#for all that effie is still a great second in command

[fabledshadow]

Can I just say how much I love that Gloria is actually good at leading/managing people. Like, cooking is a skillset, so is being an effective people manager. She does both really well! I just love that it is not an informed trait, we get multiple examples of her being a great leader.

[katnissmellarkkk]

Part Two of my bookcomb for every time Katniss and/or Peeta smiled in relation to the other. This post is all of Catching Fire. They never once smiled at each other in Mockingjay, ever. And yes, I’m bitter.

-

My face breaks into a huge smile and I start walking in Peeta's direction. Then, as if I can't stand it another second, I start running. He catches me and spins me around and then he slips — he still isn't entirely in command of his artificial leg — and we fall into the snow, me on top of him, and that's where we have our first kiss in months.

-

“Let's start with something more basic. Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine ... but I don't know what your favorite color is?” he says.

A smile creeps onto my lips. “Green. What's yours?”

“Orange,” he says.

“Orange? Like Effie's hair?” I say.

“A bit more muted,” he says. “More like ... sunset.”

-

“Want to see my talent? Cinna did a great job on it.”

Peeta laughs. “Later.” The train lurches forward, and I can see the land moving past us through the window. “Come on, we're almost to District Eleven. Let's go take a look at it.”

-

I look at Peeta and he gives me a sad smile. I hear Haymitch's voice. “You could do a lot worse.” At this moment, it's impossible to imagine how I could do any better. The gift ... it is perfect. So when I rise up on tiptoe to kiss him, it doesn't seem forced at all.

-

Peeta takes my arm, bringing me to a stop. He doesn't need to check my face to see if I'm serious. “Depends on why you're asking.”

“President Snow wasn't convinced by me. There's an uprising in District Eight. We have to get out,” I say.

“By 'we' do you mean just you and me? No. Who else would be going?” he asks.

“My family. Yours, if they want to come. Haymitch, maybe,” I say.

“What about Gale?” he says.

“I don't know. He might have other plans,” I say.

Peeta shakes his head and gives me a rueful smile. “I bet he does. Sure, Katniss, I'll go.”

I feel a slight twinge of hope. “You will?”

“Yeah. But I don't think for a minute you will,” he says.

-

When we're outside, I turn to Peeta. “You go on back. I want to walk by the Hob.”

“I'll go with you,” he says.

“No. I've dragged you into enough trouble,” I tell him.

“And avoiding a stroll by the Hob ... that's going to fix things for me?” He smiles and takes my hand. Together we wind through the streets of the Seam until we reach the burning building. They haven't even bothered to leave Peacekeepers around it. They know no one would try to save it.

-

“The slag heap next to the east entrance,” says Prim patiently.

“No. When did you say that?” I demand.

“Last night,” Haymitch chimes in.

“It was definitely the east,” adds Peeta. He looks at Haymitch and they laugh. I glare at Peeta and he tries to look contrite. “I'm sorry, but it's what I've been saying. You don't listen when people talk to you.”

“Bet people told you he didn't live there today and you didn't listen again,” says Haymitch.

“Shut up, Haymitch,” I say, clearly indicating he's right.

Haymitch and Peeta crack up and Prim allows herself a smile.

“Fine. Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up,” I say, which makes them laugh more. And I think, This is why they've made it this far, Haymitch and Peeta. Nothing throws them.

-

Finally Peeta says, “That force field at the bottom of the cliff, it was like the one on the roof of the Training Center. The one that throws you back if you try to jump off and commit suicide. Haymitch found a way to turn it into a weapon.”

“Not just against the other tributes, but the Capitol, too,” I say. “You know they didn't expect that to happen. It wasn't meant to be part of the arena. They never planned on anyone using it as a weapon. It made them look stupid that he figured it out. I bet they had a good time trying to spin that one. Bet that's why I don't remember seeing it on television. It's almost as bad as us and the berries!”

I can't help laughing, really laughing, for the first time in months. Peeta just shakes his head like I've lost my mind—and maybe I have, a little.

“Almost, but not quite,” says Haymitch from behind us. I whip around, afraid he's going to be angry over us watching his tape, but he just smirks and takes a swig from a bottle of wine. So much for sobriety. I guess I should be upset he's drinking again, but I'm preoccupied with another feeling.

-

I turn and put my lips close to Peeta's and drop my eyelids in imitation of Finnick. “He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,” I say in my best seductive voice.

Peeta laughs. “Ugh. Not really.”

“Really,” I say. “I'll tell you more when my skin stops crawling.”

“Do you think we'd have ended up like this if only one of us had won?” he asks, glancing around at the other victors. “Just another part of the freak show?”

“Sure. Especially you,” I say.

“Oh. And why especially me?” he says with a smile.

“Because you have a weakness for beautiful things and I don't,” I say with an air of superiority. “They would lure you into their Capitol ways and you'd be lost entirely.”

“Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness,” Peeta points out. “Except possibly when it comes to you.”

-

We end up on the same elevator with her, and she spends the whole ride to the seventh floor chatting to Peeta about his paintings while the light of his still-glowing costume reflects off her bare breasts. When she leaves, I ignore him, but I just know he's grinning. I toss aside his hand as the doors close behind Chaff and Seeder, leaving us alone, and he breaks out laughing.

“What?” I say, turning on him as we step out on our floor.

“It's you, Katniss. Can't you see?” he says.

“What's me?” I say.

[..]

“Yeah, but ... I mean, for the Capitol, you're pure,” he says, clearly trying to mollify me. “For me, you're perfect. They're just teasing you.”

“No, they're laughing at me, and so are you!” I say.

“No.” Peeta shakes his head, but he's still suppressing a smile. I'm seriously rethinking the question of who should get out of these Games alive when the other elevator opens.

-

After training, Peeta and I hang out, waiting for Haymitch and Effie to show up for dinner. When we're called to eat, Haymitch pounces on me immediately. “So at least half the victors have instructed their mentors to request you as an ally. I know it can't be your sunny personality.”

“They saw her shoot,” says Peeta with a smile. “Actually, I saw her shoot, for real, for the first time. I'm about to put in a formal request myself.”

-

“You'd have thought we planned it,” says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile.

“Didn't you?” asks Portia. Her fingers press her eyelids closed as if she's warding off a very bright light.

“No,” I say, looking at Peeta with a new sense of appreciation. “Neither of us even knew what we were going to do before we went in.”

-

Peeta walks me down to my room in silence, but before he can say good night, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his chest. His hands slide up my back and his cheek leans against my hair. “I'm sorry if I made things worse,” I say.

“No worse than I did. Why did you do it, anyway?” he says.

“I don't know. To show them that I'm more than just a piece in their Games?” I say.

He laughs a little, no doubt remembering the night before the Games last year. We were on the roof, neither of us able to sleep. Peeta had said something of the sort then, but I hadn't understood what he meant. Now I do.

-

No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta's lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he's practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. “What?” I ask.

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says.

Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I'll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.”

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you'll allow it?”

“I'll allow it,” I say.

-

I leave my weapons in the dirt as I fling myself at him. “Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.

His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine. “Careful,” he says weakly. “There's a force field up ahead.”

I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.

[…]

I notice a gleam of gold on Peeta's chest. I reach out and retrieve the disk that hangs from a chain around his neck. My mockingjay has been engraved on it. “Is this your token?” I ask.

“Yes. Do you mind that I used your mockingjay? I wanted us to match,” he says.

“No, of course I don't mind.” I force a smile. Peeta showing up in the arena wearing a mockingjay is both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it should give a boost to the rebels in the district. On the other, it's hard to imagine President Snow will overlook it, and that makes the job of keeping Peeta alive harder.

-

Finnick slowly begins to revive. His eyes open, focus on us, and register awareness that he's being helped. I rest his head on my lap and we let him soak about ten minutes with everything immersed from the neck down. Peeta and I exchange a smile as Finnick lifts his arms above the seawater.

-

Finnick and I fall back in the sand, laughing our heads off. Every time we try to stop, we look at Peeta's attempt to maintain a disdainful expression and it sets us off again.

-

Beetee is still messing around the tree, doing I don't know what, taking measurements and such. At one point he snaps off a sliver of bark, joins us, and throws it against the force field. It bounces back and lands on the ground, glowing. In a few moments it returns to its original color. “Well, that explains a lot,” says Beetee. I look at Peeta and can't help biting my lip to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but Beetee.

-

Johanna keeps watch while Finnick, Peeta, and I clean and lay out the seafood. Peeta's just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. “Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. “You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls,” he says earnestly to Finnick.

“No, it doesn't,” says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that's how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

-

[eddycurrents]

For the week of 24 June 2019

Quick Bits:

Action Comics #1012 keeps a number of plates spinning with the Invisible Mafia, Leviathan, and tying in events in Superman, while bringing back a character who we’ve not seen for some time in the DCU. Some great layouts and art from Szymon Kudranski and Brad Anderson.

| Published by DC Comics

Age of X-Man: X-Tremists #5 is the explosive conclusion to this mini from Leah Williams, Georges Jeanty, Roberto Poggi, Jim Charalampidis, and Clayton Cowles. We get Jubilee’s perspective on the end, as they all collectively remember what came before, what was taken from them, and the nightmare that they’ve been placed in and forced to participate. Damn good stuff.

| Published by Marvel

Amazing Spider-Man #24 is a lot of Peter avoiding dealing with things in a rational adult manner and some weird stuff with Mysterio and the new villain who has been haunting the series for a while. My guess is that it’s Ned Leeds, but his true identity is still hidden for the moment. Pretty good for a buffer issue.

| Published by Marvel

Angel #2 is another entertaining issue from Bryan Edward Hill, Gleb Melnikov, Gabriel Cassata, and Ed Dukeshire. There’s another nice split as we see a bit of Angel’s past as he reforges a slayer as his “axe” and then a dive into the current evil plaguing the kids in social media. Wonderful reveal of Lilith’s “true form” as well, great design by Melnikov.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Ascender #3 is harrowing and breathtaking. While Andy and Mila try to run in the present, we get more information on what happened with them and Effie in the time between Descender and now. Gorgeous, stunning artwork from Dustin Nguyen.

| Published by Image

Bad Luck Chuck #4 concludes what has been a fun, but weird, series from Lela Gwenn, Matthew Dow Smith, Kelly Fitzpatrick, and Frank Cvetkovic. And it ends with a pretty epic battle between cops and nuns.

| Published by Dark Horse

Black Panther #13 begins the next arc of “Two Thousand Suns” and T’Challa’s attempts to contact anyone back on Earth. Daniel Acuña returns to provide the art and it is beautiful. The effects as T’Challa attempts to calculate a communication path to Earth with the various planets and such are amazing.

| Published by Marvel

Detective Comics #1006 begins a new arc guest-starring the Spectre, with art from Kyle Hotz and David Baron. The Corrigan/Spectre joining sure works different than it used to. Interesting mystery with the Spectre cult and great art.

| Published by DC Comics

Ghost Tree #3 takes a few nice moments of quiet introspection and reflection from Brandt and Arami, as well as exploring more of Brandt’s grandparents life, before ramping up the tension with the demon. Beautiful artwork from Simon Gane, Ian Herring, and Becka Kinzie.

| Published by IDW

Justice League Dark #12 has huge ramifications as “Lords of Order” rages on. Stunning artwork from Alvaro Martínez Bueno, Raul Fernandez, and Brad Anderson. Also Tynion gives us a fascinating rumination on magic between Batman and Wonder Woman.

| Published by DC Comics

Killer Groove #2 continues this excellent crime drama. The little pieces of interaction and tiny character stories throughout this issue are wonderful. Ollie Masters’ approach to the narrative reminds me a lot of Robert Altman. 

| Published by AfterShock

Road of Bones #2 leans hard into the brutal survival aspect of travelling across Russia in winter, without much idea or sense of where you’re going. Wonderful art from Alex Cormack.

| Published by IDW

The Silencer #18 concludes this series with a kind of stock-taking story from Dan Abnett, V. Ken Marion, Sandu Florea, Mike Spicer, and Tom Napolitano. There’s some bits about the reconciliation between Blake and Honor, but a large portion of this is Honor trying to find out information on what’s happening with Leviathan. 

| Published by DC Comics

Stranger Things: Six #2 continues to flesh out the time before the first season at Hawkins Labs as we continue to follow Francine through her past and experiences there. There’s a wonderful feeling of dread with the glimpses of the Upside Down.

| Published by Dark Horse

Thor #14 builds on events in War of the Realms #6 with a story that is concurrent with what happens in that book diving into the younger Thor’s perspective. Great art from Scott Hepburn and Matthew Wilson.

| Published by Marvel

Transformers/Ghostbusters #1 is a great debut from Erik Burnham, Dan Schoening, Luis Antonio Delgado, and Tom B. Long beautifully integrating the two properties here. Cybertron as destroyed by Gozer is just wonderful, and there’s a nice bit of humour that fits well with Burnham and Schoening’s other Ghostbusters work.

| Published by IDW

War of the Realms #6 is the conclusion to this event with Jason Aaron, Russell Dauterman, Matthew Wilson, and Joe Sabino giving us a “storm of Thors”. It’s fairly epic as Thor and Malekith meet in the final confrontation, capping off one of the longest narrative arcs in Marvel that began back in Thor: God of Thunder #1 years ago. There’s more to come, but this is a very satisfying end.

| Published by Marvel

The Weatherman #1 is a welcome return for the second volume of this series from Jody LeHeup, Nathan Fox, Moreno Dinisio, and Steve Wands. The story shifts as the team search for the clue to unlocking Bright’s memories on the one place we thought previously was all dead...Earth. Great stuff.

| Published by Image

Wolverine: Exit Wounds #1 is another of Marvel’s 80th Anniversary one-shots, this one presenting three stories from some of the luminary creators that have worked on Wolverine before. The standout for me is the Wolverine/Venom story from Sam Kieth and Ronda Pattison. It’s a simple Vs. story, but the artwork is gorgeous. Larry Hama, Scot Eaton, Sean Parsons, and Matt Milla & Chris Claremont, Salvador Larroca, and Val Staples provide the other two stories giving a glimpse into other stages in Logan’s past. Joe Sabino provides letters for all three stories and it’s nice to see how he adapts for the tone and style of each tale.

| Published by Marvel

Wonder Woman #73 is a fill-in from Steve Orlando, Aaron Lopresti, Matt Ryan, Romulo Fajardo Jr., and Pat Brosseau giving us a story of Diana’s past in an alternate reality. It’s a decent tale on its own, giving a hint at something important for the ongoing story.

| Published by DC Comics

Other Highlights: Avengers #20, Battlestar Galactica: Twilight Command #5, The Beauty #27, Bone Parish #10, Books of Magic #9, Canto #1, Conan the Barbarian #7, The Crow/Hack/Slash #1, Dark Red #4, Deadly Class #39, Diabolical Summer, Dial H for Hero #4, Dick Tracy Forever #3, Doctor Strange #15, Eve Stranger #2, Fantastic Four #11, Fight Club 3 #6, The Flash #73, Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #8, GLOW #3, The Goon #3, Head Lopper #12, High Level #5, Invader Zim #44, Isola #8, Kick-Ass #15, KISS: The End #3, Magnificent Ms. Marvel #4, Major X #5, Marilyn Manor #1, Martian Manhunter #6, Marvel Comics Presents #6, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #40, Mr. & Mrs. X #12, Punk Mambo #3, Punks Not Dead: London Calling #5, Redneck #21, Rick & Morty #51, Runaways #22, Spawn #298, Spider-Man Annual #1, Star Wars: Age of Rebellion - Darth Vader #1, Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge #3, Steel Cage #1, Stone Star #4, Summit #15, Superior Spider-Man #8, Teen Titans: Raven, Thanos #3, Thief of Thieves #43, War of the Realms: New Agents of Atlas #4, War of the Realms: The Punisher #3, War of the Realms: Uncanny X-Men #3, X-Men: Grand Design - X-Tinction #2

Recommended Collections: Breakneck, Coda - Volume 2, Fearscape - Volume 1, Hardcore - Volume 1, HP Lovecraft’s At the Mountains of Madness - Volume 1, Interceptor - Volume 1, Joe Golem: Occult Detective - Volume 3: The Drowning City, Man of Steel, Old Lady Harley, Outcast - Book 3, Relay - Volume 1, Shock - Volume 2, Star Wars: Doctor Aphra - Volume 5: Worst Among Equals, Starjammers, Tony Stark: Iron Man - Volume 2: Stark Realities, Usagi Yojimbo - Volume 33: The Hidden, Wasted Space - Volume 1, West Coast Avengers - Volume 2: City of Evils

d. emerson eddy enjoys frozen cheesecake bites.

[summoner-kentauris]

WIP because i haev to run this for typos and make-sense-ness, as well as i have to add a snippet of dialogue from the new chapter in there so you know when it takes place, but ill do that all tomorrow when it goes on ao3. for now!

working title kiran causes an intergalatic incident

also i dont have my phone on me but iirc the new fafnir units have an accent on one of the letters

No one notices Kiran, at first. They fade into the background like the rest of the common folk seem to, at the gathering of these four titans. No one notices their trembling, their blank and wide eyes. The hunched tension bending their shoulders. The king doesn’t notice. The queen doesn’t notice. The royal siblings, with their backs to Kiran, certainly don’t notice. Perhaps its a trick of some magic that lingers on them, because no one notices that Kiran, with one locked and shaking arm, is pointing Breidablik at the center His Majesty’s forehead until one of his guard squeaks, and flares her massive fafnir wings as she bolts in front of him.

Other than that small noise echoing across the rigged plains, there is shocked silence.

And Kiran’s ragged, broken, uneven voice.

“Step – the fuck – away from him.”

The kingsguard draws weapons. The various Heroes draw forth their arms a split-second later. Anna curses, a rare occurrence, and she darts to Kiran’s side.

“Summoner,” she hisses. Kiran doesn’t blink. There’s no recognition in their eyes – none for Anna, at least.

“Kiran!” she repeats, urgently. She reaches for Kiran’s arm, and their finger slips closer to Breidablik’s trigger. Several bows draw tighter, on both sides. Alfonse is caught between the two of them, eyes as wide as Kiran’s. Sharena is being held back by her mother. Gustav is simply staring at the summoner, head tilted, and odd amused slant to his eyebrows.

“I said,” Kiran says, voice still tumultuous, eye still devoid, “step away from Alfonse.”

“Your majesty,” Anna says, “I don’t- this is-”

“Hush, commander,” he orders. “Summoner. You would draw weapons against a king?”

Kiran’s breath is even, but shallow, and fast.

“I’ll fucking kill you,” they say, without hesitation.

The fafnir at the front of the kings guard bursts into motion, and is shield-checked almost as quickly by Effie. The rest of the kingsguard is halted mid-movement by a small wave of Gustav’s hand. They settle, with nervous contained energy, back into their lines.

Some Heroes with Divine armaments make a point of tilting their metallic surfaces in the fading sunlight.

“Kiran,” Alfonse finally says, voice breaking, too.

“Stand,” Kiran orders Gustav, “aside.”

There is a moment’s pause while Gustav surveys the field. His army far outnumbers the Order, laughably so. The Heroes stand a little taller at this, hoisting swords and flicking the pages of tomes and cracking necks and knuckles accordingly. Fjorm raises Leiptr slightly. It’s not a number game, Anna thinks, worried. It’s godsdamned diplomacy.

She hopes.

After all, the number of royals and VIPs and legends on her side far outweighs the other.

And yet. Kiran still has not lowered their weapon. Their finger is curled tighter around it than she’s ever seen before.

The absurd thought that Kiran could – might actually assassinate the king of Askr right there, right in front of her, flashes across her mind.

Unseen tension dissipates from King Gustav’s form. As if reading his mind, his kingsguard stands down, too.

“Very well,” he says, and Anna can tell a great number of internal sighs are being had across the field. “Very well.”

Kiran doesn’t lower Breidablik, but their breathing does ease up, just a tad.

And Gustav and his retinue begin to walk away, and it could have all gone so well after that, but…

“Alfonse,” he says, pauses, turns back without walking back but looks back all the same. “Alfonse, please make sure they are brought to me when this is all finished.”

And maybe then it could have still be okay - okay-ish, Anna supposes, because, well, minds get changed and a war can be a long thing, but…

Alfonse looks back too, towards Kiran, who is still shaking and tracing Gustav’s path with Breidablik’s barrel. Their eyes are still deadwide. The tension is still loaded down on their shoulders, the pain of it radiant. And their voice has never once stopped being broken, and ragged, and uneven.

He looks back at Kiran, and notices all this, and then looks at Gustav, whose patient air is beginning to wear thin, and then back at Kiran.

And he looks at his own hands.

And he says, “No. No, I will do no such thing.”

And Gustav whirls, as he does, only this time Kiran is here and Kiran is still on a tight wire with a trigger finger that’s much too close, and the moment Gustav moves-

For the second time that day, all hell breaks loose.

[everlarkbirthdaygifts]

Happy Birthday caloresblood!

We apologise for the delay with your gift @caloresblood. We hope you had a lovely birthday on 4th of March. To add further cheer to your day, the wonderful @savedbyyeezus has written a special Everlark story for you! Enjoy :)

A/N: So sorry for being late on this! Hope you had a great birthday and Oscar Sunday :)

The piercing shriek of the door charm whistled through the nearly empty loft, and Katniss grimaced at the shrillness of the unwelcome sonic interruption, signalling the arrival of her least favorite coworker. Or was it boss? Katniss didn’t know how to classify the annoying blonde exhibiting artist turned curator turned patron of the gallery that she, unfortunately, still worked at.

“Good morning, Kat! It’s another lovely day in Newww Yooorkkk Cityyy!” With a thwack of his ridiculously over-priced leather man purse on the table, a maniacally grinning Peeta turned to great Katniss, whose eyes were rolled so far back in her head that she could practically see her brain turning to mush. “Oh, KitKat, be careful those precious silver eyes of yours don’t get stuck back there.” Peeta smirked with mischievous pleasure. Katniss turned back to her computer with a sigh. It was just one of those days.

“Dearies! So glad you’re both here!” Both of their heads snapped around to glance at Effie, who had somehow managed to clatter in on her ridiculously high heels without alerting ether of them. “Rue Williams is coming today at 3 to close up shop today. Her show was a rousing success, thanks to you two, and she wants to thank you personally!” Effie was practically glowing with pleasure. “And by the end, I want a list of names from each of you for your top picks out of the applications we received for next year.” Peeta and Katniss shared an excited glance. Effie had been hoarding the applications from them for days, AND they were going to see Rue again, the fantastic artist they had been promoting and displaying in the gallery.

Four hours later, Katniss finally looked up from her laptop and exclaimed in panic. “Shit! It’s almost 3! Rue will be here soon!” She began frantically clearing up her workstation and organizing materials, mentally berating herself for getting so behind. Peeta just leaned back in his chair and smirked at her display: “Chill out, Katniss, it’s not like our jobs are on the line here.” Katniss rolled her eyes at the classic cavalier response from Peeta. “Yeah, it’s not your job on the line, Mr. Manipulator.” Peeta’s face hardened a little at that remark. Katniss growled under her breath: “I still don’t fucking understand how you managed to trick Effie into making you Head Curator after just having two...mediocre pieces in a show!” Instead of getting pissed, which was the reaction Katniss was hoping for, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked away. “Let’s get started,” he replied curtly, finally standing up to start work.

“Knock, knock!” A cheery voice interrupted Katniss’ last minute organization and preparation. The two girls embraced warmly. Katniss was not normally one for hugs but Rue’s sweet and sisterly demeanor had wormed her way into her heart very quickly. She and Peeta greeted each other slightly more cordially with a handshake, but just as affectionately. “We’re gonna miss you around here, Rue,” said Peeta with a melancholy smile, to which Katniss gave a small frown. Peeta was always inserting himself where he didn’t belong, and encroaching on her limited time with Rue was just another offense on his long list of transgressions. Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, he glanced at her displeased expression, and turned away with a huff.

As they were finishing cleaning and packing away Rue’s art, Katniss noticed that Rue was giving her a few contemplative looks every once and awhile. Eventually Peeta left to run an errand for the studio, and Rue finally burst out: “Okay, so what’s the deal with you two?” Katniss blinked at her in confusion. “What do you mean?” Rue rolled her eyes: “I mean what is with all the passive aggressive comments hiding the sexual tension underneath?” Katniss flushed and gasped. “Oh you know it’s true! I thought you guys were getting along well last time?” Katniss sighed: “We were it’s just…he always has to get on my nerves! I just don’t even understand what he’s doing here or why he decided to stop doing art and work here!” Rue shook her head. “Sweetie, you have no idea, do you? The effect you can have on people?” Katniss blubbered: “Wha-what is that supposed to mean! You’re not suggesting he’s here for me, are you?”

“All I know, Katniss, is that at his gallery opening, he met a beautiful, intelligent, and commanding woman, who was passionate about this gallery, and motivated him to raise the money from his parents wealthy friends to save it. He still is making art by the way—it’s not a crime to want a steady paycheck in this line of work.” Katniss shook her head, overwhelmed at all the information. “But…his trust fund…”

“He doesn’t have it anymore, Katniss, it was contingent upon him taking over his family’s business since his older brothers all married and moved away. His parents don’t even talk to him anymore, which is probably why he hasn’t told you the truth.” Rue smirked. “And I think he would have preferred you change your undue attitude towards him for reasons other than pity.” Katniss was internally combusting. It was a lot to take in. All this time, Peeta had only wanted the best for her and the gallery, and she had treated him with disdain the entire time for something that wasn’t even true and that he didn’t choose anyways. “How-“

“Because I know what it’s like to fall under your spell, Everdeen.” Katniss clearly could not handle another shocking reveal, and Rue laughed at the panic and guilt welling in her eyes. “Don’t worry, I moved on, and Lavinia and I are very happy together. Now go and get your man, girl!” And Katniss couldn’t wait another second.

She practically flew down the stairs, and just as she hefted the enormous black door aside, she ran into a wall of solid flesh. “Oof, Katniss!” Peeta. It was Peeta. Katniss’ brain was muddled with confusion and the mounting attraction she had been suppressing all this time. She gazed helplessly up at his face, hoping he got the message. Understanding dawned in Peeta’s crystalline blue eyes (because he knew her that well, she realized): “Did Rue-“

Katniss interrupted his query with a passionate kiss, smashing her lips onto his and suctioning them wetly together. Peeta hesitated only momentarily before pressing her tightly to his body and moaning in her mouth. As he kissed down her neck, his fingers caressing her tight nipples, she hoisted up her skirt in invitation. “Oh God, Katniss, don’t you think we should—“

“It’s not too soon. It’s too late, actually. Five years late. So get going.” Katniss blurted out awkwardly and shoved his hand in her embarrassingly plain panties. Peeta grinned his mischievous grin, and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. “I couldn’t agree more, Kat.” She glowered at his use of her least favorite nickname, but soon her anger turned to lust as his handed melded her flesh into stardust, making her come apart almost effortlessly by strumming her clit. Panting and shaking in her release, she grabbed onto his forearms, while ignoring the wolf-whistles coming from the newly-arrived Rue at the top of the stairs, and began to whisper: “Okay, I’ll return the favor the moment we get off work.” Peeta couldn’t contain his smile, beaming luminously yet shyly at the disheveled girl in his arms: “How about I take you to dinner first and then we’ll see about that favor.” Katniss was nodding before he finished his sentence. “Does dollar slice sound good—“

“PEETA!” Katniss slapped his arms in pretend-annoyance, her twitching smile betraying her amusement. “I still fucking hate you.”

But nothing Katniss said could shake Peeta’s elation in that moment. “And I still fucking love you, Katniss."

[annychristine831]

Prime Gaming Reveals Top Free Games for September 2020

From the recent update, Twitch has revealed the September 2020 free games lineup for the “Prime Gaming.” The free prime games are available for those who have the “Amazon Prime Subscription.” Twitch has revealed September month’s free games that include – Autonauts, Outcast – Second Contact, Effie, Tiny Troopers: Joint Ops, and Pumped BMX Pro. September month is different and a special month because it is the first month of service since Amazon made a contract with Twitch. The service of the company is now offering the Twitch subscription free for a month along with Prime Video and Music for the better streaming experience. Amazon is focusing on the small tweaks and putting efforts on rebranding to attract more consumers around the world. However, no major changes have been made after the partnership between both companies.

Any Amazon Prime use can now claim these free games by linking their Twitch and Amazon accounts. Once they link the account, they have to download the Amazon Game Launcher to install the free game. However, if any user doesn’t have an Amazon Prime subscription, they can take the subscription separately that costs $12.99/month.

Among all the games for September, Outcast – Second Contract is at the top in the entire listing of free games. This version of the game is a remake of an open-world game named “Outcast” that was first released in 1999. In the following action role-playing game, players have to discover a mysterious alien world of “Adelphia.” Indeed the remake has been made after 20 years, but Outcast – Second Contact is still popular and has millions of fans around the world. On Steam, it earned up to 85% positive user score, which is a huge achievement for the game.

The “Curve Digital develops two new developed games of this month.” The first game is “Autonauts” where players have to build buildings, colonies, and entire towns. This simulation game starts with a few tools, but after putting efforts for hours, they can build huge factories, farms, and also spaceport. Players have to command some specific characters to complete the process of construction. The second game of Curve Digital is “Pumped BMX Pro.” You can understand the game by its name, where players have to show off their skills.

Effie the 3D adventure game is also available for free this month.  The gameplay and graphics of the game are impressive and inspired by the classic Nintendo 64 and Dreamcast platforms. Players will be able to explore the world in this game.

Tiny Troopers: Joint Ops is an addictive arcade FPS game. In the game, players have to control their troops to put waves on their enemies. Players can play it solo and with friends as well.

Conclusion

It’s the first month of free games after the partnership of Twitch and Amazon. However, now it will be interesting to see what Amazon will offer in the future. Amazon is looking to expand its business in gaming where Twitch already has a great subscriber base around the world.

I’m Anny. I’m a social media manager living in USA. I am a fan of technology, design, and music. I’m also interested in fitness and movies.

Source: Prime Gaming Reveals Top Free Games for September 2020

[heiwanoryu-archive]

RULES:  List five tropes applicable to your character, then tag others to do the same.(Tropes Wiki)  REPOST! DO NOT REBLOG.

Tagged by: No one; a friend linked it to me. Tagging:  YOU.

Badass Bookworm: The Avatar isn't on Robin's level of intelligence or tactical ingenuity, but they do read in their spare time, and while naïve, are far from stupid. By the end of each game, the Avatar will have bested in combat great generals, dangerous criminals, royalty, hulking monsters, shape shifters, reanimated soldiers, seasoned veterans, and depending on the route Garon's dragon form ("Birthright"), a slime monster, an empowered Takumi ("Conquest") and finally their true father, a dragon-god-king ("Revelation").

Badass Princess: The Female Avatar, as she's a part of the Nohrian royalty (and even though she was adopted from Hoshido, she was of royalty there too) and is far from helpless. Also, her initial class is called Nohr Princess.

Blade on a Stick: While the Avatar can't use lances by default without re-classing, it's revealed in the female Avatar's support with Shiro that she's skilled enough with a lance to give him a run for his money. Considering everything the Avatar knows about fighting comes from Xander, a Paladin, it's not surprising.

Blithe Spirit: The Avatar doesn't particularly care if others perceive them as weird when they help out—and thanks to their optimism and social ignorance, they often do come across as such. It's especially notable in Revelation, where they shock everyone by choosing neither side to make their own.

Bond Villain Stupidity: Invoked late in Conquest when they have Ryoma at their mercy. The Avatar tells Garon they should spare him to extend his suffering, although the real reason is because they actually don't want to kill him.

Character Development: All routes give the Avatar different development due to the circumstances in question. To wit:

In Birthright, they grow more and more furious over the atrocities committed by Nohr, but at the same time, becomes all the more resolute in their idealistic beliefs. By the end of the route, they still remain firmly believing in their idealism, but they're much stronger mentally from where they started.

In Conquest, they join Nohr with the noble - if somewhat naive - intention of changing Nohr from within, believing that the war can end quickly if they change Garon for the better. Sadly, it doesn't work out, and the Avatar soon realizes that the only way to save the continent from ruination while changing Nohr from the inside would be to go along with the plan to invade Hoshido. By the time the route reaches its climax, they go from a Wide-Eyed Idealist into somebody who reluctantly cast aside their own ideals in order to change the world for the better. It's to the point that when confronted by a possessed Takumi, the Avatar doesn't even bother to justify their actions and instead accepts Takumi's rage without a second thought.

In Revelation, they get a mix of their Birthright and Conquest development. They are no longer naïve to the happenings of the world and become confident in themselves, but are still kindhearted and optimistic to a fault.

Cultured Badass: The male Avatar isn't just a skilled warrior. He can play the piano, likes poetry, is well-versed in philosophy, and is even said to learn how to sing if he marries Azura. [ I apply this trope to the Female Avatar as well ]

Deadpan Snarker:  The Avatar dishes out their fair share of snark throughout the story.

Azura: Avatar! We have trouble! Nohrian forces are approaching! Avatar: Seriously? We haven't even been here five minutes...

Girly Bruiser: The Female Avatar comes across as this. She's as battle-hardened as her male counterpart, but her female-specific support with characters like Caeldori show that she enjoys girly things like romance novels.

Good Is Not Dumb: As nice and naïve as they are, the Avatar is not stupid. They clearly don't buy Garon's claims that he wasn't trying to kill them with the exploding sword on Conquest, and on Birthright they'll actually list the event as one of the reasons for their defection. In Revelation, they aren't fooled by Anthony's deception, pretend to go along with it and effectively out-gambit him, and later correctly deduce Scarlet's killer based off something only they would know.

Good Is Not Soft: They're no pushover, either. Before the route split, they stand their ground against Garon and, with their dragon powers, intimidate Hans into talking about his assassination attempt, and afterwards they prove they're willing to resort to threats if it can get the job done — even on the lighter route, Birthright.

Hurting Hero: During Conquest, the Avatar's supports with Azura reveal them to be this. To elaborate, they have recurring nightmares over the Hoshidans that have died as a result of their choice, and is having a crisis of morality over just how far the ends justify the means, even believing that they're going to Hell for what they've done. This doesn't stop them from pressing on, however.

Informed Deformity: If Peri is in the Hot Springs with a Female Avatar, she will comment that the latter's body is covered in scars - enough to make her giddy - though this isn't reflected by her character model. Of course, it's possible that they've just faded too much to see outside of very close inspection.

Innocently Insensitive: The Avatar was raised away from the world, and while kind-hearted, occasionally makes a comment or question that seems normal to them, but insults the other person.

Lethal Chef: Per the series' tradition with its Player Characters, the Avatar can't cook at all. They manage to burn tea in their supports with Jakob, and are implied to produce food that tastes like steel (they were taught to cook by Gunter, who can't cook either). This trait is a bit inconsistent with the female Avatar, who reveals herself to be a fairly skilled baker in her Support conversations with Dwyer.

Living Emotional Crutch: It's strongly implied that they are this for several characters.

Nice Guy:

Caeldori: You always put the needs of others before your own. Even when dangerous, you choose mercy, compassion, and kindness over all else.

No Social Skills: The Avatar is a fairly forward individual who sees nothing wrong with behavior others would label "unconventional", such as shouting in a public area. This can be chalked up to their reclusive childhood not giving them the chance to develop normal social skills. Despite this, they still manage to get along with people well enough.

Oblivious to Love: The male Avatar has around half a dozen ladies that can potentially be crushing on him, but he never notices until they flat-out tell him. Camilla and Rhajat drop some very obvious hints about being into him, Hinoka and Felicia have liked him for some time, and Sakura and Azura are implied to fall for him after meeting him for the first time. His failure to notice is Justified given his isolated upbringing and lack of real social interaction.  [ I apply this trope to the Female Avatar as well ]

The Pollyanna: Rain or shine, the Avatar is a perpetual optimist and is rarely in a bad mood. This trait endures throughout Birthright and Revelation (though in the latter, it gets somewhat tempered, due to the dire situation at hand since Anankos was seeking to destroy humanity), but gets utterly crushed in Conquest.

Red Oni, Blue Oni: Red to Azura's Blue. The Avatar isn't exactly hot-headed, but they do tend to make decisions based off their hearts instead of their heads, as well as being openly emotive.

Royalty Superpower: As a descendant of the First Dragons, and in fact the direct child of Anankos, they are able to use Dragon Vein, which will be inherited by any child they become a parent of.

Shared Family Quirks: Orochi states in her support with Ryoma that Mikoto was very fond of sweets just like the Avatar. The Avatar also inherits Anankos's apologetic attitude. Several characters such as Fuga note how the Avatar has the same personalty as their adopted father Sumeragi.

She-Fu: This normally-female trope actually applies to both genders. The Avatar might be the most acrobatic lord in the series; their fighting style incorporates many flips, graceful spins, jumping sword strikes, and rolls.

Skilled, but Naïve: The Avatar is well-known to be naïve despite their skill, as Rinkah and several others refer to them as "that sheltered Nohrian prince(ss)".

Spock Speak: The Female Avatar speaks formally at all times.

Strategy Versus Tactics: Unlike Robin, the Avatar is good with the latter but not the former. While their charisma makes them an excellent leader in skirmishes and the Male Avatar's support with Shiro show he's good at discerning an immediate opponent's strengths and weaknesses, both genders lack the vision to handle large-scale battles. Their supports with Leo in particular showcases this difference, with the Avatar being upset at their inability to command large forces and Leo upset as his inability to command small ones.

Survivor's Guilt: Never outright stated, but it's implied they suffer from this, due to Sumeragi and Mikoto dying to protect them. Their supports with characters like Kaze and Yukimura have them apologizing for surviving Garon's ambush when Sumeragi did not—something they had no control over—they often express doubt over their own worthiness, and they downright panic if they're ever forced to leave allies behind. Depending on the route, they may have to watch even more of their loved ones sacrifice themselves for them, and express a great deal of anguish over that as well.

Sweet Tooth: Several of their supports include them handing candy to the other person, implying they love sweets and keep some on them at all times. Jakob also mentions making some for them in his supports with Effie.

Trying Not to Cry: In late Conquest, when Ryoma kills himself in front of them, they hit a point where they need to walk away and verbally remind themselves that crying now would ruin their facade as Garon's obedient, cold hearted child. It doesn't work, and they shed several chapters' worth of Tears of Remorse.

Unstoppable Rage:It doesn't happen often, but when the Avatar gets pissed, they get pissed. Their mindless, grief-driven rampage in Chapter 5 is perhaps the best example of this, followed up by their Paralogue with their child Kana after seeing them attacked.

In Conquest, when Iago tells the Avatar about all the things he has done under the king's orders to ruin their life in their pre-fight conversation in Ch 26, the Avatar straight up says they will kill him.

Warrior Therapist: The Avatar is always willing to lend an ear to the troubles of their comrades, and will do whatever they can to help.

Weak, but Skilled: While the Avatar is no slouch in battle, and is arguably one of the best fighters in the army, they are far from the strongest, finding themselves bested by more powerful opponents like King Garon, Xander on Birthright or Anankos in Revelation in straight-up single combat. Rather, their greatest strengths are their intelligence and analytical ability; their charisma; their determination; the Yato; and their bonds with the many people that are or grow loyal to them, especially the royal siblings. Their fighting style seems to reflect this trope as well—lots of flips, spins and twists that lack power, but are very fast and hard to dodge.

Wide-Eyed Idealist: The Avatar has a rather hopeful, idealistic view of the world. Depending on what route is chosen, it may or may not be broken by what happens next.

Xander: Mark my words, Avatar... One day an act of kindness may be the death of you. Avatar: Perhaps, but if I'm kind, I will die without regrets.

[adriellej]

You’re not there

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), John Winchester (mentioned but plays a major part)

Summary: Things get out of hand for Dean when he sees a teenage boy and his dad having a good relationship. He struggle to deal with emotions and reader helps him on the way.

Warnings: Well a bit of angst, sorrow, a very hurt Dean, nothing else I think.

Word count: 1.5K+

A/N: This is my entry for Kari’s (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing​) Danish Artists SPN Challenge. I chose You’re not there by Lukas Graham, cool artist btw!! The song has really inspired me a lot to write this fic the way it has been written. Also, such long time ago I ever wrote anything and posted, hope it doesn’t suck completely. 

Everything in bold and italic is song lyrics. Also thanks to @curliesallovertheplace​ for being my beta!

Dean had been acting weird ever since you had said goodbye to the teenage boy and his father. He didn’t really seem to care that you gave him weird looks, or even for that matter seemed to even notice you. But one thing was for sure, he sure as hell wasn’t your ordinary Dean Winchester.

“Dean,” you said with a calm sweet voice, sitting next to him and lightly grabbing his arm. His head turned to you, and his usually beautiful and playful green orbs stared hardly in yours. “What is up with you?” You said calmly as your thumb was stroking his arm, trying hard not to poke the resting bear.

“Y/N what are you talking about? Is your mind running off with you again?” His voice was cold and lacking every sort of sign of how he was feeling. But he did the same thing as usual, turning it away from him, making it seem like it is everyone else it’s wrong with.

“You have been acting off ever since we left that boy and his dad, Dean.” You said as you looked him deeply in the eyes, not letting this one go. His stare changed for a second and he swallowed thickly.

“I haven’t. Can you please go get some whiskey?” He avoided your statement completely, not even assessing the situation he was putting you in. You did as told, and let it be… for now.

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You had woken up and known exactly what to do. You had gotten Dean out in Baby and made him drive where you said he had to go. By the time you asked him to stop the confusion hit him.

“What are we doing here?” His voice was deep and if you didn’t know better a bit of fear seemed to be there too.

“Get out,” you commanded him and got out yourself, walking over to his side. “C’mon get out,” you said as you had opened his door. He hesitantly got out and you shut the door behind the two of you and pushed him forward.

“Y/N, why are we in a cemetery? What are we doing here, I don’t understand,” he continued to look confused at you.

“You have to talk to your dad, and there is no better way than talking to his grave,” your hard look at him didn’t do anything to what Dean’s reaction was.

“I am not going to talk to my dad. This is stupid. Get back in the damn car!” He commanded you angrily. He went back to Baby and his hand went to where the key should be sitting in the ignition.

“Is these what you are looking for?” You said as you shook the keys hanging from your finger, his head whipped in your direction and he was everything but happy.

“Give those back. Now!” His voice was stern, and he looked at you with anger and despair at the same time as he got out of Baby again.

“Dean we’re not leaving until you have talked to your dad. You have been acting completely different ever since we left that boy and his dad. I figured it’s because you didn’t have the same kind of relation to your dad, as they had. Dean you don’t have to play tough guy, it’s okay to hurt sometimes,” you said with sincerity as you walked closer to him. “Now go talk to him,” you encouraged him.

“What am I even supposed to say, huh?” His scepticism shined through every part of him.

“Whatever you are feeling,” you pushed him towards John’s grave.

“So I am supposed to just go up and say, hey Dad listen, you’ve been shit at being there as any other dad would have been for his sons?” Dean yelled loud enough to wake the entire cemetery from the dead. You shook your head and kept pushing him towards John’s grave, you knew that it might not help, but it was worth a try to get back your Dean. “Fine, but I swear we are leaving as soon as I say we are,” his voice had calmed, but he was surely still angry with you. You nodded to let him know that you were fine with this.

Dean walked towards his dad’s grave as you stayed back, leaving everything to him.

“Uh… so… hey Dad, uh… I feel like…” Dean looked concentrated at the grave as he tried to speak. “No, okay this is stupid, I have tried and I am leaving,” Dean said as his arms went out to both sides of him, as he walked towards you.

“Dean, no. Please just really try, what would you say to me?” You said as you tried pushing him without putting too much pressure on him. His eyes looked at you like he was ready to snatch the keys from your hand and walk away, but he sighed and started talking.

I only got you in my stories,

and you know I tell them right.

I remember you and I, when I’m awake at night.

So give it up for fallen glory,

I never got to say goodbye.

I wish I could ask for just a bit more time

“Dad, what happened? Where did you go? Where did the times go, where it was just you and I hunting together? I have nothing but stories and memories from you. When Sam and I talk about some of the times you went hunting when we were kids, I tell stories of how awesome of a dad I thought you were, and how great of a job you did keeping us safe. But Dad you left us. You left me! You were everything I had when Sam left for college, and we were creating history together. You didn’t even give me the chance to say goodbye to you!” You had never seen Dean so upset before, all the sorrow and misery he was feeling, finally being let go of, was almost too much to bear to see him so cast down.

Every step I take, you used to lead the way.

Now I’m terrified to face it on my own.

You’re not there,

to celebrate the man that you made.

You’re not there,

to share in my success and mistakes.

Is it fair?

You’ll never know the person I’ll be.

You’re not there,

with me.

“I am scared everyday. I don’t know if what I am doing is right, you used to be the one to tell me what to do, back when everything was so damn simple as to go do a salt and burn, and now suddenly I’ve had the apocalypse on my hands! You don’t see the person you’ve made, the man you have created. I am not like you, and I am not like Sam or Mom. Hell half of the time I don’t even know who I am or what the hell I am doing! I’m alone without you here, Dad. I needed you and you left because you couldn’t let me go. But let me tell you the truth, sometimes I wish you could have been here instead!” Dean’s eyes became glazed over and tears slowly started falling, sliding down his cheeks. The scene in front of you, made you want to hold him and let him know he wasn’t alone, but you hesitated, it might not be the thing he wanted. Your mind was elsewhere as you walked over to him and let your hands rest on Dean’s shoulders, and he looked at you. The hurt in his eyes was what he was really feeling, and you were happy that he would let it out, even though it hurt you to watch.

“I needed you and you left like it wasn’t even a hard choice! You took away the chance for us to say goodbye to you, for us to talk things through. Like it wasn’t hard enough losing Mom like that, then you too? I just don’t get why,” his voice trailed off with the tears silently running down his face. His shoulders slumped down and he seemed to fall apart. The silence fell over the two of you as his tears stopped and his breathing calmed.

You didn’t stand like that for long before Dean cleared his throat and picked himself up. His back straightened up and he put back on his mask of being a tough guy, and acting like everything was fine.

“So should we head home again?” He asked, his voice slightly off from normal.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you gave him a small smile and handed him the keys to Baby. As you drove off Dean put on Bon Jovi’s Dead or Alive, and a smile spread on his lips as the words from the song spilled from his lips. Sure he had put on his mask once again, but he surely wasn’t the man you had seen a couple hours before. His eyes weren’t as dull, there was a lot more life in them. The man you loved looked more alive than he had in a long time.

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[ellanainthetardis]

I love your last prompt! You could write another one where Lyssa doesn't understand how Effie can be attracted by Haymitch because of his "plain" looks. And Effie explains to her all the reasons why H is much more attractive than her husband!

Here you go ! [X]

Comparing Husbands

“I do not see why we could not take the car.”Effie hissed, tugging him out of the way of a lamppost. This was a bad ideafrom start to finish. Haymitch was wastedand if she had initially caved to his insistence they could walk from theparty to the Center to avoid making a scene, she was regretting her decisionwith every passing minute.  

“’Cause I wanna walk.” he slurred, tossing hisarm around her shoulders and drawing her close to his side. She consideredpushing him away but in the end, she surrendered, if only because it was easierto support him that watch him stumble every two steps. The hand on her shoulderwas playing with the strap of her dress, toying with the diamond clasp holdingit in place.

“Stop this.” she commanded. “I do not want tofind myself topless in the street and I do not believe you would enjoy everypasserby ogling me.”

It took a moment for him to process that butthen he left the diamond clasp alone, curling his arm around her neck insteadso the tips of his fingers were brushing her breast with every step.

“Pretty tits are just for me.” he chuckled,leaning in to butt his head against hers. “Your ass is so perky tonight,sweetheart… I’m going to fuck you so hard…”

“You are most certainly not.” she scoffed. “Do not be vulgar.”

“You love it when I’m vulgar.” he accused. “Youlove it too when I put my dick in…”

“Stop. Righthere.” she warned again, glancing around.

She had been sticking to smaller streets eventhough the great avenue would have been quicker. The hour was playing in theirfavor, at this time people were busy having fun, not wandering the streets. Therewere a few people mingling around in front of bars and clubs but they remainedmainly unnoticed for now – which was for the best given the way he was slumpedon her.

“Must hurt having that pole in the ass all thetime.” he mocked. “Loosen up, sweetheart. More kids are dead, the Capitol’scheering, we’re still alive and we’re going to fuck like rabbits tonight just so you can pretend it’s not eatingyou alive.”

“I hatewhen you behave like this.” she retorted, more sad than angry. She wished hewould speak lower though but she knew there was no point in asking. He was toofar gone. She should have let him have a few more glasses. Then he wouldn’t havebeen confrontational but downright clingy. It was easier to maneuver when allhe wanted was cuddles and not arguments.

“Like what? Like the human garbage you peoplemade me?” he sneered. “You’re disappointed, Princess? I’m not the dashingknight in armor you wanted me to be? Can still fuck you alright. Could show youright now.”

He suddenly pushed her toward a back alley andshe tripped on her high heels and almost lost her footing. She caught herselfon a shop’s display window but hestumbled and fell. He couldn’t have hurt himself because he barely put a kneedown but it was enough to sober him up a little. He glanced up at her, a flashof something vulnerable on his face, then it was gone. He clumsily stood up andbowed his head a little.  

“You’re hurt?” he asked, it was harsh but therewas enough guilt in there that she knew he was sorry.

“No.” she sighed. “We are not far now.  Behave.”

She didn’t make it sound as an order, more likea request, and he hesitated but eventually nodded submissively. Alcohol wastaking its toll, he was getting tired. That was good news. He would be lesseager to fight.

“Effie!”

The call of her name had her instinctivelylooking up and past his shoulder to the car parked a few feet away and to thecouple standing right next to it.

“Fabulous.”she grumbled under her breath, plastering a blinding smile on her lips as hersister and her brother-in-law made their way toward them. How much of thatlittle stunt had they seen? Clearly enough that Lyssa had a worried frown onher face.

“Are you alright, darling?” Lyssandra asked,kissing the air next to her cheeks in a hurry. “We saw…” She stopped becausepropriety forbade her from mentioning the dark alley that had been Haymitch’starget. “Are you alright?”

Her sister eyed Haymitch warily, making sure tokeep Rufus between herself and him. Rufus didn’t look any more impressed by hervictor.

“Perfectly fine, thank you.” Effie laughed. “Itis the most stupid thing… Those heels are killing me and I tripped. Haymitchtried to hold me back but we weren’t really successful. Haymitch, I am not sureyou have ever met my sister…”

“Sister.” he repeated, the word slurred. He wasmaking an effort to sober up fast,she could tell, because being in the presence of unknown Capitols was never good in his book and he probablyhad picked up on her nervousness and latent hostility.

“Lyssandra.” her older sister offered and thenseemed to think better of the complicated name in the mouth of an obviouslydrunk man. “Lyssa. And this is myhusband…”

“You’re a Gamemaker.” Haymitch growled, peeringat Rufus, before she had time to complete the introductions.

“JuniorGamemaker.” Effie automatically corrected while Rufus preened like a peacock.It was his second year and, if what she had heard from the rumor mills wasexact, it would also be his last. Seneca wasn’t pleased with him.

“You really think there’s a difference?”Haymitch snorted at her with open disgust.

“Behave.” she warned in a low voice.

Lyssa was watching them with acute attentionand Effie knew she was seeing everythingmost people usually overlooked. Their body language, no matter how discretethey always were, must have given them away to who knew how to look.

“Where is your car?” her sister asked. “Surely they give escorts and victorscars? You should not walk around alone at night, Effie, you never know whatcould happen! Why, Mother would have a fit if she knew…”

“Maybe they are making cuts for Twelve.” Rufusjoked, chuckling at his own joke like the arrogant jerk he was. “It isn’t likethat District is really useful after all.”

Haymitch bristled and Effie automaticallylooped her arm around his, digging her nails in his flesh to keep him calm.

“I am not alone.”she hissed at her sister. “I am surprised you would think they could refuseDistrict teams money, Rufus. Certainly it they were short they would get rid ofunnecessary employees first. Why,Seneca was just telling me the othernight it was time to… renew, shall wesay, some of the staff.”

Her sister’s frown deepened but Rufusunderstood what she was implying very well.

“Some escorts are getting a bit old, surelythat is what he meant.” he replied, lifting his eyebrows. “They are not asgorgeous as they used to be. Plus, they grow arrogant with age. They think they are witty when all they are is pathetic.”

“You little…” Haymitch growled but he stoppedwhen Effie dug her nails deeper in the flesh of his arm.

Her smile was bright, her expression bubbly asever. “It is a lucky thing my job issecured, then, don’t you think?”

“I suppose you have arguments most don’t.”Rufus shrugged, a small sneer on his lips. His eyes lingered on Haymitch just asecond enough for the innuendo to sink in. Or perhaps he meant Seneca. Therewere rumors about them too. Well. Shecertainly had arguments Rufus wouldn’t have when the Head Gamemaker fired him.

“If you will excuse us.” she cheerfullydeclared. “We still have quite a walk ahead. It is such a pleasant night…”

“Do not be ridiculous. We will give you aride.” Lyssa cut in. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

And she wouldn’t.

They were ushered to their limo despiteHaymitch’s protests that he would go on alone and meet her at the penthouse –something she didn’t want to hearabout.

Rufus helped Lyssa in the car and then placedhis hand at the small of Effie’s back under the pretence of doing the samething. She immediately went rigid, knowing what would follow. She shot him anicy glare but it didn’t stop the hand from slowly drifting south until…

“You take your dirty paw off her right now oryou’re gonna be missing a hand very soon.” Haymitch growled right behind her,his fingers possessively curling around her hipbone.

She rolled her eyes at the testosterone displaybut was secretly a bit pleased by her victor’s reaction.

For a second, she thought Rufus would engagebut then he glanced in the car at Lyssa, who was oblivious to what was goingon, and shrugged. “I was just trying to help.”

He climbed in and sat next to his wife, leavingHaymitch and Effie to sit on the other bench seat. Haymitch was in a bad moodnow. He was still drunk but his head was clearer, she thought, and he waswatching their interactions like a hawk. She and Lyssa made small talk for theduration of the short – and yet seemingly endless – ride. Rufus was holding hersister’s hand, his eyes focused on the streets passing by the window.

Lyssa did her best to be nice to Haymitch whoseemed to recognize the genuine attempt at being friendly for what it was andanswered in kind. Effie didn’t like it. She didn’t like Lyssa near any of herboyfriends – not that Haymitch fellinto that category. Still, when the discussion between them became lessstrained and she felt her victor relax next to her, her hand ended up on histhigh without her planning it.

He stared at her ring clad fingers for a while,not quite understanding what she was doing.

The possessive claim wasn’t lost on her sisterthough. Lyssa swiftly engaged her ina conversation and left Haymitch out of it.

She hadn’t planned on Lyssa and Rufus followingthem inside the Center but Rufus declared he wanted to check in with the GamesHeadquarters – Effie suspected all he wanted was some time alone at the bar –and he suggested Lyssa went up to the penthouse with her sister for a drink.

Haymitch looked annoyed but it would have beenrude to refuse, so they all exited the car.

She was focused on making sure Haymitch didn’tmake too much a fool of himself in front of the crowd of fans but she couldhear people screaming for Lyssa, asking pictures and autographs… It irritatedher to no end. Lyssa had been a mediocre model for a couple of years and shewas only a Gamemaker’s wife. She wasthe escort. She was the most famous.

“Envy’s not a good look on you.” Haymitchtaunted in her ear, once they reached the Center’s doors and slipped inside.Her sister joined them in the elevator a moment later, her cheeks pink underher make-up.

The mindless chatter with Lyssa about fashion housesclearly worn him out because when the elevator chimed to let them know theywere on Twelve’s floor, the first thing he did was run for his life, barelymumbling he was going to bed and foregoing the liquor cart in the living-roomaltogether.

On one hand, Effie was glad he would be out ofher siren sister’s presence, on the other she wouldn’t have minded the company.

Lyssa sat down on the couch with obviouspleasure at the prospect of some sisterly time. Effie tried avoiding as much ofthat as possible without hurting her sister’s feelings but she knew Lyssandramissed her and didn’t understand why she was constantly pulling away – shedidn’t quite know herself, her feelings on the matter were too complex to beproperly deciphered.

Lyssa accepted the glass of white wine Effiehanded her with a quiet thank you, covertly studying her.

“Dosay what you want to say.” she sighed. Better Lyssandra tell it to her than report to their mother foradvice on how to breach the subject. Thenher mother would be all over this and the furthest Elindra stayed of hercomplicated relationship with Haymitch, the easiest Effie’s life was.  

“We saw him trying to push you in that alley.”The words rushed out of Lyssandra’s mouth like she couldn’t say them fast enough.“We thought… We thought he would hurtyou.”

“Never.” she snapped, taking a sip of her wine beforesitting down next to her sister, her back rod straight and her bearings regal.It still didn’t compare with Lyssa’s natural elegance. Lyssa was born a lady.Effie was just trying to pretend she was one. “We were simply having fun. Itripped.”

“He pushedyou. He had his hands all over you.”Lyssa insisted. “And he was drunk.What if…”

“I would have said no and he would have stopped.” she cut her off. “There is no issuehere.”

“You sound verysure of yourself.” her sister hesitated.

“I am.”she stated. “It is not the first time he is that drunk and it is not the firsttime he finds me attractive. He never went further than what I was willing togive. Haymitch is a lot of things but he is not a brute, Lyssa. And, believe itor not, unlike others, he respectswomen.”

If Lyssandra understood what she was implying,she didn’t let on. Effie was becoming tired of Rufus’ inability to keep hishands to himself. Ever since he had become a Gamemaker, the problem had grownworse. It was like he felt entitledto the women he slept with behind her sister’s back. He could be a problem, she thought. He gave her that vibesometimes, this primitive clenching of her guts that told her she had betterstay away from him because he wasn’ta nice man. She had never ever feltthat uncomfortable with Haymitch.

The problem might be coming from her, though.The rest of the world seemed oblivious to her brother-in-law’s flaws.

Lyssa took a sip of wine and averted her eyes. “Youdo not seem to be immune to him… The way you behave with him…” He is mine and not yours to play with,she wanted to growl but she simply smiled and declined to answer, preferringdrinking her own wine instead. Faced with her silence, Lyssa cleared herthroat. “It is just… He is so… I won’t deny he used to be handsome in hisyouth. Why, he was quite the Capitol’s sweetheart for a while, wasn’t he? Notquite Finnick Odair, of course, but… Yes, he was handsome. And I know you were always partial to his charms soperhaps it is why you are still attracted to him now.”

“He is handsome still.” she retorted, a warningin her voice her sister either didn’t recognize or plainly bypassed.

“He couldbe, perhaps.” Lyssa granted with a small pout. “The facial hair would have togo or be styled… And the hair… The hair should be trimmed and washed. Thegeneral attitude would have to be adjusted too. The clothes are elegant enough,your work I suppose, but truly there ismore fashionable. He isn’t very muscular, is he? Broad shoulders, yes, but hischest doesn’t look very firm… As it is, he is quite… plain.”

“Plain?” she repeated, half scoffing the word.

“Well…” her sister winced. “You cannot deny…Compare with Rufus, for instance…”

“I would rather not.” she huffed. “I wouldchoose Haymitch a thousand times over.”

“Over someone like Rufus?” Lyssandra gasped, eyes growing wide. “Darling, your victorisn’t worth a Capitol man.”

Her sister’s laughter rattled her the wrongway.

“You are right.” she declared. “He is worth twice that.”

His eyes only would be enough for her. His greyeyes could be hard like a stormy sky but they could be soft too. She loved them.She loved his hands. She loved the way his calloused palms touched her. Sheloved his voice. The gruff but direct things he whispered to her in the dead ofnight. She loved the pale blond hair on his chest, she loved running herfingers through it because it was manlyin a way waxed chests weren’t. She loved his strength and the knowledge thatwhile he had the power to use it against her he never would. She loved otherparts of him. Parts that had her worshipping them on her knees or arching herback in rapture.

Lyssandra laughed as if it was a joke. Maybe toher, it was.

“He must be very good at some things.” hersister grinned.

Probably better thanyour husband, shewanted to retort.

“Why, I have no idea what you mean.” she liedinstead, playing the dumb ingénue. It was her favorite role.

Minutes were slow to tick by and it took Rufusforever to come and collect his wife. Effie felt exhausted when the elevatordoors closed on them, and slightly ill-at-ease in her own skin, as usual whenshe was left too long in her sister’s company.

She wandered to his room without consciousthought, pushing the door open without knocking. She wasn’t surprised to findthe lamp on the bedside table on, even though he was sprawled on his stomach onthe bed, eyes closed – he disliked sleeping in the dark. His clothes were in aheap next to the bed but he hadn’t bothered with sweatpants. She let her eyestrail on his naked ass that wasn’t as firm as it used to be when they hadstarted sleeping together and she decided that it should be on the list too.She loved his ass, as crass as it was for a lady to acknowledge such things.She had taken a bite enough times to prove it. She liked leaving her markthere, the reddish lines of her teeth on tanned skin for him to remember herby…

She picked up the dirty clothes and tossed themon the growing pile waiting on the chair for him to actually put them in thehamper.

“They’re gone?” he mumbled. It was still a bitslurred but there was no comparing to when they had left the party.

“How drunk are you?” she asked.

He opened his eyes and studied her for a minutebefore rolling on his back, displaying himself in all his naked glory. Howsomeone could say he wasn’t handsome or attractive, she didn’t know.

“Not enough you should feel bad about doingme.” he snorted.

She rolled her eyes but kicked her heels off,forgetting to accuse him of being presumptuous. The wig was quickly removed andtossed carelessly on the side just because she knew it would please him, thenshe let the dress fall at her feet.

He didn’t move or try to help undress her, hesimply watched, his eyes straight on her even when she crawled on him andsettled on his thighs, straddling him. Not his favorite position but hetolerated it for now.

Another thing she loved was the way he alwayslooked at her when she was naked and ready for him. Lust and desire and awebattling in his gaze. Nobody had ever looked at her that way when she wasn’twearing a wig or some make-up. He would have to compose with the make-uptonight, she didn’t want to take the time to remove it.

“Tell me I am beautiful.” she requested.

Annoyance flashed in his eyes at the commandingtone.

“Fishing for compliments, yeah?” he taunted,reaching out to coil a blonde curl around his finger. He loved her hair. Shedidn’t understand why. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. You know, you are.”

“More than Lyssa?” she insisted.

His eyebrows furrowed a little and then heshrugged.

“Don’t know.” he admitted “I didn’t really lookat her. Too busy watching that guy drooling all over you. What’s the deal withthat?”

“He is a jerk.” she explained. “And everyonethinks he hung the moon, including my sister. Although everyone thinks she hung the moon too.”

“You don’t like her.” he commented.

“No.” she protested immediately. “I love her. Ido. It is just… complicated.”

“Her husband wants to fuck you.” he scowled.

“Language.” she chided him. “I very much do not want to sleep with her husband.”

His scowl deepened. “I don’t like him. Didn’tlike the way he was watching you. Gave me the creeps.”

“As usual, we are of one mind.” she sighed.

“When are we ever of one mind?” he mocked.

“We are on some things.” she argued. “Now. I seem to remember you sayingsomething about fucking me so hard…”

In a swift move, he rolled them over and shewas trapped under his body, his mouth on hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissedback with all she had worth.

[the-silver-sunrise]

Setting Up (Tales from the Lost Souls’ #1)

Riverhold. What was originally a fortress built on the western point of the explored world, grew into a massive city and a central hub to the dozens of surrounding towns and villages. The city was a haven for adventurers from across the world seeking treasures and knowledge hidden in the unexplored Wildlands.

Of course, if there’s anything adventurers love as much as treasure, it’s a good bar or tavern where they can gather information or simply enjoy drinks with friends. One such bar is The Lost Souls’ Rest. A simple bar on an unassuming side street opened by a retired adventurer to cater to the needs of an ever growing city.

Julia smiled as she looked upon the plain sign above the bar doors. The barmaid had spent the past week alone in her home due to a required vacation from work and now she was eager to get back to serving drinks. A sharp gust of wind pushed her towards the door and Julia hurried inside.

She stopped in the porch before walking into the bar proper. Julia took a second to brush her long, black hair out of her face before opening the inner door to see her two co-workers already preparing for the new work day.

“Good afternoon.” Julia said to the room. The girl behind the bar poked her head up when she heard the door open but the boy by the tables didn’t seem to react.

Effy, the young blonde girl behind the bar, waved enthusiastically “Hey, Jules! How was your time off?” She asked.

Effy was Julia’s manager and the daughter of Sven, the owner of the Lost Souls’ Rest. Despite being only fifteen years old, Effy had shown great talent and interest in her father’s bar and had been brought on as Sven eased his way into retirement. She wore a white shirt with a black skirt under a black apron, the same uniform that Julia wore to work, and around her neck was a blue crystal pendant.

“Good, thanks.” Julia replied as she closed the door behind her and took a seat at the bar. “I think I just needed a little break. Did you manage without me?”

“More or less.” Guy answered from across the room. “I’m still learning the drinks.”

Guy was the newest employee at the Lost Souls’, having only been working there for two months. He was also quite young but, unlike Effy, he at least looked old enough to be working in a bar. Since his hair matched the black shirt of his uniform, Effy had made him wear a yellow bow tie to add some color, similar to the red neckerchief that Julia wore.

Julia smiled at Guys direction, despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at her. “Well, thank you very much, Guy. I really appreciate it.”

Guy glanced up at her and waved idly. “Whatever.” He pulled a cloth out of his pocket and started wiping the table in front of him “Happy to help.”

Effy stifled a laugh and gave Guy a snide look. “You were definitely NOT happy to help.”

“Of course I wasn’t!” Guy snapped back. He had stopped what he was doing and turned to face Effy. “You just sprang the extra time on me out of nowhere. If you’d at least told me the day before Jules wasn’t going to be here I’d have been okay with it.”

Effy turned her head in annoyance and huffed audibly. “Stop being such a baby.” She chided, “You’re supposed to be adaptable in this line of work.”

Choosing to leave the pair to their argument, Julia stood up from her seat and went into the back room that doubly served as Sven’s office and cloak room for the staff. She took off her coat and hung it on one of the hooks on the wall, next to a torn black jacket that Julia assumed was Guys.

Julia took a minute to check her uniform. She made sure that her shirt was tucked properly into her skirt and that her neckerchief was tight enough. Happy that she was presentable enough for work, she pulled an apron from its hook on the wall and put it on. As she tied the cord around her waist, Julia noticed that the desk in the corner of the room was clean, as if it hadn’t been used today.

She stepped back into the bar floor. Guy and Effy had finished the argument and had gone back to setting up in silence. “Effy, is your dad not coming in today?” Julia asked.

Effy looked up, surprised, as if she’d forgotten Julia was there. “No.” She answered after a second of silence, “He wasn’t feeling well this morning. He said he might come in later but for now he’s left it to me.”

Julia’s expression turned worried. Sven didn’t get sick very often. “Oh, that’s not good. Well, tell him I said ‘Get well soon’ okay?” She said to Effy.

“Will do.” Effy answered with an idle thumbs up as she returned to checking the stock.

Julia watched the two of them work for a minute before Guy casually walked to the bar. “Okay. Tables are ready. What next?” He asked.

“Make sure the bathrooms are clean.” Effy answered from beneath the bar.

“Got it.” Guy nodded and turned towards the two bathrooms in the back corner of the room.

“Wait a second.” Julia said before Guy took a step “Let me take care of that, Guy. You sit down for a bit.” She walked forward but was stopped by Effy’s arm outstretched, blocking her way.

“Hang on, Julia. Let Guy take the bathrooms. Then he gets to sit.” She tried to give a genuine smile but Effy was radiating smugness.

Guy looked at Effy with a single raised eyebrow. “What’s in there?” He asked.

Effy met Guy’s suspicion with a wry smile. “See for yourself.” She said, pointing him towards the bathroom doors.

Guy sighed audibly and walked to the bathrooms, his earlier confidence shaken and replaced with trepidation. Julia leaned close to Effy and whispered, “What’s in there?”

Effy let out a little chuckle before answering. “Dad and I were the ones closing up last night. I ‘forgot’ to clean the bathrooms. Whatever was in there smelled pretty bad and now it’s had twelve hours to turn really bad.”

They both watched intently as Guy reluctantly opened the door to the men’s bathroom. He didn’t even take a step in before exclaiming “Oh God!” and slamming the door shut.

Effy immediately started laughing loudly despite Guy’s glares at her. Julia made sure to turn away to hide her own laughter. “Why!? What did I do?!” Guy shouted in exasperation.

It took a minute, but eventually Effy answered Guy’s question through her laughter, “You didn’t do anything. You’ve actually been pretty good lately. This was just to remind you how bad it can get if you slack off.”

Guy muttered something under his breath that Julia couldn’t hear from across the room, but she thought she made out the words ‘devil woman’. She decided that he’d had enough abuse for now. “It’s alright, Guy. I’ll help you” she said as she walked past Effy towards Guy.

“Thank you.” Guy said, sounding like a dying man who had just been given a loaf of bread.

Effy continued laughing to herself as Julia coaxed Guy into the bathroom. Eventually, she went back to what she was doing, organizing the various drinks and ingredients they kept behind the bar. After a few minutes she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening followed by quick footsteps. She looked up from the bar just in time to see Guy dash out of the back door. Julia stepped out after another minute, shared a smile with Effy, and went into the women’s restroom.

With nothing else to do until either of her employees returned, Effy checked over the different glasses. She noticed one was chipped at the rim so she took it into the back room and left it on her dad’s desk to remind her to either get it fixed or replaced later. On her way back, she saw Julia leave the bathrooms. Effy walked up to her and was immediately assaulted by a ghastly odor.

“Hang on. Before you do anything Jules…” Effy said before turning to the back door, “Hey, Guy! Get in here!”

Julia stayed where she was. Guy came back in and shambled up to where they were standing. True to Effy’s suspicions, Guy smelled just as bad as Julia.

“Stand still for a second.” Effy commanded as she held her crystal pendant lightly with one hand. She waved her other hand in the direction of Julia and Guy while muttering words that Julia couldn’t quite make out. After a few seconds of standing awkwardly, Effy’s pendant started to glow faintly and Julia noticed the distinct smell of lemons.

Effy brought her hands down, “There,” She declared happily, “Couldn’t have you two smelling like that all day. The alcohol can only cover up so much.”

“Thanks, Effy” Julia said with a smile.

Guy started walking away before turning over his shoulder and saying “Yeah, thanks. I’m still gonna take a minute outside if that’s alright.” Without waiting for an answer, he strolled out of the back door.

Julia and Effy sat at one of the tables. “I hope whoever did that went to see a doctor afterwards. Vomit shouldn’t be that color.” Julia remarked, gesturing back to the men’s restroom.

Effy shrugged “I dunno. I didn’t catch whoever it was. You can get some air too, if you want.”

Julia shook her head “No, I’m okay. I’ve worked here long enough that the smells don’t bother me much. Plus, I don’t have a great nose in the first place.”

“Great.” Effy replied before snapping her fingers in realization. “Oh yeah. So I added a couple things to the menu while you were gone. Take a look.” She picked up the menu on the table and handed it to Julia.

Julia looked over the menu. Most of the entries were drinks she was familiar with but one in particular caught her eye. “’Sea Breeze’. That’s a new one, right?”

Effy nodded enthusiastically “Yep. It’s about two thirds cranberry juice with the last third a split between grapefruit juice and vodka. You serve it on the rocks with a lime slice.” While talking, Effy was moving her arms as if she was preparing an invisible drink to highlight her explanation. “It sounds like a nice, summery drink. Might do well as it gets warmer.”

“Good idea.” Julia said, putting the menu back on the table. “I might try one of those later today.”

Effy opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the back door opening and Guy walking up to them “Okay, I think I’m good now. What else needs doing?” He asked.

Effy looked around the room. To Julia it seemed as if she was working through a checklist in her head. After a few seconds, Effy said “uhh… I think we’re good to go. Are you guys ready to open?”

Julia stood up from her chair “Uh huh.” She answered.

Guy made a show of stretching his arms before saying “Sure.”

“Cool.” Effy responded while standing up herself. “Hey, Jules. There’s a couple more new things on the menu. Just call me if you don’t know something.”

Julia walked behind the bar and began checking where everything was. “Will do, Boss.” She called out as Effy jogged to the front door.

Effy turned the sign on the window from ‘closed’ to ‘open’ and opened the outer doors of the front porch wide. “Alright!” She exclaimed to the room, “We are officially open!”

Guy coughed to accent the silence that followed Effy’s statement. “And now we hang around for an hour before someone comes in.” He said, taking a seat at one of the tables.

Julia leaned on the bar and laughed, “It could be worse. At least when it’s quiet we can relax.”

“I guess.” Effy conceded as she sat at the bar. “I’d still be nice if we were more popular.”

The door opened a few minutes later and Julia smiled at her first customer of the day. “Welcome to the Lost Souls’ Rest. What can I get for you?”

[ellanainthetardis]

prompt: the guys take haymitch to a strip club, but he doesnt like it and just wants to go home and be with effie, so he does ( you can make it smut if you want)

I did want xD Get ready for the crack crappy smut ‘cause I still can’t write that but watch me try [X]

Striptease

Effie glanced up at the clock when she heardthe chime of the elevator and made a face before quickly crushing the bud ofher cigarette in the ashtray. It was early still, much earlier than Haymitchusually came back. She barely had time to feel around her purse for the smallbottle of perfume and to spray some in the air to mask the odor of tobacco –she didn’t fancy a lecture on smoking that night. The ashtray was deftly hiddenunder a magazine.

When her victor stumbled in the room, itappeared as though she was filing her nails.

“Busy night, I see.” he mocked, going straightfor the liquor cart.

“Haven’t you had enough?” she rebuked,wrinkling her nose. “Where were you? You smell… even worse than usual.”

And it was putting it mildly. He smelt like sweatand smoke and liquor.

“Strip club.” he mumbled, pouring himself awhiskey. “Chaff and Jo’s great idea.”

She wasn’t quick enough to hide her annoyanceand he lifted his eyebrows at the irritated look she shot him. She filed hernail harder – and she would have to make an appointment at the beauty parlorthe next day because she was ruiningher manicure – focusing on the task rather than on him.

“I see.” she huffed. “I won’t ask if you hadfun then, will I? I do hope you werediscreet at least. It won’t do for Twelve’s good name to be dragged in the mudbecause its victor visits houses of ill-repute.”

He chuckled, perching himself on the armrest ofthe couch instead of properly sitting next to her. “Twelve’s got no good nameand I said strip club not brothel… Might have been a special orderon the menu though. Can’t say. I left when the dancers became too friendly.” Hecoiled his free hand around the back of her neck, squeezing once. “Why the longface, sweetheart… You’re jealous?”

“Hardly.” she huffed, shrugging his hand off.“Why did you leave then?”

“Don’t like having women on my lap.” hesnorted. “Even if they’re naked and ready for the taking.”

The image he was describing made her blood boilfor exactly no good reason at all. She snatched the glass of whiskey from hishand and stood up, storming to the window and taking a sip of the liquor. Itdid nothing to cool her temper. She hatedwhiskey – so obviously it had to behis poison of choice.

“Hit a nerve, did I?” he smirked and herirritation grew when she realized he was amusedby her reaction. “Don’t like the idea of me looking at pretty young nakedthings? Should have seen them, sweetheart… Perky breasts, tight nipples… Firmasses… And the legs…”

“Will you stop?” she snapped. “I have nointerest in listening to this. You are a pig.”

And the idea of him doing exactly that, of him watching women wrigglingand writhing in front of him, begging for his attention…

“Maybe.” he granted, dropping in the seat shehad  just vacated. “You’re going to giveme my booze back?”

“No.” she declared, taking a pointed sip fromhis glass. “You do not deserve it.”

Damn him, his smirk and his twinklingeyes.

He knewshe was annoyed and he also knew whyalthough the reason would remain unvoiced and unaddressed as usual. There werethings too dangerous to be acknowledged. As long as they could pretend…

“You’ve got the best ass this side of thecountry.” he said, almost placating. “Didn’t see a better one.”

“This side of the country?” she repeated with ahuff. “Haymitch, I have been elected sexiest woman of the year, three years ina row. I do think I look a littlebetter than mere strippers.”

He chuckled. “What year was that?”

She narrowed her eyes at him and he lifted hishands in a defensive gesture. He was in a good mood, she observed, and shewondered what exactly had happened at that club.

“Are you sure you did not enjoy it?” she asked,trying to keep the ice out of her voice because she had no business policinghim. He was free to enjoy whatever he wanted to enjoy and to do whatever hewanted to do.

“Enjoyed the view for a while.” he admittedwith a shrug. “Then it got boring. It’s like foreplay with no actual… You know.”

A little assuaged by that, she took another sipof whiskey. “You are not fond of foreplay.”

“Depends with whom.” he smirked. “Can’t say Iwouldn’t like you stripping for me…”

“I do not think you deserved that either.” she commented.

He tilted his head to the side and watched her,the smirk deepening a little. “Kept my hands to myself.”

“Common decency is hardly a feat worth atreat.” she declared, finishing the liquor and abandoning the glass on a tablenext to a vase for the Avoxes to clean up.

“Kept imaging it was you in front of me…” hecontinued, his voice dropping to a rough tone that always made her a little aroused – not that she wouldadmit that much. “Say, you can do the stuff on the pole?”

“Since there is no pole in the penthouse, youare unlikely to find out.” she hummed – and immediately put it on her to-dolist to take some discreet classes because one could not have too many skills.

“I’ve been dying to fuck you since that girltried to rub her ass on me.” he told her.

It was crass. And awful. And she shouldn’t havebeen as arousing as she found it to be.

“Let me make sure I understand…” she growled.“I should let you take me to bed because you are turned on by another womantrying to seduce you?”

He slumped a little on the couch, his gaze byfar too knowing. “Lose the wig.”

His voice wasn’t as much teasing as commandingnow and her automatic response was to lick her lips. “I am not playing thisgame, Haymitch.”

They stared at each other steadily for a whileand the certainty she read in his eyes angered her. He was convinced she wouldcave.

“Lose the wig.” he repeated.

“Not until you learn proper manners.” sheretorted. “Say please and I mightconsider it.”

“You don’t want proper manners.” he mocked.“You want to be fucked so hard you can’t think anymore.”

“You are so vulgar.” she scoffed with openloathing.

“And it makes you so wet.” he taunted.

“Do not talk to me like I am a stripper or aprostitute.” she hissed. “I am a lady and I will not…”

“You’re no lady, sweetheart.” he cut her off.“Cause ladies don’t get off being fucked from behind the way you do…” The smirkwas back, cocky and smug. “Maybe I’ll take you that way tonight… Bent over thecouch… You’d like that?”

She probably would. And wasn’t that anirritating thought?

“You won’t take me at all.” she scowled. “Youhave annoyed me. I am not your sex toy.”

She folded her arms over her chest and glaredat him.

“Lose the wig.” he demanded again.

“Say please.”she challenged right back.

Amusement flickered on his face. “You’realready soaked, yeah?”

“Just like you are already hard, I suppose.”she dismissed, because it was of little consequence how aroused they both were,the only thing that mattered was who would win this particular verbal spar. Shedidn’t mind giving up eventually because he did like to be in charge and sheloved how dominant he could be but she didn’t like the assumption that shewould simply hand power over like it was a given. She liked the struggle forcontrol. She liked the fight.

He studied her for a moment and then shrugged.“Please, lose the wig, sweetheart.”

“Muchbetter.” she beamed, quickly pulling pins out and letting them ping on thefloor.

Soon, the wig joined the pins and she tousledher natural curls, crushing down her insecurities. Any other man in the Capitoland she would have been mortified by her plain blond hair but Haymitch… Hisgaze darkened and he licked his lips because her hair, for some reason, was animmediate turn on to him.

“The dress now.” he commanded.

For a second, she almost made him ask politelyfor it once more but then she forgot the thought. It wouldn’t be as fun. Shecould wriggle the power back later.

She unzipped the dress and let the purple silkflop to the floor, slowly stepping out of the pool of fabric. She stood there,proud and victorious, offering herself to his hungry stare. She was wearing acorset and matching navy blue panties embroidered with golden arabesques. Sheknew she looked amazing and it made her feel powerful. The way he looked at hermade her feel powerful.

It wasn’t the healthiest, what they were doing. And often she thought they shouldstop while they were ahead. But sex was a drug of its own, just like his liquoror her cigarettes. It made them crazy and weak for each other. She simply couldn’t resist.

She brushed the tip of her fingers along theswell of her breast, looking straight at him. “Should I take the corset off ordo you want to do it yourself?”

She made it sound innocent and he growled, hisright hand falling between his legs. It was cheating, she wanted to argue,because she wanted to do that herselfbut she couldn’t deny she enjoyed the thought of him touching himself becauseshe was just… too much.

“Do it.” he said.

The corset was tied on the front and she made ashow of undoing the knot and then on pulling on the laces, going very slowly. He squeezed himself withevery new flash of creamy white skin and when the corset dropped at her feet,he was obviously flushed. He chucked his waistcoat away and unbuttoned hisshirt.

“Don’t.” she warned when he moved to open hispants. “That’s mine.”

He snorted and then shrugged. “Then come andget it.”

“But I have clothes on still.” she hummed.“This is a complete striptease.”

He shot her a look that let her know he knew what she was doing and he didn’tenjoy having the power stolen back like that.

“Panties off.” he demanded anyway.

She strode closer, swinging her hips, thegolden bangles on her wrist clinging together with every step. He opened hislegs for her without her having to ask and she stepped in between them, herintent clear. His hands briefly rested at the back of her thighs and thenroamed up to knead her ass.

“Take them off.” she requested. “With yourteeth.”

“Bossy.” he commented.

“Do you want me bent over the couch or not?”she challenged, lifting an eyebrow.

She hadn’t been expecting the small slap on herass and so she startled and yelped. Haymitch simply smirked. “I’m in charge,sweetheart.”

“Aren’t you always?” she replied innocently.“Now, pull my panties down. With your teeth.”

He wasn’t delicate when his mouth closed on thewaistband of her panties and she almost regretted that particular idea becauseshe was rather fond of that underwear set. Of course, she stopped secondguessing when his nose nuzzled her mound on his way down. With the pantiesstuck around her thighs, preventing her from fleeing, he forced her legs apartand, before she could say anything, his tongue was poking at her core.

“Haymitch.” she breathed out, all thought oftheir game deserting her mind. There was a more pressing concern: pleasure.

“Like I said…” he chuckled between her thighs.“I’m in charge.”

His tongue was too talented for his own good.  

When he stopped torturing her, her legs wereshaking, she was gripping his shoulders so tight her nails had probably leftcrescent shaped marks on his skin and she was far too gone to think. He had taken her to the brink andhe had left her hanging.

She barely registered when he slid herunderwear off or pulled her down so she would straddle his lap.

“My heels…” she reminded him.

“Leave them on.” he mumbled.

“I thought you did not like women sitting onyou.” was the only gibe she could muster and it was muttered under her breath becauseshe was too busy rubbing herself on him, trying to create friction, to find release.

It didn’t take a long time for him to be ready.When he pushed her off his lap, she got into position without being told, herstomach wedged on the armrest, her legs spread as wide as she could. She heardthe zip of his pants and the ruffling of fabric, she felt him move in akneeling position behind her and she closed her eyes in anticipation.

He didn’t touch her at once and it was evenbetter.

He teased her.

Breathing down her back…

Kissing and nipping at her spine…

Kneading her ass…

When he finally thrust into her, it took her bysurprise and she gasped in pleasure.

Of course, it also prompted him to bend overher, face pressed against her lower back to muffle his chuckles. She didn’tcare. At that point, the only thing she cared about was triggering her climax.She sneaked a hand between her legs but Haymitch grabbed it and trapped it atthe small of her back. He grabbed her other wrist and held it secure too.

“Don’t cheat, sweetheart.” he teased. “You wantsomething, you beg for it.”

“No.” she protested with the last shred ofsanity she had.

He gave one powerful thrust and she whimpered.Another and she was wriggling, trying to rub herself against the leatherarmrest of the couch. She got another small slap on her ass for her troubles.

“None of that.” he growled. “What do you want,Effie?”

The use of her name was a rare one. He usuallypreferred pet names. And in that context…

“Fuckme.” she breathed out. “Please, fuckme.”

“Why, Princess…” he mocked. “You only had toask.”

The thrusts were deep and brutal and she lovedevery moment of it. The whimpers turned to screams without her truly realizingit, she had no control over her body or what was going out of her mouth – encouragements, pleas and threats alike.

When she came, she came hard, slumping over the armrest without a care, the upper part ofher body dangling down. She didn’t even notice when he found his release, onlyrealizing he was done when he pulled her back properly on the couch. There wasa sticky mess between her legs but she didn’t even care, she was bone deepexhausted for all the right reasons and so she laid on the couch on her back,panting a little, naked except for her high heels. Haymitch was sitting next toher hip, still half undressed, pants around his knees, watching her, pantingtoo.

“He’s a fool.” he muttered suddenly.

“Who?” she asked, rolling on her side so thathe would have enough room to lie down if he so wished. They didn’t cuddle but, sometimes, he would allowthem to ride the afterglow together. She loved it more than she should have.

He didlie down but not before kicking his pants and his shirt off properly. It wasbetter that way. She got to snuggle close to his naked body.

“Chaff.” he sighed. “Thought those girls weresexy… Clearly, he hasn’t met you.”

“If you are saying I ruined you for otherwomen, don’t expect me to apologize.” she teased. “I am simply that exceptional.”

He snorted but turned his head so his nosewould be buried in her hair. His hand ran up and down her side for a moment andthen wandered down to her bottom, rubbing the spot he had slapped twice.

“You did not hurt me.” she hummed. “Do notfret.”

“I ain’t.” he scorned.

“I would have your head on a plate if you had,you know that.” she insisted. “I am not helpless. Everything I do with you, Ifully consent to.”

“I know.” he granted. “Not sure it’s quiteclever of you, but I know.”

She pressed her face against his shoulder anddid her best to just enjoy the instant. Peaceful moments were too fleetingduring the Games.

Next year, she thought… She would find a way tosneak a pole in the penthouse.