men were coughing gruesomely, curled up in the fetal position and blood slowly returned to their pale faces. “Now get outta here and quit harassin’ people!”

With the little strength they had left, they scrambled away, all sobbing pathetically.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Boys will be bugs,” you muttered, wiping off invisible dust off your clothes as though that would wipe away their gross comments as well.

“Disgusting,” Joseph grumbled, a hand on your shoulder as he led you away from the scene. “I don’t know where bastards like that find the gaul to be so crude.”

“It’s over now,” you replied, leaning against his side as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “Thanks to you.”

“I shouldn’t have let them get away so easy,” he muttered, free hand clenching into a fist.

You elbowed his side gently. “I think they learned their lesson. Being choked out by an invisible force will probably have them pissing themselves for quite a while.”

He laughed. “Probably.”

“But ya know. . . there was one thing vaguely enjoyable about all that?”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

You slunk an arm around his waist. “Seeing you all worked up was kind of hot. . .”

He grinned cheekily. “I’ll keep that in mind for later.”

You heard Jotaro let out a loud sigh. “We can all hear you two, ya know. Good grief.”

You giggled.

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I have come to clasp your knees in supplication.

*deep breath*

Menelaus succeeds at saving Pat from Hector and drags his ass back to camp like in all the renaissance sculptures but he’s super injured and #traumatized. So achilles come screeching out of his tent and does some #angst. He’s literally so angry but also eaten alive with guilt. But he’s gotta keep it together because Pat needs his love because of #hurt/comfort and the #wounds are so serious he needs much #protectiveness.

Will you do this for me? I implore you by the cute, teeny tiny feet of Hera.

Thank you so much for sending this prompt! This has been sitting in my inbox for so long, I hope you like what I did with it <3

Words: ~2,700, angst, hurt/comfort

Achilles restlessly paces the camp. Hours pass as the sun dips towards the west, its light choked by the indigo death-roes of the sweltering day.

Patroclus, before he’d ridden away to battle, had vowed to return soon. Achilles waits for him.

He spots the polished gold of his own chariot in the distance. The horses kick up a cloud of dust as Automedon pulls taut their reins, as soon as they’re in view of the Myrmidon camp.

Something’s not right.

Achilles can tell right away. He’s always had keen senses, that animal instinct that warns one of a storm when not a cloud can be seen on the horizon, of a fire when neither smoke nor flame is present. There’s something in the air; he can see it plain as day.

He crosses the camp in a few quick strides. Automedon hops off the chariot to meet him. He is pale, his eyes hollow beneath the shadows of his helmet.

“My lord—”

“Where is Patroclus?” Achilles asks. The man peers at him wordlessly, until Achilles grabs him by the shoulders. “Where is he?”

The man’s lips part uselessly, for no sound comes out. Before Achilles has the chance to shake the answer out of him, the clatter of another chariot distracts him. It is Menelaus, riding swiftly into the camp. He is holding something. Someone.

Achilles’ blood runs cold.

The chariot is drawn to a stop. Menelaus descends, slow and encumbered under the weight of the body he’s holding. The limbs are mangled, bloody, the curly hair stiff with sweat and mud.

“Hector,” Menelaus says breathlessly, his neck and arms shiny with sweat and blood. “He— got to him. I only barely managed to whisk him away. Ajax kept the Trojans off for as long as he could and held the battle while I ran.” He glances down at Patroclus’ limp form in his arms. He is almost unrecognisable, his once smooth olive skin now a mixture of browns and reds as deep and dark as grapes crushed for wine.

“The armour,” Menelaus says mournfully. “I couldn’t save the armour. They’d already taken most of it.”

But Achilles isn’t listening. The words touch his ears but do not register as words: they’re merely sounds, lost in the threads that keep unravelling around him, the threads that stitch Achilles’ world together.

Patroclus, a bloody heap, is laid at his feet.

He doesn’t realise his knees have buckled until he crashes on the packed earth. A scream tears its way out of his throat; then another, and another. He cradles Patroclus in his arms, his body warm and pulsing as the blood that’s rushing out of his many wounds.

I did this, Achilles thinks, choked by his own breath. I did this to you.

Hands descend upon him, try to pull him away. He grabs at someone’s wrist on instinct and pulls its owner down to the ground with him. It is Automedon, his trusted charioteer, who has driven Achilles to hundreds of battles and returned him to camp after each one. Returning him, safe and sound, to Patroclus.

Achilles squeezes the man’s wrist until the bones creak beneath his fingers, blind through the tears. “I ordered you to bring him back to me unharmed.”

Automedon only peers at him, guilty and wordless, waiting for whatever punishment Achilles sees fit.

The anger is quickly replaced by worry when Patroclus heaves a pained breath. Achilles lets the man go, then turns all of his attention to Patroclus. He lifts him off of the ground gently, afraid to injure him further.

“Bring me vinegar and warm water,” he tells whoever is following him towards his tent. “Bandages and needles and horse tail hair. Then leave me with him.”

“My lord, we should call the healers—”

“Leave me.” He barks the order without even turning his head as he lays Patroclus down on the bed.

Through the haze of tears and anguish, all Achilles can see is the dirt that clings onto Patroclus’ face, his neck, his arm, the blood that keeps oozing sluggishly from the gush in the centre of his chest.

It’s like Achilles’ heart has been torn out of his chest and trampled into the dust, like Patroclus was.

When everything he asked for is brought to him, he doesn’t waste a moment. He orders the door of his tent to be sealed shut, to be left in peace. His focus is singular and absolute.

It’s been months since he’s had to use the skills he learned at Chiron’s side. He pours water and vinegar on Patroclus wounds to clean them, then starts meticulously picking out every speck of dust, every sliver of metal from the crushed remains of the armour. He sprinkles dried yarrow root to stem the bleeding, then stitches the torn skin back together. His fingers work ceaselessly to undo the damage that’s been done, to mend it. After the larger wounds have been taken care of, with a damp cloth he cleans the smaller ones, all the cuts and the scratches and the bruises, the scraped palms of Patroclus’ hands and his torn fingers. Each of them he cleans tenderly, careful not to cause him any pain, any more than he has to.

Achilles does not know how much time has passed when the last of Patroclus’ wounds have been bound. With the clean water that he has left in the bowl, he brushes a wet sponge through Patroclus’ curls, wipes the dried blood and dirt from his cheeks and brow, revealing the lovely features, calm and tensionless as if in sleep.

When Achilles finally sets the healing implements aside, his hands tremble with weariness. He lies down on the bed they’ve shared for years and curls up in a ball beside Patroclus. He lets the tears come, lets them fall.

Don’t leave me, he whispers into the crook of Patroclus’ neck, breathing in his familiar scent through the astringent smell of strong vinegar and the thick sweetness of the crushed yarrow flowers. Don’t leave me here.

Patroclus’ eyelids do not stir; only his ribs expand slightly with each shallow, laboured breath.

Consciousness is a blur of pain when Patroclus crawls from the murky bottoms up to the surface.

His throat is parched. Each breath hurts, and his body feels cold.

It takes him a moment to realise what it is that dragged him out of that heavy stupor. He’s in his tent, he knows this, the tent he shares with Achilles. He can tell by the colour of the light around him, the smell of the bed beneath him, the feel of the furs against his skin. The air is thick, stale.

There’s a body beside him. A head bent over him, hands clasping his own. A cascade of golden hair on his stomach, but he can’t feel the soft strands on his skin for all the bandages that cover it. Achilles’ shoulders quake, and Patroclus thinks he can make out the quiet, sniffling sobs he tries to stifle.

His hand, when Patroclus raises it, is heavy as tempered iron. He touches Achilles’ head.

“It's alright,” he mumbles. The words an unintelligible slur through his cracked lips, but his need to comfort Achilles in his distress pushes him to try again. “It’s alright, love.”

Achilles lifts his face to look at him. His cheeks gleam with tears, old and new. He must have been crying for hours, Patroclus thinks, for days, his eyes as red as they are green. It’s like Patroclus is gazing at him through water, or a veil of thin gauze; he can’t make out the high cheekbones, the drawn eyebrows, the curl of the lip. He tries to speak again — don’t cry, dear heart, dry your eyes— but the air sticks to his throat, and he coughs weakly, painfully.

“Shh, don’t speak,” Achilles urges. He disappears for a moment, then a cup is pressed to his lips. The liquid is pleasantly warm, and it tastes bitter when it hits his tongue. Dried yarrow and linden flower, Patroclus registers dimly, as he swallows a mouthful, then another. Achilles gently, as if he’s cradling an injured bird, lays down Patroclus’ head on the pillow.

“What happened?” Patroclus asks, after he’s caught his breath. Even this slight movement has agony shooting through every limb, every fibre.

Achilles simply stares at him. “You don’t remember?” When Patroclus doesn’t respond for a long moment, more tears start coursing down Achilles’ cheeks.

“You almost died, Patroclus,” Achilles says in a trembling voice. He sounds hoarse, exhausted. He must have been by Patroclus’ bedside for days; Patroclus has never seen him in such a state. “Hector’s spear missed your heart only by a hair. Had it not been for Menelaus and Ajax to drag you away…”

The battlefield flashes before Patroclus’ eyes. A bright light searing his eyes; then the arrows, the swords, the spears. The dying clamour of horses and men all around him, then Hector. There was no pain, not really; this, Patroclus remembers. Only this depthless feeling of loss, of desolation; the knowledge that he would never see Achilles again. The sudden realisation that it was Patroclus, after all, that sealed both of their fates.

Such cruel games the gods play.

“When I sent you out into battle, in my own armour, I never thought it would be Hector you’d be challenging,” Achilles continues. “You were to strike fear into the hearts of the Trojans, drive them back towards their walls, then come back to me. I told you to come back to me. I told you—”

Achilles’ mouth sets in a hard line, but it isn’t cruelty or pride that makes his tone sharp and essential like the edge of a knife. It is fear. That bone deep fear that Patroclus can feel in his own marrow. “Patroclus, how could you do this to me?”

How could he, indeed. Patroclus has no ready answer. He only remembers Troy’s walls, high and impenetrable like the gates of Hades. He remembers gazing at them from the chariot, and thinking how easy it would be to storm the city now that the men are off fighting, their blood high with battle lust. How easy it would be to simply end the war, so that they could leave those gods-forsaken plains behind, along with the prophecies that circle them like carrion birds. With their ships heavy with gold and slaves and Troy’s treasures, the Achaeans would all return to the kingdoms satisfied— not even greedy Agamemnon would say no to this. Achilles would return to Phthia, and spend the rest of his days ruling over the lands his father left him, until his skin was as leathery and his hair as golden-grey as Peleus’ must be now.

A life of obscurity, Thetis had said, an eternity of their names forgotten, but would that be so bad? If this senseless war was finally over, if they both could finally live, would that be so terrible a fate?

What childish fancies those thoughts seem to him now. He turns his head away, unable to meet Achilles' red, tired eyes. All this time, he’d been silently begging and pleading with whatever higher power there is to let him stay by Achilles’ side, for a little while longer, for as long as he could. And yet it was he, in the end, who threw himself into the glowing embers, praying only that Achilles wouldn’t be caught in the flames.

And yet, it never occurred to him that by doing so, he’d be condemning Achilles to the same life Patroclus had been dreading. A lifetime alone.

“I just wanted it to be over,” he whispers, regret welling up inside him like the dark banks of an overflowing river. “I wanted it all to be over.”

Achilles stares at him for a moment in disbelief, then pushes himself up to his feet and starts pacing across the tent. He rakes his fingers through his hair; the usually lustrous locks are now tangled and messy, as if Achilles hasn’t combed them in days.

“You promised me. You promised that after I was — gone—” he pauses for a heartbeat on the word, “that you would perform the burial rites for me. You, and no one else. And that if my son was still living, you would take him from Scyros and return to Phthia with him, and show him all my property, my bondsmen, the kingdom he is to inherit — for Peleus would surely be an old man by then, or struck by grief upon tidings of my death. You promised—”

“Do you really think I’d have the strength to make it to the end of this war with you gone?” Patroclus whispers. There are tears in his eyes, he realises distantly; the breathless, bitter chuckle that leaves his lips is dry and brittle like autumn leaves. “Philtatos, you know me better than this.”

He doesn’t need to look back at Achilles to know the pain that crosses his beautiful features. He stands motionless for a long moment, silent and distant, as if gazing at Patroclus across a great gulf. His footsteps are silent on the fur rug— then, Achilles’ warm forehead touches Patroclus’. He leans over him, trembling, and kisses his cheeks, his eyes, his lips. Patroclus can do nothing but push through the lingering haze of pain and exhaustion, clawing at the edges, to stay with him. To stay.

“Never go far from me,” Achilles pleads quietly, solemnly into their kiss. “Not even for a day. Not even for a moment. Do you hear me, Patroclus?”

His fingers are soft when they trace Patroclus’ cheek, the stubble that has grown there over the days he’s spent unconscious. There is persistent demand in the way he touches him, that still cutting edge of desperation.

“Don’t leave me behind.”

"I won't," Patroclus murmurs, and though every part of him hurts, he still lifts his arms to hold Achilles, to pull him close, to let him curl against him and take whatever comfort he needs from his battered body.

He brings Achilles hand to his lips and kisses the sword-calloused palm of it, sealing the promise he's given him time and again:

Always. Together always, in life, in death, in oblivion and dust and the dark tears in the fabric of remembrance. Always, the two of them despite the world.

The light wanes, and still they lie there, drifting in and out of troubled sleep, and for once Patroclus dares to dream of a distant future.

The fires burn high today, smoke billowing over Troy’s battlefields. Mount Ida's peaks shimmer in the distance, the great city’s walls barely visible beneath it.

From atop the deck of their ship, Patroclus gazes at the place that has been his home for ten years. The Achaean camp and the dark ships dragged up the beach as far as they eye can see, and all the Greeks, people amongst them that Patroclus came to know as friends, small figures milling restlessly like ants.

The life he led in the shadow of a war that tore the world they knew asunder.

Agamemnon had come again, pleading with Achilles to fight in the war, bearing rich gifts. Achilles had denied each one, and had bided his time long enough until Patroclus could stand on his own two feet and survive the long journey back to Phthia.

"My lord," Automedon says behind them. Achilles turns to look at him, his features hard with determination. "The wind is favourable. The men are ready."

"Lower the sails," Achilles commands. He sets his hand on Patroclus' shoulder as the beach gets further and further from them with each beat of the oars. They both watch, hidden in the great shadows that the Myrmidon sails cast upon them.

They both know they're leaving the Achaeans there to die.

Though it stings to leave them all behind, friend and foe; though he knows Achilles' name might be tarnished by it before it is forgotten for good, Patroclus can't bring himself to regret this.

"Think Peleus will be glad to see us?" Achilles whispers in his ear. "Or will he turns us away like defectors?"

Patroclus smiles, because the answer, for once, is easy.

"He must already be preparing the welcoming feast. Thetis will have surely told him."

Achilles grins, and against the backdrop of the soot-grey sky and wine-dark sea he's bright like a young flame. He winds his arm around Patroclus' waist and holds him close as the great walls of Troy become but a white-yellow speck in the distance.

"Let the winds take us home, then."

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THE MERCILESS SIREN | CHAPTER SIX

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summary: It is the 66th Hunger Games when Oceana Fontaine is reaped as tribute, and at just thirteen years old, the odds are certainly not in her favour. As much as it is seen as an honour for Oceana to represent her district in the games, it is also practically a death sentence. But Oceana knows she needs to go home and is determined to, no matter how low her chances are and with the help of her mentors, she might just do that. But if she is to win, she will have to learn where her biggest strengths start to turn into her biggest flaws and weigh her options carefully as she starts making choices that pushes her morality and the lengths she will go to for love.

tags: slow burn (finnick x oc), eventual violence, the usual stuff when it comes to the hunger games, not sure what else

When we get back to our floor on the training centre, we’re immediately greeted by the victors and Stella who all compliment us, talking about how good of an impression we had made and how we are the biggest talking point from the ceremony. Finnick and Coral smile at me; Coral giving me praise after praise and Finnick standing next to her and awkwardly smiling. Stella is still buzzing, especially after she sees Valeria and Ophelia who come up to our floor, thanking them non-stop. She is nothing short of delighted. I’m about to go to my room when Finnick stops me. “Brilliant job out there, you handled it extremely well. You must’ve been so nervous.”

“Thank you,” I smile, “could you tell that I was nervous?” I ask, immediately concerned.

“No, don’t worry,’ Finnick shakes his head, “I just remember how nervous I was last year when I had to go up on the chariot, and I doubt you weren’t.”

I let out a chuckle. I had forgotten that Finnick is only two years older than me and that he won last year. I excuse myself to go to my room as if I can’t stand to walk in these heels any longer. I open the closet and collect a jumper and some pants, much more comfortable clothes which I change into. Carefully, I remove the jewellery from myself and place it next to the dress on my dressing table. I give myself a mental note to thank Valeria for it because it must’ve taken hours and days on end of hardwork to create, much less think of it.

I make my way to the gigantic menu and whisper into the mouthpiece for some tomato soup and soon enough, it appears. It’s hot and steamy as it appears within a minute. I take a seat at the edge of the bed as I swallow the thick red liquid down my throat. It soothes me and gives me a taste of home. Quietness consumes the room quickly and I’m exhausted. It’s tempting to fall asleep, but I don’t. I know there is dinner later on and I was curious as to what kind of food they served in the Capitol. Stella would also probably be mad if I didn’t show up.

I finish my soup and place the empty bowl and spoon on the bedside table before I collapse onto the bed and stare at the ceiling. I think about Gill’s words to me. He has a sister and that I’m like her. That we are in these games together. I didn’t know he had a sister, having not talked to him that much, but I’m glad he sees me as a younger sister to him. I’m not sure if it’s the fact he’s so much older than me that makes him say that or that he genuinely sees his younger sister in me but I’m not bothered by it. What I’m more concerned about is his statement of being in these games together. How would that be possible? Even if our district wins, only one of us would be able to go home. Does he plan to team up with me and the rest of the Careers for the games? I still don’t know much about his strategy. It confuses me but I’m too tired to think, pulling myself up and making my way to the dining room.

I notice a balcony that overlooks the Capitol on the way to the dining room, and when I reach the dining room, Gill, the victors, Stella, Valeria and Ophelia have already ordered some food and have taken their seats. There’s an empty seat next to Finnick which I occupy, smiling at him as he smiles back. His dimples poke the sides of his cheek as he does so. “Want anything to drink? We’re both still too young to have wine,” he gestures to the bottles of alcohol in a big tub of ice, “maybe you should try a shirley temple. Those are good.”

I have no idea what a shirley temple is but I order it regardless. The servers standing around the room are all dressed in white tunics and are completely silent as they serve us our drinks and food. I turn to Adrianna who is sitting next to me, wine is currently being poured into her glass but she doesn’t seem as fascinated as me about it. “I saw you on television, you did great and the dress looked amazing on you!”

“Thank you,” I say shyly as a grin forms on my face. “I hope I left a good impression on everyone there.”

“Oh, without a doubt, Oceana!” Adrianna scoffs as she takes a sip of her wine. “You shined like a diamond out there and you looked just like a siren! You and Gill were unforgettable! You must be starving now, though.”

One of the servers comes my way, she has red hair which compliments her well and serves me my food as I’m putting my napkin over my lap. Small talk converses around the table and while they talk, I concentrate on my food. Mushroom soup, crunchy pieces of cabbage with luscious tomatoes, roast chicken served in thick and tender slices, roast carrots and potatoes, cheese which melts on your tongue served with sweet violet grapes. The small talk picks up into a conversation where I can see Gill enjoying himself as I silently eat my food. The servers move wordlessly to and from each seat, keeping the plates of food and glasses of drink full.

“You still haven’t taken a sip,” Finnick whispers, nudging me as he looks at my untouched glass. “I promise it’s good.”

I nod, picking it up. The drink is mostly pink and red at the bottom, served with a luscious cherry. I stir it around using my straw before taking a sip and swallow down the fizzy liquid. It surprises me. I had expected it to be sour but I had been wrong to think so, it’s sweet and has a similar flavour to the soda mother lets me drink on some occasions. “Wow,” I can’t help but say. “It’s really good!”

“Told you!” Finnick chuckles, grinning.

Soon, dessert is passed around. I’m familiar with the slab of cream and soaked biscuit on my plate. It’s tiramisu, my favourite dessert back at home in District 4. It was a pretty popular choice of dessert back home, almost every restaurant had it on their menus but there was this one restaurant near the Cliffs that did it exceptionally well that Aurelia and I would go to on the last Friday of every month or if one of us got a particularly good grade or if one of us won a competition. My excitement had clearly gone unnoticed as Finnick is looking at me curiously, “you like it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I eagerly nod my head as I dig into it, “it’s my favourite dessert.”

“Mine too,” Finnick smiles as he looks at me, “I usually go to this restaurant at the Cliffs to have it, they do it way better than the ones in the Centre.”

“Is it the one overlooking the beach?” I ask almost immediately.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” He says, “and I thought it was a secret,” he lets out a laugh

“I usually go there with my sister,” I smile as I recall the memories of the days Aurelia and I would spend together. “It’s one of our favourite spots.”

“Well, you two have to bring us there when we get back home,” Clifford smiles before standing up, clearing his throat. “As you all know, tomorrow is your first day of training which means your strategies will be finalised soon enough. Now, the one thing you shouldn't do is show off your skills. Basically, keep your cards close. More importantly, focus on learning some survival skills, those will help you as much as being able to fight. More often than not, tributes die due to their lack of knowledge of these skills. They are fundamental and I expect you two to pay close attention to them. And most importantly, don’t injure yourself.” He looks at both Gill and I. “Get some sleep you two, tomorrow is another long day.”

Gill and I both nod, finishing our tiramisu before going off to our rooms.

I shut the door behind me and hop into the shower. I wash the makeup off my face and change once again before falling onto the bed. The duvet and pillows are soft and comfortable but I can tell this is going to be a sleepless night but I still decide to try to get some sleep. I shut my eyes and try to imagine what it would be like in district 4, then I try to imagine my future if not for the games. None of it works so I resort to counting imaginary sheep jumping over fences. I reach up to a hundred before giving up, deciding to walk out onto the balcony instead. I carefully close my door, somehow I’m scared of being caught and make my way over there.

Standing on one side of it is Finnick, I recognise the outline of his silhouette and walk closer, standing next to him as I lean against the panels. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I could ask you the same,” he lets out an airy laugh. “Shouldn’t you be asleep? Today must’ve been exhausting for you.” Finnick turns his head and gazes away from the view of the city, his sea green eyes looking into mine. “So why are you awake, Oceana Fontaine?”

“Just can’t sleep,” I shrug, “and you do know you can just call me Ocean or Waves, right? That’s what most people call me anyway, at least back home.”

“Waves?” he asks, “how did that come about? I get Ocean, but Waves?”

“I don’t know to be honest,” I shake my head, “I guess I just surf a lot and so eventually that became my nickname.”

“Oh,” he says, pausing before speaking again, “well, I’m going to have to make a nickname for you then.”

I laugh, “are you serious?”

“Of course I am, it has to be special,” Finnick replies, “I’ll call you Oce from now on.”

“I like that, it’s pretty.” I smile as I look at the city beneath us. “Can I call you Finn?”

“Sure, Oce.”

Silence falls once again as we both look at the city beneath us. You can see the bustling lights and hear the sounds of cars honking faintly from here.

“Do you miss home?” Finnick asks, looking at me, “I mean, in a couple days you’ll head into the arena…”

“Yeah,” I sigh, “I miss home, I miss everything about it. I don’t know how much of a shot I have at winning these games but I really hope I can.”

“Hope is the most important thing,” Finnick says. “It will take you far. People can compliment you, praise you, say that you’re going to win, they can do that as much as they like but the only person who can make yourself win is you. When you go into the games, you’re all fighting for your lives, do you think any of those comments will help you? Yeah, it will give you a confidence boost but if you go into that arena with no hope or faith in yourself to win these games, you’re already dead. Everyone goes in there dead, the ones that win are the ones who believe they can change that but you still have every right to fear what is coming next for you.”

“That’s what Ms Bronte said as well, that hope in myself is important,” I chuckle.

“Great minds think alike, what can I say?” He jokes and I nudge him playfully. “I haven’t seen you train yet but I know you have it in you. You have that spirit in you.”

“What spirit?” I ask, looking into his hypnotic eyes.

“The spirit of a victor,” he smiles. Finnick puts his arm around my shoulder and points up to the sky filled with glittering stars. “See that?” He traces the pattern of a constellation.

I follow the path of his finger as I gaze at the stars, “yeah.”

“The constellation of Orion,” he smiles, “there are different stories on how it came about. Some say Artemis accidentally shot Orion and placed him in the stars as a constellation whilst some others say Artemis killed Orion after he tried to pursue her…And you see that one there?” He traces an invisible path. “That’s the constellation of Eriadnus, it’s meant to represent a river.”

“I didn’t know you were into star gazing,” I smile, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Well, it was rather random,” Finnick laughs, “and you never asked.”

“True,” I nod, “then I’ll have to learn about you more. What’s your favourite colour?

“Probably green, like a light green that’s almost blue,” Finnick says. “You know when the sun shines onto the sea and it’s neither blue nor green, yeah, that kind of colour. How about yours?”

“That’s a pretty one,” I pause and think for a while. “Blue, but not bright blue, more like a soft kind of blue, one that is like the ocean... What do you do when you're not in the Capitol attending those fancy events?”

“So, what I do at home?” He says. “And for the record I hate the events that they throw.”

“I can’t blame you, they look too over the top,” I reply, “do you fish?”

“No, but I like to swim in the ocean. Sometimes I dive, sometimes I just stay by shore. What about you? I’d like to know more about you, sea-star.”

Author's note: this one is out early because i don't want @sunniskyies to go insane and also because i'd make exceptions to my 3 chapter rule because she's been so supportive ily! anyways, thank's for reading till all the way down here :) and don't worry finnick and oceana's relationship continues to build

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐎 ( 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍 ) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel free to change the prompts as you see fit! warnings: mentions of death and murder and violence.

❝don’t start a fight.❞

❝c’mere or i’ll shoot you.❞

❝you remember your training.❞

❝if i wanted you dead, you would already be dead.❞

❝you can’t go back!❞

❝i suppose we could stay for a bit.❞

❝can you believe how lucky we are to be alive right now?❞

❝now, let’s eat, and you can tell me who or what is trying to kill you this time.❞

❝you poor dear.❞

❝there has to be another way. i won’t let any more innocents suffer on my account.❞

❝you’ve grown up.❞

❝i believe you.❞

❝i’m the one who has to fall off the roof. stop complaining.❞

❝it has to look real.❞

❝let me in, and i’ll shut up.❞

❝THIS. IS. SO. COOL!❞

❝what’s wrong?❞

❝you really have changed.❞

❝sorry. i just—i’m tired of talking about problems i can’t fix. i want to help.❞

❝that’s a lot of ifs. i don’t like scenarios with more than one if.❞

❝the whole concept of ‘have to’ is strange to me.❞

❝you’ll find out tomorrow.❞

❝when do you have to leave?❞

❝i wonder if there’s anyone i haven’t neglected, hurt, or overlooked.❞

❝dude, you scared off my groupies.❞

❝i was just… passing by? wandering around, waiting to die? i’m not sure.❞

❝i trust you with my life.❞

❝i have to go back. i have to see if i’m strong enough.❞

❝i don’t care about the paintings, but if you get any color on you, you’ll ruin that whole black-and-white aesthetic you’ve got going.❞

❝come in quickly. the cattle are watching.❞

❝you’ve started having visions again.❞

❝i’m not super fond of cows.❞

❝a god is telling me that something is a myth?❞

❝we have to get out of here now.❞

❝do we fight?❞

❝i’m learning to believe in all sorts of things that can kill me!❞

❝art can be made again. people can’t.❞

❝i didn’t want to see you die.❞

❝it’s okay. you’re with friends.❞

❝i’m so proud.❞

❝to be human is to move forward, to adapt, to believe in your ability to make things better.❞

❝i’ll make things right. or i will die trying.❞

❝no time to nap!❞

❝we have to help one another. that’s the only future worth fighting for.❞

❝see you tomorrow for another day of evil business transactions!❞

❝gods forbid we jaywalk and get hit by a car on our way to a painful death.❞

❝take whatever you think might happen and turn it upside down and inside out.❞

❝do you want me to surrender or not?❞

❝remember what’s important.❞

❝if a hero isn’t ready to lose everything for a greater cause, is that person really a hero?❞

❝a sense of humor? you really are indestructible.❞

❝i have determined that our situation sucks.❞

❝do you want a sandwich?❞

❝assuming everything goes according to plan. but let’s be honest, so far things have not gone according to plan.❞

❝dreams are a vehicle, like a chariot. you have to drive them. you can’t let them drive you.❞

❝i don’t have time for you right now.❞

❝always a critic.❞

❝i’m glad you’re not dead yet. because i’m going to kill you slowly.❞

❝you’re getting blood all over me.❞

❝there’s only one person here you need to listen to: yourself. trust yourself.❞

❝no one hits my boyfriend. and no one kills my dad!❞

❝you would kill yourself just to kill me?❞

❝how hard can it be to destroy myself?❞

❝you were so strong. so brilliant.❞

❝just keep saying that. i’m right. you’re wrong. been waiting months for you to realize it.❞

❝just come back to me, dummy. that’s an order.❞

❝we all have a duty to rescue each other, wouldn’t you say?❞

❝i told you so.❞

❝wisdom. it comes in handy.❞

❝what’s the first thing you’ll do now that you’re back?❞

❝no story ever ends, does it? it just leads into others.❞

❝i won’t forget. the memory is part of me now.❞

❝next time, maybe give me a heads-up before popping in.❞

❝you’re back.❞

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alyjojo · 6 months

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November 😶‍🌫️ 2023 Monthly - Capricorn

Whole of your energy: The Hanged Man rev

In your meditation, your glyph ♑️ was on the door, the little circle turned into a Scorpion 🦂 tail trying to sting me. May or may not resonate, could be dealing with a Sco. I whacked it hard with a book I was holding, and it cried and went back into its spot, like it never happened. Inside the door was the same loooong stairway I always see, starting at the top with bright illumination, so bright it hurt my eyes to look anywhere but the stairs. It went down, a long long way, and about midway down it was just getting darker, colder, the air was heavier. There was a clear barrier, I couldn’t go down any further, and I didn’t want to. That’s where you were, I couldn’t reach you.

The Hanged Man in rev can mean several things, in this case it seems to be about an impending ego death, because a decision you’ve deliberated on has been made for you. You’ve missed the boat in some way, and while there is a feeling of freedom that comes with it, not having to make the decision at all, it’s like you’re unhappy because it’s not what you want. But you never decided what you want, and part of this is maybe considering that had you even gotten what “you want”, would you have even wanted that? Or this instead? It feels like no decision would’ve *felt* right, but I’m not sure if you’re conscious of that yet.

What’s going on in November:

2 Pentacles:

You’ve gone back and forth weighing your options about something, while you have options to weigh. You were considering releasing whatever is being released now, it’s not really news to you. I think it’s more that the decision wasn’t yours that bothers you. For some, you could be losing money because you didn’t save up for something or didn’t act when you needed to. This doesn’t have to be as serious as it sounds, you could’ve seen something on sale at the store for 75% off and then the next week yours actually breaks and when you need it, it’s full price *and then* some. Go figure right? In other cases this could be a working relationship with someone valuable, helpful, and an opportunity they’ve offered is what you’re letting slip because you’re just not sure how to act, or what to do about it. If it’s already occurred, then you’re deliberating how to respond to this change, which may be unexpected. I’m not sure you have a choice.

The Chariot:

I heard “it’s moving on without you”, whatever that is. Possibly a job opportunity, that’s what I’m getting most from this whole reading. Could be a current job, if you’re losing a job, with 10 Swords in the last row, but that’s not for everyone…hopefully it’s not for anyone 💯 It’s like you’re scrambling to pull things together and reconcile a separation of some kind after a decision has been made, but I don’t see it working out. These could be car repairs costing you quite a bit of money. Things put off now stopping you when you need to take action. If you have two cars, you could be needing to make it work with one, or even using public transportation, which means rescheduling and maneuvering around both of your everything’s in order to make that happen. Or allowing for way more time waiting around. Could be the same or a similar situation with a job as well.

5 Pentacles:

This is a card of feeling left out in the cold, left behind (which is what I heard with The Chariot), abandonment and debt. There are a lot of very sad, emotional, even betrayed emotions that come along with this. You could be losing a lot of money, or money you were relying on, and it’s like you feel completely trapped and powerless to do anything about it now. Say you had a temporary job, and you knew that, you may have browsed several days for jobs but ultimately acted uninterested and didn’t go for any of them. Then something happens, you need one now, and the pickins are slimmer than they even were the first time around. Divorce is possible, job loss is possible, I’m not wishing any of that on anyone - if it doesn’t sound like you just leave it lie. Could be a large purchase, debt, or repair you didn’t intend on or save up for. By the time you realize the hole that’s been dug in some sense, it feels too deep to climb out of on your own, and it could be the “help” that’s fleeting too. Could definitely be dealing with a Sco or have that in your chart, the readings are very similar in ways, yours being more material.

Queen of Cups rev:

Having to leave a situation behind has you in an extremely emotional, possibly even hysterical state. Could be someone else too. It feels like a dream of some kind is being crushed. The energy is really heavy, just like the meditation, some are going to resonate with the deeper versions of the read, and some are just losing their shit over…you thought you could work out a payment plan for several months and need the whole amount TODAY, which could show needing to leave behind some intention or goal altogether, because you just can’t do it, handle it, afford it. If not a dream, you’re just trying to remain positive no matter the circumstances, which are very difficult for you no matter which area of life this regards.

10 Swords & 6 Swords:

You feel betrayed, this ending seems unexpected, there’s nothing you can do about it, except to move on to calmer waters. All you want is to remain positive, balanced, keeping your head on straight, and that’s going to be hard for you to do right now because you just feel out of control & out of your element. There is a bit of feeling sorry for yourself, and in some cases that’s completely justified, I can’t even blame you for feeling emotional. You’re losing something you had that made you feel stable, and a Capricorn that doesn’t feel stable is a very unhappy & burdened person. For now anyway.

Advice because I can’t just leave it like that:

The Emperor & 4 Wands. Could be a parent and needing to move in with them, probably because of financial reasons. It feels like you needing to take charge and be the decision maker for your own stability, or family, however that applies to your situation. It’s like “quit feeling sorry for yourself and do something”, which is something I don’t even say. Like that’s rude Spirit. I have faith they know what they’re doing, they always do. If a house is in trouble, fix it. If it’s a relationship, do whatever is required. If it’s job, find one. I don’t feel like you’d be getting tough love for no reason, it doesn’t usually come out like this. Maybe that’s how you operate idk. It’s within your control to do something, that’s fair to say. There is a small group of Caps that are dealing with something very painful that don’t apply to the tough love group, that are having to make the best of a very difficult situation…and there is a level of self-awareness with that, that you didn’t want to see, you tried not to. You didn’t make whatever decision - got you here, but you can & need to keep moving forward, if there’s a lesson here it’s that. Don’t give your power away, or if you do, don’t be mad where you go when other people are driving the boat. Sheesh 🤦‍♀️ Caps are out there like “harder Daddy”, why are you like this? That’s not me, idgaf what you do or don’t, with love ❤️

8888 is here as either news you’re hearing or messages you’re getting that make you feel powerless, needing to take fast action regarding something you’ve acted like your hands are tied with but they really aren’t. Maybe not getting a message at all, that’s possible, or being blocked if a relationship is involved. Moving towards a dream, away from one, or towards healing & a more positive mindset/situation in any case. 8’s are taking action. Now is not the time to be stuck in your head.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Cancer, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Pisces, Gemini & Aquarius

Oracles: ✨

10 Burden 🫠

Many times we take on the stress of those we love and care for. We see it as the ultimate sacrifice. We take on others’ burden to save them the trouble or heartache. Ironically, the way energy and the universe work makes this a very counterproductive way of operating. When we take on the burdens of others, we deny them the ability to learn and grow from their own lessons. We also interfere with divine planning and timing. Never one to be thwarted - any lessons circumvented will absolutely reappear - sometimes with much more force than what was originally intended.

Ask yourself if you or another is taking on troubles and lessons not belonging to them out of a need to be needed. This stems from the fear that you (or they) are fundamentally not enough. This is not true, you are created perfect. Your fears and doubts keep you separated from this truth. This is the separation one can feel from Spirit. Once you accept and believe you are perfect and worthy, the tendency to make yourself invaluable to others through your help and assistance will go away. Your relationships can then be based on truth and not manipulation.

We enter into November as:

Emaciated Periwinkle ⚖️:

“I must create before the opportunity disappears.”

This card is a good indication that something is out of balance in your life. You may be too focused in one area and therefore neglecting another. Change takes place in proper time. Slow down. With balance we gain the love and support we need to take risks. Periwinkle is also an indication you need to look at your eating habits. This could be a plea from your body to take better care of yourself. This can also point out workaholism or any compulsive behavior that has you feeling out of whack. Is there a part of your life that needs serious attention from you? This card wishes to remind you that...you take you wherever you go.

What is to be learned in November:

Rose Without Thorns 🌹:

“It is time to face my true feelings.”

You are most fortunate. As we mature, we learn that to enjoy the beauty of a rose, we must occasionally risk getting pricked by a thorn. You are not facing “the same situation”, this is the dawn of feelings being awakened and a new truth being born. You’re being presented with a different way to live. Trust you will know what to do. Stay open. Time changes us all if we’re lucky, it’s time to surrender and make the change. The best incentive to change is often love.

Red may be a lucky color ❤️

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darknebula85 · 19 days

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31/3/2024, Log of DARKNEBULA85, 2:02 AM...

Jojos bizarre adventure part 4 to 6...

Well, I just finished Jojo's, and I have no idea where to start. WHAT AN ANIME, WHAT A SERIES, AND HOW AMAZING EVERYTHING WAS. I started watching the series because of the memes and ended up watching one of the most incredible anime series ever. Seriously, what an amazing freaking anime, I enjoyed it like crazy. Let's break it down: Josuke's season was one of my favorites; I really liked the plot, and throughout the season, I was trying to figure out how the heck they were going to beat Kira, and while it didn't have as many memorable fights, the final battle is spectacular. Giorno's season also impressed me; it was the one I was most looking forward to, and it was totally worth it. The fights were great, and the ending too. Plus, the soundtrack for this season is exquisite, and it also has one of my favorite moments of the entire series and one of the reasons I started watching: The Torture Dance. And finally, Jolyne's season... it was my favorite of them all :v, great fights, great opening, spectacular villain (actually my favorite in the series), and with a final battle that can only be described as overwhelming. Bro, Pucci's stand is the most fucking cataclysmic power I've ever seen in any medium, I literally felt genuine distress watching the entire fight against Pucci. I'm trying to think of any character with a similar power, but I can't think of any (Edit: Antispiral too, cof cof); he literally reset the damn universe XD. One thing I loved about this series was the deaths, and those who have followed me for a long time will know that one of the things I hate most in an anime (especially in One Piece) is fake deaths, but in this damn show, they keep killing off all the protagonists and secondary characters, man, which, although it left me with a high degree of depression (Shigechi, Iggy, Avdol :''''v), I must say made the situations and fights completely adrenaline-filled. I was stressed out in every season, not knowing who they were going to kill off in each episode. The death that hit me the hardest was Shigechi's; the final moment gave me so much anxiety, and the fact that he ended up dying just before telling his friends... Now, my favorite fight was Everyone vs. Father Pucci, my favorite stands were Silver Chariot and Crazy Diamond, my favorite villain was Pucci, my favorite Jojo was all of them (Especially Josuke), my favorite jobros were Polnareff and Koichi, and lastly, my favorite season was Stone Ocean. The only thing I didn't like is that now I'm left wanting more. I could describe my experience with the following phrase: I don't know what I'm watching, but I can't stop watching it. What a great series.

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ilguna · 2 years

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☼ her (Johanna Mason) ☼

summary; ' Hi hi!! I wanna request a Johanna Mason x f!reader where the reader was also a tribute in her games from a different district who died before the finale (lots of angst lol) maybe written from present time Johanna looking back? Tysm, I love your work! ‘

warnings; swearing, murder, murder plot, death in small detail

wc; 3.8k

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Johanna Mason should not have been the winner of the Seventy-First Hunger Games.

There was another girl, much kinder with soft eyes and a pretty smile. She tried to include Johanna in everything that she did, she was much more deserving of the title. The District Five girl—like everyone else—had fallen right into Johanna’s hands, believing that she really was useless. The difference between her and them, was instead of laughing and leaving her out, she went out of her way to invite Johanna to join her.

Johanna can’t pretend that she was friends with her from the beginning. They came from two different districts, neither of them important enough to pose a threat. She was more focused on the dangerous tributes, One, Two and Four. She had to know the careers, what game they were going to play so that Johanna could play the opposite.

It wasn’t until Johanna watched the recap again, did she begin to take the other tributes into consideration. She didn’t have to know their names, or what they were wearing, only their reactions to being reaped for that year’s Hunger Games. Well, fortunately for that Five girl, she was the first to be called after District Four, when Johanna was still halfway interested in her competition.

(Y/n), that’s all that stuck with Johanna. Not the last name, because that would never be useful. She lifted her head from the crowd, eyes finding the stage, before moving into the aisle without a fight. She’d been the first tribute that hadn’t made a scene about being reaped. Johanna could tell that she wasn’t from anywhere important, what she was wearing wasn’t expensive. It was the attitude that stood out to her, the way she smiled.

The other tributes behind her weren’t as amazing, none of them posed a threat, much less the tributes from Eleven and Twelve, who might have well been still sucking on pacifiers. Johanna would fit right in with the outcasts, the babies that’d been reaped. She had this plan since she turned twelve.

If Johanna were to ever be reaped, she would want to be underestimated. All the tributes before her had a big name, an ego, showing their cards to prove they were the best. What happens when you aren’t? She’d never seen a hidden tribute come out on top like that, none of them could ever make it. She could.

She was never after the name, only the win. She wanted to make it home, just like everyone else. It wasn’t her fault that she came up with the brilliant idea early on. She cried on stage when she was reaped, her eyes were puffy and red. Her tribute partner took the news way better than she did, obviously. He wasn’t full of tears, it was mostly shock.

In the Capitol, she kept playing up the act, crying during her remake. Enough to the point where her prep team ordered her to stop, where she played it up more to make them feel bad. They also fell into the trap, it was too easy to do. The stylist dressed her as a tree, as he’d done for three decades without being replaced. It’s like the stylists that dress the One and Two tributes the same every year too.

Johanna remembers walking out of the building, out onto the open floor, where the chariots and other tributes were waiting for the show to start to get it over with. The careers were dressed in their usual attire, other districts were just as unlucky as Johanna when it came to repeated outfits.

Except, the Five stylists had come up with something different that year. Instead of messing around with lightbulbs and glitter, they’d switched to another source of power, fire. It wasn’t like they’d done with Katniss, lighting her on fire and leaving her to burn on the chariot. There was nothing of the sort, it was all said in the outfit.

(Y/n) was dressed like a candle, the entire dress lopsided, heavier on one side than the other. It was long, for the most part. On the left, the fabric was longer on the sleeves, the dress pooled on the ground, like melted candle wax collecting at the base. On the right, the dress was off the shoulder, cutting low on her breast. That side of the dress was cut off at the middle of her thigh, because sometimes candle’s don’t melt evenly.

For the first time in years, District Five had the spotlight during the Tribute Parade. Johanna’s not sure why, the dress wasn’t anything to gawk at. The jewelry didn’t convey it properly, and she quite literally had a headband with a black stick on the top of her head to symbolize the wick. It’s not like it mattered in the end, anyway. The craze was short-lived.

It wasn’t until the training started, did Johanna really get the taste of her. From the moment they were released by the Head Trainer, (Y/n) stuck next to Johanna like glue, but unlike glue, the girl was unshakable. It was irritating, to some extent. Johanna went from being subtle about wanting to be alone, trying to use her crying act to get her away, only it brought her in more.

So, she asked (Y/n) to leave.

It didn’t work, which meant that Johanna was going to have a shadow following her for the rest of the time they were inside of the Capitol. The weird girl from Five, who’d smiled during the reaping and managed to catch some eyes during the Tribute Parade, was now Johanna’s friend.

Johanna wasn’t completely rude about the situation, it was her own fault that her act was working so well. And over the three training days, she learned to appreciate (Y/n), because she was giving Johanna cover. The sympathy and the teaching was proving to the other tributes that she wasn’t a threat, and to continue to overlook her.

The issue is, that over the period of three days, Johanna was talking to her, hearing about where she came from, why she was there, who she was. The answer to those should be obvious, but they’re not. (Y/n) wasn’t just a girl from District Five, she was an early worker that came from the dam, with too many siblings to feed. That’s why her name was drawn from the bowl, because she kept putting her name in for Tessera.

She was there because of herself, and she was grateful she was drawn because she’d never have the courage to volunteer. She was seventeen, the same age as Johanna. In one more year, she wouldn’t have to worry about going inside of the arena, ever again, but that would also take away the ability to win. To have a steady amount of money coming from the government each month. It would feed her siblings better than she ever could.

In a way, (Y/n) was crazy for thinking like that, yet it didn’t push Johanna away from her. It drew her closer, because if she was so desperate to win to feed her family, then why was she making friends with people who showed no threat of winning? Because Johanna wasn’t the only person that she went around talking to, there were others. The only reason why she didn’t stick with them is because they told her to leave.

Besides, if (Y/n) thought she was doing people favors by trying to recruit them, she was actually damning them. She didn’t know much, that was clear from the beginning. The only things she really managed to succeed at were the basics. She could start a fire, she knew how to clean a wound and stitch it if it were necessary, she was able to hold a weapon without going down with it. She was ordinary.

So was the score she earned from the training, a six. Halfway on the scale, nothing sponsors could work with. The Gamemakers thought she wasn’t special, why should the people spending the money think otherwise? The only outstanding part of her so far was the outfit during the Tribute Parade, an idea that wasn’t hers. She just wore it.

Johanna wouldn’t see her for the next day and a half, something that she’d been looking forward to since the first day of training. Only, when the day came around, the silence was filled the way she wanted it to be. With (Y/n) she can direct the conversation so that she enjoys it too. Johanna spent hours on end between her stupid Capitol escort and mentors that couldn’t give a shit about what she does during the interviews.

When that night did finally come, (Y/n) found Johanna as soon as she walked into the hallway. For the first time since she came into the Capitol, (Y/n) was serious, approaching Johanna. Johanna couldn’t have guessed what was going to come next, the deadpan expression, asking if she would join her in an alliance.

Johanna told her no. It wasn’t because she didn’t want an alliance, because she knew how much smoother it would go in the arena if she had someone to watch her back. It was because she knew that (Y/n) could find a better partner inside. Johanna had scored a three, the lowest a Seven tribute had gotten in years. If (Y/n) had even the slightest chance at getting people to sponsor her, it would be wiped out by Johanna’s presence alone.

That wasn’t the only reason, though. The more Johanna talked to her, and began liking her, the harder it would be to kill her later on. Johanna came in with a game plan, one that couldn’t be screwed up by being soft around another tribute. It’s simple: she plays the damsel card, and then she viciously murders. There was no middle part where she formed her own group. It was straightforward to avoid the whole conflicted-murder part.

Well, (Y/n) took it better than Johanna thought she would. For a second, it looked like she was going to argue, explain why they would be better together. And then she nodded, wished Johanna good luck, and then left to get back to her place in line. It was disappointing, not hearing her beg Johanna to stay.

On stage, (Y/n) had the brightest smile, nodding at Caesar, easily conversing with him. She talked about her family, what she’ll do when she wins. She showed off the dress she was wearing, which was navy blue in color and puffy. She twirled for the audience, and then curtsied at the end of her interview, thanking them for her time.

Johanna, on the other hand, couldn’t have put on a better act. She was shy, and on the brink of tears the entire time. It was painful for Caesar, she got gratification from watching him squirm to keep the conversation going. What do you say to someone so fragile without triggering the tears? Johanna maybe said ten words total in the three minutes she was given. Caesar resorted to yes or no questions.

Then the arena came around, the cornucopia was in the middle of a forest. They were surrounded by tall pine trees, needles and cones scattered across the ground. It was dark, the sun could hardly get through their strong branches. For once, there was a landscape aimed for the Seven tributes, maybe it was to taunt the mentors, because their tributes were so weak.

It didn’t matter to Johanna, she could hardly hold back the smile. It took all the power inside of her not to run to the cornucopia like she wanted to. She could see the axes outside, on display to her and her tribute partner. Instead, she ran away, like she was destined to, far into the trees to hide.

She was by herself, still playing up the act, because the only audience that was left at that moment were the people in the Capitol. She couldn’t have the mentors quietly telling their tributes to keep an eye on her, to hunt her down. She’d let the tributes figure that out on their own, let them come to her.

The first day, eight tributes died, one of them being a career, leaving five left over. She camped out near a large clearing of only grass, not a single flower in sight. On the second day, two of them were gone, presumably by the career pack, searching for victims. The next five days would be quiet, not a single tribute.

Johanna was found out in the clearing by the five careers. And thinking she would be an easy victim, they chased her for hours through the trees, where she drove them in circles and deeper so that it would be harder for them to navigate their way back to the cornucopia. If she couldn’t have it, then no one could, especially them. It just meant that she had to be careful when moving.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t completely unscathed. The girl from Four was smart, she managed to get Johanna across the cheek and good gash into her upper arm. The wound on her face had stopped bleeding after a few hours, but the one on her arm was a whole new story. It was too deep, the only thing that could heal it was the Capitol, or anything from the cornucopia, now out of the question because even she couldn’t find it at that point.

It only took one day before another tribute ran across Johanna, this time at night. She’d lit a fire because it was getting cold, adn with the density of the woods, she believed that she’d be safe. The careers were supposed to be miles away, the branches would cover the smoke. If they did find her, she’d outrun them again.

It wasn’t a career that found her, it was (Y/n).

She had a forest green backpack, with an ax strapped to the side of it. Her hair was messy, like she kept moving it out of her face without running her fingers through it entirely to smooth it out. In one of her hands was a knife, clean but prepared to use it if she needed to.

The moment she saw Johanna, she lowered the weapon and smiled, “Johanna.” She breathed.

The reason why Johanna hadn’t bled to death, or caught some nasty infection that would’ve taken off her arm, is because of (Y/n). Disregarding the fact that they were now inside of the arena, and it would be fair game to murder her. They weren’t friends, Johanna thought she’d established that at the interviews by saying no to her offer. Still, here she was, cleaning the wound in her arm, stitching it, and bandaging it.

She took the ax from her backpack and handed it to Johanna as a peace offering, saying that she needed a weapon too. It was a risky gesture, just handing the ax over without her own knife out. Still, Johanna played up the fact that she really couldn’t hold it, and insisted that (Y/n) kept it for safety. She shrugged.

Once again, she offered the alliance, this time Johanna said yes.

That same night, the careers saw the light from the fire, and managed to come close enough to the point where running wouldn’t have saved either of them. They’d already killed two people earlier that day, bringing the count down to ten tributes left in the arena, Johanna couldn’t possibly have known that they would go for more. However, she should’ve known better.

(Y/n) couldn’t fight, she could hold a sword in her hand, but she didn’t have a sword, she had a knife. It was Johanna, who could actually wield the ax and take down tributes. She only had a second to decide, either give up her act and save (Y/n), or throw her to the wolves and run.

The other option didn’t even exist to her.

The ax came off the backpack, Johanna getting to her feet, holding it in her hand. She remembers (Y/n) calling her name, telling her to back off, because she’d get herself killed. The careers sneered, she can still see that stupid expression. Right before she swung the ax into the boy’s head. Effectively wiping the look off their faces, and forcing them to take a reality check.

Johanna only killed one more, even though she was going to take down the whole pack if she could. They all left, scattering in the trees, leaving the two of them with the bodies. It was an unfair fight, Johanna was fairly surprised that they didn’t take the risk, gang up on Johanna and then take down (Y/n).

That’s what Johanna would’ve done.

To say that her ally was speechless would be an understatement. Johanna had barely moved to look at her friend, and (Y/n) had jerked away, eyes locked with hers. It was more than just shock, there was fear there too. Johanna’s plan had worked, she cried her way into the arena, and she had no right to feel her heart drop to her stomach when the only tribute she’d made as a friend, had wanted nothing to do with her.

“I won’t hurt you.” Johanna told her, dropping the ax. She didn’t want to drive (Y/n) away, that was the last thing she wanted now. She risked everything to save her, why would she ruin that now? “I promise you’re not a target, you never were. I did it because of the careers.”

“What does a promise mean here?” She’d asked, “How do I know?”

“I would’ve killed you the moment you handed me the ax, wouldn’t I?” Johanna shot back, defensive, “Go, if you want.”

(Y/n) held her ground, obviously trembling, eyebrows drawn together as she examined Johanna, if she was telling the truth. She must’ve come out with an answer she liked, because she loosened, let out a breath, and shook her head, “You have another cut, come here so I can heal you.”

The two of them got closer, mostly because they were around each other constantly, sharing their knowledge. What (Y/n) picked up in the Training Center had come in handy, even if it wasn’t a lot. One of those skills turned out to be important, what she’d been using to find Johanna.

She knew how to track.

It only took a day before she found a path, it didn’t belong to the careers, but it did bring them to a smaller alliance, between the remaining Ten and Six tributes. There, Johanna killed them both, bringing the number of tributes from eight to six. The remaining tributes were the three careers, her and (Y/n), and a lone tribute.

Finding the other tributes were harder, another three days passed before (Y/n) thought she found the careers. It had multiple footprints, which could only belong to one group, and it wasn’t theirs. Because the number would be uneven, (Y/n) wanted to come with, help Johanna take down the three careers because that wasn’t going to be an easy feat.

Johanna told her to keep put. She didn’t need someone following her around, having another body to protect would make it hard to focus. So, she stuck her inside of a hollow tree, and went off to kill the careers alone.

That’s what she thought, anyway. Johanna got all the way to the camp, finding only two of them, and it didn’t tick her off in any way, even though it should’ve. Three careers left, and she could only see two of them? The third’s got to be lurking somewhere nearby, right? That’s what makes sense. Johanna overlooked that fact, and it costed a life that she cared about.

She’d killed one career, moving onto the second, when there was a scream behind her. She didn’t turn right away, not until the job in front of her was done. When she did see the scene going on, it was too late.

(Y/n) had wrapped her body around the boy that was creeping up to Johanna, bringing them both to the ground in a struggle. It wasn’t, though. It was easy for the boy to stab her, because he pinned her wrist to the ground and stabbed her over and over, draining every remaining minute of her life with each puncture.

Johanna killed him too, and barely had enough time to cradle her friend’s dying body.

She can still feel (Y/n)’s hand touching her cheek, fingers lazily wiping away one of Johanna’s tears. The pretty smile returned to her face, this time her teeth stained red with the blood she was resisting to cough up in Johanna’s face. The words were quiet, it took all the effort in her body to say.

“You’re going to win.”

(Y/n) died less than a minute later, eyes as lifeless as her body. Johanna could hardly muster the strength to close her eyelids before leaving the career camp, hoping that the trees would catch fire and leave a burning path behind her. She didn’t realize the impression that (Y/n) had left on her.

Johanna killed the last tribute without a problem, being crowned the victor. It didn’t feel right, though, as if there was a spot next to her that was empty, that should’ve been full. She knew what the problem was, who was missing. It was the girl that had succeeded in burrowing her way into Johanna’s heart and calling it home.

There are times where Johanna closes her eyes and wishes that she could have just one more conversation with her. To hear what she’d have to say about everything now. This is what she would’ve wanted, peace for the districts for once. Here, everyone’s fed and never hungry.

Johanna wishes she were alive.

(Y/n) would be better at this whole rebel thing than Johanna is. She’d know what to say, she’d give everything she could to help the people around her. Johanna doesn’t even know why she’s here anymore, being asked to go out there for Katniss. (Y/n) would be a perfect fit for Johanna’s role.

Johanna misses her like she misses her family. She’d give anything to hear her laugh one more time, the endless advice as if Johanna was completely clueless. The teamwork, the smiles. Johanna shouldn’t be here today, it should be her.

It’s not fair that the good ones get taken first.

(Y/n) (L/n) should have been the winner of the Seventy-First Hunger Games.

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