#even you’re beautiful don’t you forget it dearie!

[islandtarochips]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out!!

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I think this is my 7th ones this week.

BUT I THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS TO ME!!! LIKE I ALWAYS SAID TO EVERYONE WHILE SENT ME THIS!

EVEN YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL! GORGEOUS EVEN! LOVE YOU! MWAH!😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️

[sephmonet]

January’s Reading List

I promised myself that i would keep tabs on all the things I read this year, both on and off tumblr. Also - this shines light on some amazing authors that I’ve come across and don’t want to forget. If you’d rather not be tagged (because if you’re on this list, it means im legit reading every fic you pump out LMAO) please let me know!

This one is starting off mostly as a backlog, because I should’ve done this earlier... Oops.

also i can’t, for the life of me, ever recall fics off of the top of my head.

This is in no particular order other than what I can find off of my blog and my pc tabs - i have 3 million open at all times.

The Last of Us

abby love spell by @ohcaptains

 This abby x reader fic is literally the first I’ve ever read because I def wasn’t an abby stan. This entire fic is perfection from head to toe, legit smutty perfection. The longing, the desperation, the banter is just so great and I can’t recommend this one enough.

miss sunshine by @nexusnyx

I’ve read a lot of Joel fics, being a longtime Joel lover. (Seriously, I’ve been in love with this man since I was 13.) This one is my all time favorite, hands down. I love the dynamic here, I love how the author takes the characterization of Joel miller and makes it better. I especially love that Sunshine is a nickname given to her by him and not Sarah.

Everything here is perfect for me. No qualms. I read it every couple of days.

Call of Duty (MWII)

yours to keep by @mvtthewmurdvck

In lieu of authors turning me onto characters that I never thought I’d like, this one is divine. Definitely helps that they accidentally used my actual nickname but, even without it, this fic is just so deliciously sexy and real. I could write paragraphs on how much I love this story.

Softly by @littleferal

This Rudy fic accompanies another two amazing fics, but this specifically highlights Rudy featuring a little bit of Ale. The Las Almas boys are so well done in this authors hands. They truly nailed how gentle and attentive a lover Rudy can be. The sugar and spice dynamic of Rudy and Ale is perfection here.

Simon Says & Daddy’s Home by @emomanswhore

For these to be their only two fucking fics on this site, holy shit.

Author came out that bitch SWINGING. I remember these two fics being the first real ghost x reader that I felt really strongly about because its the first time I ever really got into a reblogging stint. Ontop of a black coded and bratty!reader, Gods. These two stories keep my horny ass up at night. Point blank.

“its so hot when you talk back” by @gh0stswh0re

Speaking of smut that keeps me up at night.. this is some toe-curling stuff. I love brat tamer!Ghost so much. This author captures his filthy fucking mouth so well.

Untitled Konig Drabble by @luxuryberzatto

Listen... Between Konig and Price.. those two are fighting rn for White Boy of the Month for me. But this drabble??? I think i’d have to let Konig have the “Bear” title. Just this once.. author made him begging sound so sexy.

Her heart was the most Beautiful Thing I Ever Broke by @day0walker​

This is an ongoing Price series that I just can’t wait to really dig into. I’ve read the first few chapters and, I have to say, Im afraid this might become one of my favorites for my main man. Perfect, so far, in every way. The banter is top tier.

Price’s Masterlist by @yeyinde

Literally feeds us so much. The Price girlies are forever in this authors favor. Everything they write for that man is so delicious, so fucking ambrosial that i’ll literally put down what Im doing to read what they’ve written for him.

Ghosts and Mirages Masterlist by @stararch4ngelqueen

Still ongoing series, but its so good. Nothing has fed me more than this series for Ghost right here. It’s quite literally a masterpiece. I’ve never felt more emotion for a series than this one right here. PERFECT.

Misc. Characters

Blossom Dearie by @nymphlamp

Carmy is SO good in this Authors hands. So perfect. This fic turned me into such a carmy girl that it isn’t even funny and I should actually go to a therapist about it. Such beautiful writing. Also another black coded!reader <3

Morning by @write-and-buried​

This is a Dieter Bravo fic and.. Whew lord this, and the second part of it is sooooooo fucking hot. I still haven’t seen whatever movie this is yet but by Gods does this fic make me want to dive headfirst into it.

The Fire in Your Eyes Series by @flamehairedwritings​

such a good series for Aurthur Morgan. So well fucking done with so many emotions. Beautiful and meaningful writing.

Off of Tumblr

Safe House by Alternate_Alien

Another ongoing price fic... but Bodyguard!Price dealing with a bratty!reader??? Cmooooon now. Its too good.

Lady of Rooksgrave Manor by Kathryn Moon

Reverse harems are such a guilty pleasure of mine. This turned me into a monster fucker.. Im not sorry.

[orleans-jester]

Devil’s Night Carnival - Halloweentown

For one night only.

Halloweentown will open it’s doors to people who might want to capture a glimpse of what Halloween is really about. Or at least, what the Boogies think it’s about. Inspired by Pleasure Island, a whole amusement park is hastily built, going through the town, loop de loops over houses, Ferris wheels stretching up to the sky where someone could say hello to the man in the moon, whipping through the air at astonishing speeds, so many different rides to get one going, to entice people to come in, to watch even if they don’t have the guts to participate.

And the food. Oh, the food. Corn dogs, made with real dogs. Caramel apples - they’re to die for. Snow cones that’ll give you frostbite on your tongue. The Jim Jones special Flavor-Aid, in all sorts of flavors. No, dearies, there is no such thing as healthy food here, and any outside food is strictly prohibited.

Trick or Treat is the theme of this carnival. Barrel’s treats are to be found aplenty. Try your luck. Give it a gamble. You’ll get one or the other with every candy that you accept. Some of the treats include: ecstasy, pleasurable feelings, the tastiest thing that you could imagine, a candy that emphasizes your power, a candy that gives you a brand new power for a time, a candy that will never lose it’s flavor and you can suck on it for hours, candy that makes you beautiful, candy that gives you the best possible luck. But there are tricks too; candies that will give you a savage hunger for flesh, candies that will break your bones, candy that blinds you, deafens you, candies that make you shrink like Wonderland, candies that make your skin shed, make you bald, make you forget who you are, make you hate the ones you love and love the ones you hate, take away your powers, make you an axe-wielding maniac, turn all of your fingers into thumbs, turn you into a child or make you older.

Games? Of course there are games. Is Russian Roulette your speed? What about shooting boiling hot water into the mouths of obese men until they blow, and you can win yourself a teddy bear. Test your skill by throwing knives at the man strapped to a spinning wheel! Shoot some real ducks down, but be careful, they might fly at ya. Whack some real moles! Escape from the Killer Clown inside of our house of mirrors - he might not be able to tell where you are, but you also can’t tell where he is.

Attractions galore. Aphrodite will be working the kissing booth, if you’re feeling a little frisky. The Dance of the Dead - those that are dearly departed come alive with the zapping of cattle prods to make them dance something spectacular. The Canine Circus with collared werewolves, doing little puppy tricks for our amusement. Local rock and roll hopefuls take the stage for a chance to perform with Oogie Boogie on the next tour - but if you don’t make the cut, you’re going to get a cut.

To those who want to experience the full action, get there as the sun sets. After that, only entry is allowed. No exiting. It’s a locked-in experience that you can’t escape from until the sun comes up the next morning. The mayor and the police have made a deal with Oogie that they will overlook some disappearances if the hellions of NOLA attend the circus on Devil’s Night rather than cause issues with their town. When the sun starts it’s ascent, the effects of the tricks and the treats will wear off, but the memories of how they had been affected will remain for the rest of their lives.

[megan-is-mia]

MCW #6 with Yan Lilia as he kisses his darling's tears please

6. “You look so beautiful when you cry.” (Yandere! Lilia Vanrouge x Fem! S/o)

Of all the things she thought could go wrong on her wedding day, being kidnapped at the altar was the last thing (Y/n) would have expected to happen. But here she was, having been swept up by a stranger as she was speaking her vows and carried out of the church. People tried to intervene and stop the thief from taking her but the stranger easily dodged around all pursuers as he made a beeline into the nearby woods. It was only after they’d made it deep into the woods that (Y/n)’s kidnapper came to a stop and put her down.

“Well that was fun” the stranger said, with a laugh as light as air. Now that she wasn't being carried around, the young woman was able to take a good look at her captor. He looked younger than she would have imagined with a voice like that and he was surprisingly strong for his demure size. In fact, looking at him she was amazed that he’d been able to carry her at all, much less be so agile and fast while doing it. The man seemed to notice that she was looking at him and struck a pose.

“Who are you? Why did you take me from my wedding?” (Y/n) eventually said once she’d finished looking him up and down. “Who am i? Don’t you remember little ol me?” the man said playfully at the young woman’s bemused expression. “It’s Lilia dearie, and don't you forget it again okay? As for why I took yah, well it's because you couldn't marry that silly little human man. You’re a fae bride, remember?” Lilia answered as if that settled the matter which it most definitely did not.

“What are you talking about? I’m not a fae bride!” the young bride said indignantly. “Ah, I forgot that the agreement was made when you were but a babe. Your parents were suffering from hard times during your first winter and needed a little supernatural help to make ends meet. So in exchange for helping them survive to spring they gave me your hand in marriage” Lilia explained in simple terms. (Y/n) absorbed his words slowly before looking at him in dismay. “But I was a baby! I didn't agree to that! That’s not fair! I don't want to marry you, I want to marry my beloved!” (Y/n) protested like a child. “Why not? I promise to be a good husband to you. Besides it doesn't matter that you didn't directly agree, when consorting with a fae a deal is a deal” Lilia said firmly. “Besides, I'm actually being very generous, all things considered. I could have taken you away sooner but I chose to wait” he added, playing with (Y/n)’s hair as he spoke further.

“For that matter I could have killed that human upstart who tried to wed you but I held myself back and took only you. Unless… you want me to go back and kill that interloper and bring you his head back as a trophy” Lilia said, sounding dangerous all of a sudden. (Y/n) frantically shook her head as tears began to stream down her cheeks. “You look so beautiful when you cry” he cooed, kissing the tears before they could fall off of the young woman’s chin and stain her dress.

“It’s going to be alright dearie, soon you won't care or remember your old life in that village. I’m going to make you a happy wife and in time an even happier mother” Lilia promised as he took (Y/n)’s hand to lead her deeper into the forest. Her hometown would never see her again, people would slowly forget that she had ever existed in the first place and in time her groom-to-be would take another woman for his wife while (Y/n) remained forever young and trapped in the loving grip of the fae…

THE END

[pandoraborn]

triggers: zalgo text, mild violence, threatening children

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It’s a beautiful day, and yet, Stacy worries. 

Both her children are upstairs, and she’s in the kitchen cleaning up after lunch. Staring out the window into her backyard shows nothing amiss, just a slightly overgrown garden, a regular yard, and the sound of static ringing in her ears. There’s nothing to worry about, and yet-

-wait.

leaning back away from her sink, Stacy glances upward, making sure the kids are still up there before turning around slowly. She doesn’t want to see who may potentially be behind her. To remain cautious, she closes her eyes, sucking in and holding a breath.

“Holding your breath isn’t going to save you, deary.” The distorted, low voice of Anti washes over her like a gentle blanket. It’s too soothing and filled with every sort of danger imaginable. “But where are my manners anyway? Hello, Stacy.”

Cracking her eyes open, Stacy stares forward at Anti. He’s leaning against the counter, smirking at her. He’s glitching, ever so slighty. One second, he’s just casually standing before her, and the next, he’s tapping his fingertips against the surface.

“My kids,” she whispers, voice cracking. “You can’t be here.”

“They’re playing,” Anti says dismissively. “They won’t even notice I’m here.” He moves closer toward her, fingers dancing in the air. “Besides, when else am I going to get a chance to talk to you? My favorite woman.”

Backing up into the sink, Stacy feels behind her for some sort of weapon to keep Anti at a distance. All she can grab is a stray fork. “Please leave.”

Glitching forward, Anti grabs her by the biceps, gripping tightly. His green and black eyes seem to keep her paralyzed, because she can’t look away. “If you even think about trying to stab me, I’m going to make things even worse for you,” Anti growls softly. “And you know I don’t like it when things don’t go my way.

With a frightened whimper, she removes her grip on the fork, one finger at a time, exhaling when the fork clatters to the floor. “What do you want with me?” She’s painfully aware of how close he is right now. His foul breath tickles her nose, resuling in her trying to pull away, or at least turning her head to the side. “You already took their father.”

“And wouldn’t it be a joy for Chase to be reunited with the love of his life?” Anti’s grinning now. “Those adorable children of yours would be so very happy if mummy and daddy got back together. Everyone would be delighted, wouldn’t they?”

“I don’t...” Stacy stares down at the ground. The air between them is glitching more erratically, leaving her with a sense of dizziness and nausea. “What are you getting at?”

His claws dig into her arms. Stacy can feel the blood leaking through the cuts, soaking her sleeves. Biting her lip, she tries not to squirm or pull back for fear of angering Anti. “I came to visit you. Did you forget I own you too?”

“I still don’t know why?” The question slips out before she can stop. They’ve had this conversation more than once. Not that it’s ever made sense to her. What Anti wants, Anti takes, and for some reason, he’s taken her for his own. It’s not like he ever seriously hurts her, just comes and frightens her. Stacy feels almost grateful, he hasn’t touched either one of the kids yet.

Still, the question has him pulling back, staring at her with an expression she can’t make out. His lips are pressed together in a thin line, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his eyes... Stacy can’t tell if it’s anger or resignation at her own ‘stupidity.’ Then, he slaps her across the face. It stings, but there’s hardly any force behind it. Stacy knows Anti well enough to know he can fling people across a room with the flick of his fingers, so he’s holding back with her.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” he snaps. “I am tired of answering this question for you. Because I can, you wench.” Anti grips her jaw next. It’s not hard enough to keep her in place, but still painful enough to keep her from talking. “You’re my insurance.”

Okay, that bit of information is new.

“It’s best for everyone if you just stay put.” With his other hand, he pats her gently on the cheek before releasing her jaw. “Now that we’ve dealt with your stupidity, I came to check on you.”

“I didn’t...” she clears her throat. “We ate lunch.” She wants to ask what he meant by insurance, but the thought of being manhandled again terrifies her. Instead, Stacy rubs at her arms, making a mental note to change clothes later before her kids see the blood. “And then I sent them upstairs to play.”

“Hm. You live a very boring life.” Anti giggles. “I bet you wish you still had friends to talk to, huh? Wonder what dear old Marvin and Jackie are up to these days?”

He turns away. “You’re a forgotten chapter in everyone’s life. Even your ex husband forgot you.” Turning back toward her, he wags a finger. “I’m just counting down the days until you give in, deary.”

“I’m not your deary,” she says defiantly. “I will never be your deary.”

He leans close again, swaying from side to side. With the glitches added, Stacy feels dizzy again, trying to keep up with his movements. “That’s where you’re wrong, Stacy. You’ve always been mine, and I don’t let my toys go easily. Just because you still have the ability to think for yourself doesn’t change reality.”  He strokes her hair, almost lovingly.

“Please leave,” she whispers. Maybe if she closes her eyes, she can pretend it’s Chase caressing her. “I don’t want you near me.”

“Too bad.” Anti gives a sharp yank to her hair. “You bore me anyway.” Shoving her back, he turns again, studying the rest of her kitchen. “Might want to clean yourself up. I daresay your oldest is going to suspect something otherwise.” Anti points up. “I could just pick him instead of you but-”

Stacy starts to protest, to which Anti just laughs. Not a giggle, but a harsh, distorted laugh that’s straight out of a nightmare. “-you probably wouldn’t like that much.”

“Don’t touch Trey!”

“Then next time I come to visit, e̷x̸p̸e̵c̶t̷ ̷m̸e̶!̶” With those words, he disappears. Stacy does not like the implications of what he means, but she knows it’s nothing good. A thousand scenarios cross her mind: he could kill her, take her kids, taunt her with Chase, or... or...

No, she doesn’t like where her mind is going. She’s not a puppet, yet. Like he’d said, she still has free will, and she’s going to make use of it. She’ll just... have to keep trying to find where the others are hiding. If Marvin and Jackie knew Anti was holding her hostage in her own home, surely they’d help. Right?

With a sob, she sinks to the floor, burying her face in her hands. Her kids don’t need to hear her cry.

She’s losing hope though.

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[chickenuggettz]

Heluuuu…life lesson 101 there are days when you feel so dedddddd inside like there’s so much to say but there’s nothing to say at all…now what does that I mean…I have tons of things going on inside my brain 🧠 and I wanna spill it out but then at one point I just choose to remain silent and ignore the mess that is going on realising the fact that it’s eating me inside but that is who we are…we choose to remain silent, we choose to not express ourselves because I guess that we don’t feel like explaining ourselves anymore and at that point we’re so done that you’re done with self explanatory statements and you find peace in remaining silent…I believe that’s alright maybe it’s a part of mood swings or karma or maybe you need to find happiness even when days are gloomy…so accept whatever you’re going thru because it’s true it’s not a bad life it’s just a bad day and until and unless we won’t have them how will we realise the importance of the good days…So just move ahead you’re not alone in this you have people around you and just learn to be happy in turn everything will become beautiful…so my dearies Don’t forget to put on that killer smile of yours and conquer the world which is truly yours 🌏💗 Love & Light to you

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: Possession

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales/You (female reader with thin body, established relationship, no kids)

Words: 2,592

Warnings: Talk of weight loss and working out in order to achieve weight loss (hers), fellatio, Sir!Frankie, some spanking, rough sex, dirty talk.

Summary: Frankie finds your gym clothes and worries (but not really) about you forgetting who you belong to as you flaunt your hot body around the gym in mini shorts and crop tops.

Paging @apascalrascal for helping me with Frankie's motivation here. Thank you, dearie! *mwah*

“Baby, what’s this?”

You glance over at Frankie who’s marching into the bathroom, holding up a couple of garments which you recognize from the laundry basket. He’s been home for a few days and today you’ve finally settled into some kind of domestic rhythm that doesn’t involve having sex as soon as you lay eyes on each other.

You turn your attention back to the mirror, and the cotton round you’re using to clean your eye makeup off.

“Workout clothes. Why?”

“You go to the gym wearing this? In public?”

“Well, it’s a gym, but yeah, I guess it’s a public place. What’s the problem?”

You put the cotton down and frown at him but finding it hard to keep your face straight: Frankie’s looking scandalized and concerned at the same time. The garments he’s holding up are a pair of tiny shorts and a netted crop top with a built-in sports bra. You realize he hasn’t seen them before, they’re quite new, you got them while he was deployed. And he was gone for four months this time around; time you spent at the gym because you had nothing better to do.

“You’re telling me you’re parading yourself around the gym in these?”

“So what?”

You toss the cotton round into the waste basket and turn to Frankie. You know very well what he’s getting at, but you want him to confess it and own up to being a possessive little macho prude.

“They’re tiny!” he exclaims in a voice that suggests he’s talking about the moral bankruptcy of America, not your gym clothes.

“Yes, because working out makes me sweat and with those clothes I can be more comfortable,” you explain patiently, like he’s a child. Internally, you’re grinning like an idiot because this is delightful.

“You used to wear, like, leggings and a t-shirt,” Frankie reminds you sourly. “What makes you want to wear this now?”

You grin then, confident and teasing.

“Because I’ve lost a lot of weight, built a lot of muscle, and I now have a smoking hot body that I’m proud to show off.”

It’s true: you spent most of your free time during Frankie’s last deployment in the gym. You had had a membership for a couple of years now and used it every once in a while but this had been his first deployment since you two moved together, and coming home to an empty house had been unbearable to you. You started going to the gym more, first with a friend, then by yourself. You even booked the PT for an individual plan, one that you had been following strictly. You were happy with the results and had treated yourself to a new workout wardrobe, indulging in tiny shorts and crop tops, clothes you never thought you’d wear in public before this.

The corners of Frankie’s mouth twitch and he smiles despite himself, but his eyes are still dark.

“Do you have to show it off to all kinds of people? Can’t you just limit yourself to me?” he suggests, holding up the clothes again. “I mean… it’s basically underwear!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” You roll your eyes. “Underwear is what I’m wearing now, and it’s nowhere near that bad.”

You’re very pleased with Frankie’s reaction, though. It’s strange but a display like this from any of the previous men you used to date would have sparked huge fights, and now… you like it when Frankie has opinions about what you wear in public. One reason is that you know that he would never try to stop you or judge you for it.

“Do other women dress like this at the gym?” Frankie wants to know. You have to take a moment to recall. You don’t pay attention to what anybody is wearing when you’re working out.

“I don’t know, Frankie, I don’t spend a lot of time looking at what people are wearing when I’m working out.”

“So basically you could all be semi naked there.”

“You’re so ridiculous,” you sigh and splash water in your face. As you’re patting your skin dry with a towel, the clothes land next to you on the countertop.

“Put them on.”

“What?”

“Put them on. Show them to me.”

You look up at Frankie, frowning, only to find his brown eyes dark and fixed on yours in a predatory manner.

Oh. Okay, then.

You turn your back to him and take off your bra, knowing full well that he can catch more than a fair share of side boob in the mirror. You then wriggle into the top, adjust the built-in bra, and bend over to pull on the shorts. When dressed, you turn around and slant your hips to the side, planting your hand to it.

“See? Perfectly normal workout clothes.” You bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

“Shut up,” Frankie tells you in a husky growl, his eyes wandering over your body, making your skin rise in goosebumps. You’ve had so much sex since he got back to last you for a week but apparently, you’re about to go for another round.

“You just gonna stand there and watch?” you purr. His reply is immediate and delivered in a low, rough voice.

“I thought I told you to shut up.”

“I have a problem with authority.”

“I can see that. Insolent girl.”

Desire pools deep in your belly at his words and in anticipation of what’s about to happen. In a few strides, Frankie’s right in front of you, brows pulled together and mouth set in a grim line.

“On your knees,” he commands you.

“Fucking make me,” you defy him, and he makes you regret it immediately. Grabbing you by the arm, he maneuvers you around and bends you over the sink before slapping your ass quite hard. A strangled cry escapes your lips and Frankie meets your eyes in the mirror. You give him a small nod to tell him that you’re okay, and he responds by caressing the butt cheek he just slapped, his hand warm and soft, before raising it and bringing it back down on your shorts-covered skin.

“Had enough?” he asks, and you throw him a provocative glance in the mirror, lower lip caught between your teeth.

“Apparently not,” he notes, and slaps you again, this time on the other buttock. You can’t prevent the loud yelp from escaping your lips as your body quivers with lust.

“You gonna take what I give to you now?” Frankie wants to know. You inhale slowly.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

He grabs you by the neck and pulls you up before turning you around and pressing you down to your knees in front of him. He’s already sporting a bulge and you can barely contain your excitement as you pull down his sweatpants and boxer briefs. His cock springs free and you look up at him and lick your lips.

“That’s it, beautiful girl, fucking suck it already.” Frankie strokes your hair and, to your surprise, doesn’t press your face to his crotch, but lets you decide the pace. You cup his balls with one hand and close your fingers around the base of his dick with the other, and lean in for a light swirl of the tongue on the moist tip. Frankie exhales audibly above you. Slowly, you take his cock in your mouth, deeply, before releasing it with a pop and once against licking the tip and down to the base. Your fingers play with his balls, appreciating the familiar weight of them, as you pump his cock with your other hand a couple of times before going back to sucking him. Letting go of his balls, you slide your hand to his thigh and over to his hip, where you move him in rhythm with your sucking. He catches your drift and starts to slowly, carefully, fuck your mouth.

”Fuck, that’s my good girl, letting me fuck your pretty little mouth like this,” he groans, and you moan in return, your pussy throbbing for his cock. You let your hand rest lightly on his thigh, ready to press him away if he goes too fast or too hard, but he sticks to a pace you can cope with. That’s one of the things that you really appreciate with Frankie: even when he’s rough he takes your comfort into consideration. He’d never thrust his dick down your throat like you were a fuck doll.

You glance up at him and see that him grabbing the sink with one hand. The other is nestling into your hair but the grip is light. You get ready to finish him when he pulls out without warning, leaving a string of saliva hanging between your lips and his cock.

”Your mouth feels so good, baby girl,” he growls, looking down at you and grabbing your chin, angling your face up so you can meet his stern gaze. ”But I know you have another hole that feels even better.” His large thumb passes over your lips and you part them, sucking his digit into your mouth. God, you love it when he talks like this to you. He’s a communicative lover but this kind of dirty talk isn’t on the menu too often.

”Tell me what you want, pet,” he coos to you, surprisingly soft now, stroking your hair. You wet your lip and swallow the taste of his precum. He’s going to make you beg for it. You know exactly what to say and how to say it for him to give it to you directly, but you know this is a game, you have to play helpless, give him a reason to prolong the wait.

”I want you to fuck me,” you moan, your hand on his thigh. He swats it away as you try to take his dick again. It’s so close to your face, you could suck it some more, make him groan, make him cum.

”Eyes up, baby girl,” he tells you and you obey, your lower lip caught between your teeth. ”Tell me again. What do you want me to do?”

”Fuck me.”

”Fuck you, what?”

”Sir.”

”Fuck your what?”

”Fuck my tight, wet pussy, sir,” you whimper. ”Please, I’m so wet for you, sir.”

Frankie unexpectedly pulls you up and you almost lose your balance and tumble into him but are only met by a punishing kiss when his tongue invades your mouth. You barely have time to kiss him back before he turns you around and bends you over the sink again. His movements are quick and precise as he pulls the top over your head and frees your breasts, and then pulls down your shorts and drenched through panties. He lifts one of your legs and hooks his arm around the bend of your knee before lining up his dick along the slickness of your pussy. With a forceful snap of his hips, he drives the whole of his length in, making you cry out. He starts to fuck you energetically and you notice that he keeps staring at your bouncing tits in the mirror, so you thrust your chest out and meet his gaze. His free arm snakes around your hips and his fingers find your clit, and a surge of intense pleasure cuts through you as he presses down on it.

“Let me hear it, baby girl,” he grunts in your ear and you moan loudly with each hard thrust into you. “Talk to me, be a good girl.”

“Fuck,” you whimper, bracing yourself against the edge of the sink. “You fuck me so good, sir, you make me feel so good!”

“That’s right,” he encourages you, “nobody but me can fuck you like this, sweet girl.”

“Nobody,” you wail as his fingers rub your clit with a relentless pressure and speed. “Nobody but you owns my pussy, baby, only you own that pussy.”

“Damn straight, and I’m going to fuck this pussy until I come all over it,” he huffs, his hold of your leg tightening. You close your eyes, giving in to the intense sensations and the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Frankie’s loud breathing, your own moans, the quickening between your legs. Frankie keeps slamming you against the edge of the countertop – your hips will have a bruise – and oh god, he hits you just right, so deep, so full, fuck it, you’re going to –

“Fucking look at me when I fuck you,” Frankie growls and you force your eyes open and meet his stare in the mirror. He’s the picture of determination as he stakes his claim, shows you who you belong to, as if you ever doubted it, as if you ever wanted to be anyone else’s but his. You forget yourself as you are pushed over the edge and start to fall free.

“I… Frankie, please, I’m gonna –“

“That’s it, baby, come on, come all over my cock,” Frankie groans as your pussy clenches in orgasm. He’s still rubbing your clit with two skilful fingers and thrusting deep and hard into your, not slowing down even when you start to shake with your orgasm. Loud moans escape your pursed lips and Frankie speeds up and growls as he shoots you full of cum. He curses in your ear and his fingers dig into the soft skin of your thigh, easing the build-up of a cramp. For a second, you fear you’ll lose your balance and both of you are going to fall and bang your heads on the tile floor, but Frankie’s arms are securing you and when he lets your leg down, he doesn’t let go of you until he knows you’re steady on your feet. You lean your elbows onto the counter, catching your breath and still shivering from the aftermath of the orgasm. Frankie slips out of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty, and you catch him in the mirror as he appreciated the creampie oozing out between your folds. You sway your hips teasingly and he meets your gaze in the mirror and pass his hand through his damp curls, smiling at you.

“Okay?” he asks, carefully pulling you up to stand and turning you around, greeting you with a long, sincere kiss. You wrap your arms around him and pull him in closer.

“As long as I’m yours, I’m okay,” you let him know. “I love you.”

“And I you.” Frankie kisses the tip of your nose and smiles. “And I did notice you’ve lost weight. I just didn’t want to say anything in case it was a touchy subject.”

“It’s not,” you assure him. “I just missed you so much when you were away, baby, I had to focus on something. Going to the gym seemed as good a thing as any.”

“Sorry my absence sent you to the fuckin’ gym,” Frankie murmurs, making you laugh. He’s not a fan of working out but is required to keep his body in some kind of shape. The day he finally retires will certainly be celebrated as the day he no longer has to work out for his job.

“Can I wear whatever I want now that you’ve established who I belong to?” you ask innocently. Frankie grins.

“I would never tell you what you can and cannot wear, you know that, baby.”

“Oh, so all of that claiming just now –“

“Was just an act, yes.”

“Gasp!” You feign dismay and clutch imaginary pearls at your clavicle. “Sir! I feel so used!”

Frankie grabs your ass cheeks and squeezes before lowering his lips to your neck for a teasing bite.

“Watch it so I don’t claim you all over again, baby girl.”

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

"I understand your pain" - A Billie Bust Up fic

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Billie stared at the ceiling, trying her best not to shift her gaze away not even for a second. Wait, was that the window banging? Maybe if she just... No, she told herself, no distractions! Even a sudden blink of the eyes would be a mistake! Out of all the places she visited during her travels, he had to be here.

Oscar rubbed his head into her hand, whimpering while looking at her with sad eyes. Billie allowed herself to give the little fox a half smile and a pet.

Suddenly, Billie felt her bell ringing: she gingerly tinkered with it to answerer it. The moment she did, the familiar, warm voice of her mentor was heard, their voice filled with worry.

"Billie, it's me, Aristotle. Are you still there?"

Billie wasn't able to reply right away; far from wanting to be impolite in front of the kind axolotl, or make them worried, she nevertheless felt it hard to tell them she was, infact, still intent on staying in the castle.

"...Billie, I-I know you wish to see Arthur again. Believe me, so do I. But he's not here. I've visited this mansion so many times during my travels in hopes to find him too, and..."

Aristotle took one second to try to collect themselves, and even then their voice was close to cracking.

"I-I was never able to sense his presence in this place. It pains me to say this, but I'm afraid it won't be different, this time."

Billie chocked back a sob before replying, her eyes filled with tears.

"But he has to be here! There's so many ghosts in this building, one of them has to be my father! If only I were able to see them all, maybe I could recognize him!"

Aristotle's voice stayed silent for a moment, while Billie did her best to keep her composure. Finally, they were heard again.

"I understand your pain, Billie, but it's almost evening, and everyone is starting to get worried..."

"Just a little more time, please Aristotle? I need to do this."

A sigh came from the bell, before Aristotle continued.

"Alright Billie. You can stay a little longer, but the moment the sun starts to set, it's best if you and Oscar take your leave: at night there's so many creeps around, and as much as you've improved so much with your magic since we first met, it's still too risky for you two to go around on your own. We'll be waiting for you in the village: I've prepared some hot chocolate for your arrival. If you want, we'll talk it over together, is that ok?"

Despite her eyes still warm with tears, Billie cracked a smile. "Thanks, Aristotle."

A light chuckle was heard.

"Anytime, my dear. I'll be seeing you soon. Take care!"

And with that, the bell fell into silence. Billie took a moment to sigh, rub her eyes and return her gaze to the ceiling above. Many ghosts of all shapes and sizes where hovering about, letting out delighted ghoulish moanings, without a care in the world, barely noticing the small goat staring at them with sad hope.

Was Aristotle right? Was it true her father wasn't here? But what if he were? Would he look like he did when he was alive? Would he recognize his own daughter, all grown up?

Billie sighed again. "I was really hoping to find you here...", was all she could say before hearing a familiar, high-pitched voice that sent a chill up her spine.

"Whoo were you hoping to find~?"

The sudden appearance of Barnaby took Billie by surprise, making her gasp a little before turning her head: she was staring at the ghost owl's face, his long neck stretched so to look at her in the eyes with an amused, and jambled up, expression.

"Barnaby, what the heck! You startled me!"

Barnaby merely chuckled at her surprise, all too used to such reactions from people.

"Were you by chance hoping to find me? Oh, you sillyhead, I've been here the whole time!" He paused to playfully stick his tongue out. "Infact, I've been here for a loooooong time to begin with! Hoo-hoo-hoo~!"

Billie just stared at him; the battle she had with the ghost owl not too long ago did nothing to change his extravagant ways: he didn't even take his defeat in bad stride, surprisingly enough. Well, she figured, considering all the fun he had in tormenting her beforehand, it was fair to believe it was all even between them. At least Barnaby promised he would've stopped with the whole "Would you like to die?" idea, and she really hoped he was an owl of his word.

"Actually" she replied, while returning to her previous activity "I was looking for my father".

Barnaby's face jolted in confusion, all his features returning to place as his neck snapped back to its original lenght.

"Your father? Why would he be here?"

Billie kept her gaze upwards. "He died a long time ago, when I was just a baby. All I know about him has only been told by others: my mother, my mentor... The only reason I know what he looks like is thanks to the photos we hanged in my home, but it's not the same: I've seen so little of him, and that was too long ago. All I'm able to remember was his laughter." She began to smile. "I remember it was warm, loving and calming. Sometimes even just thinking about it makes me feel better." Her smile fell. "But that's all I managed to keep in my heart. With your home filled with so many ghosts, I was hoping to see him, at least once."

Barnaby just stared at her for a moment. His mind started to itch, for a reason even he couldn't explain; his momentary confusion was put to a pause when he heard a noise of indignation from the little goat, making that itch stop. Oh well, I'm sure it wasn't important, he thought to himself with a smile.

"Nghh, but these ghosts are being so stubborn! Why can't they just stay put just one second?! It's like they don't care about anything!" Billie was growning more and more fed up with these wisps: the more she tried to focus on them, the more it seemed they kept on hovering out of her sight just to make fun of her. To think she used to be scared of those pests...!

Her huff of annoyance was enjoyable to watch, to Barnaby's bemusement, especially if it was about some obvious knowledge about ghosts' carefree nature.

"Why, that's how ghosts are, dearie! The moment you're dead, you don't have to care about anything anymore! No worries, no fears, no regrets... It's all in the past! And like all that is past, it all fades away~! Just like us ghosts, after all! Hoo-hoo-hoo~!"

To such response, Billie suddenly felt tense with a frightful thought: if what Barnaby said was true, that would've meant Arthur could very well have lost all memories of his past life, and all his beloved ones. Aristotle, his wife, his daughter... everyone.

"All... fades away? Even all the memories of the people they loved?!"

Here's that itch again. This time it felt stronger and irritating, yet Barnaby decided to just ignore it, despite of how annoying it was. Why couldn't it just go away?!

"It's all part of the course, of course!" He giggled at his own pun. "After all, why hold on to memories of people you can't even hold near anymore?"

Billie grew only more agitated by the second. "But-but how can you consider that a good thing?! You-you can't just forget the ones you loved just like that! I mean-You! You too are a ghost! Can't you remember anyone you cared about?!"

Barnaby, up to that point, was merely watching the little one getting all worked up about the whole ordeal with an amused grin. Living beings, so attached to life! Such a lovely, if futile, sentiment, in the face of the inevitable eternal slumber. He was ready to give her the answer that would put all her uncertainties to rest, when suddenly his itch grew at his strongest, and he couldn't ignore it anymore.

He felt the need to hold his head between his tallons: was he feeling pain? No, impossible: he's been a ghost since as far as he can remember! Then why...? His mind started to be plagued by various scenarios; fragments that he wasn't sure how they were tied to each other to begin with. A warm-lit room, a blossoming garden, a lab table filled to the brim with potions and magic tomes... Suddenly, he heard the faintest sound of laughter: a light, cheerful and happy laugh of someone he swore he never met, and yet felt so familiar, even loved and cherished. Something deep within him felt the wish to listen to that beautiful sound forever. Before he could properly focus on it, the laughter came to an abrupt finish as it got covered by a loud noise, so booming and deafening that shocked him to the core: next thing he knew, he was back to reality. He didn't notice he had started hyperventilating, or that Billie was looking at him with a worried expression.

"Barnaby, what's wrong?! Are you ok?!"

Barnaby stared at her, as he tried, without success, to catch his breath. He barely remembered what just happened in his mind, but he could clearly feel something within that made him suffer, something that the living would associate with the feeling of pain. He felt his eyes starting to leak, as he struggled to reply to Billie, not daring to look at her any longer.

"I-I-I don't know. I-I can't remember..." As his urge to cry grew stronger, Barnaby started to hug himself with his wings, in hopes to find some needed comfort. Billie's presence wasn't helping things: by his own admission, it was never pretty when he cried, and having someone looking at him in this state made him feel even less at ease. "I can't remember anything..." was all he could utter before covering himself completely in his ghostly plumage, hoping for the pain to leave him at once.

For the longest time, Barnaby felt only joy from the lack of memories, at last unbound by life and all the worries it'd entailed. And yet, this time out of all, he swore he were able to catch a glimpse of something, anything, that he once were able to hold dear, only to lose it at once. The more he thought about it, the more the already fickle hold he had on this memory slipped away; and the more tears flowed from his eyes.

And it all started with that little goat. How pitiful, he thought, breaking down like this in front of her, after all the teasing he gave her. He should've minded his own business and ignore her. "But no!", his inner thoughts reprimanded him, "You had to pry on her problems and entertain her ideas! And look what it led you to: crying a river over something of which you can't even remember anything about, and won't have anymore! Can't you be any more pathetic?! Oh, that's right: you're crying right in front of this little guest! Your pity party must be such pain to watch for her: she'll just leave you alone, like everyone else. No wonder you don't have any friends, if you costantly drive them away with your overblown ways! That's what you'll ever be: a sad whisp with no memories and no friends; just give up already! The sooner you'll accept it, the less it will hurt!"

"STOP!!" Barnaby finally snapped to that inner voice, as he cried harder: he didn't want to think of how the moment he finally had a friend, she was going to run away from his exaggerated manners, leaving him alone just like everyone else who came to his mansion always did. He didn't want to be reminded of the memories he didn't have anymore, of his beloved... Right now, he just wanted to stop existing altogether. "Just... stop..." he kept on repeating, hanging his head lower, his eyes, ears and mouth drooping as they followed the slow movement along.

Meanwhile, Billie was left looking at Barnaby, all tuckered up in his wings. She gazed upon him as he was trying to calm himself down, unsure of what to do: one part of her wanted to reach out and give some form of comfort; and yet, she also didn't want to invade his bubble, and make everything worse. She was all too aware of how so many villagers, back in her village, instantly had tired or weary looks on them the moment she approached them to ask them to join her on a new adventure, or To talk about all the things she had seen during her latest explorations. At first Billie paid no mind about it, but overtime she took notice, and began wondering if her approach was too much for people. Even after meeting Lou and Lily, who truly loved spending time with her on her adventures (dangers not witstanding), and after beginning her magic training with Aristotle, she often felt she had a habit of coming off too strong to many of her neighbors. And, right now, just like those times, Billie felt she went too far with Barnaby with her earlier questions, fearing she unknowingly touched a nerve during her earlier agitated state of mind. Ok, in all fairness, she had no idea such words could affect him so much; but still, she felt guilt for her earlier moment of insensitivity, and was afraid of upsetting Barnaby even more, were she to come closer to him.

Timidly, she turned to Oscar. "Hey Oscar? What do you think I should do? I messed up already, I don't want to hurt him more than I did already..."

The little fox looked at Barnaby, then at Billie, and started whimpering. Billie nodded in understanding: regardless of what happened, she couldn't just leave the ghost owl in this time of need. She had to set things right and help him: it's what a hero would do, she told herself... and also a friend.

As she started to move forward, Barnaby's yell was heard from his tuckered form, which startled her: was it against her? Billie got more tense, but kept going. As she got closer, Billie heard small mutterings mixed with sobs coming behind his wings: it felt like Barnaby was whispering to himself, not even noticing her presence. That's when Billie realized he was stuck in an internal loop, detached from his surroundings. The young goat gulped: this was going to be harder than she thought. As Billie tried to think of a way to approach Barnaby, her mind went to Aristotle's words, and how they were able to bring her comfort as she was hoping to find Arthur. Billie's thoughts went about the axolotl, and how much sadness they had in their voice during their call moments earlier: they too had to deal with Arthur's departure, many years ago, and she was told the two of them were so close together... Billie really hoped the axolotl had been able to have someone that comforted them as they were able to do for her: losing a father was hard already, but losing your longtime beloved friend... it must've felt too much to handle.

The little goat looked at the sobbing owl: maybe, she thought, such words would've been of help for him too, especially if, by his earlier words, he also struggled with remembering a loved one just like she did. "I guess we're not that different in that regard", she silently mused to herself.

She carefully got closer to Barnaby as she put a hand on his wing: as much as she didn't want to overstep her boundaries, she honestly couldn't think of any other option that could work. Billie took a deep breath, and hoped for the best.

"It's ok, Barnaby. I understand your pain."

Barnaby slowly peeked between his feathers, shifting his droopy gaze to the little goat, finally noticing her: she was still there, looking at him with sympathy, not a trace of ridicule nor fear on her face; that alone comforted him a little, despite his now long gone memory he wasn't able to reach anymore. But what truly shook him from his echo chamber were her words: for the first time since a long time, he felt understood, and that sentiment was enough to lift up his spirits, even if just a bit. Without a word, his beak forming a wobbly, small smile, he stretched his neck once again to Billie's level, and got closer to her as she embraced his head, her own eyes filling with tears once more. Oscar got closer too, and nuzzled himself between the two, joining them in their hug. The sun was starting to set, and the ghosts kept on floating carelessly, but Billie figured that she could stay just a little longer.

"Thank you."

[jangmi-latte]

Hi so, may I request a headcannon of Azul reacting to his s/o drawing a portrait of him. Say the s/o is really good at drawing and has a huge crush on azul but doesn't want to confess, the s/o thought azul wasn't looking when s/o was drawing him but turns out he saw it. Thank you, i'm sorry if it's too much

❝ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❞

➻ content: royal milk tea

➻ warnings: none!

➻ comments: don't worry dearie, there's nothing to apologize for. i first thought this was a oneshot. but i love me some artist s/o

��� a talent such as drawing is not uncommon in night raven college. there are a lot of students whose hands are skilful when it comes to the arts.

➺ you were one of them, except you kept your talent hidden. as nrc is a school focused on magic, drawing was more of a hobby rather than something you would take to work/school. you've already used your talent to create museum-like masterpieces at school before so it wasn't like your talent was COMPLETELY hidden.

➺ especially to the twin eels.

➺ with them having keen eyes, it's no surprise that either floyd or jade — rather both — have looked over your shoulder while you're doodling under the tree or when waiting in a class.

➺ they're impressed when they suddenly see you sketching epel while you're waiting for your order while you stayed in mostro lounge. there wasn't any reference needed, you all did it from memory. the young boy's looks just had to make its appearance in your sketchbook.

➺ it looked like a black-and-white old photograph except it was done by using different shades of pencils. it was breathtaking. you can't wait to show epel or even vil himself!

➺ "little shrimp. that looks amazing! can you draw me too?" floyd sang while wrapping his arms around your shoulder from behind as jade took a peek himself. you smiled as jade began to compliment every sketch you did in that pad. your hands are indeed blessed.

➺ you would've taken up the twins' time if it wasn't for azul calling about tending to the orders. that's when the siblings would smirk as jade gave back the sketchbook.

➺ you look cute hiding behind those bound pieces of paper.

➺ it wasn’t a secret to your friends about you falling for octavinelle’s dorm leader. however, seeing that the twins’ knew something was making you embarrassed. what if azul suddenly ignores you? avoids you? you wouldn’t want your friendship to just collapse just because of your feelings.

➺ maybe they knew something, maybe they don’t. who knows, y/n? just keep your mouth shut and you’ll be safe.

➺ speaking of which, you haven’t even drawn your best friend in your sketchbook. let your hand do the wonders.

➺ your pencil began to glide on the canvas. intricately and carefully drawing his eyes – despite no colour you wanted to add some shine into it – making sure his glasses fit his face perfectly. not forgetting his little mole and the plumpness of his bottom lips. man, are they kissable? yes.

➺ you subconsciously stretched your lips, a small smile gracing your face as you proceeded to draw him in his pe uniform. all doing this in memory as you remembered that face he would always make when professor vargas would mention flying. it was cute. 

➺ the more you stared at your drawing of him, the more you began to fall for the dorm leader. he’s not perfect. azul has his own flaws. he doesn’t have the perfect model-like jawline or a body shape that beauty standards see as attractive. that’s what makes him, well, him. he worked hard for that body and is still is. you admire his hard work for that.

➺ can you blame yourself for memorizing his features that easily? maybe. you would stare at him at times when he isn’t looking after all.

➺ unbeknownst to you, jade had nudged azul and pointed at you. the confused man was confused and yet the twin still ushered him to walk over to you.

➺ there he saw, over your shoulder, was a meticulously drawn portrait of him. made by your hand. surprised is he to see someone even dare to draw him. as someone who is still insecure of his physical appearance, something as sweet as being drawn for free is touching, so to say.

➺ maybe he could use you as mostro lounge’s official artist. you could draw his customers in exchange for money. just kidding. azul wouldn’t do that. unless.

➺ he wanted to take a closer look and when you heard his shoes tapping against the floor, that’s when your eyes met and your hand froze. the man you’ve been falling for has seen you draw him. what would you feel? 

➺ speechless is thee. can you explain? no.

➺ “a-azul!” you stuttered and immediately closed the sketchbook. his hand reached out and asked if he could see your sketches. being complimented by him and being asked to see your artworks was something you never expected, no?

➺ with shaky hands, you did. you are embarrassed, yes but you couldn’t deny when your talent is being recognized by the azul ashengrotto.

➺ what are you going to do now, y/n? he’s smiling as he flips through the pages of your pad. until he landed on your unfinished work of him did your eyes meet again. his smile grew wider – cheeks as red as yours – as he showed you the drawing. “why me?”

➺ words would jumble in your head as you remained speechless. are you going to say the truth? confess? make an excuse? admire his beautiful smile? your drawing matched his looks perfectly imperfect. but he wanted to know. why did you draw him?

➺ what are you going to answer? 

[islandtarochips]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

FIFTH! Or is it sixth? I DON’T KNOW! THANK YOU, PELE!

SENDING RIGHT BACK AT YA!😘❤️🥰

[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

Can i make a request pleaseeee. If you are accepting them ? I neeeeeeed a fred is y/n bff and spend summer at the burrow. Him and y/n realize they are in love with each other at bill and fleurs wedding? Please and thank you.

I just wanna say my requests are always open dearies!

Set in a non voldy au

You and Fred had been inseparable since your second year. You absolutely adored hanging out with him and his brother. You never felt ignored or alone with him or George. They made you genuinely feel safe and happy. Fred and you had this closer connection though. Why that was the case, no one was quite sure. But it was becoming obvious that you two were closer in a more romantic capacity. A new way to tell George from Fred was how you were standing next to the other twin. If you were standing next to Fred, you'd almost lean on him, he'd be smiling and whispering things to you that would make you laugh. If you were standing next to George you would be standing directly next to him and almost mirroring some of his movements unintentionally. It was clear you guys spent a LOT of time together.

You spent every summer with this family, Molly was like a second mother to you and Arthur being a second father. They noticed the relationship forming with Fred and you though after one day you were downstairs, reading on the couch and Fred snuck up on you, tickling your sides and making you squeal and somehow ended with you on top of him and laughing before falling off the couch.

You two were so in love and it was so obvious to literally everyone but you two. You ended up working with the twins after graduation, being their numbers girl. You usually ordered more stock or just took down numbers and sale records while Fred tended to other people. Today though, the shop was closed for a special occasion. Fred and George's brother was getting married. You of course were invited because literally all of the Weasleys saw you as family (even Percy's tight ass could see you as a sister). You actually were a bridesmaid, seeing as you and Fleur were good friends when she was at hogwarts. You had your hair in this side bun, a grey dress that went a little below the knee and heels that HURT YOUR GOD DAMN FEET. "I swear heels are torture devices in disguise." You grumbled. "You look good in them though." Ginny said, zipping the back of your dress. "Seen the boys yet?" Hermione asked as she helped Fleur with her hair. "No, not yet. Why?" Ginny asked. "Ron keeps complaining about being in a tux, it's hysterical." Hermione snorted. You laughed and shook your head. "Although I think a certain boy is excited to see youuu." Fleur said poking your arm and making you blush. "Fred has been strangely aware of the time and when this is supposed to start" Ginny said. "It's like he's counting down the seconds to see you." Hermione teased. "To be fair, Bill is doing the same thing." Ginny added. "I seriously love you two together." You said to Fleur. "Thank you." She chuckled. "you know who would be even better?" Fleur asked. "Who?" You asked. "You and Fred." All of the girls said in unison. "Not this again." You sighed. "Yes, this again! You two are literally made for each other! Why haven't you said anything?" Ginny asked. "Because if he doesn't feel the same way that could make our friendship weird. He's my best friend and I don't want to ruin anything." You sighed. "Still... Y/n you've carried a torch for him for so long I'm surprised you're not ON FIRE." Hermione said. "Can we just change the subject away from my love life please?" You whined. "Yes because Fleur is on in five seconds, let's roll." Ginny nodded.

You and the girls walked out first, Fred being practically glued to you. You couldn't stop looking at him either... He did look REALLY good in a suit to be honest. You watched your friends get married and smiled, Fred falling even harder because of the twinkling look in your eyes when you smiled. You all were smiling at the couple as they danced and you sat down, taking off your shoes. "That's not very proper." Fred teased. "Okay, these things are death traps, fuck you." You laughed. He smiled and watched Ron and Hermione dance with Bill and Fleur. "...Want to dance?" He asked. "Can I keep my shoes off?" You asked. He chuckled and nodded before you took his hand. He pulled you close and Hermione smirked. "So... You look great." You complimented. "thanks... You look beautiful." He said. You smiled and then winced. "I forgot to order more plant feed--" "Let's not worry about work right now... Okay?" Fred said. You nodded as his eyes seemed so... Focused on you. God this boy knew how to make you feel like the only girl in the world. You rested your head on his chest, swaying to the slow beat of the band.

You wished you weren't so afraid of change sometimes. That way you could fearlessly charge into it and admit your feelings. Instead though, you were silently seething at yourself for being so damn scared all of the time. Fred was doing a similar thing, thinking to himself that he was a fucking moron right now. This was the perfect opportunity to say something like "Hey Y/n, I really like you and I have since we were thirteen." But no. Instead his lanky ass was panicking internally as he held you close. He swore his brother was almost purposefully keeping the slow songs coming for this. Which he would be right because Bill was waiting for Fred to ACTUALLY TELL YOU.

You looked up at Fred and saw the perplexed expression on his face. "Hey... What's going on in that head pretty boy?" You asked. Christ are you trying to kill this boy? "Just thinkin." He shrugged. Damn it man, sAY SOMETHING. "About?" You asked. "The future... What do you want in the future?" He asked. You pondered. "Hmmm... I'd like to be married... Settle down... Keep working at the shop. Be happy... What about you?" You asked. "I think the same things actually." Fred said. "Oh?" You asked. "Yeah. I'd like to be married... If the right person..." He cleared his throat. "Right." You nodded. "Think you'll meet the right person?" You asked. "...I think I've already met them." Fred admitted. Yes, see that's a good step. "Really? Who?" You asked curiously. Shit. "Well she's beautiful." He said. "That's good. Is she nice?" You asked. "Oh she's a cocky little thing but yes she's very nice." Fred chuckled. "is she here?" You asked. "Yep" how long are you going to play this game Fred? "Cool! Can I meet her, she sounds great" you said. Truth be told your heart was dropping as you spoke... But you loved Fred so you were trying to be supportive. "Depends. Can we find a mirror around here?" He asked. "What?" You asked. "How-- wait-- Wha-- What!?" You sputtered. "Y/n.. I love you... And I've been in love with you since we were in our third year." Fred said. You swallowed hard and stopped moving. "Did I mess this up? I feel like I messed this up-- You know what, forget I said anything--" you said nothing, swallowing your fears down and pulling him down by his tie, kissing him making Bill and Fleur literally freeze in place. Fred took a moment to register what exactly was happening but cupped your cheeks and kissed you back once he realized "BRO THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING"

Molly smiled as did Arthur and you finally pulled away. "I have been waiting to do that since I was in my third year." You breathed. "Well I'm here now... No time like the present to make up for lost time." He joked. "Fred." "hmm?" "People are staring." You said. Fred looked around and George was giving him two thumbs up making you snort. "IT'S. ABOUT. TIME." Bill said. You both turned to the man. "SERIOUSLY. WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR FIVE YEARS. " Ron agreed. You snorted and started laughing making Fred smile and pull you back into his arms.

Fred and you never separated from each other that night. He was always dancing with you, walking around with his arm around you or sitting with his arm you whispering sweet little things in your ear like "I'm so glad you feel the same" "I love you and I want you to really know that Y/n." Or your personal favorite "I promise you darling, when the time comes for us you are going to be mine forever."

He never let you go that night... In fact he'd never let you go ever again

[mrs-han]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING!

I’m late >3<

But @truth-be-told-im-lying dearie, this is for you! Happy belated birthday lovely!!

Jumin ignored the lingering stares as he carried her from the elevator to his penthouse. His bodyguards didn't dare ask him what he was doing or why he was doing it - instead, they meekly stood out of his way and watched the bobbing head of the woman in his arms. 

Rumor and gossip amongst the guards weren't allowed, and yet... Mr. Han somehow piqued their interest with his strange disposition and actions. 

Having the door opened for him, Jumin entered his home with a careful sidestep, making sure her head didn't hit the door's frame. With grace and ease, Jumin lay her on his bed. He would explain everything to her when she woke up, but he had to admit he was a bit nervous about the whole thing. 

Celebrating birthdays amongst the RFA wasn't an uncommon thing. But for her birthday, Jumin decided to go all out. He booked a venue that overlooked Seoul's skyline, brought a dozen different wines for her to try, and had Jaehee order balloons and flowers to decorate the place. Jumin Han wasn't a minimalistic thinker - he was known to go all out for the people he cared about. 

But there was something remarkable about her. Jumin wanted to treat her to the best, most desirable things. He couldn't explain it, and honestly, he didn't want to, else his logic would stomp out his budding feelings. 

Jumin blinked, distracted by the slight shimmer coming from her gown. He smiled to himself; she actually wore the dress he ordered for her a week or so before the bash. He still remembered her meek smile as she glanced at him throughout the evening, her jittery feet trying to figure out whether she wanted to converse with him or keep the company of the other members. 

Jumin lifted the blankets over her, his fingers moving deftly to swipe her hair from her face... when she sat with a jolt. He blinked and watched as she looked around, a slight panic in her movements. Tapping her on the shoulder, she whirled to face him and placed her hand over her forehead. 

"Jumin?" 

"Hello," he greeted. "You must be wondering -"

"How I got here?" She moaned, leaning over to nurse her headache. "Yeah... I must've had a little too much to drink... be honest. Did I have a little too much to drink tonight?"

Jumin pursed his lips. "... Well."

"Agh! I knew it, I... who was the one who brought all that alcohol!"

Jumin raised a wary brow.

"No, who am I kidding... I'm an adult. I should know when to stop."

He opened his mouth.

"But I mean! It's a party, and you're supposed to go all out and have fun at parties! And, and! It's my birthday, so I can drink as much as I want!" 

Jumin leaned back, his elbows making a slight dent in a pillow. "So now, you are going to blame me for your drinking habits?"

"Wha - no, I'm not blaming you," she mumbled with a shake of her hand.

"Even when I was the one who brought the wine?" Jumin smirked. 

"... I should have known it was you," she sneered impishly. "Ugh, I'm going to feel this tomorrow..."

"Lean back," Jumin said softly, sitting up and patting a pillow. "You can spend the night. I'll get you some things to help with your impending hangover."

"Oh, no, no, no, no!" 

Shocked by her sudden outburst, Jumin placed his hand on his chest. "What's the matter?"

"I can't take up your space, Jumin! What's more, this is your bed! And what's more than that, you have a reputation to uphold! What would the world think if they saw me, an old fart, stumbling out of your apartment?!"

"Penthouse," Jumin corrected.

"... That makes it worse!"

"Calm down," Jumin chuckled. "It's late now. I wouldn't feel right sending you off of your own to your apartment, so I insist you stay the night."

"Wait," she squinted, waving her hand. "Why did you bring me here? Why didn't you bring me to my apartment?"

"Because I don't know where you live," Jumin stated matter-of-factly. 

"Or is it because you wanted to spend more time with me?" She asked, twirling a strand of her hair.

Jumin paused. He had to admit; he didn't spend as much time with her as he wanted to that night. 

"I knew it," she whispered, her face now inches from his. "Don't think I didn't notice you staring at me!" 

Jumin crossed his arms. "That means you were also looking my way."

"So you admit it!"

"Admit what."

"... I forget."

Jumin leaned in, looking into her eyes intently. A blush crept on her cheeks, and she coughed slightly to alleviate the tension. 

"Mmhm. You are still drunk," Jumin nodded. 

She snorted. "No, you're just evading my observations! And maybe I am a little drunk, but not drunk enough not to know that you're evasive!"

"I am not evasive," Jumin sighed, grabbing a blanket and tugging it around her shoulders. "I know when to stop arguing."

"Cuz you lost!" 

"Shh. Go to sleep."

"Wait, I can't sleep yet."

He huffed. "Why not?"

"Because I haven't made my birthday wish."

"... You may be drunker than I thought. You made your birthday wish over your cake."

"I never make my birthday wish over the cake. What's the point if all I'm going to do afterward is eat it? It's like I'm eating my wish."

"Fair enough," Jumin smiled. "Go on, then. Make your wish."

"I wish!"

"You make it aloud?"

"Shh!!"

Jumin pressed his fist against his mouth to keep his smile from getting wider. 

"I wish that everyone who celebrated my birthday, or went so far as to acknowledge it, wakes up tomorrow to the best day of their lives. May solutions come to their problems so that they can enjoy whatever blessings come their way."

Jumin softened, moving his hand from his mouth to show her his smile. "That's a beautiful wish. If more people make the same sort of -"

"And I also wish for Jumin to realize his feelings for me finally."

Jumin froze. "Par... excuse me?"

"Good night!" She shouted, tugging the blankets over her head. "Thank you for letting me stay over!" 

"Wait a minute," Jumin urged, reaching over to tug the blankets off. "What did you... what..."

She smiled under the covers, her cheeks blazing. She had never heard him at a loss for words before. 

[euphoricsunflowers]

bunny — lee hoseok/wonho

a/n: this time it will be me spoiling you, my darling rosie baby @rosiethefairy

a/n: this is literally 1200 words of just what i want from my sex life tbh... this is so self indulgent oh my god

word count: 1.2k

content: sub!wonho, dom!fem!reader, bunny and mama are the main titles though there’s plenty of pet names, thigh riding (fem recieving), strong language (i’ll start putting that here now whoops), ‘punishment’ it’s literally just not helping the poor boy out, he’s also not bad he’s just whiney and y/n’s tryna work, i promise you this is really really soft, they talk about rules but it’s only cuz wonho talks bad about himself for a sec and y/n’s like i think the fuck not.

taglist: @lovingonrepeat @neosincity @sub-hoshi-enthusiest @rosethefae @staranonthoughts @maknaeronix @multidreams-and-desires @astralsweetness @mellowriting

“but y/n!” you hear him whine. you look over from your desk to see your boy laying on the bed, only wearing a tank top and shorts that were far too short for you to get anything done. he pouts, “you’re so mean!”

“how am i being mean? baby, i have work to do,” you sigh, turning back to finish your typing up your document. the big boss will not be happy if this gets in late, and you don’t wanna face the wrath of that asshole.

he trudges up to you, plopping down by your side, resting his head against your thigh, “play with me~,” he murmurs.

“my bunny, i know you wanna play, but mama has to work, okay? can you please be good for me?” you ask, gently running your fingers through his hair. that was always his weakness. he could have been unable to sleep for hours, and a few minutes of you playing with his hair is enough to get him to sleep like a baby.

but it doesn’t seem to do much this time, “i know you’re really busy, mama, but… i want you to play with me,” he pouts adorably, knowing that’s your weakness, “please just use me, mama. bunny’s body is yours to play with,” he pleads, and his lisp is starting to come out more that he’s losing composure, always so needy.

finally, finally, you give in. you knew you’d give in all along. you had really tried to ignore him, but everytime he pouts, you just want to give him everything he wants and more. not to mention his words were really riling you up.

you sigh, closing your laptop, “alright, bunny. let’s play,” you kiss the top of his head and he excitedly scrambles to the bed, sitting at the edge like an excited child waiting for their present, “but, as much as i love you bunny, disrupting my work wasn’t very good of you, hm?”

“n-no, but i promise to be good now, mama!” he stutters, but you shake your head.

“that doesn’t matter, baby, mama was working and yet you decided playtime was more important?” you raise an eyebrow, staring so deeply into his eyes he can’t meet your gaze, too embarrassed to do so, “so i’m just to punish you a little bit, dearie. i promise i’ll take care of you later, but i don’t think you’re gonna cum for a while, okay?”

his eyes widen, and as much as he wants to object, he doesn’t. he nods obediently, subconsciously biting the inside of his cheek cutely, “i’m okay with whatever mama thinks i deserve.”

you smile softly, “i’m glad, bunny. you’ll be okay, i know you’re a good boy, so i promise it won’t be too long,” you kiss his forehead, and he smiles back with the same tenderness, “but i said we’ll play, my dear, so let’s play. should i ride your thigh with my skirt on? would you like that?”

“yes mama,” he murmurs, “can i take your panties off for you?”

“of course dear,” you say as he slides off the bed, falling gently to his knees. one of your hands holds your skirt up when the other holds his hand. his teeth grab at the waistband and pull them down like he’s done it a million times (probably because he has). he helps you you step out of them, and he stays on his knees for just a second. he’s always at peace at your side, especially when you run your fingers through his hair. he feels like nothing could hurt him when he’s with you, “get back on the bed darling,” you whisper.

and, ever compliant, he sits back down on the bed. you choose his left thigh to rest yourself upon as if it was a throne. your free hand reaches out for his shoulder for stability as you begin rocking back and fourth, “you’re so big, bunny. so strong,” you murmur.

he whines at the praise like he always does, “love you, mama.” he takes your hand that he’s holding and places soft, faint kisses to the back of it.

“love you too, bunny, so so much. you’re so perfect, and you wanna know what i love most about you?” you smile as he giggles.

“hm?”

“i love how good you are for me despite your strength,” you almost stutter, feeling better and better by the second yet still taking it slowly, to at least keep some composure, “l love how you’re strong enough to take me over and don’t. isn’t it lovely how you have such a powerful presence on stage, but you let me, someone not even half your size, take you over completely? you don’t understand how hot that it, bunny.”

“yeah?” he asks meekly with red cheeks.

“absolutely,” you breathe, “take off your shirt, bunny,” he lets go of your hand and throws off his tank top in an instant, grabbing your hand once more. he didn’t like not holding it, and you tend to give him what he wanted, “oh bunny, you’re so beautiful.”

“y-you’re beautiful, mama, i just have a good physique. you’re the only one who’s beautiful here,” he murmurs softly, but what he says startles you out of your hazy pleasure.

“bunny,” you slowed to a halt to allow yourself some mental clarity, “you’re more than just your body. you know that right?”

“i know, mama, i—”

“i don’t have many rules baby, but repeat what they are for me,” you instruct, and his shoulders drop. he looks like a kicked puppy, probably assuming you were upset at him.

he thinks really hard, pouting his lips subconsciously, “i have to ask mama if i wanna play, i have to tell mama if i’m ever uncomfortable… oh and i have to respect mama’s boundaries if she’s uncomfortable! and i…” his eyes widen, “and i can’t talk bad about myself…”

“angel,” you murmur, “don’t insult yourself to compliment me. i don’t want that compliment.”

“i’m sorry, mama,”

“it’s okay, bunny,” you smile, but he still frowns, “really, hoseok, i’m not mad. can you flex and relax your thigh for me? help mama cum and we can forget about this.”

he easily does what you ask, continuously repeating the motion, and he’s already smiling again as the feeling in your stomach you lost comes back easily. you moan out freely, and his free hand holds your thigh gently as you rock yourself against his, “do you wanna see mama cum, bunny?”

“i always do, mama,” he whispers, “mama always looks like she’s happy when she cums and i want mama to feel good.”

“you always make mama feel so good, bunny, oh my—!” you yell out as the orgasm hits you. he helps draw the orgasm out by rocking you back and forth by himself, continuing to bounce his thigh a bit.

you rest your weight against him, and he easily holds you up. you catch your breath as he gazes upon you. you can see just how hard he is, but he doesn’t say anything about it, “was i good for you?”

“you’re always good, bunny,” you murmur against his skin, “how about this? you make me cum a few more times, and i’ll take care of you. do you wanna eat me out, bunny?”

“i’d be delighted, mama.”

[laughing-with-god]

Quarter Quell II

Yandere Jungkook, Hunger Games AU

Warnings; gore, death, yandere behavior, killing, strong language, kids murdering other kids, male on female violence (special trigger warning: if you have suffered abuse or are extremely sensitive to like-mannered scenes I want to take a moment to warn you that there is certain scenes in which male tributes will hurt and overpower other female tributes. If this will trigger you, please refrain from reading and I apologize beforehand.)

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The Capitol of Panem maintains its’ hold on it’s 12 districts by forcing them each to select a boy and a girl, called Tributes, to compete in a nationally televised event called the Hunger Games.  Every citizen must watch as the youths fight to the death until only one remains.

The end had arrived.

Faintly, in the back of your mind, you could hear a doomful melody accompany your death march.  Hauntingly beautiful bells and strings swam in your consciousness, making the awfully bleak scene even more gothically tragic.  A personalized soundtrack for your promised annihilation.

On either side of you was a peacekeeper, each of them holding a gun to ensure your spineless obedience.

You followed them silently...wordlessly...mindlessly.

The sound of footsteps echoed in your ears as they bounced off the surface of the concrete walls.  They guided you deeper into the grey, sterile and fluorescent-lighted corridor. Each pace forward only further locked in your fate. And as a slave to ruthless destiny, you continued onward.  

You were marching to your death.  

Yet, you felt no anger.

No fear.

Not even a lick of grief or pity entertained your empty mind as you followed the path of your own demise.  

Your body had gone into a semi-shock, not allowing you to fully grasp the severity of the situation in hopes of postponing a mental breakdown.  All functions had suddenly gone numb, protecting you from the wrath of panic that would thunder upon you if you focused too closely on this dire moment.  You welcomed this sensation and allowed it to coax you into a zombie-like state, even if this tranquility was phony you still willingly clung to it.  

Perhaps the reason for your lack of reaction was due to an acceptance of death.  You held the benevolence of a queen approaching the guillotine, if nothing could change your sentence than the least you could do is hold your head up and never let them see you break.  

You kept the charade up until the peacekeepers halted beside a door marked ‘10 F’.  

Your breath hitched.  

One of them then reached over to open it, the other grasped one of his gloved hands onto your arm to hold you in place, somehow expecting a fight, before shoving you into the room.  

It was the resounding slam of the door that finally cracked your resolve.  

Tears began to well in your eyes as you observed the last room you’d ever see before the hellish arena.  

It was small, as to be expected.  White tile lined not only the floor but also the walls, the bright lighting reflected off of them and almost blinded you in the process.  In the center of the room was a metal table, sat upon it was the tribute wear. Dark grey camo pants lined with utility pockets, a tight black tank top, and a blue windbreaker-like jacket.  To top it all off, a pair of black combat boots sat on the floor next to the table.

The outfit you would die in.  

You choked back a sob as the postponed sadness made it’s belated arrival.  

It seeped in like a flood does to a house with a weak foundation.  The sticky and awfully heavy dread took its’ time peeling away the decaying layer of denial with steady ease.  Then, it clung to your bones…. melting itself further and further until it eventually made its’ way to your core and wrapped itself around it.  

You suddenly couldn’t breathe.  

The air had evaporated before it could reach your desperate lungs.  Replacing it was the icy shock of terror as it consumed every fiber of your being.  In response, your chest began to heave up and down as your body began a hyperventilation process in search of more oxygen.  

“I-I’m too young to die.”  your broken whisper barely penetrated the pathetic whimpers and wheezes your body was also making.  

Out of nowhere, a tiny spark of anger ignited within you.  Anger at who, you did not know. But you felt an unfairness like no other in that moment.  You felt robbed of basic humane rights, such as living your life up till it’s natural and uneventful end.  Why? Why cut your life so short? You never thought of yourself as young but goddammit, you didn’t think your teenage years were enough to be called a ‘full life’.  How heartless were people to look at the youth in the tributes and demand such short lives of potential to be cut even shorter?  

“Dearie, what good would crying do at this point?”  A purring yet somehow also grutal voice called out from behind you, breaking your inner dialogue of misery.  

You turned to face your designer in all her capitol glory.  

Her name fit her in the most pretentious way.  They called her Topaz, and her bronze skin, that was always pressed with expensive Capitol body oils, resembled the characteristics of the infamous gemstone.  To compliment this coco complexion, she often wore gold makeup with green or yellow dresses that flowed behind her tall amazon body. Her black curls were always flowing freely, sometimes with a crown on her head to feed the superiority complex she without a doubt had.  

But today she toned it down for the seriousness of the occasion.  

Her figure-hugging dress was black, as if to attend your pseudo funeral because you sure as hell weren’t getting one after this.  Her curls were tied up into a tight bun to further emphasize her slender and bare face that was free of any noticeable makeup besides and odd golden-glittery lipstick.  

“I know you must be very scared, but we only have a few minutes to get you ready.”  She placed a hand on your shoulder whilst shooting you a soft and barely sympathetic smile that didn’t quite reach those amber orbs of hers.  Then rather roughly, she proceeded to guide you to the table and gestured for you to take your clothes off.  

Such invasion of privacy would be uncustom if she had not waxed your entire naked body and hosed it down the minute you entered the capitol.  

Slowly, you peeled away your casual outfit as Topaz eagerly handed you the tribute one, bit by bit.  

It was awkward, tense and additionally pathetic with the occasional sounds of your sniffles and continuous streaming of tears.  All the while she eyed you with this soulless blank stare that unnerved your already high-strung nerves. You briefly wondered how many times she did this exact ritual.  How many kids from your home district did she watch break down and dress in the clothes they’d eventually be slaughtered in? Did she also smile at them and offer forged empathy, pretending to understand what it was that they were going through in their last moments...as if she wouldn’t return back to some Capitol cafeteria and eat a luxurious brunch whilst watching the bloodbath that would unfold.

Instantly you got a wave of nausea.  

How was it that both you and this woman were both species of the same human race, with beating hearts, souls and brains yet one could turn so corrupt while you ended up with the fate of a mere prey?  Was even a tiny molecule of her guilty for the kids she looked in the eye before sending them to their premature deaths?  

You avoided her gaze with a new sense of disgust and focused on zipping up your jacket.  

“Don’t forget the boots.”  Topaz added before reaching down to grab them and hand them to you.  You took them wordlessly and knelt down to put them on. Whilst you were doing this, your designer apparently felt the need to lighten the dark aura around you with some ‘comforting’ words. “You know Y/n, you’re actually quite lucky that you’re playing this Quell.  No weapons means no bloodbath. The first ten minutes of most games are the deadliest but that can’t really be said with this one. I doubt there’s even going to be a Cornucopia.”  

Oddly enough, this was indeed slightly soothing.  Although you felt very offended that she dare call you ‘lucky’, she did have a point. No weapons meant that there wouldn’t be a race to get them, and the first ones to get their hands on them couldn’t turn and attack the others.  That should at least buy you enough time to slip away and find cover, if no one bigger decides to gang up on you.  

Suddenly you got a flash in your minds’ eye of a certain black-eyed career who made his infatuation with you all too known.

You physically flinched at the prospect of Two getting his hands on you the first thing in the game.  

All you could do was pray that the gamemakers took mercy on you and didn’t station him too close.

Blearily, you stood back up and looked towards the corner of the room to spot the item that would eventually spit you up into the arena.  It was a glass tube, nothing spectacular about it. But you knew the moment you would step in it, the rounded glass doors would envelop shut and trap you in.  You stood there for a minute, staring at it as if your stare could eventually burn right through it if you truly tried.  

But alas you were without luck or fortune.  

“It’s about time, Y/n.”

The ominous words were enough to stop the beating of your heart.  

A pitiful and begging voice began a mantra in your head, ‘I don’t want to die.  I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t wan-’

A nudge was given to your back and successfully shoved you closer to the tube.  Goosebumps raised on the surface of your skin and the instinct to dry heave became too much to bear.  

Topaz continued pushing you further and further, until you were at the edge of the object and a mere inch away from being in it.  Your body had frozen stiff in attempt to plant yourself to the ground, but it sadly wasn’t enough to alter your fate.  

With one more final shove, you were in the tube.  

Topaz was half in and half out of the cylinder, her hands on your shoulders and her chin by your shoulder to whisper her last version of ‘break a leg’.  

“If you win this, I’ll personally buy you a name-brand dress.” You could practically hear her proud smirk as she said this.  “Good luck, hun.”  

The audacity was enough to make you whip around in preparation to slap that smug smile off her face.  Was the need to live not enough motivation? Did she think that hanging an expensive piece of cloth over your head would be the push you needed to survive?  How fucking dare she-

You opened your mouth to holler and even raised a hand, but when you fully turned around the glass doors had enveloped shut and Topaz was on the other side of it, waving ‘bye’ in a content manner.  

Your jaw dropped in horror as you heard an odd ‘whoosh’ sound occur from above you.  

You looked up to see that the roof of the tube had slip open.  

Right above it was the arena��. waiting for you with the utmost promise of lost innocence and bloodshed.  

Your heart and breathing began to accelerate as you felt the pedestal beneath you begin to slowly rise, bringing you closer and closer to the top.  

Closer.

Closer.

And closer.

You clenched your eyes shut and tried to soothe this upcoming panic attack that was looming over the horizon of your sanity.  

You took a deep breath and attempted to rationalize.

Blurry memories of previous games fogged up in your mind like some sort of warning.  Images of shell-shocked tributes in the throes of denial who would stay frozen during the opening of the game, unable to fully process their situation….they were usually the first to go.  

You couldn’t let that happen to you.  

‘Calm down, the first minutes of the game are detrimental.  If you freak out now and stall, you’ll miss your chance to escape.’  You thought to yourself.

As awful as it was, you were in this game for better or worse.  No time could be saved for moping, survival mode had to be switched on now or never.  From here on out, you would have to think like an animal and solely focus on methods to outrun the predators.  Humanity had to be abandoned.  

The pedestal stopped rising, letting you know that you were now fully in the arena.  

You swallowed, whether it was to help your mouth that suddenly gone dry or to keep the bile at bay you did not know.  

The temperature around you was cool, yet also somehow humid and damp. Your nose took in a voluntary sniff and discovered a scent of must, earth and...mold?  

You opened your eyes to behold the 100th Annual Hunger Games arena.

You were underground, all around you were gigantic rocky caverns.  It was similar to a dome, except the walls in which you were enveloped were ridgy and a hundred feet high.  There was also smaller tunnels at the edges of the arenas’ center in which the tributes were located. They were so huge and abyssal that one felt like an ant standing in the middle of it all.  Everything was dark due to no natural lighting beyond the small cracks in the rocks above that allowed very little sun to seep through.

You looked around in awe.  

The arena was a series of underground caves.  

You would’ve preferred a forest or a jungle.  At least then there would be more chances for food and water.  But you supposed you should’ve been grateful that it wasn’t an arctic habitat or a desert one.  

You quickly turned your attention to the other tributes.  

As custom, you were all aligned in a giant circle.  The closest kids to you were still ten or so feet away.  You noted with relief that you couldn’t make out Jungkook anywhere near you.  But to be fair, it was hard to make out anyone in such dim lighting. But from what you could tell it was the boy from Four and the girl from Nine stationed on either side of you.  

Unlike any other games, there wasn’t a Cornucopia to behold.  

All you could see was an orange, hologram number ‘10’ floating about 50 feet in the center of the circle of tributes.  

A robotic voice thundered the arena with a chilling, “Welcome to the 100th annual Hunger Games.  May the odds be ever in your favor. We begin in 10…”

The holdram morphed into a 9 to symbolize the beginning of a countdown.

“9.”

“8.”

“7.”

“6.”

“5.”

“4.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

The sound of a cannon shot through the silence as the hologram instantly depleted into nothingness.  The sound so chilling, especially when you know that the cannon would be the first of many.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you flew off of your pedestal like a bat out of hell.  

You threw your body in the opposite direction of the circle, rushing outwards in hopes to seek cover in one of the smaller tunnels and worm your way far from all the other tributes

You heard yelling and the sounds of wrestling or tussling, but you refused to look back to witness the unraveling of any tribute-on-tribute amicability.  You briefly just hoped that Chenle and Taehyung were agile enough to get away without any trouble.  

Your boots hitting the rocky ground was the only sensation you allowed yourself to focus on, along with the sight of a medium sized cavern that you had your sights set on and were running towards.  Your heart was beating so fast it would’ve been a medical mystery how it didn’t burst out of your chest, but you only had one instinct to escape. If luck was on your side, the tunnel wouldn’t be a dead end and could eventually lead you into another one.  

You were about 15 feet away from entering the cave when something caught around your ankle, causing you to fall face first with your arms barely coming out in time to catch the brunt of the fall.  When you were fully on the ground, something heavy and strong began to straddle your hips, successfully pinning you down.  

You looked up to see the boy from Four.

He smirked down at you, his sun kissed skin glowing eerily in the dim lighting of the cave.  

You didn’t know if he was a career or not, but he was a strong tribute that scored well during the personal assessment and wasn’t one to be messed with. You don’t recall doing anything to offend 4, so to say you were confused would be an understatement. The way he glared down at you was terrifying and implied some sort of personal vendetta.  

“Get that scared shitless look off your face, doll.  I’m not gonna hurt you.” He laughed humorlessly in response to your pathetic squirms.  “You see, Two demanded that we try to get you first thing in this game. You’re kinda my meal ticket into that career alliance.”

Your heart only raced faster, finding no assurance in his promise to not hurt you.  

Fuck, he was one of Jungkook’s little foot soldiers and was planning to use you as some sort of trading piece.  You now felt so foolish for assuming that Jungkook would be your only problem, his allies would be gunning you down as well.  

You began to thrash wildly out of fear, desperate to get him off you knowing that his plans would lead to a fate worse than death.  Panicking, you began to plead for your freedom. “Please, you don’t understand! Jungkook is lying! There’s nothing going on between us!”  

Four just stared down at you blankly before rolling his dark eyes and pinning your arms above your head.  

You suddenly went limp as tears began to stream down your face.  You looked around you and saw that most if not all tributes were making a mad dash to the hidden caves, no one stopping to help you or pay you any mind in favor of saving their own asses.  

Four was huge and if he didn’t want you to get up, then you weren’t getting up. You had a better chance of melting into the very ground beneath you than fighting him off.  

The tanned boy smiled in response to your now powerless form, all too grateful to see your cooperation and lack of hope.  “There’s a good girl. Now-”

A loud ‘crack’ sounded, prematurely cutting him off.  

Four’s eyes suddenly rolled into the back of his head before his entire body slumped forward.  

A black haired, tall, pale but sturdy boy stood behind Four.  He was holding up a rock and you concluded fairly quickly that it was he who smashed it into the back of four’s head.  Your lungs began to hyperventilate, not knowing if he was going to use that same rock to bash your head in next. His dark eyes drank you in, noting your panic and seeming to scoff at the display, oddly unimpressed by it.  The boy then dropped the make-shift weapon before breaking into a sprint.  

As he passed you, he yelled one thing.  “Run, you idiot!”  

Those were apparently the magic words you needed to hear.  They snapped you into action as you hurriedly scrambled out from underneath Four’s heavy but unconscious form to continue your journey into the tunnel.  

One thought stayed with you all the while, long after you made it into the dark, empty but safe cave.  

Why did 12 bother saving you?   --

Part two

“Every time that cannon goes off, it’s music to my ears.  I don’t care about any of them.” -Finnick Odair, Victor of 65th Annual Hunger Games.  

The cave was very small, you found it after running into a large tunnel, taking multiple random turns and searching very hard to find a hidden little hole that was closed off by some large boulders.  It was so tiny that one had to army-crawl to get in, but you liked it that way.  This meant that you weren’t out in the open, that you were so well hidden that tributes would walk past it without knowing you were even there.  

It was a cramped but perfect little hide-out, you barely had enough space to cross your legs and rest against the wall but you didn’t mind.  At least you felt safe.  So thus you sat in pitch-black darkness and listened closely to the sounds of your breathing echoing back to you in the intimate little spot you now called home.  

You closed your eyes and tried to focus on calming down.  

The adrenaline was still running through you like some sort of drug, the hairs on your arms stood stubbornly and your chest continued to heave up and down with a sense of pending doom.  Your body wasn’t allowing you to relax, somehow still expecting a surprise attack and not wishing to fully give into tranquility.  You had to pull a mind over matter and trick yourself into not having another anxiety attack, which is very hard to do in the middle of an arena.  

If your sense of time was correct, the game had been on for about 20-30 minutes.  

Meaning, the canons were scheduled to go off any minute now.   Usually after people scrambled from the bloodbath and the careers did their killing, the gamemakers would sound off all the canons at once.  This only happens on the first day though, after the first day the canons would trigger instantly when someone dies. But since most deaths occurred on the first day and happened all in quick succession during the bloodbath, it suited both the tributes and viewers well to count the canons after everything had calmed down.  

As if reading your mind, a booming sound pierced the fragile blanket of silence.

The sound was thundering and vibrated the entire arena, or maybe it was just your mind that perceived it that way due to your current circumstances.  Nonetheless, it was terrifying.  Especially when one keeps in mind that one cannon symbolizes one childs’ life cut short.  

They began to trigger, one by one.

“One.”  You counted to yourself.  “Two.  Three.  Four.  Five.  Six.”  

The series of cannons suddenly halted and bled into another irksome silence.  

Six…

Six lives lost just a meer half hour ago.  

Six lives that could’ve been you….but weren’t.  

A montage of all the tributes suddenly ran through your head, taunting you as you couldn’t help the famished hunger to know who died that burned through your chest.  Was it Taehyung?  Was it Chenle?  Did the boy from Four survive the blow to the head?  Did ‘god’ really answer your prayers and killed some of the career pack?  Maybe even, dare you say it, Jungkook himself?

Your heart raced faster as you shook your head, not liking where your train of thought was going and the added affect it had on your body.  Your attempted to rationalize with yourself, you could wait until tonight to see the faces of the fallen tributes via the hologram update that happened every night.  You would just have to wait until then, you wouldn’t be doing yourself any favors by going crazy with worry now.  

Instead you decided to do some mental math.  Twenty four minus six equates to eighteen 

Eighteen kids were still alive.  One of which was you.  You now had a 1/18th chance of making it out of here.

The feeling was bittersweet.  Because although each trigger of the cannon represented a life lost, it also meant you were that much closer to the end and possibly being the last one to survive.  Maybe you should shift your mentality to one of pessimistic idealism?  Perhaps the key to getting through this was by seeing the good in the bad.  Yes, every death was awful and you’d never condone it.  But, if they were dead anyway then what’s the harm in trying to take their demises as well as possible?  It was always best to think positively, right?  That’s probably how past victors thought, given the mental stability was just as important as the physical stability.  

You remember past games where tributes lost their minds.  One boy from Six even went crazy and started eating the corpses of other dead tributes.  You couldn’t eat meat for a week after watching that. A girl from Eight once went loopy from the freezing cold arena and stripped her clothes off before breaking out in song and dance.  There was also a really old game, probably one of the first ten games, where the arena was a desert and there was no water, you vividly recalled watching a young kid of probably 12 or 13 cut himself just for the sake of lapping up the warm blood.  

You couldn’t allow yourself to fall into that-

Wait, what were you thinking?  

What was wrong with you?  You’d only been in this arena for an hour or so and were already allowing your morals to be compromised if it could buy you some cheap peace of mind.  Of course every death was depressing, no one deserved to play in this game! What was wrong with you?  Why were you almost relieved that kids were dying and putting your chances into a better perspective?

Maybe you and the careers weren’t so different after all….

This conclusion was so bone-chilling and vile that you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your lips.  

You quickly concluded that pondering was no longer for you.

Another rule you’d have to adapt; your mind can be your worst enemy in here, best not get lost in your thoughts.  

You suddenly felt awfully exhausted.  Not a type of tired where you’ve been up for a little too long or had just done a tedious amount of physical work, but a type of tired where you simply no longer wanted to be conscious or aware.  Your body felt somehow extremely light but heavy at the same time, your eyelids drooping in insistence for some shut eye.  

But you couldn’t fall asleep just yet.  

If you fell asleep now, then there was a chance that you would miss the fallen tributes segment.  You needed to stay up, if only just to find out if Chenle, Taehyung and Jungkook were still out there.  

For the next few hours, you just sat there.  Blankly staring at nothing and trying to busy yourself with dumb little songs or riddles that you allowed to occupy your mind for the time being.  You never thought you would say this; but when you weren’t fighting for your life and clawing for survival, the games could be rather boring.  It was a ridiculous notion- to be bored in this very vital time period where your life is a stake with every waking moment you spend in this arena.  But it was the truth, there was nothing to do.  

Until, something abruptly halted your colorless daydreams.  

You didn’t know how to describe it.  And to be honest, you felt it more than you heard it.  

The ground beneath you suddenly began to shake with such intense ferocity that you couldn’t help but wonder if it was an earthquake.  Then your ears picked up on the noise; and what awful sounds they were.  

First, it was like a crash that never stopped.  A sudden falling of countless heavy objects, most likely rocks or boulders given the habitat.  It sounded as if they just kept raining down, their heavy mass hurling upon the ground and striking anyone in it’s way.  

Next, the screams followed.  

They were tortured and pained hollers that echoed down the tunnels and vibrated the air around you.  You heard both male and female voices, crying in agony and begging for help in what you could assess was a little less than 20 yards away.  

Your body began to shake as you cupped a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out.  

You were hearing the last wails of young kids who were surely going to die.  

Boiling hot tears streamed down your cheeks in realization on what must’ve happened.  

But, did you dare wander out of your safe cocoon to investigate?  

It wasn’t the smartest choice, but what if one of those desperate shouts belonged to Taehyung or even Chenle?  

With that concerning thought, you were hastily crawling out of your little hideout with little regard for your own safety.  

Once you were out of your miniature cave, you hurriedly snapped your head side to side to see that the tunnel was void of any other tributes.  Knowing you had very little time, you broke into a sprint and followed the direction of the screams.  

As you ran through the dim and mossy cave, you only had one thought running through your mind.  

‘Please don’t let it be them.’  you prayed.  

When you finally reached the site of such mayhem, your stride completely stopped as you lost all strength in your legs due to utter shock.  

You fell to your knees and gagged, the luxurious breakfast you had in the Capitol was seeping its’ way upwards and threatening to make you vomit.  

The sight in front of you was…. grotesque.  

One of the caves had given out and collapsed.

And in result, tributes were crushed.  

Their mangled bodies were twisted inhumanely under such hefty rocks that were now stained ruby red with their blood.  Some of the tributes had eyes budging out of their sockets, along with their tongues due to the numerous amount of pressure that was weighing down on them.  You only saw two bodies, but you heard choked screams of some others that were out of sight.  

But all those cries were ignored by you, your focus solely on one body that was also pinned beneath such monstrous boulders.  

His eyes were shut, face peaceful yet blank and body limp as if boneless.

He almost looked like he was sleeping….but the puddle of blood that dripped from his mouth and onto the ground told you everything you needed to know.  

And if that didn’t, then the cannon that sounded sure did.

Taehyung was gone.  

--

Part Three

“He wasn’t much but...he was from home.”  -Johanna Mason, Victor of 71st Annual Hunger Games.  

You didn’t know how long you’ve been crying.  

But from the way your eyes were practically swollen shut, head pounding ruthlessly and throat dry and scratchy in result of your numerous groans of grief, you could conclude that you must’ve carried out this sob fest for at least a couple hours now.  

The scene of your distract mates’ death was stained to the back of your eyelids, greeting you with gory misery everytime you so much as blinked.  This would obviously cause another round of cries from you and thus began a never-ending cycle.  

Taehyung was dead.

But not just any type of dead.  He was crushed to death and most likely suffered through every single pound of rock that slowly sucked the life out of him.  His body was squished so brutally, as if he was nothing but a small insect for the gamemakers to step on.  

Somehow the nature of his death offended you beyond belief.  

Taehyung wasn’t a loud or overly-sweet person, but he deserved more than to have his life ended like that.  He was quiet, but you knew that beneath his silence lingered a remarkable intelligence and code of honor.  His face was always wearing an aloof expression, but that’s just due to his guarded nature and unwillingness to let anyone see his weaknesses.  He wasn’t the closest to you, but the way he helped you with Jungkook showed his true nature- he had the protective instinct for you that you’d assume an older brother might have.  

Something about his end just didn’t sit right with you.  

Taehyung was gold-skinned from hours upon hours out in the sun, hands calloused from rough labor, he was tall enough to have to peer down at almost everyone he spoke to, body lean but sturdy and voice so deep and grutal that you couldn’t even picture how he must’ve sounded as a pubescent boy.  Taehyung was such a strong figure worthy of respect in your eyes.  

So to see him pale, limp, lifeless and under thousands of pounds worth of debris and rock was….unnerving to say the least.  

How the mighty have fallen.

After you saw Taehyung, you had cried for a minute before vomiting up your breakfast, being unable to stomach the sight and ultimately losing the battle with your stomach.  You were tempted to stay with your District mate until the very end, to wait by his side until the ship would take his body, but the pained groans and cries had seemed to attract other tributes to that area as well.  

You had heard footsteps echo from the tunnel opposite of the scene, across from where you sat next to the corpse of Taehyung.  

It sounded like a group of people, you couldn’t make their words out properly but they sounded curious and were confidently jogging closer and closer to the disaster.  

Somehow you just knew that it was the careers.  

You felt conflicted; you wanted to stay with your counterpart until the very end, but there was only one person in this game who terrified you to your very core.  

District Two’s Jungkook.  

Otherwise known as the head of the career pact.  

And if he spotted you…

Your flight or fight instincts took over.  

You had rushed towards Taehyung and hastily pressed your lips against his forehead, trying not to cringe at how ice-cold his skin was.  

You whispered one thing to him, logically aware that he couldn’t hear it but wishing that his greater conscious would.  

“I’m sorry.”  

Then like that, you quickly turned around and ran as fast as you could back to your little-hide out.  

And here you were hours later; huddled up in your little hole whilst still shaken and miserable.  

One could argue that it was ridiculous to be so sad about his death, given you could count on both hands how many conversations you had with him.  But it was not for someone else to understand; the feeling of losing the one person who originated from the same place as you.  Everyone else in this arena was just a bunch of faceless threats from places beyond your knowing.  Taehyung was the last piece of home you had left, the last person you could fully relate to and to have him ripped away from you so soon...you felt robbed and alienated.

Your last goodbye to him suddenly entered your mind.

You didn’t know what you were sorry to Taehyung for, but you just felt like you needed to say it in that moment.  Maybe you were guilty that you didn’t try harder to become his ally and team up in the arena.  Or maybe you were just sorry that his end had to be like that, that you didn’t get to him sooner. Perhaps even being sorry that you couldn’t stay with his body like you had wanted to.

Yet maybe it was a good thing that he died on the first day.  Some might even say that those who died first were the luckiest...they wouldn’t have the torture of carrying on the game for days on end.  

This stream of thought was prematurely cut short when the Capitols’ anthem suddenly began to echo inside the caves.

You were dreading seeing Taehyung’s face splayed up as a fallen tribute for everyone to see, but you had no choice but to watch and get a full count of who was left.  Reluctantly, you crawled out of your hole so that just your upper half was out, peeking out like a turtle in case there was any other tributes.  

You quickly found the segment projected onto the ridgy walls of the rocky caverns.  Right now it was just the bright blue symbol of the capitol as the trumpets and drums continued to play.  You braced yourself, held your breath and waited...and waited...and waited.  But eventually the anthem just faded out as the symbol remained.  

Your face scrunched up in confusion.  

Had the fallen tributes segment glitched?  Why hadn’t any faces been displayed?  

Out of nowhere, a smooth and deep voice purred over the unseen speakers, almost startling you back into your ‘shell’.  

“Why, I see so many befuddled expressions out there.”  

A gleeful chuckle followed.  

Your eyes widened as you recognized who was speaking to all the tributes.  The only person allowed to make announcements was the one and only head game maker.  And when the head game maker went out of his way to speak to the tributes...well, it was never a good sign.  

“As part of the twist of the Quarter Quell, the gamemakers have decided that knowing your enemy is a huge advantage.  It can be argued that it’s rather generous of the Capitol to allow you such luxury of seeing the fallen every night.”  A brief pause.  “We then wondered how you all would fare if you didn’t know who was alive and who was dead.  So for the first time ever, the fallen tribute tradition has been temporarily...suspended.”  

Your jaw dropped as you slowly but surely realized what was happening.  

They couldn’t, could they?

“Instead, every night we will display a number.  This number will represent how many tributes are still alive.”

Reacting to his words, the capitol’s symbol instantly morphed into a giant number ‘14’.  

The head game maker let out a thoughtful hum.  “Fourteen of you left. Interesting… may the odds be ever in your favor, one out of fourteen isn’t a bad shot when you really think about it.”  The statement shook you to your core, the makers’ soothing and accented voice saying those words was somehow too real for you to handle.  He finally concluded the announcement with one more farewell, a smile being heard in his voice as he finished it all off with a simple; “Goodnight.”  

The display depleted back into nothingness as the speakers cut out with a definite ‘click’.  

If the goal of such announcement was to taunt and rile the tributes, then they achieved this goal rather well.  

A burning itch of irritation bubbled under your skin, your face burning bright red and a random desire to yell out curses to the gamemakers overtook your mind in that very moment.  The audacity to not tell the tributes beforehand, the slimey pettiness to rub it in their faces via an announcement and the offensive “one in fourteen” comment was all too much for you to bear.  You weren’t a violent person by any means, but if given the chance you’d probably bash the head gamemakers’ face in.

You weren’t naive.  

You knew what they were doing.  

This wasn’t planned until later, because if it was part of the original agenda; the tributes would’ve been briefed on it so they could strategize accordingly.  The game makers decided on this later, most likely because they thought it would make better ratings or quicken some tribute-on-tribute story lines.  

But what could’ve made them pull the trigger on something like this-

No way.  

A horrid epiphany struck you as the gears in your aching and groggy mind began to turn.  

Who was the most beloved tribute of this game so far?  

Two.

What was said tribute most vocal about during his interview?  

You.

And who did district four try to obtain you for?

Him.

During his interview it was obvious how wrapped around his finger he had the viewers.  It wasn’t a far stretch to assume that most if not all of the Capitol truly bought into his one-sided romance propaganda.  So, if you were an average viewer of the games and saw that you and Jungkook weren’t together... then maybe it truly would be more entertaining to not have you two know if the other is alive or not.  Did they want to see the ‘secret lovers’ break not knowing if their soulmate was okay or dead?  

On top of that, you could only assume that many tributes were also separated from their District counterparts and were understandably concerned about their partner’s fate.  This was, regrettably, the perfect way to get in their heads and could even be traced back to the quell’s theme of ‘no support system.’  

You hated how evilly brilliant it all was.  

Although it didn’t seem like much, the paranoia didn’t take long to seep in.  Was Chenle still alive?  Did the boy from Twelve make it out?  And most importantly; was Jungkook still out there...looking for you?

Instinctively you crawled back into your little shelter, as if just thinking about him would magically make him materialize in front of you.  

You instead refocused your mind onto the number displayed just seconds before.  

14 people were still alive.  

Earlier, you had counted six cannons.  Which means four people would’ve had to died during the cave collapse, although you didn’t spot every single corpse in favor of mourning over Taehyungs’ specifically.  So all in all, ten children died today.  This left a little more than half of the original tributes left.  

Out of nowhere, the bleak yet bittersweet feeling spiked within you once again.   It was hard to feel any good about the short lives that were ended unfairly, yet if the games kept going at this pace then the whole nightmare showed signs of being be over sooner rather than later.  This thought lead into another question; how come so many died today?  

Natural diasters weren’t uncommon and they were obviously simulations created by the gamemakers.  They usually happened within the second half of the games though, when deaths were slowing down and the viewing experience became a little too boring for the Capitols’ taste.  So how come they chose to start off with a disaster right away?  

It was terrifying and worth concern for everyone, especially when considering that tributes could do nothing to combat them if the gamemakers just chose to have a volcano erupt near you or something like that.  When you think about it, anyone could’ve been in Taehyung’s place.  It was just a matter of being at the right place at the right time.  Luck was a bigger theme than odds were.  How hypocritical of them to say may the odds be in our favor when they’re the ones constantly manipulating them against us?  

You sighed and tried to rest comfortably against the wall of your little cave.  

You decided to just conclude that they must’ve made the cave collapse to make up for the lack of blood bath deaths.  It was the only explanation that made sense.  In other games with a Cornucopia and weapons, so much as 10 or 13 tributes would die trying to obtain supplies.  Obviously this couldn’t have been done with no weapons to fight over and most tributes just scattering away this time.  The gamemakers must’ve brainstormed other ways to up the death count and decided on collapsing part of the arena.  

You just hoped that tomorrow would be more bearable than today was.  

You hugged your jacket closer to your from after zipping it all the way up and buttoning it for good measure.  You didn’t know much about caves, but you figured that they most likely got really cold at night.  

You were weary with exhaustion, all the running and crying had drained a significant amount of energy from you.  Part of you wanted to stay up all night and be on the lookout for any other tributes, but it wouldn’t be realistic nor smart to begin a cycle of sleep deprivation this early in the game.  You would have to set your paranoia aside for some much needed rest.

You allowed your eyelids to fall as you tried to steady your breathing.  

A few minutes passed and the ever comforting rem cycle was not too far away from you, yet your nose suddenly twitched at a foreign smell, bringing you out of the lulling state.  

A gentle yet heavy scent of lavender and cinnamon overpowered your senses, startling you and causing you to open your eyes to investigate.  

You couldn’t see anything due to how dark it was in your hide-out, but the aura was only growing more and more potent every passing second.  Weirdly enough, your body was growing limp and relaxed although your mind was panicking and racing for some sort of explanation.  

You cupped a hand over your mouth and nose, suspecting that this odd fragrance was the cause.  

You hurriedly tried to crawl out of your nook, the task being difficult with just one hand available to you.  But when you finally made it out, you saw what was truly occurring.  

You felt like a bucket of ice was dropped onto you as you quickly caught onto what was happening.

The barren tunnel was seeping out some sort of fog-like gas.  It was artificially purple and smelled sickly sweet, almost enough to make you gag.  You mentally cursed the gamemakers before holding your breath and making a mad dash in the opposite direction of the gas.  

It must’ve been poisonous to anyone who breathed it in.  Why else would it be here?

You kept running and running, trying to ignore the burning of your lungs knowing that any breath you take will most likely be your last if you didn’t get away from the fog.  

But the gas was gaining ground at an alarming rate, almost biting at the back of your ankles with how close it was.  

Your eyes welled up with tears as your face grew blue due to how long you starved yourself from oxygen.  

You spotted another cave a few yards away and pushed yourself to it, knowing it was your only hope of escaping.  But when you entered it, you let out a frustrated scream at what was there to welcome you; more gas.  

It was attacking you from every direction and you were unable to hold your breath any longer.  

Your eyelids grew droopy as you fell to your knees.  

Was this the end?  

Black spots entered your vision, growing in size until you couldn’t see anything else.  

Your body fell over and the last sound you faintly remember was the triggering of a cannon.  

--

Part Three

“No!  I can still do this!  I can still do this.  One more kill.  It’s the only thing I know how to do.  Bring pride to my district…. Not that it matters.”  -Cato Porcious, fallen tribute of 74th Annual Hunger Games.  

Jungkook didn’t know what to feel when he first woke up to the second day of the 100th annual Hunger Games.  

First, he felt relief.  

He thought for sure that the violet gas of last night had taken him out for good.  

But then, he felt confusion.  

It took only a few seconds for him to process these emotions, study his surroundings, then jump up to his feet in bewilderment.  

In all his years of watching the games and preparing to one day play himself, he never could have anticipated this.

His jaw dropped as he slowly swiveled his head around in order to fully observe what had happened during his rest last night.

The arena….it changed.

It was hardly believable and didn’t make a lick of sense, but there was no doubt about it.  The musty and dark caves no longer encased them. Instead, Jungkook and his allies were lying in the middle of an abandoned street that was surrounded by tall yet barren buildings.  

It looked to be a city, or at least it was at one point.

The metropolitan area had endured lots of damage, some buildings even looked as though they have been bombed at some point.  There were loose bricks and concrete debris spread everywhere; dust, dirt and shards of glass caking lots of surface.  The skyline above was gray and cloudy, an odd film of brown stained the horizon in what must’ve been a pseudo pollution detail.  

It was a massive dystopian city.

“What the hell?”  

The groggy yet deep voice of the boy from One interrupted Jungkook’s silent awe, causing him to snap his attention back to his allies.  

They were just waking up, although Chanyeol seemed to have the head start as he was already sat up and studying what had become of the underground cave system with eyes of exasperated wonder.  For a moment the two were silent, waiting until Joy and Jeongyeon fully awoke and also realized the situation they were in.  

“Well,”  Jeongyeon stretched her arms above her head and yawned leisurely, somehow totally causal despite the giant revelation that just collectively went off in their heads.  Jungkook could never tell if she was genuinely as friendly and aloof as she acted, or if she was just that good at putting on a show for the viewers.  “at least now we know that the purple stuff wasn’t deadly.  Probably was just used to knock us out.”  

Jungkook rolled his eyes and refrained from scolding her for pointing out the obvious.  He routinely wondered to himself if he had the patience of a saint for putting up with District One’s peacock ways.  Their thirst for screen time would’ve been laughable if it weren’t for Jungkook’s high strung nerves that made him more irritable than usual.  

Luckily, Joy also saw the comment as stupid and had no trouble pointing that out.  “No shit, bimbo.”  

Jeongyeon frowned at this, still not used to Twos’ blunt and borderline mean nature.  She turned to her counterpart in search of back up, but the tired oaf of a teen just offered her a shrug and stood up for a morning stretch of those long legs of his.  

“How is this even possible?”  Jungkook murmured to himself, still trying to piece together all the logistics of how the gamemakers did something as drastic as changed the arena with all the tributes unconscious.  

“I don’t know man.  Who are we to question their high-end shit?  They probably just built all this stuff around us.”  Chanyeol said, overhearing Jungkook and budding in as was his custom.  

Jungkook scowled and tried his hardest to swallow down the hellish tick that crawled up the back of his neck.  

Now, he never thought that the games would be a cake walk per say.  Even the strongest of victors had to go through some pretty odd and seemingly unbearable circumstances to win.  Jungkook just assumed that he was capable enough to put up with any shit the gamemakers tossed his way; and it shouldn’t be a lot given he played into their little game and charmed his way into the forefront of the viewers’ minds.  But he guessed he could finally conclude that he underestimated just how difficult they were going to make this Quell.  

It was hard enough to attempt to track you down in the series of underground caves, how the hell was Jungkook going to find you if the very arena changed every single day?  

He felt his eye twitch on its’ own accord as he scanned every single building that stood proud in the doomsday skyline, knowing that there was no possible way he could search through every single one in his journey to find you.  

If you were alive.

14 tributes remained but no one said you were one of them.

His face darkened.  

How foolish had he been to assume that the gamemakers would just give him his love?  They were going to use you like bait, reeling him in and making him jump through hoops as if he was a dog yearning for a treat.  But to be fair, his pride was reduced to that of a dogs’ when it came to you.  

Joy took notice of her counterpart’s gloomy mood.  She licked her dry lips before commenting on it from her criss crossed position on the vacant road. “What’s your problem, loverboy?  Shouldn’t you be happy we’re not dead?”  

The rest of the career pack turned to their ‘leader’ who currently had his back turned towards them.  It was a bold move to taunt Two’s infatuation for you by calling him such nickname, but Joy was just a bold person in general.  It has yet to be said if Jungkook held a soft spot for her by allowing her passes to say such things, or if he was just waiting for the right time to bash her head in.  

“Of course it’s good we’re not dead.  But this twist is going to make everything so much harder.”  Jungkook bluntly responded, pretending to not notice the subtle jab.

Joy snorted.  “You mean it’s gonna make everything harder to find Ten.”  

Jungkook’s sudden silence only made her laugh harder.  

“Yeah, about that…”  Chanyeol trailed off, wondering if now would be a good time to ask the unknown.  “What is going on with you and the girl from Ten?  Why are we looking for her?”  

“She’s mine.”  The reply was short and brutal on Two’s part, shutting down any further inquiries as if he believed that any elaboration would be wasted on such fools.

Joy’s snorts only got louder as she eventually rolled over, clutching her stomach in delirium.  

“Like your girlfriend or something?  I thought the whole thing was an act.”  Jeongyeon scratched her head in confusion, how the hell would two tributes get into an exclusive relationship in the week before the games?  

“Or are you trying to track her down and fuck her?  I heard that the kids from Districts like that stay virgins till marriage.”  Chanyeol conversed, it wasn’t totally unknown for tributes to try to get their rocks off before or even during the games.  Lots of kids didn’t want to die virgins and found the solution within each other.  Of course, this never blossomed into a real romance given there could be only one victor.  Survival outlasted all other primal instincts.  

Jungkook suddenly found himself wondering if it was too late to become a lone wolf in this game.  District One was proving to be as dumb as ever and his own counterpart wasn’t helping matters in the slightest.  

The brute of a teen opened his mouth to spit out a retort, but quickly closed it when he realized he didn’t even know what to say.

The thing was; Jungkook didn’t feel the need to explain shit to anyone.  It wasn’t for them to understand.  Hell, even if he tried there was no possible way he could properly describe it... much less get them to understand.  

“Everyone shut up!  We need to get moving.  There’s still nine other tributes out there that we have to kill.”  Jungkook ordered, smirking in slight satisfaction when they all immediately stood up and got ready at the metaphorical snap of his fingers.  

The next two hours of the day consisted of the pack roaming the ruined streets of the city, silent and on high alert for any other tributes unlucky enough to come across the blood thirsty four. The only sounds to be heard was the light ‘crunch’ of the debris under their combat boots that resulted with every step they took.   What also followed them was an odd chemical smell that appeared to loom in every crevice of the city; a burning rubber scent that caused a scrunch of ones’ nose.  Jeongyeon voiced her concern for it being radioactive, but the three just shrugged, it’s not like they could do anything about it even if they wanted to.  

As the morning faded away to be replaced with the afternoon,  it became barringly obvious that all other weaker tributes would be spared given the careers had yet to spot a single soul.  This lack of action mixed in with hunger and thirst spiked tensions.  Soon enough Joy halted her steps in favor of plopping down on what looked to be a curb, pouting up up at Jungkook in bratty refusal to move any further.  

The pack halted and set their gaze on her.  

Two pairs of eyes peered confused, while the last pair glared ruthlessly.

“The games is more than just killing other people, Kook.  We need to survive too.  If we don’t find food or water soon, we won’t even be able to overpower others.”  Joy complained loudly, rubbing her sore ankles as if to prove her point.

Jungkook let out a low growl under his breath, wiping the sweat away from his forehead while trying to remind himself that he was on camera at all times.  

‘Don’t blow up, don’t blow up, don’t blow up’

“Joy might be onto something.  God only knows what arena we’ll wake up in tomorrow.  The only food we could get from the caves were insects and algae, we should search through these buildings for any scraps.”  Chanyeol attempted to be the voice of reason, without a doubt catching on to the fight that loomed in the near future if Joy and Jungkook didn’t get on the same page quickly.  

“I need to find her.”  This was said through gritted teeth, Jungkook’s patience being worn too thin to play the amicable act any longer.  

“Why must everyone suffer for the sake of your obsession?!” Joy scoffed, irritated that some mute country girl from Ten was being placed as priority one over her well-being.  

Jungkook felt his brow tick.  The familiar burning itch of a fury only infatuated men could understand graced his sensations once again.  The fact that your importance was being questioned was almost blasphemous to Jungkook.  Were they blind?  Of course the first objective had to be you, everyone else was just mere distractions getting in the way of his goal.   He was the big dog in this game, the undeniable winner and if his fellow “allies” knew what was good for them then they’d play along to his plan.  

“Joy, get up.”  Jungkook licked his lips before continuing in a bleak voice; “I won’t ask again.”

Joy rolled her raven eyes and stood up, taking one step forward towards the pseudo leader with a snarl-like expression twisting up the usually pretty features of her face.  “Like hell I’ll follow you! If you’re willing to place some random girl over your allies then maybe we need a new change in leadership.”  

Jungkook could practically feel the unseen cameras zoom in on the scene. The viewers most likely gasping in shock or clutching their pearls with excitement at the power dynamic impasse that the most powerful alliance in the game was facing.

It was silent for a moment, Jungkook boring his ruthless eyes into hers as if to give her a second chance to step down in submission.  

But she never did.  

Instead she looked at the pair from One, whom for once looked rather uncomfortable, and called out in a smug grin; “I’m sure you guys are thinking it too.  Is it irrational for me to question the head of our pack when he values a random girl over our lives?”

Neither Chanyeol nor Jeogyeon answered, instead they both avoided eye contact.  

Jungkook let out a humorless chuckle at her failure to sway a rally against him.  

Now, it was his turn.  

“Joy I’ve been nothing but lenient with you because we’re from the same District and two heads are better than one.  But if I have to strangle that pretty little neck of yours until your face is blue and that cannon goes off, then I will.” Jungkook’s voice was emotionless and barren, as if he was simply reciting lines and not truly expressing his inner most thoughts.  The only reaction to be seen from him was the slight smirk he had when he witnessed Joy’s proud expression drop into a look of doom.  

He continued, “In fact, I don’t owe anyone here anything.  If I truly wanted to I could kill all three of you and not even feel a lick of remorse.  I could rid myself of liabilities and dead weight to further myself in the game.  This alliance is hindering my full potential.  It is me who shows you mercy, keep that in mind with every waking second of your life in this game.”

Joy took a step back whilst Jungkook took one forward.  

“You all saw what I did to Four.  I’m not above killing other careers if they get in my way.”  

“Kook-”

Jungkook raised his hand and silenced her with a harsh backhand to the face. The speed of the action was so quick that the only way Chanyeol and Jeogyeon even realized what had happened was the echoing sound of the hit and the response of Joy cradling the left side of her now redden face.  

Jungkook wasn’t finished either.  

In fact, he seemed all too proud to make an example out of his very own district mate.  

He snatched her hair and dragged her to the ground, forcing her into a crouched position as he lifted his knee to jut her in the stomach.  

She let out a tortured scream at the pain, looking at her other allies for aid only to cry at the realization that she was alone to face his wrath.  

She stared up at the monster of a man, pleading to spot some remains of mercy expected of rational humans.  

But his orbs were empty of any emotion other than pure hatred.  

Jungkook raised a clenched fist once again as Joy screamed.  

--

Part Four

"You know, they're not the only ones who can form alliances" - Victor Katniss Everdeen to Rue Culler in 74th Annual Hunger Games.  

It was the third day of the games.  

You awoke to a feeling of sticky humidity clinging onto your skin.  It was only when you managed to tear your swollen eyes open and sit your weakened body up did you finally discover what hell awaited you that day.

It was a jungle, an awful hot and loud one that was crawling with various types of animals far beyond your understanding.  This was evident in the different sounds you heard echo amongst the trees and bushes; monkeys, birds, frogs and god knows what else.  All the plants around you were vibrant and bursting with colors, practically stunning your tired retinas with the intensity of the shades.  

Perhaps if you felt better you would’ve taken a moment to observe the strange and foreign land that you’d never get to experience again, but the third day was already proving to be the biggest hurdle to overcome.  

The lack of food and water was finally taking its’ toll on your body.  

Your stomach was persistently growling and your lips were so cracked and dried that you’d routinely have to lick off blood from them.  Your esophagus burned due to the scratchy lack of moisture while your cranium pounded ruthlessly.  Even as you got up to stand, you managed to stagger as if half of your strength had magically depleted overnight.  

If you didn’t find food or water soon then you were as good as dead.  

As you took off your wind breaker to tie it around your waist in attempt to adapt to the sudden climate change, you began to ponder possible ways to obtain food and water.  Luckily this new arena was filled to the brim with animals that you could hunt and consume.  Although eating possible insects or exotic pests wasn’t exactly something you’d be proud to do, it was all in the name of survival.  

However you decided that water was the more vital need.  You were already pushing the envelope for dehydration, the expected time without it was three days.  If you had to, you could last a few more days without food.

Jungles meant waterfalls, right?  

Or at least rain?  

You wiped your forehead and heaved a deep breath in preparation for another day that could be your last.  

Although it wasn’t the best strategy, you had no choice but to wander seamlessly without any direction.  What else could you do when the arena changes every 24 hours?  Any knowledge you could retain about your surroundings would prove to be useless come the following day.  Thus you set off into the tree line, hoping to come across some sort of clean water source.  

Out of the three natural settings you had been put into, this jungle was quickly becoming your least favorite.  The very air was heavy with the worst type of heat; a sticky and itchy one that delved into your very pores.  Bugs were constant and slowed you down, they swarmed you as if your blood was a siren and continuously bit at an open surface of your skin.  There also wasn’t any clear pathways to follow, you had to fight your way through all the greenery.  You just hoped that none of the plants you brushed past were poisonous.  

If you had to guess, you would estimate that it had been 15 minutes into your aimless journey when something rather unusual happened.  

You heard a rustle occur from a few feet away from you, a slight one that shook some leaves from a bush nearby.  

Normally, this would be cause for concern in an arena. Yet this jungle was so noisy and bristling with movement that it was hardly noticeable at first.  Hell, it was practically more alive than you were at this moment.  

Your logic was that it was most likely an animal of some kind instead of another tribute.  Nonetheless you stilled and held your breath, anticipating a sudden appearance.  You hardly bit back the urge to run as fast as you could in the opposite direction, but if it was indeed an animal then that action would only trigger a violent reaction against you or even a brutal hunt.  

You fought against the instinct and waited while counting the passing seconds. ‘One, two, three, four-’

A boisterous yell broke from deep within the chest of an unseen attacker.  

In a blurry spasm of movement, you caught sight of a tall yet slender female form burst from the greenery in an insane jump to get to you.  

You barely had time to leap backwards, and even then it was far too late.  The strange girl managed to land on top of your legs, successfully pinning you down to the jungle floor as you helplessly wiggled and tried to get a clear view of her face.  

Her long brown hair managed to block most of it, but by the little glimpses you struggled to get you could see that she was extremely pretty.  Her face was slender yet round with well-defined features and near flawless skin.  Her body was sturdy as she had no trouble keeping you down, even letting out a casual huff as she pushed against your shoulders to keep you in place (as if you were more of a slight bother than a real hassle) when you attempted to sit up and swing.  

You wanted nothing more than to give her a good hit before booking it and never looking back, but the odds were insurmountable.  It didn’t take long before you deduced that she must’ve been fairing far well compared to you.  While your energy had been burned down to simmering ashes as hunger and thirst consumed you, this nameless tribute seemed all too healthy and willingly aggressive.  

Her hands against you shoulder slowly crept up to your neck, slowly curling around the base and pressing her sharp nails into the skin.    

You let out a strangled cry, your dry throat not being able to manage a full out scream.

“Wait a minute.”  Her husky voice rasped before she took one hand to brush her hair back, allowing the sun to capture her now bare face.  

Your breath caught in your throat and suddenly your struggles became more frantic.  

It was the girl from Seven.  

While not a career by any means, she still proved herself a worthy competitor with a high personal score.  And by the way she was glowering above you, it was obvious that she was not afraid to kill to get ahead.

“Aren’t you the girl that Two is in love with?”  She questioned with an indescribable look upon her face.

You stilled.

There are moments in every game where you can directly affect your fate in a very drastic manner.  Camouflaged in her simple question was a bigger dilemma that could either make or break you.  The issue was that you didn’t know which one it will be.  Either you can agree that 2 was indeed in love with you and maybe even give a little white lie about him being your ally.  That had a high probability of scaring her, as who in their right mind would want to mess with him, and by extension you?  However it could be argued that it was also a double edged sword.  Perhaps she was just as ambitious as the careers, if not more so, and would have no problem poking the bear that is Jungkook via killing you.  Maybe she would even enjoy it more knowing that she involved herself into the ‘star-crossed lovers’ story line and put an end to it all, stealing attention from you to her.  

Your eyes furiously swept side to side in attempt to get a better view of your surroundings.

All chances of escaping were futile.  

If you disagreed, her plans to hurt you wouldn’t change and she’d carry on with her murdering of you.  But if you went along with it, there was an almost sure guarantee that she’d have a reaction.  That reaction could be good or bad, but it was the only chance you had.  It was scary to flip a coin on your chances of survival, but what other options did you have?

“Yes, w-we’re together.”  You stuttered out, hoping that she took your awkward tone as a result o her practically smothering your windpipe and not you lying through your teeth.  

Her brow raised at that, her stern expression uplifting for a brief moment to form an over-exaggerated look of confusion and concern.  

“Where is your boy toy then?  Pretty stupid of him to let you wander on your own.”  

“He’s nearby.”  you fibbed, faking confidence and glaring up at her as if she just signed her death wish.  

Jennie let out a giggle, a sound that would be somewhat cute if the circumstances were any different than her about to commit murder.  “Let’s say I believe you.  Do you think he’d get back in time to save you and capture me?”  

You hated to falter, but she did have a point.  

If she was smart, she’d take her chance now to get rid of you because god only knows when she’d come across you again.  And clearly she had the advantage, you had no ability to fight back.  Even if Jungkook was close (which he wasn’t),  she’d still have ample time to end you and run far into the jungle before another tribute could even stumble across the unfortunate scene.  

Tears welled up and blurred your vision.  

You were going to die.  

The end of your simple, short but honest life was going to occur in the middle of some artificial habitat, via a bloodthirsty stranger making a show out of your demise in which your friends and family from home would be forced to watch along with the rest of the nation.  May your corpse be one of many examples the capitol shall use for warning against any possible rebellion.  

You lasted three days, a pathetic 72 hours would be the wrap up of your entire existence.  In some weird twist of desperation you thought about how you could’ve played this game differently.  Would you have survived if you teamed up with Two and the rest of the careers?  If you tried harder to ally yourself with your District mate?  Or if you decided to chase after the kid from Twelve and form a team?  

But while those different paths were clouded in unseen potential, they were void of anything tangible much less useful given your current circumstance.  

You fell limp and gazed up at her hallowly, managing to catch a glimpse of your crying expression in the reflection of her dark orbs.  

She stared back at you; a mutual understanding of what was to come.  

Gone was the show or theatrics, now all that had left to be done was the actual act itself of killing you.

She the predator, you the prey.  

“Any last wor-”

A blurry and hurried movement cut her off, it was so sudden and unexpected that all you were able to process was that 7 was now off of you.  Instead of gazing up at her, your line of sigh was now met with the blue sky and branches of the taller trees.

You blinked slowly in bewilderment.  

Seven was seemingly knocked off of you...but how?  

Strangled yelps and more wrestling movement occurred somewhere beside you, the vibration and intensity of it causing the ground underneath you to quiver, but due to your state of shock you weren’t focusing on it at all.  You were slowly gaining your senses back, you body taking it’s time to adjust to the new ability to breathe freely all the while adapting to the sudden postponement of your death.  

You sat up, ignoring the pounding ache that your cranium responded with, and twisted your head to the side in order to behold what became of your killer.  

You let out a bleak and disbelieving chuckle at the scene that greeted you.

The hunter became the prey.

In some ironic twist of fate, Seven was now pinned under another tribute.  By the throat to be exact, an almost perfect replica of the position you were in just seconds ago.  

Seven was spluttering out, trying her best to yell or at least make some type of noise, but all attempts to do so were futile.  

She stood no chance against the girl on top of her.  

Said girl had inky black hair that was strictly fastened into a high ponytail, her skin was fair and glistening with what must’ve been sweat and her body was lengthy and muscular; making the act of strangling Seven look like a walk in the park.  

It was odd to feel sympathy for the girl who almost just killed you, but watching Seven’s face turn red and eventually blue as she silently screamed was heartbreaking enough to almost make you want to push the mystery girl off of her.  

Almost.  But not quite enough.  

It took some time to strangle someone, so by that logic you should have enough time to get up and run.  This would’ve been a flawless plan if it weren’t for the fact that your legs were numb due to all the time you had Seven on top of you, and thus essentially rendered useless.  

The absolute most you could achieve was some pathetic army-crawl, and obviously that was not going to get you far enough.  

But could it be argued that if this unknown girl truly wanted you dead then she would’ve let Seven had her way with you before offing Seven herself?  

That line of thought was your only chance of getting out of here alive.  

The struggles of Seven eventually subsided, her eyes glazing over unfocused before closing entirely.  Her body went limp as if she suddenly fainted, but the truth was she finally succumbed to the lack of oxygen and died.  

The sound of a cannon shot through the jungle.  

You watched as the girl slowly got off of Seven, heaving a huff and rubbing her hands together as if exhausted from the strenuous activity of literally wringing the life out of someone.  

You lips began to move on their own accord, both pleads and questions racing to get out first.  

She turned to face you.  

Your jaw dropped.  

Technically you weren’t lying at all to Seven.

Two was indeed close by, but it wasn’t Jungkook.

It was Joy.

Her porcelain face was marred with blue and purple bruises, the color so contrasting to her otherwise flawless skin tone that you couldn’t help the inaudible gasp that escaped your lips.  

Who did that to her?

She scoffed down at you, unimpressed with your spineless yet shocked state.

“Calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you idiot.  Why would I save your sorry ass if that was the case?”  

“What do you want then?”  You attempted to bark back, trying to keep some sense of pride in this obvious imbalance of power.  

“Allies.”  She shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing.  

“And why would I team up with you?”  

She glanced at the fresh corpse behind her before looking back at you, staring at you meaningfully as she said; “Because I’m the only one who knows the truth about you and Jungkook and probably your only chance of fighting back.”

--

^^^ me pretending to not see the 100+ people glaring at me for taking literally months to update.  Anyway, I’m sorry Jungkook isn’t in this part that much but this will be the last part before Y/n’s and Jk’s game fully intertwine.  I planned a really big plot twist to end on but I think I’m just gonna save that for it’s own chapter bc I think I’d need like 10k to do that twist justice.  I think part one was better but like...oh well.  Please comment, reblog and send asks in, all that good stuff.  I miss writer/reader interaction, bro.  Also, the reason the scene descriptions of the arenas are short is bc I originally had plugged in photos of the habitats but the links weren’t working on tumblr.  I can repost them if anyone’s interested.

EXTRA INFO; For those of you who were with me since part one, I did a beta reader thingy for chapter two and I’d really like to do that again for chapter three.  Last time I gave out a quiz and the winners got the chance to read the first 5k and eventually have 24 hour access before it was posted publicly.  This time, I want more in-depth analysis.  So if you wanna be a beta reader for chapter three, please reblog this with an analysis of your own about the story and my writing.  At the end put something like (BR) so I know you are trying out for a beta reader position.  I think I’ll chose around 8-10 people.  And I will reach out to those people when I have them picked out.   

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Hi! Could I request some affection/cuddling hc’s for the junior quartet? The fluffier the better 😍. Thanks in advance!

Hello, dearie! Here is your requested dose of #Xtra fluffy hcs about THE BEST dumb dumbs of ancient China. ❤️✌️ They seem to get a lot of love on here, so affection hcs are right about the most suitable. 🙌 (cuddling included ofc)

Lan Sizhui

Growing up in Gusu for most of his life, Lan Sizhui is pretty touch starved, so affection is something fairly new to him. In fact he's never gotten much further than the occasional pat on the head from Lan Wangji. So when you came around, at least at first, he was unsure of what to do.

But don't confuse his hesitation with disdain. He is 100% loving each and every touch. He secretly longs for closure, he just prefers not to outwardly show it.

Cuddle sessions with Lan Sizhui are the dictionary definition of Heaven. He always emits a soothing aura, which engulfs you completely whenever the two of you snuggle. He loves to just hold you close, play with your hair, or gently stroke your sides. While his touch always holds a hint of sensuality, MOST of the time his intentions are completely pure.

He loves it when you just lie in each other's embrace, turned to one another. He gets to see your beautiful face and bury his face in your soft hair. It's his ideally spent afternoon.

Out in public, any kind of affection is left at a bare minimum, after all he is a Lan. That often leads to Sizhui throwing you longing stares, or intentionally brushing against you. In all honesty, he just isn't sure how to go about asking for affection.

The moment you two are left alone, he becomes much more relaxed, playing with your hands, hugging you and leaving sweet kisses on your forehead.

Speaking of kisses, out of the Juniors, his kisses are the absolute best. They are always sweet and meaningful, always true. And he loves kisses, too. Most often, he leaves longing kisses on the back of your hands, your palms or knuckles. It's a small gesture of love he shows you. Kisses on the cheek aren't uncommon as well.

But nothing beats the sweet kisses he leaves on your lips after being away for a while, or perhaps after a long day full of chores.

He isn't overly affectionate, his love is shown through small touches and the time spent with you. To him, simply being with you is more than enough.

Lan Jingyi

Lan Jingyi is a powerhouse of enthusiasm and energy, so cuddling with him is NEVER calm. You expected to lie down with your lover, snuggle into him and slowly drift off? wrONG. He won't let you relax, ever.

First of all, the boy is fidgety as hell. He would be nearly constantly moving around, trying to get comfortable. (much similar to how he sleeps) Good luck staying in one position for more than 5 minutes. And once he does find a comfortable enough position, joking ensues. It's always light-hearted and sweet, after all - his goal is to put a smile on your face, but you should be prepared to kiss resting goodbye.

Tickle fights aren't a novelty either. It's just so tempting for him to wrap his arms around your waist and bring you to tears from tickling. And sometimes, tickle fights go a whole other direction.

Most of his affection is the equivalent of a storm. One moment he's pulling on your hair, saying you gotta brush it once in a while, the next he's tenderly holding you in a big bear hug, whispering in your ear how much he absolutely adores you. And you never know what to expect. The perfect definition of everything a gentlemanly Lan must not be.

If Lan Sizhui holds the title for best kisses, Lan Jingyi holds it for best hugs. Whenever you feel down, or you're tired, or perhaps you just need a little love, he'd come up to you, wrap his surprisingly strong arms around you and pull you in for the most loving, most comfortable and most sincere hug.

He loves giving you back hugs, it makes him feel manlier. You'd be cooking, or perhaps talking to somebody when he'd sneak up to you and hug you from behind, burying his face in your hair.

Truly, he's a little awkward with love. He is a child at heart, so openly showing affection is a tad too new for him. PDA isn't a crime in his eyes and he'd gladly hold your hand (or rather drape an arm over your shoulders, but oh well - semantics) but showing you off, or kissing you in public would be left only for moments when he'd feel a little jealous. Otherwise, longing kisses, gentle caresses and jumbled sweet nothings would be reserved for the comfort of your home.

He isn't exactly the most gentle cuddler, but he has no problem expressing his love for you in any and every way he sees fits. Survive his tickle attacks and you'd get the cuddles and loving of a lifetime.

Ouyang Zizhen

Out of all the Juniors, affection comes the most naturally to Ouyang Zizhen. In fact, he is the biggest, most devoted fan of anything involving cuddling, holding hands, or generally being close to one another. He has no problem showing off your love, even in public.

His favourite hobby is cuddling you. It's his own personal little heaven. He tries to act tough and manly for you, but in reality he is one big teddy bear. His obsession with cuddles has become so bad, that he cannot fall asleep without snuggling next to you. There is nothing that relaxes him more, than hearing your calm heartbeat and feeling the warmth of your body next to his.

Speaking of cuddling, Ouyang Zizhen is ALWAYS the big spoon, no questions asked. It's not about manliness, but about his inner desire to be your protection. Knowing you're safe in his embrace allows him to let loose. Although, if you ask him, he'll only deny it, stating it's his 'job' to be the big spoon, or some other half-assed excuse you wouldn't quite make sense of.

Now, Ouyang Zizhen LOVES PDA. Kissing you in public is no problem. In fact, whenever you're outside, he loves to just touch you all the time. From holding hands, to playing with your hair, he wants the world to know, thst only he's allowed to do it. Respond to his little advances and he'd be on cloud nine. You're his lover, so why not show it.

The best way, in which he shows affection is massages. This fluffball of a man is a warrior through and through, and he uses his strength to massage your stress away after a long day of being away from one another. With a personal collection of essential oils and herbal mixes, he'd occasionally indulge you in a personal spa evening. It's his way of telling you he cares. He'd run you a nice bath, massage you, while leaving sweet kisses along your spine, he'd even brush your hair for you. Afterwards, whether you two would leave it at that and snuggle up to fall asleep, or decide to indulge in one another in other ways, would almost always be your decision.

Likewise, give him a nice, relaxing massage after working all day, and he'd be absolute putty in your hands. He'd be willing to give you everything.....after you finish fighting with those difficult, aching spots on his body.

Ouyang Zizhen doesn't understand the taboo of showing affection in public and it shows. After all, he's a modern day man in Ancient China™️

Jin Ling

Tsundere.

Oh Tsundere.

Jin Ling? Showing affection? Being sweet? Blasphemy. He is a man, he doesn't need love, he's not a child. Wait where are you going? You shouldn't run away like that. Here. Grab his hand, so that you don't get lost.

Truthfully, Jin Ling absolutely loves affection, he just hates the idea of it. To him, cuddling and kissing are a sign of weakness. Such loving gestures are much too intimate to be seen by the public or him and must be kept in private. He is a sect leader, what if somebody decides to target you??

Public display of affection is death. The moment you two so much as brush your hands, his face would turn 50 shades of red and he'd forget how to function. And god forbid you hug him, or kiss him, he might explode. In the later stages of the relationship, he'd open up a little more to the idea of physical touch. He'd kiss you on the head for hello and and on the lips for goodbye, (oddly specific much?) but he'd never stop blushing everytime he does it.

Hugs are pretty intimate with him too. They mean he trusts you enough to drop his guard and let you into his personal space. He usually hugs you when he's afraid, upset or he hasn't seen you in a long time.

Cuddling is strange to him. He grew up with his strict uncle, who didn't dote on him too much. So, having you stay so close to him, on your shared bed, is still so ...new. He is lowkey the little spoon, but don't mention it, or he'll outright refuse to cuddle you for the next two weeks. He secretly adores to lie on your chest or thighs, to have your scent engulf him completely. You are his safe space, after all.

Play with his hair and he's a goner. Something he inherited from his father is the hidden love for a gentle touch. Brush his hair, play with it all you want. At first he might complain, but worry not, he actually enjoys it profusely. It makes him feel loved.

Simply, cuddling is his religion, though he'd also deny that. Everyday, he awaits that moment, where you get to lie in each other's embrace, enjoying the comfortable silence.

Mostly, he shows his love and affection through constant nagging.

"Be careful. You'll trip." "The soup is too hot."

Even in cuddling, his overprotective nature shines through. "Your arm will fall asleep."

"You can't breathe." "Yes I can." "No, you can'T."

Give him time. The more you let him ease into the idea of affection, the more he'd open up to you. He has lacked physical love all his life, he is harsh because he doesn't know how to act differently, so be patient with him. Sooner or later, he'd find his own way to show you how incredibly much he actually loves you.

Thank you for reading~

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Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction and I decided to write kaeya first because I just love him sm 😭😭😭😭 anyway hope you guys enjoy! Zhongli is up next. I'm also new to Tumblr so idk how this works LMFAO

Kaeya x Gn reader

Fluff, kaeya is weird but its ok cause he warms up to you, didn't proof read this cause it was 1am

You were walking around the streets of mondstadt, you always loved the night and decided to come out for some fresh air. Lost in thought, you were reflecting on your first moments here and how the handsome calvary captain gave you a tour of the city. You were an adventurer from Fontaine seeking to do research on all the 7 regions. Mondstadt was the first region on your list. You've heard most of it from stories on barbatos and how he saved mondstadt, but you'd love to meet the people and all the certain flowers that were around. You finally arrived at the front gate and the guards gave you a warm welcome. The city air was fresh and everything had a carefree warm feel to it. "This truly is the city of freedom" you thought to yourself and smiled. Having everything written down on your notebook, you decided to try out the foods that were common here. "What can I get for you today?" The women spoke as you came up to the counter. You took out your notebook and chose a dish. "I'll take one chicken mushroom skewer please, ah would I also ask for your name if you don't mind?" You gave a friendly smile. "My name is Sara, worker at Good Hunter! Your food will be right up. I see you arent around here." "Nice to meet you Sara, im actually traveling the 7 regions for my art pieces and mondstadt just happened to be my first one. I would love to know some tourist attractions around here, would you happen to know a guide?" It was nice to see a conversation going well especially since you were never really the best at conversations. But you wanted to hurry up because your social battery was draining fast. "Id love to be your guide" and unfamiliar voice came to the right and you shot your head to that direction. His appearance was definitely different from the rest of the citizens but looked really attractive either way. He was leaning against the booth almost giving off an intimidating nature underneath the layers of charming. "Really? That would be great, thank you so much! And uhm your name is...?" Depsite the oddness you got from him, you did your best to continue the conversation as normally as possible. "Kaeya, Knights of Favionus, happy to be your guide dear" his sudden pet name made you flitch but you pushed it off "So where are we going first dear calvary captain" you gave him a teasing remark as you smirked. He chuckled "well obviously I wouldn't be a good tour guide if I didn't show you the Barbatos statute first." "Ah of course haha" you gave him a nervous chuckle. "Is there any other reason you decided to come here other than to just "explore"" You thought he ease dropped on your conversation, and even so he still didn't find you that trust worthy. "Well I'm a pretty well known artist where I'm from, but besides just coming here to make art I also decided to write a few poems for each region. If you'd want I can show you my works" you smiled happily and his cold attitude started to fade just a bit. "You can show me once we get to the next place, feel free to draw me then too ♡" it wasn't the best first impression but at least he didn't feel as hostile anymore. You and Kaeya finally made it to the statue and it was more beautiful in person than your thoughts could ever imagine. Ideas started to flow through your brain on how to paint it. "Wow its so...." you were at a lost for words. "Breathtaking isn't it?" Kaeya finished your sentence and you flahsed him a small smile and nod. "Yeah it is, ill be sure to mark it down as the first place to paint. Maybe if you'd like, you can give it to the Acting Grandmaster as a token of my thanks for having me here" "Such a kind hearted soul arent you? I'll be sure to inform her." Kaeya patted your head and walked off, assuming he was leading you to the second destination, you started to follow him. "You should stop by the tavern Cats Tail sometime tonight, I can tell you more about this place and if you'd like, more about me," You saw this as an opportunity for more research on the area, and maybe get to know Kaeya a bit more, he truly was an interesting person, so you

accepted. "I'll be sure to make it around 18:00 or 19:00!" The next destination included a beautiful tree, lake, and another small statue of barbatos. You thought it was truly magnificent, especially how the sun hit the leaves all so perfectly giving it a warm glow. "This place is Windrise. Its often associated with love and is one of the most well know spot for dates." He winked at you and you looked away, not really sure what to do. "Is that so? I can see why. Its very beautiful." You did your best not to stutter from how flirty he was being. "This statue here is for offerings. You find anemoculous and you offer them to the statues. In return, you get a gift from the God." "Oh! We have on of those where I'm from as well, but its a different person." You weren't really sure why you wouldn't tell him where you were from, maybe it was because he was super analytical, or the whole predator with its prey vibe he got going on. "There are 7 types of statues that represent the 7 archons, would it be ok if you'd tell me where you're from? I'm just so interested in you." He gave a flirty smirk and you couldn't help but blush a little bit. "Uhm I'm from Fontaine, if you couldn't tell by the clothes. Its quite similar to Mondstadt, but I find it here to be more peaceful and calming than there." "Fontaine huh? I've heard people live the luxury over there. Very formal." He laughed a bit, part of him was right but it wasn't all that good as he was making it sound. "Hmm I guess you could say that, my parents were pretty well off but I can't say much about the rest." Your gaze drifted off to the forming sunset and you wondered if you should head back soon. "Ill head back, ill tell you more about the attractions tomorrow. Don't forget our date tonight deary..." He waved goodbye and walked off. "Deary.." you said to yourself, he flattered you very much but all of it seemed off in a way. You didn't think to much about it and decided to head back too. Your memories of your first interaction with Kaeya was over once you heard someone call your name. A familiar voice that was. "Y/n!" Kaeya called out. Automatically knowing who it was, you turned around to be greeted by a fine tall man dressed in blue tones "Hi Kaeya!" "I dont think its a good idea for a pretty lady like you to be walking out so late at night." He sounded amused but you were over it. "Oh cut it out captain, I know you were just swooning some girls a couple minutes ago." "Haha so what, you jealous?" "Dont flatter yourself, why would I be jealous anyway? Feelings like those are just a waste of time" you hated to admit that you were just a tiny bit jealous. You weren't sure how your crush on the calvary captain formed but it did and it didn't seem to be going away any time soon. Part of you thought maybe he already knew and he was just toying with you. Or maybe he was oblivious to it, thinking no one could love such a person like him. Either way, you still kept these feelings inside. "There's no shame in bearing emotion, love, its just our nature. And for a while I think you've been feeling pretty intense emotions about a certain someone..." His hand tilted your chin so you could face up to him. Shoot did he know? How was that possible? Was I that obvious? You thought to yourself, you weren't sure how you were going to get out of this situation. "I...I-its nothing that concerns of you" you broke eye contact but you knew kaeya wasn't letting up. "A lie to a lier is no stranger, but if you wish to keep your secrets then who am I to cross such a boundary." He back off from you and you started to breathe again. You wanted to tell him so bad. How much you loved and cared for him, how much you so desperately wanted to be there for him no matter what situation. You were willing to take risks for him if it meant that one day you would forever be together. But maybe you thought the image you had of him was wrong. You knew well enough his flirty nature was never sincere, and how he was hiding something much darker then you ever wanted to imagine. Even so, you still wanted your

thoughts of him to become right. So before he walked off again you mustered up the courage. "Kaeya wait! I, I do actually want to tell you something." He looked surprised now but intrigued. "Ever since we met, there was always something different about you. It always left me wanting to know more and over the years I did learn more about you. But then I started feeling these weird emotions and having thse weird thoughts like thinking maybe one day we could be together...or knowing the real you even. I know you say less than you lead on but I felt like I'd be willing to take extreme risks to know who you actually are. I feel so safe around you and I always smile at those good memories we have. I dont know if this is called love, I dont know fully what love is but you're special enough for me to be having these feelings." Thats it, you let everything out. Awaiting for rejection, you began to panic when the silence held for what seemed like an eternity, until you heard him walking toward you. He held your chin again and gave you a look you've never seen before. A mix of admiration, and happiness. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip and you tensed up. "Kaeya...." Before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a kiss. A new feeling started to arise and your whole body began to feel hot. Euphoria was coursing through your veins and you felt like you were going to fall without Kaeyas support. He was so warm, so intoxicating. You couldn't even feel where you were or he was, it all just became a bundle of sensations and happiness. You couldn't tell how long you both had kissed for but you were the first one to pull away as your breath began to shorten. "As much as a flirt as I am, I dont do well communicating my actual emotions. So id prefer to show them through my actions. I cant say it right now, but I hope that helped you realize what my answer is." He pulled you into a hug and you buried his face into his fur jacket. Already knowing his answer, you breathed a sigh of relief