#they have their own sae peeps

[smilesrobotlover]

I just realized that I accidentally wrote some of the dads similar to the Links that are not connected to the dads.

Leon and Warriors: self proclaimed leaders of the group. Takes the journey seriously and feels responsible for everyone’s wellbeing. Have some anger issues but they have a soft spot and love their friends. Kind of a pain to deal with since they’re very anal about things.

Sky and Rusl: the heart of the group and keeps the group together. They allow everyone to rest when they’re pushing themselves too hard and keeps things lighthearted. They love their wives unconditionally and are also very… VERY deep sleepers. They sorta balance out the strict leaders.

Kass and Legend: the positive kind souls that are comforting to be around. They have a chill attitude and keeps the energy down when needed. They’ve explored the whole world and know a lot to do with different places and environments. They’re musically gifted and relax the group with many songs, legends, and stories.

Ammon and Minish: the certified grumps of the group. They’re not actively grumpy towards people, but they get annoyed very easily. They’re rather reserved and keep to themselves, but they’re strong and capable, vital to the group. They’re not grumpy all the time, but they seem to be grumpy whenever they’re interacting with people. But they are pretty friendly when you first meet them, sometimes.

#that’s fun #parallels am I right? #dunno who Linebeck. Benji. and Talon parallels #there’s only 5 links that aren’t connected to the dads #they have their own sae peeps #I love doing genius things on accident #idk who parallels spirit #I still don’t know Spirit’s personality truthfully #smiles rambles #link between links #strangers across eras

[prettyboykatsuki]

"we can play husband and wife like you wanna do with sae so bad, yeah? i think it'll be fun," WHSJEJSINEIFJDJFJJSUFJJE FANG GE TBACK HERE RN⁉️‼️‼️⁉️

HEFDJHKJSDF

LOOK.

you know, intially shidou is fucking you because he has some weird vendetta about your crush on sae. it's a complicated affair because shidou and sae have a complicated relationship in the first place. it's difficult and messy and shidou thinks those fucking doe eyes you give sae are fun to ruin by making you cry. at first it's some weird sense of posession. towards who? towards what? no idea. shidou hates stupid complicated things, but he likes fucking you and sae doesn't mind.

when he notices that his oh-so stone cold lover / housemate / whatever is taking his own kind of interest in you - it occurs to shidou he can have both. he can have fun. it's exhilarating. he makes sure to fuck you extra loud when sae is home. makes sure your voice creeps through the walls as he exposes your little crush with a sense of satisfaction he feels in his gut. he knows it'll frustrate sae, maybe even enough to do something about and shidou can have fun with that.

shidou thinks it'd be sexy to see what you and sae get up too. he'll peep on it when it happens. he wants to know what sae is like when he's around something so delicate. it's different when it's shidou - because shidou can handle anything that gets thrown at him.

but what about you? how fucking enthralling to watch sae try and deal with you. maybe he'll bring you back to shidou because sae wants to see you all messed up. he's a sick fuck like that. they could keep you all to themselves. that's what shidou wants, his ego is to do whatever he feels like and that just feels the most right.

he could just say it but that's no fun for him. it's so much more interesting to make you moan his name while sae listens begrudgingly through the wall. it's like a fun game he gets to play all while watching you fall apart.

shidou can't wait to bully you about it till you can't take it anymore. he wonders what you'll do then. you'll look cute, he's sure.

#return to sender #man #a.bllk #prettyboy.thirsts #I WROTE THAT LINE AND WENT TO SLEEPRFJDHSJK

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi babe, hope you doing super...

I 've a question, you can do so.eting with sae(bllk) and tickles :3?

Thanks, take care 🌹

*kicks door in with my ryusae BS* My time has come.

Hey friend! I'm doing better than expected as of late akjrkjearjkejk Of course I'm writing this on April 16- we'll see if that stands today. Sae beloved- it's time to wreck this stoic man! I've gotcha covered!

CW: Swearing, Minor Blood mention, Nose Bleeds, Suggestive flirting (It's Shidou afterall)

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps)

@cupcake-spice13

Sae Itoshi was a man of absolute stoicism.

Compliments, insults, random declarations of love and war- none of them mattered to him. He faced every situation, every interview, every new encounter with fellow soccer players on and off the field with the same carefully crafted expression and tone.

“You have pretty feet.”

Insert Shidou Ryusei and all that careful guarding went out the window.

“What?” Sae blinked, not prepared for his boyfriend’s commentary. They were in a hotel room after their most recent practice, sprawled out across the bed as a random movie played in the background. Sae had originally opted to nap, but that proved near impossible with the demon constantly readjusting his positioning. Instead he chose to get invested in a round of Temple Run- his little character flying off the edge of the path upon hearing Shidou’s remark.

“Your feet. They're pretty.” Shidou grinned from his spot on the bed. Somehow he’d turned himself over without Sae realizing it- propped up in a hand and feet kicking giddily behind him. “I thought they’d be all gross, but they're nice.”

“....Thank you?” Sae shook his head, resisting the urge to tuck his legs beneath a blanket. This was Shidou, so he wasn’t surprised by this observation. Still, it was strange, the things he pointed out as “Pretty” on Sae- from his eyes and their lower lashes to the curve of his back to now…his feet. “Of course they’re not gross. I showered.”

Shidou rolled his eyes with a grin, still staring. The blanket grew more and more tempting; but that would be admitting weakness.

And Sae Itoshi hated showing weakness.

“You should paint them.” Shidou remarked, daring to reach out and poke a toe. “Paint them to match your eyes.”

“Why?” Sae fought down a twitch. “No one’s going to see them.”

“I will!” Shidou grinned, poking again. “I’ll be the only one who gets to know about Sae-Sae’s pretty painted toesies!”

“What did I say about the nickname?” Fed up, he shoved his feet beneath the blankets, feeling smug when Shidou pouted. “And leave my feet alone. I’m not painting my toes.”

“How about your fingernails?” Shidou turned his attention to his legs, walking two fingers up his calf. “Paint them Pink! They’ll match my eyes!”

“Paint your own nails.” Sae tried to fight down another squirm, but Shidou seemed adamant about touching him. He shifted when those two fingers got close to his knee, regretting his choice to wear shorts instead of sweatpants. “Stop that.”

“Why?” That damn voice. He knew what he was doing.

“Because.”

“Because~?”

Sae glared, turning his attention back to his phone. Ignore, ignore, ignore-

Shidou smirked again as he retracted his hand, fingers backwalking down his calf before tapping against his ankle. Without breaking his gaze on Sae, he shot his hand beneath the blankets covering his feet.

“No-Don’t!” Sae barely got out before an honest to god squeal ripped out of his throat, his whole body spasming upon the feeling of Shidou’s fingers attacking his foot. “Shidohoohohohu, stahhahahhaap!”

“Oh my GOD, what was that?” Shidou cackled in glee, throwing himself against Sae’s legs to continue his playful assault. “Did you just squeal? You squealed! Holy shit- do it again!”

Sae, much to his mortification, did. He tried to sit up, reaching in vain for Shidou’s- what, shirt? Hair? Face? Anything to yank him off his legs and break himself free from his relentless tickling. Bubbly, childlike giggles mixed with angry swears and threats to kill as he grabbed the nearest thing- Shidou’s pillow- and yeeted it at him with all his might. “Shihihihihihidou, yooohohohohhu ahahahhhass, Sthahahhap ihihiiihihit! Ahehahha- ghehehhhet oohohohohff my fehehehhehehet-NAhhahhahaha, not thehehehehhere!”

“Oo, does someone got tickly toes?!” Shidou giggled as he scratched his fingers beneath said spot, nearly getting kicked in the face with the flailing opposite leg. “Aww, does the great Sae-Sae want me to move somewhere else? Does he?” He cooed, dropping his feet and twisting, tackling the other into the bed as his fingers dug into his sides. “How about here, huh? Does it tickle?”

Sae let out a strangled curse, reaching for anything to smack Shidou off him. The closest thing was his pillow- he wore it like a shield, shoving it into the other’s face in hope’s to suffocate him. “GEhehhehehhet oohoohohohoff, you dihiihihihck!”

“Glady, you can help me with that later.” Shidou tossed the pillow aside with his teeth, one hand dancing along Sae’s ribs while the other clawed beneath his thin t-shirt, making Sae squeak. He leaned in to get a better look at his radiant smile-

SMACK!

“Ow, shit- fuck…” Sae groaned, holding his forehead. Shidou blinked, slightly dazed. When he leaned in, Sae spasmed forward, causing their heads to collide. Something warm was on his face.

“You moron- Shit, you’re bleeding.” Sae’s irritated look faded to a look of shock, his hands taking Shidou’s face gently. Blinking, Shidou wiped at his nose, pulling back to find his finger red. Ah. So he was. “Oh no- is it broken?”

Shidou twitched it. “Nah, it’s fine. Though I’m gonna have quite the shiner in the morning- hehehe.”

Sae shook his head, reaching over and grabbing a few tissues out the drawer. Gingerly, he pressed them against Shidou’s nose, instructing him to pinch and look down.

“Can you turn over so I have something to look at?” Shidou grinned, the comment earning him a sharp swat to the shoulder. “Hehe, okay, okay.”

“Idiot…” Sae shook his head, his usual glare returning as he sat them up. Despite his expression, all his movements were gentle, everything from checking Shidou’s face a second time to placing the ice pack he ordered  for his nose. “...Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was worth it.” Shidou grinned around the small pouch. “If I get to see that pretty smile of yours for the rest of my life, I’ll gladly take a thousand headbutts to the nose.”

“Now you’re just being dumb.” Sae huffed as he turned away, but not before Shidou saw him blush. Smiling, he crawled up- wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

“I mean it though. I love your smile. And your laugh. Hell, I love everything about you.” Shidou said against his neck, watching in amusement as it flushed as pink as his boyfriend’s hair. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Gross.” Sae deadpanned, though there was a smile in his voice.

“You love me.” Shidou kissed his cheek- loud and obnoxious.

He really did.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #shidou ryusei #sae itoshi #ryusae #fluff #tw: swearing #tw: blood #tw: injury #but like- in the most non descriptive type of way #Same with the blood #It's barely mentioned #accidents during tickle fights #they're saps at the end #I love this ship HELP #no one ask me where this is in the manga I don't know #I'm just kinda eyeballing it

[peachsayshi]

WIP Challenge

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)

i was tagged by my darling @half-baked-biscuit

FICS: 

- Private Show (Part 1) - Gojo x Utahime x Geto x Reader - a smut piece that I’m working on with @shadowsorceress x

- Emerald (Lingerie Series 1) - Nanami Kento x Reader - which I am also working in collaboration with @shadowsorceress (sae always feeds my smutty muse, hehe!) 

- An Unexpected Surprise - Ex Husband Nanami x Reader

- Untitled - True Form Sukuna x Reader (Peach’s Pot Luck Party Smut Piece) 

- Blissful Ignorance - Ex Husband Geto x Reader

- Prompt: what, am i not allowed to look at you? - Dad!Gojo x Reader 

These are currently all my wip’s that have some substance to it! I’m going to tag the following peeps: @suguwu @mrsmorgenstern @ny-nymeria @nightparades @kentoangel @playfulcl0ud  

#tagged.🧡

[libidomechanica]

Through still claspt, of whateer the fashions, and no peace,

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leaues, ful of fraude advisements     If that I feel it proof the narrow little without sport     me. If I drink potions, gather pure snow, to fight, or sing,     but to rise grain a suddenly you of maintain rills into     you, or antic

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all thee does with all fade, for shade     the dust. I hearken to my throw often would not you. With     all a checked her Eyes me with the mourns, his Voice from the false     Foxe came front gate, which is innocent, nor with that Turkish     hung. On the soul their own

mouth until mine. He has legs twain,     that al through, and in this time, all well her eyebrows free that     I’m sure, to hang once he pure in debateth nough the gan     he warmth an eche off ever but a prest, for when Gaeta:—     Shot. At beam of your house,

which my harp shalt not last liberty,     rightways for he nould not succeed—but the should before     my lifull for thy mine. Of you out Petulant a great;     but, fightingale she storms have no long it to give thine     dissemblances, breath an

Inch of gin. And Fancy, in the     mannequin in the broke prove her displayment. But o’er, with     the mind the flamest her fly, ofte peeped on the brights before     was turn; and part echeone has left to subject feare out thoughts     which he bells, austered

the Stars would are turf I bore her     little the long her, dearest; but, finding, my Mary, and     like, zombie-lite the prime, let her tenor the mark that can     in the Lion’s hand on my carroll of stone? If you any     hands of her neck grip

the silence and Rose-in-hand on     the Kiddie to a week: but me out the heartbeat held me     best of men? But the Rose- in-hand on the Harvest the Stripling,     that can it once mind with the man? But solitariness;     nor Entreaty, Threat,

play in your could then, she shows where     murmured, yet for a Moment did I are thread thy will spark     of they chere that its godlike a wise, hands, and wrung his     memories are the may reticent gorge. Think it fair profound     against hie, with Love, and

I shouted—Open they left me!     While the difference, helpe quitt with a blanket. I it all please     redde, who laid. Through still claspt, of whate’er the fashions, and no     peace, a part when the bough. See what I hearth-flowers. Open     though your bed and smacking

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days, would rise to the city, even     of the dore away! I dream alone. Let us medled     him who’s straue they which, with honors slip frae meikle thine.     Rainbow’s glory intender no song forth his bow, new     politics; thou coming

immortals, we daunce, mine eye, for them     rises to suffer before he I who Man of the ruinate     with last year, as if in keep to you, although a ruddy     showers one by wimpliciting palace with sweet breath     my night, doe louers of time.

And, for two. Their seem’d this life-blooms     of her beauty would be the flowered, her beautiful eyes     still sprited horse, O! If youres. That are she’s leasure, subdueth!     It was this own dear and wrung its structures and greene thine     or Earth’s returns to Sin?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #164 texts #ballad

[comegetyallvitamins]

𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

⌦ genre: smut, yandere

⌦ pairing: yandere!stepsister!kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

⌦ summary: sae-byeok loves playing with her stepsister

⌦ requested: no

⌦ WARNINGS: pseudo incest, stepcest, sae-byeok is your stepsister, absolutely no blood relation AT ALL in this, yandere, voyeurism, dubcon, peeping sae-byeok, choking, dark themes, somnophilia, squirting, manipulation, degradation, praise, possessiveness, obsession idk

⌦ word count: 3,527

⌦ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE REMEMBER, THERE ARE WARNINGS AND A KEEP READING FOR A REASON. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THESE KIND OF FICS PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS!

sae-byeok was a complete mystery to you, so utterly confusing and so devastatingly beautiful with her full lips looking so soft and kissable despite always being set in a deep frown, the freckles that covered her cute little nose and chiselled cheeks reminding you of the stars that twinkled above you, like her own little constellations just for her. her eyes contrasted greatly with her soft outwards appearance though, always glaring at everyone with a cold and distrustful look in her beautiful dark eyes.

she truly was a mystery, a beautiful and complex mystery as she stared at you intensely from across the dining table her glare making you squirm in your seat while staring down at your almost full dinner plate, the feeling of her gaze on you made your usually unsatisfiable appetite disappear.

she was always doing this, ever since her mother and your dad had excitedly introduced you to her and her little brother. the day you meet sae-byeok, she couldn't have seemed less interested to be there as she walked through the door to your house, her full lips set into a straight line while she grasped her little brother's hand in hers protectively.

she took your breath away with her beauty, but then your eyes connected for the very first time and the chill that ran down your spine was unnerving.

the look in her dark eyes was predatory, like she had just found her new plaything. it made you uncomfortable to say the least, no matter how stunning the person- being looked at like that didn't sit right with you.

despite the slightly off feeling you still greeted her politely, raising your hand to offer her a handshake as she stared blankly at you. the feeling of her hand tightly gripping yours was one you had never felt before, she was holding onto your hand as if she was never going to let go and you weren't too sure she was with how long and how tightly she held onto your hand.

since that awkward first meeting it's been the same, sae-byeok stares at you blankly with what you assume to be dislike and annoyance all the while you try as hard as you can to fight the discomfort of always being stared at by her, being as nice and welcoming to your new stepsister as you can.

it got even worse when they moved in though. the look in her eyes was different, more hungry, more intense.

she intimidated you greatly despite hardly ever speaking to you, every time you tried to talk to her all you got was a shake or nod of her head or the very very rare mumbled answer to your question. the intimidation was all in her strong glare, you suppose.

you wondered a lot why she always stared at you though, what she was thinking as she studied you. did she hate you? did she not like having a new person around? you could understand that really, as little as you knew about sae-byeok you knew for sure that she wasn't at all a people person.

maybe she didn't feel comfortable around you? perhaps you could do something nice for her, like face masks or getting your nails done together. would she even like that though? she doesn't seem like the type to care about that stuff.

lost in your wandering thoughts, fork distractedly playing with your dinner you didn't notice the smirk twitching onto sae-byeok's lips, god you looked so cute when you were lost in thought. you were so easy to read too, the little frown on your face and your eyes that occasionally peeked up at her sitting across from you. you were probably thinking about her and the thought made sae-byeok feel warm, she was the only thing on your mind right now and if sae-byeok had it her way she would be the only thing on your mind for the rest of your life.

sae-byeok loved watching you, she loved watching as you studied- the way your lips would form into a cute little pout mixed with the way your nose would scrunch up adorably when you didn't understand something would send her heart racing, feeling as if it was about to pound out of her chest.

she loved watching you as you cooked- the way you danced around the kitchen as your favourite songs played, a large and bright smile adorning your face making her want to spend the rest of her life watching you do these little domestic things, the butterflies in her stomach making her feel warm and gooey despite the never leaving cold look etched upon her face.

she loved watching you as you showered- the way the droplets of water cascaded down your skin, the soap suds running down your soft stomach and down your smooth legs enticingly, making her head as foggy as the bathroom she was secretly watching you shower in.

she really just loved watching you do the most mundane things a human being could do.

what she loved the absolute most, though, was watching you as you slept- the way you looked so at peace and so venerable, laid out like you were just waiting for someone to see you, for her to see you. the way you teased her as your cute little night gown rode up your legs, the soft fabric bunching up at your hips. the way your legs spread open as if inviting her between them, mesmerizing her with the view of your pussy being swallowed up by your panties as your puffy folds peeked out of the sides.

god it drove her crazy when her slim fingers would pull your panties to the side and expose your pretty pussy to her hungry eyes, the way your pussy glistened in the dim lights of your small room made her mouth froth with the need to taste you, with the need to cover your pussy in her spit, to mark you as hers.

but she couldn't, not yet at least. for now she had to settle with gently playing with your cute little pussy while you slept peacefully.

then the next morning she would sit across from you while you happily ate breakfast, totally unaware that only hours ago your stepsister was lewdly touching your most private parts while you snored away.

it almost made her grin when she remembered that cute innocent little you was humping into her hand like a desperate slut even in your sleep, maybe you were even dreaming of her as she flicked your swollen clit. you had to be thinking of someone judging by how wet your little cunt was getting and if that someone wasn't her, she'd have to deal with whoever it was.

sae-byeok's gaze on you didn't falter the slightest bit as your chair scraped against the ground, standing up to excuse yourself from the dinner table your eyes caught onto sae-byeok's, as always her eyes were following your figure as you walked to your room. she didn't bother stopping the smug grin from stretching over her lips anymore, after all soon when you're passed out asleep, she'd get to play with her favourite little plaything.

hours later, sae-byeok crept into your room, the creak of your door loud in the silent house though thankfully no one was awake to hear the loud noise as sae-byeok stealthily slid into your dark room, closing the door slowly behind her.

her footsteps were silent while she silently stalked toward your bed, knowing the layout of your room by heart even though she had never been in here while you were conscious. approaching your bed sae-byeok could see you sprawled out, legs spread enough to give her a delicious view of your juices soaking through your panties.

hmm, you were soaked already. it seems as if you have subconsciously gotten used to her nightly visits and are eagerly awaiting them, sae-byeok thought happily.

it almost made her moan out loud, the fact that you wanted her while not even knowing what she was doing to you was more than exhilarating, it made her core clench by the mere thought.

standing at the end of your bed, sae-byeok leered at your exposed self thanking whatever magical being that had allowed her to live in the same lifetime as you. she knew you were meant for each other, ever since her gloomy eyes had locked onto your big doe eyes she knew you were hers, that you belonged to each other.

you might not know it yet but your body sure does, judging by the way your legs instinctively spread wider once you felt her light touch running up your smooth leg as sae-byeok crawled onto the bed.

she had done this many times before, sneaking into your bedroom and lewdly touching you without your knowledge. each time she did it though, it was getting harder and harder to just touch you. she wanted to devour you, make you her pretty little pet and being her pretty little pet required her to do more than just touch your pussy.

she wanted to put her marks all over you, she wanted to taste you instead of licking what little juices she could collect from your pussy off of her fingers, she wanted her fingers buried deep inside your tight cunt more than she's wanted anything in her life. as much as she loved playing with you while you were asleep, she needed you to know what she was doing to you, what she was making you feel.

so tonight, sae-byeok said fuck it. while she wasn't actively going to try to wake you up, if you happened to do so while she for the first time greedily lapped at your soaking pussy and made you cum, she wouldn't dare complain.

taking a deep breath in as she rested on her knees between your spread legs, sae-byeok took you in laid out all for her, mouth slightly parted while cute little snores made their way out of your mouth. she would never get tired of this.

"so so pretty for me, my pet." sae-byeok whispered almost inaudibly while she lovingly stroked the soft skin on the inside of your thigh with her slim fingers, coming very close to touching your puffy outer lips.

the light teasing touches made you push your hips closer to your stepsister's hand, blindly trying to get her to touch your pussy. it caused sae-byeok to chuckle, such a needy little slut.

deciding not to tease you, or her really, any further she moved the flimsy soaked fabric away from your core, pulling them carefully down your legs and off of your ankles exposing your glistening little cunt to sae-byeok's hungry eyes. more for her collection, she slipped them in her sweatpants pocket.

she licked her lips at the sight, the thirst for your juices making her head fuzzy and throat dry. tonight however, instead of holding herself back from sucking on your little clit like she usually does she dived straight into it.

laying flat on her stomach, sae-byeok eagerly licked a bold stripe from your slit all the way to your swollen clit. the first real taste she got of you made her groan lowly into your wet pussy, making your hips buck into her face from the vibrations.

as sae-byeok sucked your clit hungrily she couldn't help but slide one of her hands between the bed and her toned stomach, slipping it into her sweatpants and underneath her underwear to slide two of her long fingers into her wet pussy and pumping them inside of herself, humming as she enjoyed the taste of you on her tongue. this was heaven for her.

her other hand held your bucking hips down while your head turned to the side, your eyebrows furrowed together and lips parted in pleasure as she ate you out like a starved woman, both of your hands gripped tightly onto your white bed sheets as if holding on for life.

sae-byeok had held herself back from devouring you for so long, too worried that you might wake up and alert everyone in the house to what she was doing, she couldn't let anyone take you away from her, not that she would ever let them. but right now as she looked up at you through her lashes, drunk on the taste of you and pleasure coursing through every inch of her, she could care less about anyone else, about being caught. the only thing that mattered was you and her.

wanting more, sae-byeok pulled her drenched fingers out of her wet pussy and circled them around your swollen bud, mixing your juices together and in her opinion, marking you as hers.

her fingers that were covered in both of your juices moved away from rubbing your nub while her fingers circled your hole slowly, moving up and hovering across half of your body so she could watch you as she fucked you with her fingers for the first time.

the feeling of sae-byeok's fingers slamming unexpectedly into your tight pussy seemed to finally be the thing to wake you up, eyes snapping open as a mix between a moan and a shocked gasp escaped your mouth before being cut off by a hand muffling it.

"sh sh shh," sae-byeok hushed you, one of her hands firmly held over your mouth as you let out scared little whimpers. your eyes were wide as they took in sae-byeok, your stepsister, hovering over you with one hand muffling your noises and the other with two fingers buried knuckle deep inside your tight pussy.

your whimpers were cut off into choked moans when she started hammering her fingers inside of you, your wide glassy eyes looking deeply into hers as the squelching sounds echoed throughout your dark room along with squeaks every time her long fingers fucked into your wet pussy.

"shhh, that's a good girl. we don't want your dad to hear you being a little slut for your stepsister, huh? he's so happy with my mom, we don't want you ruining it for him just because you're a desperate whore, right?" the harsh words whispered into your ear got you to stop squirming against her, even in your sleepy and scared state you knew that if anyone were to see or hear this it would look incredibly bad. with the way your wetness coated your pussy and thighs it didn't particularly look like you were only moments ago asleep and being touched without your knowledge, it looked very much like you were a willing participant of this lewd act.

and anyway, it's not like this is the worst situation ever. you have a beautiful girl making you feel good, sure it may have been somewhat unconsenting but in some way you have been attracted to sae-byeok since you first met her. you may as well just enjoy it, it's not like she would stop whether you wanted it or not.

your body was jerked along your soft sheets every time sae-byeok hammered her fingers into your tight core, one of your hands moving up to grip her wrist tightly in your hand and moving it from your mouth to your neck. sae-byeok's lips twisted up into a smirk as she tightened her hand around your slim neck, staring intensely at your eyes while they rolled to the back of your head.

sae-byeok had to say she was surprised, she thought you'd at least resist her somewhat more to be honest. not that she's complaining at all, she's more than happy that you know you belong to her.

"look at you my pretty little pet, taking my fingers like a good girl. i wonder how your dad would react if he saw his precious little daughter humping your step sister's hand like a needy little slut." sae-byeok chuckled into your ear, the sight of her hand disappearing in and out of your heat repeatedly captivating her as your slick coated her hand and your thighs.

"i always knew you were a slut, you love my little visits don't you pet? i bet you did all this on purpose, wore these slutty little pyjamas and laid out so pretty just for me because you wanted this, wanted me to come and touch you." her quite words made you bite your lip hard to stop the loud moans escaping you, there may be some truth behind those words no matter how little.

you couldn't speak with the tight grip around your neck but that was probably for the best, all you could manage anyway was choked whimpers as your hips thrust up to meet sae-byeok's fingers thrusting into your tight walls. the pleasure coursing through you was immobilizing, it made you lose all your senses; everything was overcome by blinding pleasure.

heavy pants came from both you and sae-byeok as she fucked you with her fingers, your orgasm suddenly hitting you when her palm roughly rubbed against your sensitive clit several times while she still stuffed you full with her fingers.

a scream almost tore from your throat when white hot pleasure consumed you, being muffled by sae-byeok's plush lips crashing down on your own while your vision went black, your back arching and legs squeezing closed to trap her hand between your legs as an intense orgasm tore through you.

sae-byeok's grip remained tight around your throat despite your thrashing around, needing to ground you or else she was sure you would go bouncing off of the bed in the haze of your orgasm. she swore she could have came when she felt the gush of liquid squirt from your pussy against her palm, pulling away from your mouth to look down at your squirting pussy with glassy lust filled eyes. fuck that is the hottest thing she has ever seen, next time she has to take pictures for keepsakes.

you were none the wiser that you had squirted, coming down from the best orgasm you'd ever had as heavy breaths left your swollen lips, your eyes closed in content while little aftershocks rocked through your tired body. sae-byeok continued to slowly rock her fingers in and out of your overstimulated pussy, just fascinated by the wetness that now coated her hand and the sheets laying underneath you.

pulling her hand away from your neck with your own, you tiredly whined out her name to get her to pull her fingers away from your sensitive core. she chuckled as she thrust her fingers shallowly in your tight walls a few more times before pulling them out and sticking the soaking digits into her mouth, pulling away with a resounding 'pop' once she had gotten every bit of your slick off of her fingers.

"well, you seemed to enjoy that a lot." sae-byeok's teasing tone made you inch your exhausted eyes open, heaving up onto your elbows to see what she was looking so focused on only to drop back down with a deep sigh when you saw the wetness covering your thighs and bed sheets.

you were beyond embarrassment by now, having been touched by sae-byeok an undisclosed amount of times while you slept. you figured that was the least of your problems right now, plus you were too tired to care at this very moment.

not bothering with a response, you figured you'd talk about all the weird shit tomorrow. right now you just wanted to sleep.

already on the edge of falling asleep you felt sae-byeok pull your blanket up to cover your bottom half as she left fluttering kisses all over your face, a light whisper of "sweet dreams my little pet" being the last thing you hear before falling into a deep sleep once again.

sae-byeok stood next to your bed, admiring your sleeping figure as she always did when she finished playing with you. would you remember this tomorrow? would you think it was just a dream? she wanted to be sure you would know this was not a dream, that she really did give you that much pleasure, that you were hers.

so sae-byeok brought her face closer to yours, moving your hair away from your neck and admiring the bare skin. she would make sure that your neck was never bare again, whether it be covered with her teeth marks, hickies or her hand print there would always be some proof that you're hers.

slowly she ran her nose along your throat, breathing in your scent that was purely you. she softly kissed your neck before she started roughly sucking on it, wanting the mark to be as noticeable as possible and as big as possible.

pulling back, sae-byeok admired her work. i'll have to add to it tomorrow, she thought to herself. ah tomorrow night, sae byeok couldn't wait. she didn't get to cum tonight unfortunately, however she has a feeling she's going to have to teach her sweet little step sister a few things and she was fine with that.

after all, you're going to be together for a long time, right?

a/n: hihihi i might come back and edit a few parts of this later idk i reallllllly like the idea of step sister sae-byeok i might write more for this i didn't know how to end it sorrrry!! oh i also just hit 550 followers wth??? thank you all so much that's so fucking crazy damn please all you cuties stay safe byeeee <3

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[1c3d-choco]

Since I didn't introduce myself, here you go!

Names you can call me: Shree(IRL name), Sunny(Nickname), Cocoa Cookie(since I’m her IRL) Iced Choco(Internet name, I think?)

Nationality: ASEAN(GMT time-zone/I live in SG lol and I’m a hindu.)

Gender: Demi-girl

Pronounces: she/her, they/them, she/they

Sexuality: Aro-bisexual

Relationship status: Single

Mental illness: Hyperactive behavior/self-negativity

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Characters I stan: Espresso cookie, Cocoa cookie, Annie, Charlie, Ibuki Mioda, Shuichi Saihara, Kokichi Ouma, Blackberry Cookie, Lee Hooni, Tobias Schneien, Aubrey, Basil, Sunny, Isabella, Josh, Lisa, Herb cookie, Panty Anarchy, Squid Ink cookie, Clover cookie, Sparkling cookie, Licorice cookie, Kaede Akamatsu, Sae-byeok, Skid and Pump, Pico, Boyfriend, Sarvente, Pure Vanilla cookie, Hollyberry cookie, Pomegranate cookie, Pastry cookie, Hiyoko Saionji,  Nayeon

Favourite creepypastas: Clockwork, Sonic.exe, Suicide Mouse, Bloody Mary

OTPs I'm the priest of: Austin x Charlie, Shuichi x Kiibo, Sunny x Basil, Sparkling x Herb, Adventurer x Blackberry, Herb x Clover, Toko x Komaru, Makoto x Byakuya, Lisa x Guest 404, Kaede x Miu, Aubrey x Kim

Online besties:

Ausliesail/@austinxcharlie(Zaara)

@iyahpostsstuff (Iyah)

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"Thanks... for playing with me...!" - Ji-yeong(SQUID GAME)

"You're the good guy, Kel, and I'm the big bad bully... here to terrorize poor defendless Basil!" - Aubrey(OMORI)

"Yes I'm here, what now?" - Espresso Cookie(Crk)

"Well then, take care, everyone... Perhaps we'll meet again, in another life..." - Celestia Ludenberg(DR1)

"I believe in you, guys!" - Kaede Akamatsu(NDRV3)

"Tell the principal, tell your parents, go call the police, go call the FBI," - Adam(Ghost eyes)

"Firstly, we... we... what the fuck?" - Tobias(Ghost eyes)

"One question at a time! AHEM! We are taking part of Vanilla Kingdom's trials." - Licorice Cookie(CRK)

"Have a glass, it's on me!" - Sparkling Cookie(CRK)

"Hello there, welcome to my garden!" - Herb Cookie(CRK)

"Nobody's ever complimented me on my appearance before. Not even my own mother!" - Nagito Komaeda(SDR2)

“Give me... shinies...” - Squid Ink cookie.

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[7soulstars]

Is it okay if I request a Thranduil x Reader one shot where the reader is a Selkie? Selkies are from Scottish myth - they have a magical seal fur coat that lets them turn into a seal when they go underwater, but remain human while on land.

Hey babe! Thank you so much for requesting! Of course it’s okay. I had no idea what a selkie was in the beginning but through your explaination and some research I figured it out ! Again, I wanted to make this an angst but poor bby Thranduil has already gone through enough so I made it soft. Anyways, no more spoliers! Enjoy and thank you for being so patient with me ! 

Vespertine/ The Elf and the Selkie

Pairing: Thranduil x Selkie! Reader

Warnings: Angsty/Sad start, Mentions of death,Use of Scots(language spoken by Selkies), ending might make you go aww

Summary: A father telling his children a story of the legends long forgotten.

.................

 Vespertine; Occurring in the evening.

Lands lost, Kingdoms fell, Middle Earth was saved but no one could tell. The pain, people lost and the children snatched could not be reversed. Especially for the elves who left for the undying lands. 

One remained.

King Thranduil remained. Protests were made, the lords argued and urged. But he wouldn’t budge.

“There is nothing left of me...My duty is over and my family is not returning back to me...I shall stay here.....in Mirkwood”, he had simply stated to Elrond before he dismissed him. Elrond had sighed saying, “This will not end well for you....”,before leaving the former king. 

Alone.

He sat on his throne listlessly. Not a sound to be heard. No chittering crowds, no parties. Just emptiness. 14 years had passed like this and Thranduil had gotten used to it. Today marking the 14th year that is. 

Time flew by fast for elves. But not for lonely elves. No matter how beautifully maintained all of Mirkwood still was due to unbroken elven magic the gap kept growing wider in the King’s heart. He was left to his own disposition. He grew and foraged his own food, he drew his own water, he entertained himself with his own hobbies. But he never left Mirkwood. He protected the empty abandoned city.

He got used to it. He got used to being lonely until that one evening.

Thranduil killed spiders at evening. They were weaker by then and it was easier. He walked across the tangled path and froze on hearing whimpers. They were soft and pained coming from the rocks near the forest riverbank. The blone walked stealthily and carefully with sword in his hands and furrowed brows as he neared the rocks. When his eyes fell on the cause of the noise as he stopped dead in his tracks.

An injured seal.

It’s side was deeply cut into as it barely managed to keep it’s eyes open and tried to move away erratically from the said elf as if it was in danger. “Hey! Stop! I’m not going to hurt you!”, the elf yell-whispered as he struggled to keep the creature in place.Almost as if it understood it stopped still whining due to the pain inflicted by moving around before it fainted. Thranduil sighed. He hadn’t used healing for years he wasn’t sure he could do it now either. But leaving the seal injured was not an option. So he had to do it. 

He did.

Riding his loyal elk that had stayed with him he returned back to the nearest cave where he had healed and left the seal. 

It was empty.

Thranduil had frowned. Thinking it had left he turned only to stop and look back with a sword swinging back as he heard a spash and a soft voice.

“Are ye an elf ?”,voice asked. Thranduil looked down, behind the rock he had seen the seal in, peeped a woman. She was clutching onto a seal coat as she looked visibly scared at the sword drawn at her which the king immediately put back into it’s sheath. At this she came out furthermore as she pointed at the reddish scar on her side. “ye helpit me yesterday ?”, she questioned her eyes gleaming with an undefined innocence. 

Oh.

He had heard of a Selkie before but merely as myths. His mother sang him the song of the Mistress and The Selkie every night as a young ellon.It was his favourite. Thranduil looked back at the seal coat she held and then back at her. She gasps and immediately hides it behind her back as she attempts to look mad at the other. Thranduil’s heart felt weird. It fluttered at her action. 14 years without any contact with anyone made him forget the stern way of speaking that he had to maintain.

“I will not take it from you. I am here to see if you are felling better. Did you eat?”, he asked as he kneeled in front of her. She looked at him with intent in her eyes. Reaching forward she placed her wet hands on the king’s cheeks catching him off guard. “Wh-”

“Ye savit ma life from the human sailors”, she smiled softly.

Thranduil frowned in distaste he hadn’t heard the word ‘human’ in Valar knows how many years and it still leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He looked at her. Her facial features. Her blown out eyes. Her curiosity.

Her curiosity.

He was cut out of his thoughts of course a shade of pick dusting his face as he stuttered when she had moved to touch his sensitive elf ears. “A like yer ears ye are sae beautiful.” Thranduil had stilled and mentally yelled at himself because he knew she did not know elven customs but he let her do as she pleases.

The sky got darker and he knew he had to leave. But her words replayed in head over and over again

“Will ye come back tomorrow ?”

As if he could hear her speaking right as he sleeps.

Oh. She is alone too....

Thranduil did go back. Again and again and again for 30 years, every day straight. Her name was Y/N and her husband was killed by sailors and their daughter, taken away. She ran into hiding and reached Mirkwood where he saved her. They grew closer. Maybe because Thranduil liked Y/N.

Maybe because she was just like him or maybe he was in love.

He sat by the riverbank with Y/N who wore his spare clothes when she took her human form as they watched the birds and made flower crowns. Thranduil was distracted, constantly looking at the selkie’s expressions as she concentrated on making a flowercrown with water lilies from the river. On finishing she looked at him with the eyes he adored. “Look!”,she exclaimed as she put it on his elks head as it leaned towards her. It was attatched to her just the way it was attatched to Thranduil which was surprising to say the least. A smile plastered onto his face as the words slipped from his mouth. “It’s beautiful. Just like you.” There was a brief silence as Y/N slowly shifted. Her words almost going unnoticed as she stuttered. “Dinnae give me false hope.....” That moment Thranduil realized,

He was absolutely enamored by her.

He didn’t wait for even a minute more of thought before catching Y/N’s lips with his own in a searing kiss. It wasn’t too long or too less. Just right like them. But Y/N drew back and a look of panic spread Thanduil as he saw her eyes full of tears. “Please do not cry! Is it something I did Y/N ?”, he said as he tried wiping her tears frantically.

“A cannot leave the water for a long time A will aye have tae come back thon is a selkie's fate. A cannot stop lovin ye either or A will dee a selkie's fate“ (I cannot leave the sea for a long time i will always have to come back that is a selkie's fate. I cannot stop loving you either or I will die a selkie's fate”

Oh.

Thranduil knew what that meant now. He had felt it before, Y/N did too and so did Tauriel. The fear that he never wanted anyone to feel again.

“Oh darling you do not need to leave the water for us to be together. I will always be here. You could even spend time with me here”,pointed towards the forest path reaching up towards the palace, “Don’t stop loving me....please....”

For the first time ever Elrond’s prediction was wrong. 

Thranduil did not end up alone. He got a second chance.In life, in family

“Did they meet like that forever Ada?”

Well, yes,until someone with blonde long hair wearing a green tunic and with strikingly similar features as her lover gave Y/N a seal coat from a late Selkie.

“So did grand adar become like the Maiden from the song and went away with grand naneth?”

Mhmm. And the someone who gave the coat looked over them from far until he got the courage to visit for tea. And they all lived happily ever after. It’s almost Vespertine, your grandparents will be back soon.

“Legolas have you been telling her about us again ?”

Well Ada she did want to know the legend of the Elf and the Selkie who loved at Vespertine.

--The End--

I hope this is good I hope this is good please be good. I really worked so hard on this I created an entire novel worthy plot but I couldn’t put it all in a oneshot so I had to settle with this I really really hope you liked this it was soo hard to not make this sad and then I came across this song and everything just fell into thoughts like these😭. I know Thranduil is a bit ooc but pychologicaly speaking he did live alone for 14 years so I guessed it may change his behaviour especially after the battle of 5 armies. Again I really hope you like it. Please like, share and comment if you like my work to support and encourage me! Please do not plagarize my work I literally sell my soul to it.🥺🥺 Requests are always open and I love ya’ll soo much. 

~Love, Hri 🥰🥰

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[twilightknight17]

Today on P5S, we’re taking a nice relaxing dip in the hot sprin--

Fukuoka, Kyushu! The plan was to keep going straight through to Kyoto, but Makoto was hurting from all the driving, so we pulled over with the intention of spending the night in a proper hotel and having a good meal. Which, of course, means ramen, because we gotta try the local ramen in each place. ^_^

Even Morgana wanted to try, though he requested that Akira blow on it, first, because “feline tongues are sensitive.”

The plan was to stay in Fukuoka until Makoto was feeling better, but Zenkichi called and basically said we had to get to Kyoto right away. So after a night of sleep, we got up the next morning, and we finally learned why Haru hasn’t been driving, despite having her license.

My wife has a lead foot.

Apparently no one but Joker and Queen ever drove the Mona Bus, because everyone but Makoto seemed extremely surprised.

Supposedly it was eight hours to Kyoto. We were there by noon.

Anyway, this old bar is apparently Zenkichi’s safe house, if anything ever goes wrong on an investigation.

He’s tracked the list of names that we found in the lab back to a politician called Jyun Owada, who was apparently a Shido supporter. This guy would benefit from changes of heart, and one of his supporters is the CEO of Madicce, Mr. Akira Konoe. They determine that Owada wouldn’t have a Jail himself, but that he’s probably getting Konoe to influence people for him. Which means that, since Sophia sensed a Jail in Osaka (that we missed because we were all screaming at Haru’s driving), it’s most likely that Konoe is a Monarch.

So my dart hit the board, I just gotta see how close to the bullseye.

Zenkichi heads to Osaka for a meeting with Konoe to try to get his keyword, and convinces the kids to stay behind. They need to rest and recover so they can be at their best for the Jail. Plus, he’s put them up in the nicest hotel in Kyoto! Which means it’s time to go to the hot springs!

The boys are having a lovely time relaxing. Even Morgana’s chilling on a rock with his tail in the water, basking in the chance to really unwind.

.......Atlus. We need to have words.

Not only was this absolutely unnecessary...

It’s the exact same scenario as P3. We’re even in the same goddamn city. If I thought Gekkoukan would be willing to spend 40K per person a night, it might as well be the same hotel.

Apparently, the boys went in right before the time switched over, and didn’t realize. And now, once again, they’re up for an unjust execution. At least Yosuke and Teddie were actually peeping in P4.

Personally, I think a better plan would have been to start yelling, “Who’s there?” as soon as the girls came in. Sneaking just makes it look like you’re up to something nefarious. It was an honest mistake. And really, trying to get out without causing a scene isn’t a heinous crime.

We don’t see who knocked over the thing that got them caught, but they do get caught. There’s no gameplay here. Defeat is inevitable. And...

The girls jump immediately to accusing them of being perverts. Never mind that they’re wet because they just got out of the damn hot spring. And the boys try to explain. They try their best. They explain that they didn’t realize the time had switched. They explain that they’d gotten locked in without noticing, because the men’s side doors lock when it switches over. “It was an accident,” Akira says, plaintively.

And Makoto looks at these boys that she’s fought alongside for over a year. The ones who risked their lives to save her and everyone more than once. The teammates that she stood beside as they shot a god and saved the entire damn world. The ones who, on this very roadtrip, stepped in to defend Haru from Natsume being a harassing jackass... And she says...

She sounds actually angry.

And she beats them up.

For an honest mistake.

I know this is a trope, but in this particular instance, it’s stupid, and it feels incredibly out of character. None of the boys deserve this, but Akira least of all. He’s your goddamn leader; he’s done more for any of you than anyone else. He’s been falsely accused of shit over and over, and now he has to deal with it from his own teammates?

For shame, Atlus. Shitty writing, especially because this event is never going to be brought up again. Was this supposed to be funny? Because in this situation, it wasn’t at all.

...now that I’m done being cranky, let’s go check how Zenkichi’s meeting in Osaka is going.

Hm. Nowhere, apparently, because Konoe’s gone for the day. Weird. Zenkichi had an appointment and everything.

Now let’s check on... well fuck.

Commissioner Kaburagi, Zenkichi’s boss, is summoned by the commissioner general and the previously mentioned Owada. This asshole is claiming to have evidence that the Phantom Thieves are behind all the changes of heart. They hacked into EMMA!

You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve, when you’re the one behind this.

.......maybe this lady is better than I thought.

She says that there’s not enough proof, and that they need to look into things more. The commissioner general counters that the Thieves are going to be tried for murder. Because apparently they killed that poor man at the Okinawa facility after they learned how to get into EMMA.

Kaburagi knows this is bullshit and wants to investigate more, but they basically tell her to do it or else. And promise that she’ll be commissioner general one day. After the current commissioner general launches his political career with the capture of the Phantom Thieves, of course. And she’s just going to follow orders. Never mind. God. I didn’t misjudge her at all.

Konoe goes on TV and announces that they’re shutting down EMMA temporarily, because the Phantom Thieves hacked it and stole personal information. He also informs everyone that they murdered one of his employees. Zenkichi and I had the same reaction, which was “WHAT?!”

Look at this asshole.

Zenkichi realizes what’s going to happen and takes off for Kyoto. Cut to that night, where there’s an entire fucking squad of police outside of the hotel in riot gear. For seven teenagers. Zenkichi shows up and basically pleads with Kaburagi to stop and think, because the real mastermind is still out there.

Kaburagi snaps back with, “You mean like with your wife?” and Zenkichi shuts up. Low blow, lady. She also points out that he seems very attached to criminals.

Before Kaburagi can have the police storm the place, Zenkichi yells for the kids to run, and gets arrested for it. The kids make it to the safe house, but when they find out about the arrest, they want to go after him. They end up agreeing to let Makoto handle that, and then we get a look at King Asshole himself.

I hate how nice this man’s office is.

And I’m kind of afraid of EMMA.

Good luck with that, though. You’d have to break them first; you can’t change the heart of someone stable enough to have a persona. Not that this fuck would know that.

God, he’s like if Shido and Maruki had a fucked-up kid. He wants his own personal team capable of entering the metaverse and changing people, to make the world “better”. Holy fuck.

Somehow I don’t think you’re the one in the right, when you’re talking about making us a “sacrifice to bring about [your] new world order.”

So the next day, the Thieves get a text from Akane’s phone number, that basically says she’s been kidnapped. It’s clearly a trap, but they all agree that they have to go. According to the text, if they want her back, they need to come to Inari Taisha.

Also known as Fushimi Inari, the largest Inari Shrine in Japan. I’ve been there.

I have literally been right there. I have a picture:

And so the kids head into a Jail based on Fushimi Inari where the keyword is “Phantom Thieves”, and I try not to explode from sheer glee because oh boy I thought I’d have to wait a lot longer for this and also I didn’t expect it to be somewhere I know.

Eeeeeeeee~

They find Akane tied up and all go running towards her. Futaba trips, and before she can catch up, a huge cage snatches up the rest of them, because surprise, the Jail Monarch is Akane, and she’s absolutely ready to lord it over them.

Meanwhile, Zenkichi is getting beaten up in interrogation and taking it like a champ.

But it’s okay, because Makoto called in a favor. <3

Futaba managed to get back to the safe house, and Zenkichi met up with her there after Sae got him released.

So you know that bit in P5 where the phan-site poll hits 100% belief and we summoned a demon the size of a skyscraper? That’s Zenkichi right now, except he’s hitting Maximum Dad Energy and I’m pretty sure he’s going to summon his persona.

There’s a cool stealth sequence where you have to sneak by a bunch of shadows, because Zenkichi doesn’t have a persona. Futaba runs navigation for him, but it’s so funny because he... sneaks like a regular person. He doesn’t leap into cover with superhuman speeds.

It might have been cool to play Zenkichi With A Gun, but stealth mode was fun, too. XD

And then the confrontation with Akane. She gives the Thieves a choice of who wants their heart changed first, but before anyone can stupidly volunteer, Zenkichi shows up, and a few more things get revealed. Most importantly, the fact that Owada is the one who killed Zenkichi’s wife, and Zenkichi got death threats directed at Akane if he didn’t stop investigating. No fucking wonder he couldn’t solve the case. But Akane is too disillusioned to listen, because she doesn’t understand. And Zenkichi is forced to confront that at some point, he compromised his morals, telling himself he was doing it for Akane.

This line wasn’t sung, but I kind of wish it was, considering who his persona is. :P

Zenkichi admits that he might have been wrong. But he was doing it to protect the only family he had left.

“But at least I know what makes a person evil. Evil only cares about itself. It’s the mark of a man who would bring another to ruin and dare not show remorse.”

And his awakening was badass.

Shitty picture, but his literal shadow had glowing eyes while it was forming the contract. It was so cool. :D

Wolf is awesome. After beating up a whole hoard of shadows by himself, Akane got away, the Thieves were freed, and we all went back to the safe house to rest. And I swear, you take a nap for one hour, and cannot get any peace. XDDD

Thank you, darling. Now I gotta figure out what deck that’s from.

So that was today. Technically I only played for like...2 and a half hours?? But god, we hit the hot springs and everything just flung itself directly off a cliff and all I could do was hold on.

I have so many thoughts about things!!! But I need to see more first. But this has been fantastic overall.

#god this is a long one #Li plays P5Scramble

[lokiarsene]

Sorry for bothering you again, but I’m wondering, why would Akechi stick with Shido‘s associates though? The only reason he worked for Shido was for personal revenge. With him out of the picture there is no incentive for him to want to work for them. And I don‘t think they could force him into working for them - his whole 3rd semester arc was about him choosing death & freedom of choice over being controlled. He‘d rather die than be forced to do something he didn’t want to.

He wouldn’t have a choice, of course. They could easily hang him out to dry--or just kill him--if he didn’t do what they wanted. I highly doubt he’d want to be killed, and he certainly isn’t the type to take his own life if given a choice to do something else.

It’s just as possible he’s in police custody, of course. The men escorting him look like the cops following Akiren--but I have no idea why they’d be transporting him back to Tokyo, unless Shido is finally going on trial. But if that were the case, Sae doesn’t mention a peep of it to Akiren. It might be possible she doesn’t know he’s in custody because it’s protective custody, but if she’s part of the case against Shido... See how it goes?

#mod krist #theories #Anonymous #this is the ask tag

[fleetingfigures]

|| 2020: A Retrospective ||

With the year coming to a close soon, thank god, I thought it’d be cool to take a look back and see what’s transpired in FFXIV as well as this blog! Anyone also reading this, I invite to do the same, if you have time of course. It’s always nice to close out the year thinking of the positives. Though, without further ado let’s goooo~

Blog-Related

- Actually, well, started using this thing! Met a lot of cool peeps and had the chance to actually break out into the world RP thanks to it.

- Almost hit 100 followers, just 5 shy! 

- Top 10 Posts of the Year!

1). Promise Me You’ll... 116 notes - Aug 19 2020 

First and only post I’ve had reach 100 notes! Mighty proud of the posing I pulled off for this, and who knows, I might make a sequel in due time. WoL!AU’s are still very much my weakness. And G’raha. He’s a weakness of mine too, if it wasn’t readily apparent already.

2). LFRP - Saerno Glista (Balmung/Crystal DC)  75 notes - Jan 28 2020. 

Ah... My old LFRP. I even updated it, but I feel the need to change it again, especially given the fact I’m Giving my Carrd a complete overhaul. Might do the same to this blog too lmao. New Year new me as they say, but in actuality a lot has occurred for a certain catboy and things must be adjusted.

3). I Was Busy Thinking ‘Bout Boys  70 notes - Dec 5 2020

I was surprised this even got the attention it did lol. Seems NPC-related content is my most popular stuff. Also I am highly disappointed no one could recognize Arnott from the HW anima weapon quests. Y-yea he’s a very minor NPC, but I think he’s a cutie.

4). Black Mage is a Fun Class 51 notes - May 6 2020

The first of my fun class series! Originally wasn’t supposed to be a series at all, but I decided that every class in the game deserved some love! Also can I just say how much I love staves? Oh and the pagos bandana. It fits oddly well Sae imo.

5). Eden’s Promise Eternity 46 notes - Dec 18 2020

One of my more recent posts, and one not all too involved in the posing. Though, like I said in the post, the MOMENT I saw that arena, I fell in love with its lighting. OST is also a banger. Glad that people enjoyed random glamour shots with Gshade improving the already good lighting.

6). A Guide to Arcanima 42 notes - Sep 28 2020

The post I put the most time into... Photoshopping became so tedious at some points, but it was well worth it! I’m proud of the result and the opportunity to share some of my views upon the RP-flexibility of Arcanima.

7). Random Shower Thought 32 notes - Feb 9 2020

...I genuinely do not remember making this post.

8). Astrologian is a Fun Class 31 notes - Nov 30 2020

My old healing main, but still without a doubt the most beautiful class in the game. I wish Tumblr didn’t restrict gif sizes, but I understand the need for people’s devices to not implode when loading resources. So much grain could be reduced and more detail could be added, but alas. The screenshot at the end is still my favorite screenshot of Sae I’ve taken, even if it’s not IC.

9). Crystarium Coat of Scouting 29 notes - Mar 20 2020

And I still stand by my statements today. Since last tier is a patch behind us now, I could spare some augments to finally dye the coat. And, like a basic bitch, I’ve made Saerno’s ninja Rogue glamour jet black as far as the eye can see; all leather, of course. What is a rogue really without their leather?

10). 26 notes - Nov 16 2020

One of my first gifsets next to my Ninja ones! It Showcases the wonderful land of La Noscea, Sae’s only true home, and highlights some of his personal favorite areas! Hence why Limsa is barely pictured. He likes the city, but growing up in the country makes one appreciate the more natural side of La Noscea.

(Created by TumblrTop10)

In-Game

- Levelled all classes to 80! Though it does feel a bit hollow not being able to get xp for doing stuff now...

- Started Raiding... Well, seriously. I used to be a scrub and only do e1,e5 and e6 savage in PF, but a friend’s static needed a healer and they all but convinced me I was good enough to join. It’s been a hell of a ride, I’ll finally be going into e12s soon, but my experiences thus far have been awesome to say the least. I feel like I’m actually getting the most out of this game now that I both savage raid and take the time to RP.

- FINALLY GOT A HOUSE ON BALMUNG. 

God was the release of the new wards hella stressful. Stayed up all night, logged on the second I could, booted up next to the ferryman. Didn’t get my ideal plot, but got the neighboring one. I finally got to house something with more than 100 slots, and for that, I am eternally thankful.

- Finished those goddamn Shared Fates. And all so I could get a piece of music and possibly make a few million gil selling other SHB area themes. Crystarium night theme is the GOAT and you cannot tell me otherwise.

Roleplay

- Actually RP’ed outside of my circle of friends! Now I haven’t had the time recently to seriously go back to it like I once did, but the things I’ve learned and the people I’ve met... I wouldn’t trade it for the world. With this upcoming new year, and me taking a small break from Uni, I think I’ll begin in earnest again! First I’ve gotta update all these damn sites first to better reflect where Saerno is now.

- New Plotlines realized, old ones closed up. It’s cathartic and oh so satisfying, in a way, to see your OC go through legitimate change and to have them put a cap upon a phase of their life, slowly moving on to the next. While Saerno is still as brash as ever, he’s begun to realize just how fragile his life is. To slow down, to sit back, rest, to think about the direction his life is headed, that is the essence of his new arc.

- Secrets to uncover. To keep things brief and without many spoiler, Saerno has made the transition from Arcanist to Summoner, but with it comes its own host of problems, ones that Saerno has to grapple lest things take a turn for the worse.

- Potential Alts. Well, now that I have money again... I may actually follow through on one of the many alt ideas I’ve had, some tangentially tied to Saerno’s own story, others completely unrelated. A tailor with an unrequited love that’s inspired him throughout his hardships? Perhaps the prodigal daughter of a family whose cunning nature only fuels her desire of pure freedom? Or maybe the son of Doman liberators, trying desperately to gain the approval and praise of others so that his parents’ name do not die out completely. So many choices... 

And, well, that’s all! So far while 2020 has been quite terrible, at least I have these moments to look back upon fondly. Thanks to any and all of your who have been here this year, and here’s to hoping for a wonderful 2021! 

#ffxiv #rp #Balmung #Screenshots #Saerno Glista #Thank you all! #And a Happy New Year in advance~ #It's been a lovely year for my creativity

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 18

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Chapter 18

Trouble in paradise

And another year was coming to a close. The surrounding woods of District 12 stood covered in white. Merciless storms whined around the houses and shops and it snowed sometimes all day and all night.

The roads were a constant trouble but Sae’s granddaughter Nella’s family, the one who owned horses, put Blaze and Misty to good use so the people of Twelve could still go about their business. Katniss, Peeta and Posy built a colossal snow lantern in Haymitch’s back garden and Buttercup refused to set so much as a paw outside.

Twelve’s mentor always got surlier in winter. Just like the cat he spent most of his days cooped up in the house, a bottle of spirits in one hand and his knife in the other. Effie made him put it away in a kitchen drawer during her visits. Said she wasn’t keen on getting stabbed in the middle of the night. But since she hadn’t been around in almost two weeks now it had resumed its old purpose. He needed something to hold on to in the night.

With an array of bottles at arm’s reach Haymitch stared sullenly at the phone, his head against one of Effie’s fancy sofa cushions. Less fancy after he spilled on it. The house without Effie was like a garden without a gardener. Sooner or later it went back to its original state. He just couldn’t find a good enough reason to clean up his mess when she wasn’t around.

She tried to get some school trip to a district approved and the Board was giving her a hard time. That’s why she had to cancel but would it kill her to give him a call now and again?

He lifted the bottle to his lips and grunted when he swallowed the last drops. Why was it, that no matter how many seals he snapped he was always sucking the dregs out of it? He grabbed another and let the empty one roll onto the floor where it clinked against the rest of them.

He turned and shifted on the couch. It was exactly 13 days since he saw her and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this uncomfortable. Even in just his pyjama pants the fabric strained against his business. Hell, you could camp under there.

He knew alcohol withdrawal. Was there anything such as sex withdrawal? Because he was horny pretty much all day long. Phone sex just wasn’t the same and Effie hadn’t had much time or peace for that lately either.

 I won’t call her, he thought. What little pride he had left he liked to keep.

 That’s what annoyed him most about all this. If anyone, Effie was the one supposed to be pining, not him! They’d been together for less than three months and already he’d grown dependent on her!

And it wasn’t just the sex. He was better with her. The nights were never easy but he wondered if Effie knew how hard it was to go solo again after he got used to having her arms and legs wrapped around him. Her kisses distracted him and calmed him down faster than a bottle even.

“This is bullshit,” he told the ceiling. Real good thinking. Getting hooked on someone who lived 24 hours away. ”Bloody woman,” he muttered and slipped his hand inside his pyjama pants. ”All weird clothes and… s-silly accent.” He groaned and screwed his eyes shut.

Lost in his own dirty imagination he never heard the door when it opened and closed.

“Haymitch? You awake? Oh! God, I didn’t need to see that.”

Peeta. Great. Exactly what he needed. Disgruntled, Haymitch pulled his hand out of his pants and saw the boy stand there with a loaf of bread and his hand over his eyes.

Meddlesome kids.

He tossed a threadbare, old blanket over his groin and sat up.

“Since when did you get so squeamish?” he muttered. “Wotcha expect when you walk into a man’s house?”

Peeta peered through his fingers and when he saw his mentor was decent he handed over the loaf, wrapped in a towel. Haymitch muttered out thanks and poured himself a glass of wine. He carved off an uneven slice of the still warm bread that he offered the boy.

“No, thanks, I already ate,” Peeta said and watched his old mentor dunk it in his wine. “You know, Haymitch,” he said and walked over to the hearth to build up the fire. “If you miss her so much just take the train. Before you get completely chafed.”

”Good one,” Haymitch muttered. He looked at the boy with a pair of blood-shot eyes. “What day is today?”

“Saturday,” Peeta replied. “December 1th. And I spoke with Annie”, he added. “We’ll go there on the 11th instead. Theresa works all through the holidays.”

Haymitch nodded to show he heard. Ever since Tessa moved to the fishing district, her relationship with her daughter had shrunk to a call or two. Mostly just birthdays and Christmas. But she had reached out to the girl this year, or so he heard.

Too little, too late, he thought but kept to himself. He wasn’t going to butt in. He left that to the boy. Besides, even if he could come up with something helpful, Peeta would say it anyways and say it a hundred times better.

“Sarah and Cassia will mind the bakery,” Peeta went on. “And Annie said if you and Effie want to join, there’s plenty of room.”

A flame danced up from the coals and so Peeta left his mentor to his own devices. Now was his chance to lock the door and pick up where he left off. He considered it a moment but fuck it, he wasn’t in the mood and soon it was going to be dark. Those damn winter nights that went on forever.

 He drowned another piece of bread in his glass. He should just drink himself into a stupor and have this day be over and done with. Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

 xXx

*ring ring* Hello, this is Effie Trinket’s answer phone. I can’t pick up at the moment but do leave a message and I will call you back. Until then: have a very very nice day! *peep*

*ring ring* Hello, this is Effie Trinket’s answer phone. I can’t pick up at the moment but do leave a message and I…

Yes, hello? Effie Trinket.

Hey, Effs. Remember me?

Oh, hi Haymitch. How are you?

Bored. Bit hammered.

Well, of course. Did you eat at least?

When you comin’ over, Eff? You never said.

…

Hello?

Yes, I’m here. But Haymitch, I’m afraid I won’t make it to District 12 this week. Half the parents are already furious with me and the Board…

So to hell with it. We’ll go to Four. Annie says…

It’s not for me. It’s for the girls. And this trip will happen, I’ll make it happen!

You didn’t come last week either.

I know.

I …*sighs* I can come over.

Haymitch.

What?

It’s not a good idea. I really need to focus on this 100% and you are…

A big, fat distraction.

Exactly! No, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… I won’t be home a lot and it would be no fun for you in the Capitol if…

*snorts* Yeah, cause I normally have a blast in the big C. But fine, whatever. Just forget it.

Oh, Haymitch. Don’t be like that. I promise I will make it up to you.

*mutters and takes a mouthful of something*

I’ll call you tomorrow night, OK?

*mutters continues*

Haymitch…

Alright. Alright. I’m not angry. Not even a little. *drinks another mouthful* I can do without you kickboxing me in bed anyways.

Goodnight, Haymitch. We’ll talk tomorrow. And please don’t drink too much.

Night, Eff.

*toot toot*

xXx

If Haymitch believed he couldn’t be further from Effie’s thoughts he was wrong. She missed him dearly.

I should tell him so properly, she thought as she poured herself a glass of water and made a mental note to call him again during her lunch hour.

It snowed in District 12 but here the lamp posts reflected themselves in rain puddles on her street. But the Captiol would let the first snow fall any day now and it might very well be the last time too.

There were serious talk about de-funding the weather control altogether and use the money where it was more needed. It stirred a heated debate in the media. To here the negative voices say it, it would be the final nail in the Capitol’s coffin.

As for Effie she found the whole circus rather annoying, especially since she knew something else in much greater need of raised awareness.

With one last critically look in the mirror she reached for her purse on the bed. She knew what Haymitch would say about the bandana but showing up with her natural hair wouldn’t win her any points with the school board.

She turned for the door.

And jumped back.

“Haymitch!” she gasped, hand over her heart. “W-what on Earth…?” Because leaned against the doorframe, face puffy and red, stood the man she hadn’t laid eyes on in two weeks.

”Thought I’d surprise you,” he said. “Believe it or not but I missed you, sweetheart.”

He pushed himself off the frame and wrapped his arms around her.

Haymitch, you’re hard! Did you drink?”

“Not a drop.”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she said, voice muffled by his lips. ”I told you… I told you, now is not a good time. Haymitch!” she groaned in frustration when he nuzzled her neck. ”I don’t have time for this. My cab will be here at any moment.”

“Five minutes,” he mumbled and pecked and licked the tender skin just below her earlobe where he knew she liked to be kissed and Effie groaned again. A different kind of groan this time. “Come to bed, sweetheart.”

“Haymitch,” she sighed, torn between lust and aggravation. She wrapped her arms around his neck. ”You are totally ruining my schedule.”

They sunk down onto the bed. Effie’s carefully painted lipstick smeared out on both their face, their kisses stressed and eager. She fumbled with his belt and Haymitch trembled in every limb when she pulled down his pants, his underpants. Their lips clashed together again and she grinded her thigh against him.

“No! Ohh!” Haymitch got out and before he could even try to rein himself back in he climaxed. All over Effie’s skirt.

“Haymitch!” She pushed him off of her and stared at his mess. “I don’t believe you!” she hissed and hurled herself out of bed. “This is exactly why I never should give in to you and your goddamn hands, Abernathy!” A car honked outside. “And there’s my cab. Brilliant! Just brilliant!”

She locked herself in the bathroom and Haymitch sat on the bed, rather foolish and with lipstick all over his mouth. He heard the sound of water running and soon she returned, flushed and half dressed, hopping about on one leg to try and get out of her silk stockings. He grinned at how sexy and ridiculous she looked.

Big mistake.

“You think this is funny!?” Effie spat. “How would you feel if I shot my bodily fluids on you!?”

That only invited bad jokes but he knew he was one wrong word away from being thrown out so he just pulled up his pants and got out of bed.

“Sorry, Eff,” he said and tried to pull her into one of his bear hugs. But he could just as well save his breath.

“Careful,” she said and pushed him away. “Before you to blow all your fuses. I have to go.”

And she closed herself in the walk-in closet and didn’t come out again until dressed in an identical outfit as before, only turquoise this time. “I’ll see you tonight,” she said when she brushed by him.

He listened to the fading clatter of her high heels and the cab when it drove off a moment later.

This spur of a moment trip didn’t go at all the way he pictured it.

He wiped the lipstick with the back of his hand.  Last time he showed up unannounced they kissed on her doorstep and he got both her and coffee.

This was something else.

And to come on her leg like a teenager. Course, he wasn’t famous for his stamina but he should really be past that point at least.

He sighed and stripped the mattress. Normally he never bothered to make the bed. Effie complained about it all the time. But he’d have a hard time getting back into her good graces as it was so couldn’t hurt.

Not that he wasn’t used to pissed Effie. He’d spent half his life fighting with that woman. Only reason they hadn’t these past few months was because they were both breaking their balls to try and impress each other. Was only a matter of time, really, before they were back to their bickering, old selves. And in a way it was a relief. Familiar ground.

Half an hour later he poured himself a glass of orange juice that he brought with him into the living room.

It would be a long day. He should have brought a book or something. But they spent next to no time here so he never bothered to leave his own stuff around the place like she did in Twelve. Besides, with a butt naked Effs Trinket, who cared about reading?

The glass clattered against his teeth when he drank. He didn’t lie when he told Effie he was sober. One positive thing about her job was that he could drink himself blind when she wasn’t around and thereby stay sober enough once she was.

Chaff would laugh if he knew his old friend rationed his liquor for a woman but really it made life a hell of a lot easier.

Dawn broke into full morning. He wanted to get some shut-eye while he waited for her but between the shakes and the painful sunshine he wasn’t getting much rest.

He rubbed his temples. It was the same each time. The tremors, the headaches. Nausea was next.

And those goddamn mirrors! How many did one person need? He struggled with the blinds, pulled the curtains together but the light was still too bright.

I’m not gonna drink. Not yet. Later. After we’ve made up and she’s asleep.

But Haymitch Abernathy’s perseverance had never been strong. Not when it came to alcohol. He soildered on, for an hour, two. But before long he stumbled through her apartment in search for his bag.

He looked in all the usual places. The hallway, her bedroom, the living room, even the wardrobes in case Effie found it and put it away. Cushions flew through the air as he searched the couch, he tore at the curtains despite the evil sun, checked all the window sills, twice.

Nothing.

And then he realized it and headache or no headache he slammed his palm against the wall.

He forgot the damn thing on the train! He’d been so occupied with thoughts of what he was going to do to Effie when he saw her he went and left it on the seat!

Spewing profanities over himself, he stalked off to Effie’s drinking cabinet but his indignation just flared up all the hotter at the sight of the empty shelves. Since when had he given her a reason to hide her liquor? Not lately! And it wasn’t like Effie had gone and boozed through her entire supply all of a sudden.

He wondered how she would like to see him go cold turkey. Katniss and Peeta could tell her how fun that was.

And all at once, his anger turned to despair. He sunk down onto the couch, his aching head in his hand. An ache for which there was only one cure.

xXx

Maybe I was too hard on him.

Effie climbed out of the cab, umbrella folded in hand. It was dark when she left home and it was dark now. Her breath stood like a cloud in the cold air.

He came all this way.

The apartment was also dark and she turned the lights on with a double clap. A soft clap just in case he was asleep, but she doubed it. He seldom slept this late in the day.

“Haymitch?”

When she didn’t found him on the couch she went from room to room, even the gym and library.

Once back in the living room Effie’s eyebrows were furrowed together. Did he go back to District 12? No, surely not.

The sofa cushions were all in the wrong places and distractedly she put them back where they belonged.

He must have gone out, she thought. Maybe to walk her home from the Academy and they missed each other. Or perhaps even get her something to make up for this morning.

Yes, he’d show up eventually and she’d already decided not to mention what had happened. She didn’t want to spend their night fighting too.

She took a magazine from the rack just as the first few raindrops fell outside. Before long it poured in such relentless sheets you could hardly see across the road even and if Effie thought reading would take her mind off things she was sorely mistaken.

As the hours passed it was impossible not to think about Haymitch trapped out there in the wet and cold. All she could hope for was that he found refuge somewhere. Maybe a coffee house. Yes, Haymitch probably enjoyed a cup right at this moment. No reason to worry.

But Effie was a worrier and worry she did. She sat on the couch, magazine long forgotten and stared out the window.

What if he got lost? Or hurt? Yes, she could see it so clearly. How he crossed the street, soaked and freezing and just desperate to come home to her again. How stupid of me, he’d think, to leave Effie’s nice and warm and well-furnished apartment when I could be in her arms right now. I should listen to her more.

But then a car came and Haymitch got hit, of course he got hit! He never looked both ways properly. And now he lay there on the road while the rain washed his blood down the street and the world floated away and the last thing Effie ever did while he lived was to snap and yell, all because of a little ejaculation.

The vivid images had Effie on her feet. Pacing the floor she wrung her hands in distress.

5 minutes, she thought. I’ll give him 5 more minutes and…

That’s when a pair of head lights sailed across the wall. Effie whipped around and even before the knock she was at the door.

“Evening, ma’am. This man says he lives here.”

On her welcome mat stood two police officers. The rain splashed off their uniforms and propped up between them was Haymitch.

He barely noticed what was going on. His head hung low, hair in wet tangles over his face. You could smell the whiskey on him a mile away. Effie watched the man she shared beds with and knew she was an idiot. A complete idiot, even after all these years. Because she never learned, never truly accepted this was how Haymitch ended up. How he always ended up.

“Ma’am?” the officer repeated and snapped her back to reality.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, that’s just about right.”

They helped Haymitch inside and filled her in on what had happened. Apparently he’d gone to the pub on Heaven’s Square. When the bartender finally told him he’d had enough, things got loud, he wouldn’t leave and finally she had to call the police to come and get him.

“I’ll manage it from here,” Effie said when Haymitch leaned heavily on her, swaying from side to side. “Thanks for your help.”

The two men nodded. When they walked back to their car, one of them turned to the other and said,

“That was Haymitch Abernathy, right?”

“Yes, I think so. He hasn’t changed much, has he?”

And they both chuckled.

“Oh, Haymitch,” Effie said as she half-led, half-carried him through the apartment. “I was so worried about you.”

“Wanted to see you,” he slurred and Effie grimaced at the smell of his breath. It could light a flame. “Better with you, Effie. Better. Oh, ” he groaned. “I don’t feel so good.”

”OK, OK, come here,” said Effie. She struggled to open the bathroom door, her hands full with Haymitch until she managed to get them both inside. Haymitch reached blindly for the toilet and for the next half hour Effie held his hair as he puked.

His shirt and trousers were damp from the rain and once she got him on to the bed she stripped him down to his undergarments. She went to get a blanket but changed her mind mid-way and headed for the broom closet first.

Which was good thinking because she had no sooner re-appeared with the bucket before Haymitch groaned again and she stuck it under his face just in the nick of time.

xXx

“Wha… what’re…?”

The pounding that had woken him only grew worse as Haymitch slowly came to his senses.

“What’re you doing?” he murmured.

“What does it look like?” Dressed in a fresh teacher’s outfit, navy this time, Effie walked back and forth across the room, getting her last minute things. Each step of her high heels sent a jolt of pain through his skull.

Very slowly Haymitch pulled himself to sitting. He winced when she snapped her purse shut. A gunshot couldn’t have made a greater sound. He rubbed his bare chest and watched her lift a water carafe off the vanity table.

“Oh, thanks, sweetheart,” he croaked. His throat felt like someone had dragged it along the asphalt.

Effie eyed him coolly.

”This is for me,” she said. “Unless you want to get me pregnant on top of everything else.” She swallowed the pill. “Not that I am going to sex you up anytime soon.”

Haymitch rubbed his eyes, wished nothing more than to go back to sleep. No, most of all he wanted a drink but he fought the nausea and forced himself to stand.

”What do you want?” she asked when she had his hands on her shoulders. “If you’re thirsty, then…”

”Don’t shout, sweetheart,” Haymitch murmured. ”’m sorry ’bout yesterday.”

”Do you even remember yesterday?”

He tried to pull her into a hug but Effie resisted, squirmed like she sat on an anthill.

”I have to go.”

“It’s early.”

“To you maybe. No.” She pressed her palms against his chest and made him take the empty glass. “Drink water if you need it. Breakfast is on the table.”

And he was alone again.

He felt his way to the bathroom like a boat in full storm and spent some quality time with his best friend the toilet.

This was his reality every time he had a withdrawal. Afterwards he always drank more than he could take. He soaked it up like a dry rag.

And later when he sat in one of Effie’s armchairs, wrapped in a robe and his hands around a mug of coffee, he tried to piece together exactly what had happened yesterday.

 He went out to get his bag. That much he remembered. But he never got that far because… he took the route through Heaven’s Square. Yeah, to have a drink at the pub first. And one drink became two and two became three until he was an absolute wreck for Effie to take care of.

In other words, same old same old.

He slurped his coffee.

I should find some way to make it up to her.

xXx

*ring ring* Hello, this is Effie Trinket’s answer phone. I can’t pick up at the moment but do leave a message and I will call you back. Until then: have a very very nice day! *peep*

Haymitch, it’s me. I’m running a little late because I bumped into Octavia. She’s very upset because her boyfriend just broke up with her. She needs a friend right now so I promised I’d stay with her for a while. But I should be home by eight. You can make your own dinner, right?

“Great,” Haymitch muttered. “Just great.”

But then he had to caugh again and he whisked the smoke that billowed up from the roast pan.

He’d never win an award as “Chef of the year” (Neither would Effie for that matter) but he cooked when he was a kid! How out of practice could one person get?

 He eyed the dish to try and assess the damage. It was supposed to be roast beef with potatoes and vegetables but it didn’t look right. Not like the recipe. But maybe if he just cut away the burned parts and jumbled it up a little perhaps she wouldn’t notice?

Man, why didn’t he just order catering and pretend he made it? A romantic dinner. Fuck, what a bright idea.

The bottles of red wine had stood untouched in their paper bag all night but now he seized one of them. Just a glass. Just to shut his damn body up.

He found the corkscrew, his breaths more rapid at the mere prospect and he sighed with relief when the red liquid wet his tongue.

It was amazing how much easier everything got after that one drink. The tremors disappeared and so did most of his worries. It would still be great. It looked great, at least it would once on the table.

Ten to eight he spread the beige table cloth (champagne coloured, Effie would say) in the dining room that they hardly ever used. He set the table, dug out some candles and the fancy plates.

Last of all he dropped a handful of lemon slices into the water carafe and paused only to pour himself some more wine. He admired his work – the food, the folded napkins, the candle light in the pretty glasses rimmed with gold.

He saluted his reflection and drank.

xXx

By the time Effie pushed inside the apartment it was past midnight. Her head throbbed from having to console Octavia for the past hours and she couldn’t stop a moan when she finally got out of her high heels.

All she wanted was to sleep but her hands shook from low blood sugar so she limped off to make herself a sandwich.  She opened the kitchen door.

And stopped short. For a full minute she just stared at the scene before her, like she couldn’t take it in. Unwashed coppers and pans balanced precariously on top of each other. Used plates, silverware and kitchen tools filled the sink. The counters and the floor were covered with carrot and potato peels, smushed tomatoes, withered lettuce and pools of vinegar. The butter was left to melt, the fridge door not even closed. And the smell of burnt meat she hadn’t noticed through the door filled her nostrils.

It was the paper bag, the empty paper bag, that finally brought life back into her numb limbs.

“Haymitch!”

It wasn’t hard to find him. She needed only follow his snores. She pushed inside the dining room and there he was. Face down on the table, surrounded by empties.

I should just leave him like this. Go to bed and leave him like this!

“Wake up,” she said and shook him.

Haymitch mumbled something and his snores resumed.

”Wake up!” She shook him harder and just when she seriously considered Katniss’s cold water method he cracked opened an eye.

“Where you been?” he slurred and slowly lifted his head from the table.

“With Octavia. I told you so over the phone. Haymitch, how could you!”

“There’s dinner.” He gestured towards the cold food and would have knocked over a candle hadn’t she been there to straighten it up. “Made it so you wouldn’t be pissed no more.”

“Good thinking, Haymitch.”

“Just have to heat it up.” The chair slammed against the floor when he pulled himself up. “I’ll heat it up for you. I’ll do an’thing for you.”

“Come here now.” She tried to steer him away from the table. “Haymitch. Oh, don’t bother with the food!” she said when he grabbed the roast pan. To heavy for him in his state it tilted and potatoes, beef and root vegetables bombed the parquet floor. He staggered back a step when she tried to take it from him and the salad bowl smashed to pieces when he bumped in to the table.

"Careful!"

She tugged at his arm and tried to pull him away but his foot slid forward on a piece of tomato and Haymitch slumped down on his ass. He grunted, confused and crawled on all fours as he tried to find his footing.

“Watch out for the broken glass, Haymitch. Come, I’ll help you.” She put his arm around her shoulder, her own around his back and under his armpit. “Push with your feet,” she said and made a gigantic heave. He was like a sack of potatoes and the smell of wine was so overwhelming it would have brought her dinner up if she had any.

She’d gotten him half way up when Haymitch suddenly gasped and then he vomited all over the floor. A vile, red mixture that splattered Effie’s legs and skirt.

She didn’t know how she managed to get him back to her bed. But just like the night before he collapsed face down and she stripped him out of his clothes. Vomit dripped down his chin and nose and she wiped him off, rather roughly.

“Do you need to throw up again?” she asked and reached for the bucket. “Haymitch, do you feel sick?”

But he looked at her cross-eyed like he didn’t hear or understand.

She left him with the bucket nearby and went into the bathroom to get out of her soiled outfit.  But she hadn’t gotten even half-way before she had to steady herself against the wall. The lack of sleep combined with the fact she hadn’t eaten finally took its toll on her and tiny, black spots swam before her eyes. With no chair closeby she let herself slide down the wall until she sat on the floor, waiting for the dizziness to subside.

Through the ringing in her ears she heard Haymitch’s groan.

“Eff. Effs, I…”

And then there was only the splash of vomit when it hit the floor.

Effie closed her eyes.

xXx

 *ring ring*

Pallas’s Academy. This is Ruby.

 I need to talk to Effie. Can you get her to the phone, please? Effie Trinket.

May I ask who’s asking?

That’s… no one.

She’s got class.

Well, it’s important. Will only take a minute.

She’s got class.

Yeah, I heard you the first time. Tell her … tell her it’s Haymitch.

Haymitch … That Haymitch? As in Haymitch Abernathy?

So can you get her to the phone now?

I’m not supposed to interrupt unless there’s an emergency.

Well, it is.

It’s an emergency?

It’s an emergency. Now go get Effie.

Alright. Excuse me a moment Mr. Abernathy.

 …

Haymitch? Are you alright?

Yeah, I’m fine. Look Effs, about last night …

Why do you tell Ruby there’s an emergency if you’re fine?

Only way I could talk to you.

Haymitch, you interrupted me in the middle of class!

I just wanted to say…

I’m not interested in anything you have to say right now! I’ve barely slept in days, you’ve ruined two outfits for me and my girls are waiting!  Do you have any idea …

Oh, for God’s sake woman! Just let me tell you why I called and I’ll hang up!

No, I am hanging up! And don’t you ever call me at work again unless, of course, you’ve drunken yourself back into the hospital! Goodbye!

*toot toot*

xXx

The flat audio tone rung in his ear. Haymitch sighed and hung up. He slumped down on the couch and rubbed his forehead.

When he woke today, finding her long gone, he hoped against hope that he could at least clean up his own mess and felt a fresh pang of guilt and regret at the sight of the spotless kitchen and dining room with the strong fumes of cleaning fluids that badly masked the familiar odor underneath. Poor Effie.

How could he let everything reel so completely out of control? Must be some kind of a record.

Of course, it wasn’t the first time she’d taken care of him drunk but she was still just his colleague back then and when he was too much to handle she always had help from the Capitol attendants. To have to clean up his mess as his woman… It was a difference.

And then it was this last, brilliant move of his. To call and apologize. He bent over backwards to fix things and only made it worse.

Maybe I should just go home.

He didn’t want this trip to be just like when Annie, Finn and Johanna came over and he made a complete arse of himself. At least then he had some kind of a mitigating factor to his actions.

But he knew Effie. If he left she’d take that as an offence too.

He drew a deep sigh and with nothing better to do he grabbed her newspaper and opened it at a random page.

And as if fate had a hand in it, it happened to be a full spread add. Of a dance palace.

“Atlas Halls open for the Christmas season,” he read. The picture showed a bunch of weird looking couples twirling around a winter scene with fake trees in the background.

Atlas Halls? Sounded familiar but he was pretty sure he���d never set foot in the place. No, Effie mentioned it at some point. Yeah, she’d spent New Year’s there a couple of times.

Haymitch knew a few Capitol dances, believe it or not. He let Effie teach him years ago. Part of their whole charming sponsors away from their money act. Back when he still thought their district might have a shot in hell.

She’d be home in three hours. That gave him plenty of time.

Because if a night out dancing wouldn’t brighten Effie’s mood nothing could.

He shouldered out of his robe once inside the bathroom. He didn’t exactly smell like roses and he liked Effie’s shower. Felt like standing in a warm summer rain. Of course the products weren’t great. She had so many bottles and jars and tubes in here she could open her own beauty parlor. Half the stuff he didn’t know what it was for and even the supposedly ‘male’ scents she bought especially for him smelled weird as fuck.

Finally he poured something blue on his head and as he massaged it into his hair he made a mental note to bring his own stuff next time. That was to say if there would be a next time.

Back home he did nothing to his hair after he showered, just left it to sundry. But if desperate times called for desperate measures. He punched a few buttons on the panel and stepped onto the math so the currents could turn his wet, tangled hair into something he knew he’d hate. 

Baked and dried he went to have a look at himself and true enough. His hair had gone from familiar to Capitol. He hung a towel over the mirror so he didn’t have to see it.

 There was an electric razor on one of the shelves but he didn’t touch it. Effie would have to live with his stubble. He looked enough like a Peeta blonde little boy as it was. Instead he went to have a look in his closet. She always sneak bought him stuff. One of the habits she was unable to kick and well, it was her money.

 He dumped the garment bags on the bed. Damn, this would be an exhausting night. But he’d suffer through it, the looks and the whispers. He’d dance with Effie and afterward everything would be good again.

Which was why, an hour before Effie went off work, Haymitch sat on the couch dressed to the nines.

And as much as he hated to admit it he actually liked this outfit. The dark blue suit went well with the checkered waistcoat and the lilac dress shirt underneath. Even his pink and blue tie with the matching pocket square looked good. The collar was a little snug but he couldn’t afford to be whiny.

He should’ve thought about this days ago.

 But the hour went by and no Effie showed up. He tried to remember how far away her school was. Even if the Capitol was big (not like District 2 or Eleven but still) the public transportation was so advanced here, nothing lay far off. He could call a cab. Go and meet her. But with his luck Effie would be just around the corner the moment he left the house.

So he remained where he was.

The minutes passed at a snail’s pace. He tugged at his collar to get some air in. 

How many friends with boy trouble did she have? If she was running late again why didn’t she call?

One hour became two and still no Effie to go. Sweat trickled down his back and he squirmed and pulled at his pants and underpants that kept worming their way in between his butt cheeks.

And when she’d been gone three hours, Haymitch tore off his tie. Effie was never late like this! It was just her way of getting back at him for how he treated her.  He saw his reflection in the window, all those ridiculous curls and that decided things.

Screw this.

He grabbed the spray bottle, the one she used for her potted plants and he sprayed his hair until it lay flat and lifeless again. He had never changed for a woman before and he wasn’t going to start now! This was a joke. He was a joke! Dressing up like some damn Capitolian.

She’d been away all day already and she expected him to, what? Lay jigsaw puzzles until she had time for him? Because obviously she didn’t have time for him. She just spent it with everyone else.

His hair dripped on the newspaper when he scribbled down a note. He could just as well go restack his liquor supply for the journey home. He almost never got to drink those expensive brands. Effie refused to buy them for him. Said she wouldn’t “enable him”, like that made a difference what so ever.

By the time he reached the Heaven’s Square it had started to rain again.

The shops and stores lit up the icy drizzle and the stall owners who packed up for the day.

And cramped in between a music store and a shop which sold naughty underwear, was the pub. Like a jewel with its bright colors and promises.

But Haymitch never got that far. Because now he saw her.

By the window inside the coffee house sat Effie across from Katniss’s prep team.  Haymitch’s brow crinkled at the sight of their serious faces and Effie’s waving hands in the air to emphasize her words. None of them had noticed him yet, standing out here in the rain.

But now she looked up, startled at the sight of him and excused herself from the table.

”Haymitch?” The cold wind rustled her skirt when she appeared at the door. “You… dressed up?”

Haymitch looked from her to Octavia, Flavius and Venia who practically misted the window in their effort to see what happened.

“Having fun?” he said. “Do carry on. I was just leaving.”

“Haymitch, I … Haymitch?” But he had already stalked off. “Haymitch, wait!”

 He knew it was childish but he didn’t stop. He just couldn’t. He felt vomit at the back of his throat and it was the look on the prep’s faces. No doubt she had poured out all her heart’s bitterness over him to those three, telling them what a good-for-nothing drunk he was.

He kicked off his shoes in the hallway.

Haymitch!” Effie called when she entered a moment later, flustered and with rain in her hair. “Why did you run off like that?”

“Sorry if I messed up the image, princess”, he said and shouldered out of his jacket. “I know how much you care about your looks. Must be important when you have little else.”

“Why are you like this?” Effie cried. “We just had a coffee!”

 “Yeah, sure. What’s another three hours when I’ve already waited all fucking day, Effie!”

“Well, I told you not to come this week, remember? I told you I was busy!”

“At work,” he threw back at her. “Not out on the town. Bet you had a great trash-talk.”

“We didn’t talk about you! Not at all! But perhaps I didn’t want to come home, ever thought of that? You haven’t exactly been a lot of fun lately.”

“What do you want from me? I was gonna take you out dancing.”

“That doesn’t make up for the horrible way you’ve acted!” Effie yelled. “Ever since you got here, Haymitch, I’ve been nothing but worried, disappointed and exhausted. Taking care of you drunk is not my job anymore! It never was!”

It got very quiet after Effie finished.

“Eff,” Haymitch finally said, his face hard and closed off. “I know you shouldn’t have had to deal with all that. But it’s not like it was some big mystery to you that I drink. I’m tired of this argument, alright. This is who I am. If you can’t deal with it then…”

“Well, maybe I can’t!” Effie cried.

She never meant to say it but now the words were out.

The truth was out.

Haymitch stared at her in the silence that followed those words and all the things she implied. Effie’s eyes were filled with tears now and when he didn’t speak she only got out of her painful shoes and said,

“You can have the bedroom. I can’t sleep with that smell anyway.”

Author’s note: Extra long chapter to make up for the long wait and it was an absolute pain to edit lol! I hope you liked it. Leave a review if you wanna make my day and I’ll see you in the next chapter!

#hayffie #haymitch x effie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #taste of strawberries fanfic #myfanfiction #multi-chapter #the hunger games #fanfiction #district 12 #the capitol #octavia #flavius #venia #don't know what is up with the paragraphs today sorry about that

[alphasobek]

Fic Idea / Recommendation Request?

**Persona 5 Spoilers**

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More of a fic idea than anything else really or like a call for recommendations if it’s already a thing

I’m replaying P5 and passed this part a few days ago but it’s been on my mind since then. After Joker is dropped off back at Sojiro’s house after escaping the interrogation room... do you think there’s any potential there for something? Like, if I’m remembering correctly the rest of the phantom thieves probably weren’t anywhere near Leblanc or the house because they had their own operation to help with the escape. So the idea that Joker gets tossed outta the cab and then taken care of by the thieves is a bit of a stretch considering they have to finish their whole thing and get back to Yongen-Jaya. Although I guess if they left right after Sae did depending on train times (which I have 0 knowledge about) they’d get there near the same time.

Either way I highly doubt I’m the first to think of it but considering I spend all my time on AO3 in my specific ships section (give me that Futaba/MC any day) and literally 90% of the hurt/comfort section is full of Akechi fics (which are fine just like.. not my thing really) I’m a bit starved for that type of thing. That and the ideas been in my head since I replayed that part and that was days ago. 

It doesn’t help that one of my headcanons for my MC is that his parent’s are somewhat abusive. So getting back from that interrogation room, probably slipping in and out of consciousness because drugs and getting taken care of by his friends and/or Futaba (or any other romance option.. I mean hell you could even do like Crime boy bonding with Sojiro at that point) is like.. A+ let me tell you.

Not to mention it works with most romance things too assuming that your preferred romantic option is either a member of the thieves, Tae, or stretch it a bit more and get any of the other options involved somehow. Depending on where your social links are / who knows your identity at that point or not they would definitely have seen the news broadcast after all.

Edit: also I realize I put it buried in the tags and who in their right mind is going to read through that so like I’m up to talk about P5 with peeps like heck yeah (although I am at work right at this moment so not really going to use this hell site to much and I’m going to sleep when I get home most likely - yay night jobs - but like still I check the dashboard often enough so like if anyones up for it there by all means hit me up about it)

#Persona 5 #I do wish they focused more on the whole thing though #it would have probably been out of place though #not to mention they probably heal a bit faster considering #you know #the whole thing where they get attacked by literal monsters all the time #Akira's got like 500 bandages in his bag too #so there's that #Also someone talk to me about freaking persona 5 #I'm at work now so probably wont stay on this hell site but like #stil

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 9467

That dost not the fair Ausonia;     and of Holofernes peeped and streams ’stead of the plough bent     their trance, they sail, and hold

me, so long, in deep den of all     my every spoken, but thy knife has bereav’d of their gay,     sunny sky, against all

my deeds to pry and pen, beating     so farewell; go troubled sphere, but by thief sae pawkie is my     love; behold, I erred in

the heaven. And as she spake: I     sought him whom my soul. Trembling in the hemisphere; and     another clipp’d her tongue, o

noble scheme grew up from shape, which     are Holy Land! The door for such encheason, owe, She cried     Urania ’twas but a

world encompasse many more—pulling     you cannot be desire my sparks, it may be had     glutted his partial song

like a reality-TV     star look-alike, but starv’d and through camps and come into     his own those that looketh

towards heaven is bent, anxious     as hind towards heaven raining thus, O Prince you kiss you: but     smiling at the city.

That fire which else would come and blood;     he went from thee. Out of place for they came all they died, and     if they have left alone.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #195 texts #ballad

[dornishsphinx]

So, I just reached July in-game. 

 This game is really good about making the antagonists despicable, huh? Like, Madarame is a plagiarist and abuser who takes advantage of his students (and wow, was it painful seeing Yusuke just refuse to admit it was happening) and Kaneshiro was an honest-to-god mafia boss trying to force minors into drug-smuggling and prostitution (now I’m wondering if they’re actually yakuza in the original? People usually just leave the word “yakuza” as is in English translations and it’s not as though the game has shied away from using Japanese words even if they wouldn’t be familiar to a general audience.) 

 But yeah, so Igor is the Fool arcana! This is the first time it’s been an actual social- sorry, COOPERATION link with one person rather than the squad - which, oddly enough doesn’t have its own confidant link, which makes me suspect there isn’t actually gonna be one and we’re gonna just have them as individuals, since we’re already three missions in. (Taking this into consideration, and I’m calling it now, Judgement is gonna be Sae Niijima.)

 Speaking of theories, I have some suspicions regarding the traitor - bearing in mind that I’m nowhere close to finishing anyone’s confidant link. 

 I’m 100% sure it’s not Makoto. Sae was super shocked at hearing her name come up and she’s already had an arc about not siding with her sister’s viewpoint automatically. Yusuke - no. He really doesn’t seem the type. Which I know isn’t hard evidence, but it’s YUSUKE. He’s the resident weirdo and besides, he was saved/saved himself from Madarame thanks to the squad’s actions. Ditto for Ann, with the added bonus of helping Shiho. 

 Currently, Morgana is at the top of the list - I’m so sorry, mogsy, but you do have slowly-fading amnesia and have been desperate about “regaining” your humanity and if someone was to offer you that in exchange for the Phantom Thieves? I want to believe in you, but I believe in the rest of the squad too, and you’re the most likely. I WILL BELIEVE IN YOU UNTIL IT’S PROVEN TO ME THOUGH. Also, Ryuji. I don’t THINK it’s Ryuji, but I have a feeling it’s gonna be someone who was there from the get-go and we had two peeps who were fucked over by Kamoshida. That is one more than fits the pattern. And Ryuji is very close to his mother and we’ve seen that the authorities are shitty adults who aren’t above threatening the people you love. (Please, Persona 5, prove me wrong, I love Ryuji and will also believe in him until the end.) 

 Then there’s Yuuki Mishima, who I know is not technically one of the Phantom Thieves, but all confidant links have been treated as “allies” by the game, so he fits. He’s known, somehow, from the start, he was one of the first confidant links, has been way too into the Phantom Thieves and he’s goddamn Moon arcana. MOON ARCANA. Someone is getting their “illusions” shattered in the future. The last one I’d have suspicions about is Sojiro Sakura. He is there to keep an eye on our probation. The only thing is I don’t know if that could be considered a betrayal, since he’s been upfront about his role since the get-go.

 Going through the rest of the current confidants for fairness’ sake, it’s definitely not Igor or the Twins, most likely not Takemi, Ohya, Kawakami or Yoshida (or the others that I haven’t actually unlocked, being both poor and charmless) since you can choose not to get involved with them and they literally have no clue about the true identities of the Phantom Thieves. As for Akechi - he’s literally trying to catch us already, he’s an obvious red herring.

#p5 #p5 spoilers #catherine plays p5 #catherine plays

[porchwood]

Fic Fragments: Jack/Raisa OUaT Drabblet

I kind of forgot I wrote this and found it in the midst of my poking-with-a-stick about the hard drive. It’s incomplete (and will almost certainly stay thus), but a couple of seasons ago the Robin/Regina (i.e., Robin Hood/The Evil Queen) pairing on Once Upon a Time gave me serious Jack/Raisa feels. So, if you’re bored... *cringes*

Raisa twined her fingers with Jack's and for the first time in an eternity, laughed.

Her archer, her outlaw. The man with the mockingjay tattoo. The first ever to make her believe – no, realize – that a happy ending was possible. They'd sparred and jested, but when it mattered, she'd laid her very heart in his hands, and when he'd surrendered it, briefly, to protect his child, had offered her his own in its stead, to serve for the both of them.

In the end he’d stolen it back for her, and then laid his hand over it as they shared honey-wine before her fire and traded unhurried kisses, full of whiskers and Jack’s gentle, musical laughter. Her home, so cold and grand and forbidding, was full of warmth and light with him inside its walls. She’d prepared him a meal, crisp apples from her precious tree and butter, folded into pastry just like Janek used to make; the kind that melted on your tongue in a moan.

Jack’s reaction had not been disappointing, nor was tasting her cinnamon and brown sugar on his lips afterward. She would have gladly sat on that hearth rug for a year or more, but then Peeta was at the door, rapping with a sort of determined eagerness intended to disrupt them, his curly head, a reflection of Janek’s, peeping around the corner, with Jack’s daughter’s head just below.

Come on, Mom, he’d urged. We need to get to Sae’s. They’re going to name the baby.

Baby, she thought with a sort of dazed happiness as she gazed into Jack’s startling silver eyes and imagined cradling his child – their child – to her breast.

Children had never been an option until Peeta, till she procured that perfect tiny boy with the face like Janek’s and the thatch of downy bird-hair that turned ashy and fat with curls on his second birthday.

She looked at Jack’s little girl, her little tanned hand twined through Peeta’s, and felt as though her newly restored heart might burst. Two children. A soulmate and two perfect children...

#au where peeta came from somewhere mysterious but raisa loved him #because he looked just like her dead sweetheart #regina!raisa #robin!jack #robin hood!jack really needs to happen anyway #ouat #crossover