#and don't mind me working in my spider hair acting as a tie to his life of pain neglect and forcing himself to fit in headcanon

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Only thing that had Tonowari hesitating from claiming Spider is Ronal as his mate hates humans, but she'll take one long look at Spider before turning to her husband, "If he is our son, he needs a Metkayina name."

Like Spider will assume this woman hates him like Neytiri does only to be very confused (and a little scared) when Ronal just picks him up like a fucking toddler and walks away with him to her family's Marui pod.

She'll next to nothing as she scrubs off his old blue stripes and paints new ones in Metkayina patterns and in a colour more similar to her skin tone that the Omaticayas.

Tonowari won't say he disapproves of jakes parenting style of the boy, but he will think it, and Ronal knows, oh does she know. He's always checking on the little human, going out of his way to find foods he can safely eat, showing him shows of affection and care she doubts the boy even understands (he does and it's breaking him), and the glares he sends at jake and the family (he gets it, they're hurting, it's not their faults that the sky people did what they did them, but it's not spider either).

honestly, she even starts to look at the boy herself, and he makes her sad, not angry. he tries so hard to be one of them, to be na'vi., he tries so hard to not be like his kin. she see's his desperation to bond with an ikran or ilu, how he swims around the spirit tree focusing as if he can feel the great mother, she sees how he wears the blue paint like a second skin, or how he hides from who he should consider his mother (who she considered his mother till she saw the fear on the boys face whenever she's around), and it makes her feel the need to protect him from the world, just like she wishes to protect her own children.

so when she sees tonowari biting his tongue around her whenever the boy is brought up she agrees, she doesn't even say to what, she knows her mate will know exactly what she means.

"I will not call him spider, not for very long at least, he gets a new name... and new hair, he needs no ties to that past life of pain." is all she says before she goes about her day.

tonowari is more then pleased.

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violent ends (chapter 4)

(chapter 4)

series masterlist

genre: hunger games!au

pairing: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: mentions of prostitution, language, violent deaths, fighting, angst, fluff, + possible nsfw.

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"So, each of the districts get their own floors. Since you're from two, you get the second floor." Doyoung explains as we step out of the elevator.

As we walk into the apartment, I stare in awe at the glamorous quarters.  There are many giant glass columns and a random display of silver trees and rocks.

"Here is the living room and your rooms are over here. How about you freshen up for dinner?" suggests Doyoung. 

In my room, I am met by a bed with a silky, soft comforter. I make my way into the spacious bathroom and hop into the shower. Inside, there was a panel with hundreds of buttons that regulated water temperature, pressure, and even provided massaging sponges.

After finishing, a heater dried my hair and body completely. I pressed another button and a box began sending electrical currents through my scalp, instantly untangling my hair.

Returning the bedroom in comfortable clothes, I see a strange-looking remote on the bed-side table. Intrigued, I begin pressing random buttons. As a result, the window showcasing the lights and building of the Capitol changes into different sceneries.

First, there was a city street filled with cheerful families walking together. After pressing a different button, a dry and deserted desert appeared on the screen.

Switching it once again, a scene showing several mountains peaking through behind a forest of trees. I felt a pulling-feeling in my chest. My throat also feeling slightly choked-up.

During the holidays, every year Taeyong would take me into the mountains of our district. He would pretend to be my knight in shining armor, while I was the princess in distress.  He'd never tell anyone, but sometimes it was even the other way around.

It's also where he taught me how to hunt and find my own food. How to determine between what is the good food and what is the not so very good food.

It was the only time I remember us ever truly being kids. Not soldiers, just a thirteen and seven year old exploring the big, exciting world together.

Then everything went to shit after Taeyong went to the games.  That year, the Gamemakers had chosen a forest for the terrain. However, it was filled with dangerous wild dogs, wolves, and spiders. The spiders had enhanced speed and were extremely venomous. However, the wild dogs were capable of changing their form and copying the voices of the tributes.

Because of this, the entire Career pack was slaughtered alive. Taeyong was the only one who managed to escape. Wounded and without supplies, a twelve year old boy from District 11 named Dong Sicheng had found and formed a alliance with him. Sicheng had shared all of his supplies and even nursed him back to health.

On the last day, they were approached by the last remaining tribute. Taeyong, spotted him and fired an arrow straight into his heart. As he turned around to check on Sicheng, he was met with the boy clutching a harpoon, longed deep in his chest.

Dong Sicheng slowly died in Taeyong's arms.

After the cannon went off, the Captitol announced over the speakers that Lee Taeyong of District 2 was the winner of the 64th Hunger Games.

No longer did he take me to the mountains. Honestly, we never did anything together. Since then, the closest I ever got to be to him was the one time when the rest of my family stood by him during his stop in District 2 during his press tour.

I've always wondered how he felt. Wondered if  he blames himself for what happened. However, I never wanted to intrude. It's not like I ever got the opportunity to ask him, anyways.

However, since I'm going in the games soon. I hope to eventually work up the courage to sit down and have a real talk with him. The real Taeyong, not the victor or mentor he acts like in front of everyone else.

I opened the door to see Doyoung, Renjun, and Taeyong sitting at the dining room table.

Once I sat down in the acid-green chair, Taeyong began talking, "The plan for tomorrow is the same for the both of you. You go to group training. Spend time practicing something your weakest at. Swing a mace. Throw a spear. Tie a decent knot. It doesn't really matter, just save showing off for the private session with the Gamemakers. Are we clear?"

Renjun and I both nod our heads at him.

"Well, have the two of you gotten to know any of the other tributes yet?" pries an interested Doyoung.

"I haven't. Although, Athena seems to be checking out the competition, already."  Renjun answers, nonchalantly.

"Wonderful!" Doyoung innocently chimed, "It's never too early to start considering possible alliances. Are you going to ask anyone to join the two of you?"

"Oh, we're not-" Renjun and I said at the same time. We're laughing as if he's said the funniest joke in the world.

"We've always maintained our own completely different strategies. Renjun prefers to be the predator. There's no doubt in my mind that if he does want to work with others, it'll end up being an alliance with the other Careers. " Renjun just silently nods in agreement.

"And what about you?" asked Doyoung.

"Let's just say I prefer not to walk around with a huge target on my head. I want to team up with someone well-liked, so we can get resources through sponsors." I explained.

"Like Na Jaemin?" sneers Renjun.

"You know people have been calling him the Prince of Panem. He's made quite the impression, already." Doyoung chimes, "And he's not the only one. People have been raving about you, Athena. They've even started calling you, the Golden Girl."

"That's good." Taeyong quietly adds to the conversion, "If you keep this up you'll get lots of sponsors."

Doyoung suddenly blurts, "In fact, most people think Jaemin and you would make a good couple."

At this remark, Taeyong drops his knife loudly on the table, while Renjun chokes on his drink. My mouth begins opening and closing like a fish, struggling to come up with a reply.

"We're done for tonight. You two should go to bed now." Taeyong orders, not hiding his agitation.

Quickly, we all return to our rooms. I crash on my bed and stare up at ceiling.

Jaemin and I as a couple?

Where did they even dream up that possibility from? I mean, we only had one barely two-minute conversation. People really do amaze me sometimes.

My thoughts are broken by a barely-there knock at my door. I groan and force myself off the bed.

I roll my eyes, before opening the door and saying, "Renjun, would you kindly please fuck off?"

However, the person standing there was definitely not Renjun. I tilt my chin up to see no other than Lee Taeyong, towering over me.

"Oh, sorry." I frown, embarrassed.

"Can I come in?" He politely asks me.

I step to the side and allow him inside. Once he's fully in, I closed the door behind him.

"Finally decided to talk to me, huh?"

He just stays silent, just letting me say whatever I please.

"You know, I thought you'd at least be happy for me. I mean, you of all people should know that this is the best thing that could ever happen to me." The emotions I've been holding in for the past 10 years are finally coming to the surface.

Taeyong looks at me with pity, "Athena, there are some things you don't know. Things that the school or our parents never taught us."

"What are you even talking about?" I pressure.

"After the games, you couldn't see me for a reason." He took a heavy breath, "Sometimes, if a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for money. It’s not just me either, the same thing happened to Finnick Odair a year later."

"What do you mean, 'buy'?" I swallow.

"For sex."

It’s quiet.

"I was given no choice. He said that he would kill both of our parents and even you if I didn't obey." His eyes begin tearing up, "Athena, you don't know how much I wanted to come see you and teach you things."

"Taeyong." I whimper.

I felt sick to my stomach. How could they do that to him? He was just a thirteen year old kid. Even worse, how could I let myself hate and be jealous of him, when all along he was the reason I was still even living?

"I know I'm a horrible brother, but please listen to me when I say the Capitol uses everyone, including you. You have been taught that this, the games, are normal and something to be proud of. You haven't even seen how horrible it is for the lower districts. They can barely make it through one day without starving. They have basically nothing, while the Capitol is feeding off them."

Anger rises up in me. I look around at all the expensive things in the room. Think about the large amount of fancy food I've consumed while in the Capitol. I'm furious, because I've been lied to and tricked. Furious for Taeyong and all the others the Capitol has taken advantage of.

I jump into my brothers arms and completely break down. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said Taeyong. It was stupid. I'm stupid."

"It's okay. You didn’t know." He shushes, while holding me.

“Listen to me. If you-“ he corrects himself, “When you win this thing, I’m not going to let him do anything to you, okay?”

“Taeyong, can I tell you something? I’ve just never got the chance to.” I ask.

He nods.

“What happened to Sicheng wasn’t your fault. You understand that, right?”

He painfully looks down at the floor, before slowly nodding.

“I’m serious, Taeyong. It’s not your fault.”

By the time he looks up, I am able to clearly see him. Underneath the years of pain, hidden away was a vulnerable boy. The tears come falling down his cheeks.

We spend the rest of the night talking about our past, telling stories. Both laughing and crying together.

My brother and I.

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6. "You have something in your hair, let me get it for you."

Tag: #willcis

"How do I look?" Francis asked, turning around so his boyfriend could see all angles of his suit.

"Lookin' damn fine." Will grinned. "'Cept for that tie, lemme tie it for you."

He got up, coming over to Francis and doing his tie for him.

"Did your dad teach you that?" He asked, marvelling at how well he did.

"Nah, dad hates ties, Vinny taught me how." Will replied.

"You're not even ready!" Francis scolded, eyeing his still unbuttoned dress shirt. Not that he minded, of course. "And you're going with green hair?"

"Relax, darlin', it ain't permanent!" Will took a step back, running a finger through his messily dyed green hair. "See? I can wash it out."

"I dont trust you to do your own hair." Francis said, recalling the few times Will purposly put spiders in his own hair for Francis to find. "So let me help with that."

After washing out Will's hair and getting him ready in his emerald green suit, the two of them were just about ready to go.

Francis's father often held elaborate parties in their chateau, filled with food, drinks, music, and of course dancing. And this would be the first party he would have with Will by his side. And he was hoping his country raised boyfriend would fit right in with them.

"...and I swear to God if you release any spiders-"

"It'll only just be Missy!"

The two of them were in the middle of a heated argument over whether or not Will could bring his Brazilian pet, Missile Launcher.

"You're not taking her, Will."

"She's even got on her dress!" He gestured madly to the pet'sabdomen, which was wrapped in a sparkly pink fabric.

"William Ryan Trappe, if you bring her into the chateau-"

Their car stopped in front of the chateau, and their driver got out and opened ths door for them.

"You be a good girl, Missy, don't you bother the driver none." Will told his pet.

The driver paled at the sight of the large spider sitting neatly on the seat, dressed in a pink dress.

"Now, remember, these people are of higher class, and as my plus one, my father expects you to act like it." Francis reminded him as they walked up to the house.

"That means I can't tell anyone to fuck off." Will recited.

"Exactly." And with that, the night began.

About an hour later, Francis found Will over by the food tables, helping himself to the desserts there. "Did you eat dinner first?"

"I ate at my dad's place!" He replied with his mouth full of food.

He sighed, shaking his head and smiling to himself. Will was just so cute sometimes. "Come on, the big dance already begun."

Will swallowed his mouthful, snatching just one more treat before following Francis to the dance floor. The music playing was meant for a slow, romantic dance.

"Will?" Francis asked, seeing a little black thing poking out from his short brown hair.

"What, you like my hair?" He asked innocently. "Aw, blondie, you could've just said so!"

Francis chuckled quietly. "You know my hair is far superior." He ran a hand through his smooth golden locks.

"In quality, sure, but not in color." Will snickered.

"You have something in your hair, let me get it for you." Francis reached his hand around to the back of Will's head, grasping the black thing he was trying to hide.

"Oh, you country bumpkin." He held up the spider Will had been hiding.

"He was terrified!" Will protested, taking the tarantula. "I found 'im in the corner shaking, he was scared of all these people!"

"That's... not yours?"

"I dont got ANY tarantulas, 'cept if you count Missy, and she aint one!" He pet the spider. "Ill name him Chicken Nugget Destroyer."

Francis eyed the spider's long legs in comparison to its body. "Maybe Monsieur Leggy?"

Will smiled, both at him and his new pet. "Yeah, that could work."

Skinny Love Prompts

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A group of friends share a hotel room, and the two skinny lovers are forced to share a bed

Two close friends become very affectionate toward each other (hugs, cuddles, nose kisses, hand holding, etc) and everyone knows they’re in love, but both refuse to admit it

“I broke my rules for you.”

Person A would rather fight a literal army of demons than admit their feelings for Person B

(student x teacher) A and B have been flirting secretly for months, but neither can admit their feelings for fear of rejection and the consequences of anyone finding out.

“You have something in your hair, let me get it for you.”

“You’re staring at him/her/them again.”

“Sorry for calling so late at night.. well.. early in the morning.. but..”

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you.”

“Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush.”

Person A has made a game of saying things to make B blush, and it was all fun and games until B started to mean it.

“It’s late. You shouldn’t be walking home alone in the dark. You could.. stay here tonight..”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring at you.. you were just.. standing in front of.. a really nice..tree..”

“It’s been a long day. Want a massage?”

Accidental touches. Enough said.

Eye contact is a dangerous thing, but lovely. Oh, so lovely.

Congratulations! Your dream just came true! Let me give you a celebratory hug! Oh.. you’re really warm..

You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now..

We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I need to know if you feel the same.

This wasn’t supposed to be a date but we’ve had such a good time and it’s 2 AM and you walked me home and.. wow, your lips look soft.

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