#love victor song drabble

[jerzwriter]

Thank you, Nonny, for this ask. This worked out perfectly because Ethan x Kaycee celebrated their first wedding anniversary - the "paper" anniversary. I hope you enjoy this little drabble!

Story: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 845 Summary: Ethan doesn't get the logic behind the "paper" anniversary, but as they celebrate a special day, he may have something up his sleeve.

A/N: Participating in @julychallenge Pink: Romance & Love

Ethan groaned as the first beams of sunlight streamed through the window of their beach home; shifting under the covers, he reached around, searching the bed for his missing wife. Typically, he’d be the first one up, attempting to lure the love of his life out from under the covers with the aroma of her favorite breakfast cooking on the stove. A Herculean task, at best. But even when being coaxed with the things she loved most... him and delicious food... she'd beg for just a little more precious sleep. He had no doubt of Kaycee’s love for him, but if she were forced to choose between him and sleep? He wasn’t confident that he’d be the final victor.

That's what made today's narrative so unusual. Kaycee was already up and about, bustling with the energy of a morning person that they both knew she was not. He heard her climbing the stairs, humming a song he knew well enough to place as belonging to Taylor Swift but not well enough to determine the song. She lept into the room with a grin brighter than the morning sun.

“Good morning, gorgeous!” she chirped, leaning over to kiss his forehead.  

“Good morning," he groggily replied. "Why are you so cheerful at the crack of dawn? While we’re on vacation, no less?”

Kaycee giggled and pulled the comforter down, tossing pink heart-shaped confetti over his bare torso with a playful giggle.

“Because it’s our anniversary!” She jumped onto the bed and threw her arms around him as he sat up."

“Mmmhhh,” he groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Can we spend the day here? In bed?” His fingers reached up and played with the hem of her shirt. "I know how to make it very fun.”

“I know for a fact that you do!” she smiled, placing another peck on his cheek. “And we’ll get to that, I promise! But we have other things to do first.”

“Like you throwing confetti at me?” he grinned.

“Paper confetti,” she emphasized. “Because it’s our paper anniversary.”

Ethan rolled his eyes, unable to hide his disdain. “Our paper anniversary. Who comes up with this nonsense? Hallmark? So they can sell more paper cards?"

"Maybe," she shrugged. "It's just a tradition, Ethan! It symbolizes a new beginning—the fragility of a new marriage. I think it’s sweet.”

“Well, first, I don't think of our marriage as fragile, and second, paper? Paper has no value. What’s next cardboard? Perhaps oak tag?”

 “It’s not about the material, Ethan. It’s about what it represents. There are plenty of ways to make it special.”

“Like writing each other love notes?” he teased.

“As a matter of fact,” she said, rushing to the dresser and returning with a red envelope in hand. “An anniversary card for you!”

But this time, it was Ethan's turn to surprise her. Reaching into the drawer of his nightstand, he pulled out a small pink envelope of his own and a small bouquet of paper flowers. Kaycee gasped, kicking her feet with delight as he handed them to her.

“Ethan!” she beamed. “When did you... how.... this is adorable!”

“I’ve been working on it for weeks. Admittedly, I needed to call Sienan in for assistance after a miserable first attempt." He stopped to watch his wife, simply glowing as she gazed at the bouquet in her hand, lovingly tracing the edges of each flower and leaf with her fingers. “I know it looks like a third-grader made it, but without her help, I wouldn't have surpassed pre-school.”

“Stop it!” Kaycee insisted, leaning over for a kiss. “I love this! I can’t believe you made this for me.”

“I know I’m not normally a mushy guy...”

“No! You? Who is spreading such malicious lies!” Kaycee teased as Ethan raised an eyebrow.

“Are you done?”

Kaycee shrugged with a delicate smile on her lips. “Perhaps?”

Ethan cleared his throat and pulled her close under his arm. “I may not be a romantic at heart, but it’s our anniversary. I can't believe it's been one year since the second best day of my life.”

"Second best?" She frowned. "And what's the first?"

"Easy. The day you walked into Edenbrook's lobby and turned my world upside down - in the best possible way."

“Aww, Ethan!” Kaycee beamed.

“When I realized we’d be spending it here, the same place we said our vows a year ago, I knew you’d need a bouquet, so..."

“I would,” she smiled. “I mean, I love it, but why do I need it?"

Ethan glanced at the clock. “In nine hours, it will be exactly one year since we said our vows on this beach... and I thought we could repeat them later today, just the two of us. That is if you’re still willing to say them again after being saddled with me for a year!”

“Ethan,” she said, lovingly placing her paper bouquet to the side for protection before jumping on top of him and peppering him with dozens of little kisses. “Are you kidding me? I love you and want you more with each passing day. This is forever, hon!”

“Then it's a good thing our insurance has good mental health benefits,” he teased, rolling Kaycee onto her side. "I'm grateful you're a little crazy."

"Mmm-hmm. I'm crazy about you! Now, did you mention something about spending the morning in bed with me? Something about making it fun?"

"You better believe it," he grinned, pulling her t-shirt over her head and trailing soft kisses down her neck. "Challenge accepted. Happy Anniversary, Kaycee. I love you to the paper moon and back.”

A/N 2: I originally named this Paper Bouquet - but that gave too much away. But this is the way I imagine the bouquet to look:

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Tagging others separately.

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🏹💘𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝‼️

—❥ 𝐱𝐱𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

REQUESTS: CLOSED

Hello everyone!! Back in June last year my blog reached 1500 followers, but I only got around to celebrating it now! Thank you so much for your continued support!! This year I want to play Cupid again so prepare for your faves to steal your heart all over again! (´ ε ` )♡

↪ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: Pick a prompt and a character - one per ask! Please include the fandom as well to avoid confusion. Example: "Can I please have 😘 with William (ikevil)?" ; You'll receive a drabble (~300 words) about the character's reaction to the prompt. Please go wild with those! If you have something specific in mind for the prompts, like a certain hobby for prompt #10 🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together, or maybe for prompt #7 💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you", you thought of playing their favorite song, giving them a warm cup of tea while they work, or maybe hugging them from behind? Don't be afraid to share your idea and unleash your creativity, I'd love to make your vision come true! Of course, that's only if you want to! The limit is three requests per person. This event is sfw and anons are allowed.

For drabble examples: Check out last year's Valentine's Day celebration here!

💌 event masterlist ⊂⊃﹒␥

↪ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

🪱 - Ask them if they'd love you if you were a worm

🥺 - Tease by calling them cute

🤲 - Play with their hair

🌸 - Breathe in their soothing scent

💌 - Leave a love note in their pocket

🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear

💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you"

😈 - Linger in for a kiss, but never kiss them

💅 - Help them unwind with a self-care routine

🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together

🤪 - Crack a joke to make them laugh

🙏 - Warm their hands between yours

🤸‍♀️ - Strike a sexy pose to distract them

👔 - Steal their clothes to cuddle when you miss them

🍰 - Share your sweets with them

💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now

💘 - "Be my Valentine?"

😘 - Keep smooching them until they protest

🥄 - Ask to be their big spoon

😊 - Present your cheek for a goodbye kiss

↪ 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝟷𝟸𝟿):

Ikemen Villains: Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor

Ikeseries MCs: Mitsuki (Ikevamp); Alice (Ikerev); Mai (Ikesen); Emma (Ikepri); NEW: Kate (ikevil)

Ikemen Prince: Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio NEW: Cyran/Cyril; Kagari; Matthias

Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles; Drake; Galileo

Ikemen Revolution: Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie

Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto

Midnight Cinderella: Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid

NEW: Ikemen Genjiden: Minamoto no Yoritomo

NEW: CONSOLE OTOMES:

Shuuen no Virche/Virche Evermore: Ceres; Scien; Ankou; Yves; Adolphe; Lucas; Mathis; Jean; Capucine; Hugo; Dahut

Piofiore no Banshou/Piofiore Fated Memories: Yang; Dante; Liliana; Gilbert; Nicola; Orlok; Leo; Oliver; Rui; Yuan

Cupid Parasite: Lynette; Claris; Gill; Allan; Ryuki; Shelby; Raul; Owen; Peter

Variable Barricade: Ichiya; Taiga; Hibari; Shion; Nayuta; Kasuga

🎀 Have fun requesting!! I can't wait to see what you put in my askbox!! 🎀

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a little help from your family (1/2)

PART OF neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons by the sea DRABBLE SERIES ↠ masterlist

- Lucy Gray Baird & Daughter!OC, endgame Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow

Summary: 1.4k words - Tigris meets her niece.

a/n: adding a tags-list for all those that want to be updated when i update this drabble series! just comment below or send me an ask

tags-list: @cdragons

Coryo came back from District 12 triumphant but different. Tigris had expected him to come back with the Victor girl — with his Victor girl — but he only came back with an emptiness in his eyes, molding him into a man that was supposed to be long dead.

It sowed the seeds of fear in her, fear that she tried so hard to smother because that was her boy. That was her Coryo. The little cousin who clung to her so tightly during the nights when hunger pains would send them crying, the boy who’d sought out her comfort time and time again, who’d come to her first with every achievement. She’d once told him that he could be good, something she’d wholeheartedly believed at the time, but now… Now it’s less of a belief and more of a desperate hope.

Their penthouse grew brighter and more opulent. Their fridge was always stocked, sometimes obscenely so. Grandma’am glowed with happiness and Tigris tried her best to mimic the same. Oh for certain there were good times, still. The day Coryo surprised her with a sewing machine and a chest full of rich fabrics and materials, he’d been so giddy and proud, looking to her for approval. Tigris had given it to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek. They had passed the time talking— well, it was mostly Tigris talking, ranting about the new designs she was going to be able to try out, flitting about the room and showing Coryo her sketches for him.

The moment had been cut short when an alarm rang, reminding Coryo of a meeting with Dr. Volumnia Gaul.

Moments like that were few and far in between. As Coryo grew more powerful, the distance between grew, the space in his life that provided him guidance occupied by someone else. Someone who had been able to help him more than Tigris could, despite her best efforts. Being displaced was such a sore feeling. Tigris hated Dr. Volumnia Gaul for pouring poison in Coryo’s ears, but she knew that Coryo had made a choice too.

Tigris drowned herself with work, using her creations as some sort of escape. She became proficient and famous enough to no longer work under Fabricia, likely thanks in part of Coryo’s influence who had been insistent that he only wore out clothes of her making. Tigris found a temporary joy in it, that was, until Coryo informed her that he found a spot for her as a designer in the upcoming 11th Hunger Games.

It made her sick. All the new "improvements" to the Games made her sick. The Capitol loved it, of course. As if the glitz and glamor can cover up the mountain of dead bodies and the smell of blood.

Her only consolation had been Mrs. Plinth, who she’d grown close to. She was sympathetic to the tributes, though highly cautious of expressing it. More so since her son had died, Tigris thought.

Her first tribute was a kind girl from District 4 who later went on to win, to Tigris’ guilty relief. On their first meeting, Mags Flanagan asked her about Lucy Gray Baird. Tigris nearly cried at that moment, feeling grateful that someone else besides her still remembered the songs and colors of the girl who changed her life.

Coryo’s constant brushing off of her questions regarding Lucy Gray had made Tigris fretful of the fate of the young woman, thinking that he might have done something to her. There must have been something that happened to turn the smitten boy with lovesick eyes into a hateful, unyielding man whenever Lucy Gray was mentioned.

“It was a lapse of judgment, Tigris. We realized we had diverging paths. I wanted to go back here in the Capitol and she—“ He turned away from her, but not before she got a glimpse of the strange look on his face. “She wanted to sing in the woods forever.”

It was not long after that that Tigris decided to move out of their penthouse and into the apartment above her own shop. She had felt guilty for doing so, leaving her Grandma’am in the primary care of Mrs. Plinth, but she made sure to visit often. Tigris hadn’t been sure if it was a good choice, but now…

“Is that you, Lucy Gray? Lucy Gray Baird?” Tigris asked before realizing the urgency of the situation. She didn’t wait for an answer, already ushering them in.

Lucy Gray smiled tiredly as Tigris led them into the waiting of her store. She immediately sat down, sighing as she shifted the bundle in her arms. Flaxen locks peeked from underneath the coat.

“Are— are you alright?” Lucy Gray looked no less beautiful than she had five years ago, last she’d seen her on the screen. She looked more mature now, though, sad and worried.

“Tigris I apologize for coming so suddenly. I know we don’t really know each other apart from whatever Coriolanus has said but I really, really don’t know where to go to.” she said in a rush, barely breathing between each word. “My daughter, my Annie, she’s sick and the doctor said she needed a heart transplant or else—“ Lucy Gray sobbed, a lone, heartbreaking sound. Tears streamed down her face.

“Lucy Gray breathe,” Tigris coaxed, hurriedly retrieving a piece of cloth from the scraps she had by her sewing machine. “I need you to breathe okay? I’m going to do my best to help you, but first I need you to breathe.”

Lucy Gray accepted the cloth, wiping her tears and composing herself. “I’m sorry again—“

“No need to apologize,” Tigris replied kindly, sitting across her visitors.

“I suppose introductions are in order,” Lucy Gray sniffed, sliding the hood of the coat of the bundle in her arms, kissing the child’s forehead before shifting them slightly so their face could be seen in the dim lighting. “This is my Annabel Rose Baird. She’s asleep now but she would love to meet you again when she’s awake.”

Tigris couldn’t hold back a gasp. “Oh, Coryo. What have you done?” Her mind ran wild with the possible reasons why Lucy Gray raised her daughter alone. "She looks a great deal like you."

"A great deal like him too," Lucy Gray responded. “Me and him, we weren’t planning on having Annie, it just kind of happened.

“See, we were supposed to go north to escape, to run away. He’d killed the mayor’s daughter, Mayfair, and another fella shot her boyfriend, Billy Taupe. The Peacekeepers were wantin’ to hunt down the culprits and the guns used. I was a major suspect since Mayfair hated me and Billy Taupe was my ex. I said I needed to go, he said he’d come with.

“While we were on the way, he told me he killed three people but I’d only known two of them. And he wouldn’t tell me the truth. I— I think it might have been Sejanus. Plinth. The other boy who’d been in the Peacekeepers with him? They played a recording when he was executed and he kept calling out for Coriolanus and his Ma when they hung him.” Lucy Gray shivered. “The mockingjays kept echoing his cries. It’s still in my nightmares even now.”

A small part of Tigris had suspected it, but to hear Lucy Gray’s confirmation was chilling. She felt so undeserving of the generosity of the Plinth’s.

“I wanted to tell him about Annie, I really did. For a moment, I entertained this fantasy of having a complete family, of my daughter never wanting for a missing presence in her life but, well, at that point I didn’t trust Coriolanus with anything. So I ran. Next I’d heard was him shoutin’ in the forest about me tryin’ to kill him. He started firing when he heard the mockingjays repeat my song.”

Tigris felt a bit sick at the onslaught of information. There was the difference between speculation and fact. “I’m sorry, Lucy Gray. I’m sorry that you had to do this alone.”

Lucy Gray looked at her daughter — Tigris’ niece, dear god — with so much love that it made her heart hurt. “It was fine. I wouldn’t have traded her for anything,” she said. “This isn’t the farthest I would go just to see her be alright.”

A tear slipped down Tigris’ cheek. “Tell me, Lucy Gray,” she said with as much sincerity as she could. “What do we have to do?”

[slaymitchabernathy]

Stay with me, always. & right where you left me:

| Stay with me, always. |

A fanfiction about Coriolanus Snow & his rise to power all while he falls in love with the girl from Twelve. The girl he’s been promised to since age seven. The girl who smells like vanilla & sings like a song bird. When their relationship is tested to the fullest he learns how difficult it is to walk the line of good & evil.

And in the end he learns that it’s the things we love most that destroy us.

Story links to ao3 & wattpad:

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| right where you left me |

A fanfiction that serves as an alternate ending to ‘Stay with me, always.’ told from Soarynn’s point of view as she navigates her new life after returning home to District Twelve, the Victor of the Eleventh Annual Hunger Games. Abandoned by the Snow family & freshly wounded from the Hunger Games, she mourns her old life while trying to embrace her new one, all under the watchful eye of her old lover, Coriolanus Snow.

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hi! my name is slaymitchabernaty & i write fanfiction about coriolanus snow.

i published my book 'Stay with me, always.' on ao3 & wattpad (linked above) & ‘right where you left me’ a bit of an alternate ending if you will.

i also post oneshots/drabbles, some are also published on ao3 & wattpad but some are exclusive to my tumblr ;)

sometimes things get a little freaky, we are N-17 rated over here so buckle up & enjoy the ride.

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14 for the Spotify Prompt! Clato of course

14th song on my wrapped: "I Like It Rough" by Lady Gaga

Thank you for requesting a Clato drabble! <3

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She’s certain that Cato is just another thing that she can fight against. Only one more obstacle for the arena that she’ll slaughter easily. That was the plan; volunteer, kill them all, and move on with her life as a victor.

Yet, she has an affection that is growing like a mold on walls. It makes her sick to her stomach and back up to her head. Clove wishes to stab him for the offense of getting close to her or showing her anything she can perceive as kindness.

Worst of all for her, this man is stealing her shine. Her precious spotlight, because he’s nearly twice her size and handsome, all odds are on him. Even from a distance, anyone would be able to tell that he’s the best candidate for winning.

Clove had spent a solid hour in her Capitol bedroom, trying to stop herself from doing something as useless as crying. Of course, Cato is outside her door, hand banging on the stupid frame. She tells herself that she won’t let him in.

He’s not equipped to deal with her, and he shouldn’t be. They are destined to be at each other’s throats, and she will end his life. Cato should not care or try to attempt a façade as a way to manipulate her. Pretending to love her, or even actually doing so, would be like chewing on the finest of pearls that the opulent women here wear.

Didn’t she ask for this? A life of training, blood, sweat, and no tears? Clove decided a long time ago that she liked it rough. She’s getting what she wanted; a rough fucking time. And if she wants to win, she’ll need to pony the fuck up and get her shit together.

Sitting up, Clove rises from her bed and opens the door. He won’t relent, and she has a suspicion that if she wishes him to leave, he must be acknowledged. The attention whore Cato is.

“Do you need something?”

Cato smiles. It’s softer than the ones she’s seen elsewhere from him. “Your attitude is something else, Princess.”

She huffs, a mere coin flip away from fuming. He’s getting on her nerves, and, perhaps, that’s what she needs. Make her forget how much she’s beginning to like his rancid guts for which should be spilled upon the floor and nothing short of it.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Clove says, squinting her eyes.

Folding his arms, Cato smirks his way into further annoyance with her. As well as her room, simply allowing himself to slip through. Their alliance will end the moment the gong goes off in the Games if he keeps this shit up.

“I want to kiss you again.” He states so easily as though he knows she won't slit his throat. Not yet anyway.

Instead of slapping him like she ought to, she laughs. Almost with disbelief that he’d dare this. That was supposed to be a one time occurrence, an accident if anything.

Their chariot rides were a disaster to start with. The upstaging done by the tributes from 12, of all districts, and the idiotic nature of their whims afterwards. Clove would poison herself before daring to say she enjoyed it and how gentle his lips had been on hers. She wishes it had been a bad experience, then there’d be no yearning for more.

“Won’t go without your fix tonight?”

Cato sits at the edge of her mattress, cocky enough to lean back on his hands. “It’s rough to go without it.”

He sounds disappointed. By what, she assumes their situation. One that has only the true silver linings of the knives and swords in training. They’ve been craving this opportunity, but now it all was starting to go sideways in those ways that have them pulling out their hair.

Pulling out hair... that might be another thing she needs to get over this bullshit. Her strands that have been straightened for every occasion that requires her to dress up. Her natural curls being as hard to flatten as she is hard to love.

“I’ll let you do so.” Clove saunters to him, for once able to stand over him. “If you make it rough.”

At the condition, Cato cracks his knuckles, seemingly to give a show that he’s able to fulfill his end of the bargain. He nods, looking up at her like some obedient dog. Clove quite enjoys the angle.

“You like it rough?” His voice is low as he asks her.

“I might.”

“Works for me.”

Upon her cheeks, his palms grip and pull her down to kiss her, well, roughly. She does indeed like it. How it’s a harsh press that borders on being needy. Likely, her choice to let him do this was not good for her, a possible indication that she’s going to blow this whole chance of victory.

Soon, she’s on her back and can taste his blood from where she bit deeply with her front teeth. Wasn’t on purpose, but good, he deserves it for just existing. He’ll pay for wanting her like the absolute masochist he is.

“Harder.” Clove demands when he nibbles at her neck. “You better do it harder.”

Cato chuckles. “Do you want to be hurt?”

“I won’t feel it otherwise.”

She finds there’s only truth there. For when he grips her hard enough to leave bruises, her back arches. The pain has her wondering why exactly that is true.

Clove feels as though she needs him. Because he likes it rough and she needs a man who likes it as she does. Regardless of how he steals her shine.

He isn’t allowed to spare her any edge, Cato must play it rough. In order to keep them both sane. Their games are not gentle, and will never be.

Cato twists the skin on her arms as he holds her down until he apologizes. Words unlike him, some she doesn’t want to hear in the slightest. She can’t stand the sweetness.

“Don’t be sorry.” Clove shakes her head to him. “I like it rough.”

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Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (12)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 /

Created: December 19th, 2023

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Birdbath-fyreflys (tumblr) Summary: It was all for the Games, she reminds herself. How they acted. Katniss and Peeta navigate their new lives as victors together.

Good and Right-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: It was all for the Games, she reminds herself. How they acted. Katniss and Peeta navigate their new lives as victors together.

Guy Time-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark returns to his hometown to help his best friend, Katniss with her two rambunctious kids. What happens when he starts to fall for all of them?

Long Lost Letters-Norberts_Mom (ao3) Summary: After their mother's tragic death, Katniss and Prim go home to clean up her home. They come across a stack of letters addressed to Katniss from someone she hadn't thought about in years. She thought he never wrote back.

Senior Year-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: Drabble from Tumblr. She doesn’t know what will happen next, but her vision is narrowing. New plan: she needs to sit down, preferably on a chair. She knows she must be close to the snack table. Her hands reach out searching until they hit something solid and she clings to it before her knees give out and the darkness closes in around her vision.

The Arrangement-muttpeeta/atetheredmind (tumblr) Summary: Despite their breakup, Katniss still isn’t over her ex-boyfriend Gale. Her best friend Madge is determined to help her move on and knows just the perfect guy for her: Enter Peeta Mellark. The only problem is—he’s in love with Madge. Except…maybe that’s not such a problem, after all.

The Devil is a Friend of Mine-mswyrr (ao3) Summary: Katniss doesn’t approve of District 13′s treatment plan.

The flowers on my chest-adler_orzel (ao3) Summary: Legend says that once upon a time. "Eternal loves" were called "soul mates". They get separated and must seek one another until, by touching and calling each other's name, flowers grow in their chests. The marks of Eternal Love are rare enough to be seen only once or twice in a generation, and Katniss couldn't care less about the fairy tales her father used to tell her before bedtime. But for Peeta…The floral marks were reality, pain, and magic for Peeta. And Haymitch knows it. That's why anger consumes her when she sees how easily her mentor lies when he tells everyone that Peeta had one before the capital took him away.

the song of my heart (plays in you)-thelettersfromnoone(tumblr) Summary: Everlark fall for one another over a blood transfusion. It happens not once, but twice. His blood runs through her veins, and now hers runs through his. What are the odds they would save each other’s lives?

The Third Wheel-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen doesn't know why she is at the fair with her friend Madge. She is just a third wheel to Madge and her soon to be boyfriend Peeta Mellark.

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Heart Felt Letters (postman x reader)

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This is just a little drabble, I’ll probs continue this tbh.

Victor isn’t sure the last time his heart beat this fast for someone.

He isn’t completely sure if a moment like this every really happened to him before.

But there’s a first time for everything, right? He thinks to himself as he douses his pen in ink again, checking that he didn’t collect too much.

Once the letter is finished, he licks the top and places a small upside down heart on the letter. Completely sealing it.

The Postman lowers himself onto one knee and gives the letter to Wick. There’s no need to communicate about its whereabouts anymore. He’s delivered notes like these enough times that he doesn’t need to hide his little smile anymore. These notes that are filled with lovely words that have sent your heart pumping and your stomach full of butterflies.

There’s a first time for everything, except you can’t count the last time you’ve had to read another letter that ended with;

“Yours truly, XXXXXX XXXXXX.”

note: wrote this while listening to “Butch 4 Butch” by Rio Romeo, I LOVE TJID SONG SO KYCU YOU GUES

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[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Fluff:🌟 Angst:🖤 Hurt/Comfort:💜 Misc:💫 Analysis:🌝

Fics

Twelve Days of Flower-Mas: Solomon 🌟

Make It Happen 🌟

When Life Imitates Art 🌟🖤

Moments Like These 🌟

Lux Astrorum 🌟

Scary Stories 🌟

Halloween in the Devildom 🌟

Leaf Pile For Two 🌟

9 Days of Solomon: Stars 🌟

9 Days of Solomon: Knife 💫

9 Days of Solomon: Snow 🌟

And That Is Eternity 🖤

It's All About Intention 🌟

Because You Know That I Love You... 🌟

Not All "Victors" are Gold, Some are Silver 🖤

The Gift That Keeps On Giving 💜

I Saw MC Kissing Santa Claus 🌟

Little Drabbles/Headcanons

Playing Footsie 🌟

Solomon's Healing Journey (Nonexistent) 🖤

Solomon in a Cemetery 💜

Being Married to Solomon 🌟

Witchy Things You Both Do 💫

Solomon Proposes (ft. a wonderful anon!) 🌟

MC and Solomon Buying Their First House 🌟

Getting Solomon's Mark 🌟

The Aftermath of Solomon's Proposal (ft. solomiracle!) 🌟

"We'll Spend Our Days Together" 💜

You Propose to Him 🌟

Solomon Struggling to Not Call You His "Adorable Apprentice" 🌟

Playlists

Solomon Songs Part 1 💫

Solomon Songs Part 2 💫

Angsty Solomon Songs 💫

Theories/Analysis

Solomon/Lilith Theory 🌝

Tarot: Solomon's Unforgettable Past 🌝

[eliza-writes-stuff]

hey guess who wrote a songfic

yeah me and i still don't know how to write one lol

so yeah it's another claudeger short fic or drabble... idk what to call it. let's just say i wrote this as a warmup for a longer fic coming up!

anyways, enjoy this very fluffy songfic based on Let's Call the Whole Thing Off :D

i also put this fic in ao3 link so check it out!

The mini boombox plays a familiar tune, yet people might’ve forgotten this ancient song. Since it’s a 150-year-old song… Still, it’s a good classic for Claude. The mutant doesn’t really keep up with the trends unless it’s related to his job. He prefers listening to jazz and some old rock. Everyone has their taste.

Things have come to a pretty pass

Our romance is growing flat

He does not know what Albert’s favorite is. It’s obscure, that’s for sure, but whatever makes him happy. As long as he gets to see Albert do his little dance. Although, his lover loves to drag him along to the beat.

For you like this and the other

While I go for this and that

Oh, Claude didn’t notice that his hands were in rhythmic motion to the song playing. Even though he’s just washing the dishes. It makes it less boring, he guesses. He puts the clean plate on the drying rack, and he continues on the next one.

Goodness knows what the end will be

Oh, I don't know where I'm at

It looks as if we two will never be one

Something must be done  

His ears picked up the sound of footsteps behind him. Claude’s body relaxes when affectionate arms wrapped around his waist. At the corner of his monocle, the head of his lover rests on Claude’s shoulders.

“Hello, Albert.” The mutant greeted. He’s still focusing on washing the dishes. “How did your little nap go?”

“Not the same without you.” Albert’s hands wander on Claude’s stomach.

You say either, I say either

You say neither and I say neither

Either, either, neither, neither

Let's call the whole thing off, yes

“Someone must do chores around here.” Claude said.

“I could’ve helped you...”  

He chuckles, “But you look so peaceful, dear. I didn’t want to disturb you.” Well, Claude knows what Albert’s ability is for his ‘work.’ From what he heard from his boss, plus his lover. Albert doesn’t actually sleep during the duration of his ‘session’.

That’s why Claude drags him back to the couch. To cuddle into a fulfilling nap. They sound like an old married couple, huh? They might compete with Vincent and Victor. Albert would love to relish in that if they were the best couple.

You like potato and I like potato

You like tomato and I like tomato

Potato, potahto, tomato, tomahto

Let's call the whole thing off    

“Hey, our song is playing.” Albert mentioned. His hands now rested on Claude’s wrist. The mutant stopped what he’s doing right now.

“Yeah?” The mutant sets down the dish in the sink.

Albert turns Claude around until they face each other. His hands hold on to the blue, soaked hands. With the song playing in the background. They’re staring at each other with endearment. Sort of romantic. Albert drags him away from the sink. Claude can’t help but let out a laugh.

“Hey, hold on-“

“The dishes can wait, honey.” Albert stops himself and turns up the boombox. Then he leads Claude into the living room.

Their cat, Sock, stares at them with curiosity. The couple tries not to trip over. However, one of them bumps into the coffee table. Albert has his hand on Claude’s shoulder, and the other one is holding his hand. Claude almost forgot what to do, but he rested his hand on Albert's waist. He supposes this is nothing to complain about if he gets to be close to Albert.

Their bodies didn’t move in synchronization with the beat. There were stumbles, and sharing carefree laughter. Very clumsy. They can only dance with uneven steps in this space. Claude amusedly spins Albert underneath his arm before bringing him close to Claude’s body. His heart soars when he gets to see Albert having a genuine smile. But it’s best to not worry about the minor details.

As long as they’re close together, nothing matters..

But oh, if we call the whole thing off

Then we must part

And oh, if we ever part

Then that might break my heart

“Dear,” Albert had to stop his laughter, “It’s strange I wished we would stay like this forever. That I want to be a goby fish to your pistol shrimp.”

Claude rolled his eyes. “Are you saying we have a symbiotic relationship, or are you calling me blind?”

“The first one, of course! But I’m also glad to be your eyes.” Albert leans in close to Claude’s face, noses slightly touching.

[dionysiaproductions]

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Ascending is thee greatest compliment I can imagine, wow ♡ I too am ascending, meet me on the astral plane.

The P1 music being good is quite the selling point for me actually! I absolutely adore a good video game soundtrack. There are some songs from P2 that I love, but a lot of unmemorable ones, too. On that note, are there any songs or albums that you associate with Pathologic? Over the past few days, Shrines by Purity Ring has become this for me. Grandloves is a Victor song and Cartographist is a Yulia song... maybe because of the name. I also really heavily associate that whole album with Silent Hill 3 for some reason.

I love the little divorcing Yulia drabble omg. "Why bother honey? Just come back to bed." Like ok. I suppose I will. *does my best impression of that gif of Tigger walking away dejectedly* And the divorcing Eva one is funny.

Out of everyone, Yulia is actually the one I have the most trouble imagining as a yandere. She's so gentle and mild-mannered - so I agree with what you said in your other reply. She'd make it so she's the only one who'll be there for you in this sick sad world.

Your yandere thoughts are my yandere thoughts <3 What's better than codependent mutual obsession to the exclusion of everything else... wait, don't answer that. I think I imprinted on the relationship in Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms. "You've such a lovely temperature." "Your blood coagulates beautifully." Would yandere Daniil say those things? Probably not but I'm thinking about it anyway.

Losing my entire MIND over your yandere Victor thoughts and I didn't even send you a request? You're telling me this in casual conversation and I am eating it UP omfl. Ooh thanks for reminding me of that quote. (Would Yulia say it was destiny that I chose to be 🐿️, a prey animal, before these ideas ever existed?) God, how uncomfortable would that be for Khan and Maria. Especially given you're closer to Maria's age than to Victor's.

YOUR WHOLE HEART LAID BARE BEFORE HIM ON A SILVER TRAY! PLEASE why is this reminding me of when you said "dissect and break her down to use for their own biddings" from your post on the Kains obeying the laws of nature. The lyric "I'll stake rare toothpicks in my dirt filled heart / meander the sacred lot of you in every season" from Grandloves by Purity Ring. Are these like the Lines that the kin talked about?? Not to sound like an insane person but I always imagined that letting someone get to know you, really really know you and the entirety of your ugly soul, is like being peeled. Ripping all your skin off and being so vulnerable. And for someone to want anything to do with you after that? [disintegrates]

More overprotective yandere Victor thoughts I had while doing the dishes earlier in this mcfreaking humidity (before I read most of your reply): not a big gift giver but will make dove-themed things for you or have them made for you. A cuckoo clock, a music box. You're the proverbial bird in the gilded cage. Spoils you in the sense of not having to do small labors/chores - even if you want to do the dishes, well guess what, that's someone else's job. (Perhaps this was wish fulfillment while doing the dishes).

Idk where him randomly ignoring occasionally came from tbh, but oddly I feel it's specific to him as a yandere only. Perhaps he has flashes of self-awareness - is he being overbearing? He's giving you some time to yourself! But the townspeople are so chilly - they're polite to you, but you won't find any warmth or companionship there. There isn't anywhere else you belong. Will solicit your opinion on intellectual pursuits but will only use and credit your small ideas. Will twist your big ideas & won't publicly credit you for them; will have a convincing and perfectly rational reason for not doing so that he explains gently to you. But truthfully, it wouldn't do for you to be getting *too* much of the townspeople's attention, and god forbid you start thinking you can make something of yourself without him.

I love the contrast of yandere Big Vlad! Yandere Big Vlad my beloved indeed... DON'T MAKE ME HAVE FEELINGS FOR BIG VLAD PLEASE 🫣 Ngl the #1 quality that the fictional men I would bang (though there are not many) have in common is Being a Widower 😭 Gosh the glorified pet/temptation & sin incarnate/prince/princess paragraph is good stuff. And Saburov 100% ok with being a cuck lmao

Yandere Aspity - if she falls in love with you then the earth itself would too? That's so cute honestly!! I also really like the second option, "a piece of the earth defying its original self." Neat. I saw bits and pieces of human kink stuff while looking through your archive at sorcerous-caress. It's interesting to think about, though difficult to wrap my head around another species seeing humans as "other" and exotic haha

We haven't mentioned yandere Aglaya yet. I haven't progressed past day 7 yet so there's some context I need to refresh myself on probably. But I think yandere Aglaya is overprotective and isolating as well. It's for your own good and one day you'll understand. She wants to save you! She'll take you far away from here and build the two of you a little nest and you'll be so safe and happy. You're the only one she can be her true self around, the only one she can bear her soul to.

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Ex-husband Artemy was great and and I'm completely sold on aroallo Artemy :) For him to give you a kiss without being drenched in the smell of post-surgery blood? lolllllll Not to butter you up even more (jk I am happy to do this) but you can get me to read x readers for characters I don't wish to know carnally and that's not typical of me. It helps that the characters are all really interesting, but the way you write them definitely helps too 🫡🫡

Thanks for letting me be a silly goose on your blog!! And for all your sweet comments. I have the same worry about repeating myself, oh well. But you make me feel comfortable being a little deranged on here. As always, take all the time you need to respond.

🐿️ anon

Hmm songs I associate with Pathologic

There is one! but it's in Arabic "مطلوب زعيم - كاريوكي" It talks about leaders or governments in general betraying its people and how those people still fought to survive despite it all. Despite the leaders they entrusted throwing them to the wolves. The song describes wanting a righteous leader that can hear their (town) heartbeat (literally the lyrics which fit too well) A leader that doesn't live in castles when a portion of their people live in houses akin to graves (again pathologic lore)

The Kains, the Olgimskays and even the law obiding Saburov all used the plague to try and gain more power, to prove that their way of thinking and living is superior. They didn't help people just for the sake of helping them or combating the plague, no they wanted something out of it. They derailed the healers progress and made everything way harder for everyone.

Oh and my favourite Pathologic 2 OST is Twyrin. Yeah it's on the shorter side but god is it so iconic? OF FUCKING COURSE ANDREY STAMATIN GETS THE BEST MUSIC IN THE GAME >:(

While in Pathologic Classic HD it's Utroba Disease

I also love the character specific music? Like the Haruspex Lair theme, because it embodies him in a way! It's an impressive feat to merely use music alone without lyrics to tell a story or communicate a certain vibe, but god does P2 and P1 achieve it seamlessly.

Take the soundtrack Warehouse-Rubin for example and how it starts so quietly, building up ever so slowly that the silence itself merges with the music notes.

Like an ever growing shadow in the corner of your vision, it's hard to spot and you forget about it immediately after looking away.

But then. Oh but then.

Insanity spiral. A painfully sharp high pitched sound pierces your eardrumns, akin to a human scream muffled by the beat, a symphony of agony, a tortured soul crawling out of the grave to give one final scream with the last of its breath.

Lastly, it stops. The screeching of the record follows, someone choking on air, or regaining their breath.

The curtains are drawn back, and Rubin puts his gaurd up again.

There are so many beautiful ones too that tell a tale with just their title. Painting a melancholic picture.

The Haruspex is all alone

The music itself feels as if it's making fun of him while letting him wallow in his sadness. Cruelly taunting him and breaking his already bruised heart into a million pieces. Not even giving him the courtesy to lick his own wounds or mourn what he has lost.

The Bachelor learns

Starts with one instrument, and then gradually, more and more are added, as if every new sound is a puzzle piece that the Bachelor is putting back into place. Slowly making progress until a whole symphony is formed when all he had at the start was one single note, sounding like the bells of a clock.

The Changeling sneaks into the Stamatins loft

The suspension! The thrill in every note, building you up before letting you fall when it suddenly pauses. You can't be discovered, someone is nearby, you need to be cautious. Hold your breath, steady your feet, and don't step on the creaking wooden boards. After the excitement dies down, you're given a steady rhythmic beat that guides your foosteps. The sound of someone taking a short breath is incorporated into the notes, even the breath in your lungs need to follow the beat and blend in

I'm glad you liked the Yulia divorce hc lmao. I feel like whatever worst case scenario possible there is, Yulia already thought of it and not only that but spent restless nights imagining the divorce before the two of you even got married?

So when it arrives she is prepared, doesn't even bat an eye. And her casual approach makes you doubt yourself out of sheer shock? Like huh, maybe divorce is really not a big deal... yk what sure I'll stick around for a little bit longer, scoot over.

The biggest flaw in Yulia's design is that even if she had those yandere urges, would she bother acting out on them? Suddenly, her fatalism becomes a beneficial trait. Gentleness goes a long way more than possessiveness ever does.

Yandere Yulia would rather reel you in slowly, be as soft as a breeze of air. You could spend your whole life together and never be aware of the unhinged thoughts going through her brain at all times.

She is easily content and doesn't demand a lot. Probably one of the safest bets in terms of yanderes. She doesn't isolate you or try to hold power of you. While eats her up at night that you might leave or find someone else, those feelings aren't new to her, she had a similar crisis about the thought of the world ending last month.

By being unstable and unhinhed naturally, the yandere thoughts perfectly blend within her inner world and all that comes out is the same mild-mannered Yulia you've known.

And oh 👀 those are amazing lines for Yandere Daniil. Honestly he'd be as intense as a storm, you'll be constantly prodded and questioned as if you're the greatest enigma he has ever seen.

It'd would annoy him so much that he can't understand why he is so obsessed with you. He NEEDS to know. Why is everything about you so special? Why is the colour of your blood the most beautiful red he has ever seen? Why are your pupils the loveliest black there is? Why are you so intoxicating and magnetic?

If that was before getting together, he'd notice some unhinged comments slipping his lips every now and then while everything else seems to be as business usual.

And omfg yes everything you said about Yandere Victor is so true.

He wants you to think he is on your side, that he could never be anything but supportive and kind. That the idea of him purposely sabotaging your attempts to have anything that doesn't involve him is silly and you're overworked, sweetheart.

He babies you intentionally so you forget how to fly. The townfolks are nice and chill to you no matter what so you never have to put in effort in socialising and therefore will never develop any meaningful relationships or build a support system besides him.

It's like being suffocated by a feather pillow. Victor can't possibly be stealing your ideas if he credited you for the small ones and makes such a big deal of mentioning that it was you who picked the colours for the townshall new curtains.

So how come he stops at that and doesn't even bring up the new laws you proposed adding or public wellfare plans you worked hard on?

Coincidentally, the next month, people stop you in the streets to sing the praises of your husband for coming up with such a brilliant plan for aiding people struggling with income. A plan that suspiciously sounds similar to your own papers left collecting dust in one of the locked drawers in his desk.

Except it's just different enough that you feel doubtful it was on purpose. Remembering his words, how silly of an idea this even is. Yeah... you're probably just need some rest. Victor is a genius, what would he ever copy your papers for? You need to have more faith in your husband.

Until one day you'll wake up and realise you've completely forgotten how to fly, that the wings weighted heavy by your sides. How kind is it of your husband to offer to pluck some of the feathers off and relief you from the burden of thinking or working? Even simple tasks are too much. No, leave the dishes. That's someone else's job, dove.

oh god Yandere Aglaya is a special case. Because she is a meta character, she knows about the 4th wall (in a way) That makes her so much more dangerous.

And 👀 She can fall for the player, becoming a yandere for this force controlling the healers around.

Aglaya knows she is a doll and thinks you are a doll, too. She knows this is just a game played by kids, that nothing really matters. No one is really alive.

So it's completely morally justified in her views to take you for her own. I mean, she is THE inquisitor and her word is law. She is the one who orders the destruction of the polyhedron, you think she can't simply order you to be her spouse?

But Aglaya wouldn't take stoop that low, it's also tiresome to constantly throw her weight and power around. Instead, she will tell you about the bleak reality you're living in and how everyone and everything in your life is a lie.

Did it break your mind? Good, stay with her then. It will be extremely easy to nudge you along.

Did it not? ...that is strange. Explain yourself. Now.

Are you that apathetic? or are you too stupid to comprehend her words? Which one is it?

...oh, you don't care because the love you feel is real even if the people are not?

You've spelled your doom with that sentence, she is hooked. All her life she has been the only one with free will, in all her years of living she has never ever met another person who is aware of the truth of this universe without having gone insane.

But you stood your grounds.

Yandere Aglaya doesn't beat around the bush, she doesn't play mind games nor manipulate you.

She puts all her cards on the table, shows you ever single one. Explains herself fully and make her intentions clear.

She is not letting you go, you cannot run far enough. She has you corner on this chessboard, what is your move?

Be with her and she will make your life heaven. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, she won't force you. She just needs you around like her body needs oxygen to stay alive. She will provide you with anything you dream of, she will use her powers to shield you. Even in the worst case scenario where whe she is stripped of her inquisitor powers, she will find a way somehow to make sure no harm befalls you.

Aglaya is very direct. She doesn't lie, but... she has a tendency to conceal the truth. Would you count that as her lying? She doesn't.

But if you call her out on it, she doesn't deny it. If you ask if she's the one who behind why your world is suddenly falling apart, why no one dares look you in the eyes anymore. She will admit it with zero shame.

She doesn't try to paint herself in a tender soft light like Victor, nor does she keep her innermost desires in her brain and only show you gentleness like Yulia.

Aglaya is a constant, she doesn't falter. You can slow her down but never stop her. It's simply a matter of time before she wins.

And really... her feelings are sincere. The way she openly admits her awe when it comes to your mind and heart, the flirtatious poems that smoothly slide off her tongue in an almost jarring scene from the usual icey lips of the steel inquisitor.

She refuses to involve you in her work, they're bad people and will only try to take advantage of you. Everything you are will be broken down then stiched together to fit their views.

But she lets you fly freely instead of caging you in. It is your freedom she fell in love with after all. All those extreme measures before were just so you'd agree to her proposal, after getting together, Aglaya is more than content and never clingy.

She only asks to see you once a day. The rest is up to you. They are all just dolls in the end. She doesn't even consider them human enough for her to be jealous over.

Aglaya is used to getting results and finding solutions to impossible problems. Why would she ever do something which might harm you or scare you away? that is counterproductive and won't result in you falling in love with her.

Instead, she offers to compromise. You can live your life, have all your friends, and do whatever your heart may desire. As long as she stays a constant in that life, write her letters back and tell her about your days. She genuinely enjoys taking a peak at your mind.

Aglaya is very charming when she wants to. She knows how to read people like the back of her hand. It's easy to figure out what motivates you and what you're attracted to. It's easier for her to dapt those traits and watch you subconsciously seeking her company more. She knows what makes you tick and how to sweep you off your feet.

[sevenciircles]

A Cowgirl Thing

a millie & z0ra drabble,,, since I am obsessed with both of them currently. its a silly lil crossover

She breezed confidently through the wood, as if she were the very wind itself. The moon overhead gave her the perfect amount of light to chase her prey. Not that it would ever escape her, but what was fun about outright just killing someone? No, she loved the thrill of the chase. The challenge. She craved it. Everything was just so easy for her, easy for everyone, nobody came near her level. It was boring.

And Zora detested being bored.

But these gigs made her life exciting, when there wasn't anything to do with Bliss Ocean. The money didn't hurt, but the real reason she bounty hunted was the energy of it all. There was something about a good ol' fashioned jaunt that just got her blood worked up. She was in her element, and Zora relished it.

A small part of her was even hopeful, despite how unlikely it was, that she'd get a proper fight. For once, someone would meet her head on and give her a run for her money. It never happened, she was simply too strong in a world where things where nobody had to work for anything anymore. People were naturally gifted.

However, that stubborn hope still lingered on deep inside her. Zora didn't have the heart or desire to effectively purge it.

Her client was a typical one, business man who had too much money and too much of a violent streak. But didn't want to get his own hands dirty so he came to her. Zora was given the total low down on her target. A former business partner screwed him out of a deal. Apparently it was big bucks to warrant him to hire her to sign the death certificate in his blood.

It didn't matter really, he got his pound of flesh and she got her money and chase.

Everyone was a victor, in the end. Except for the target, but well, someone had to lose.

"Come out, little rabbit.~" Zora taunted, her sing song tone carrying through the woods.

The footsteps she had been tracking hurried off West, as she expected. She knew this wood better than anyone, and knew prey behavior enough to know where he was going.

Zora grinned, knowing her target was running out of steam. The chase was starting to wind down, which means that it was time to collect her bounty.

"I found you-" Zora jumped out, but instead of meeting a shaking target, she saw something else jump out at the same time as her.

The target fell to the ground, becoming soaked in mud and the thing leapt up and dove onto the target, bringing a knife up to his neck. Zora watched with wide eyes as the creature pressed the knife deeper into his neck.

She eyed the... thing in front of her. Once Zora got over her initial shock, she was able to see a small, red woman with horns and a tail. She looked like something straight outta Hell. Then, Zora found herself looking at her body, and that cute little beauty mark...

Zora then suddenly found herself internally awing over the cute monster, finding herself oddly attracted to the little demon. The way she had a bloodthirsty grin on her face and had her face streaked with mud only sweetened it.

However, she wasn't distracted enough to let this cute little beast get away with her target.

"Hey now! What's all the fuss happenin' around here?" Zora said, her eyes cheerful and her tone light. But she had her gun aimed on the little creature.

To the creature's credit, she turned and Zora found herself looking into glowing yellow eyes with red pupils. Dramatic eyeliner. The creature also didn't balk, but she did drop the target.

"You tell me," Came the quick response, and Zora found herself charmed at the country accent. It was like her own, and that instantly endeared her to Zora. However, she wouldn't let mere feelings stop her.

"Well it seems like some...thing is tryin' to collect on one of my bounties. And I don't much appreciate that." Zora commented, her tone still friendly.

"Woah, what are ya talkin' about? Our client hired me to take this piece of shit out. So that's what I'm doin'." The creature responded, and Zora raised an eyebrow.

There had to be a mistake. There is no way her client would ask for someone else to off this guy. Especially if they paid her fee and sought her out. Zora was the best, the fact that he might have thought she was insufficient was a bit anger inducing.

"Yeah. Sure. He came to you because I'm so bad at my job." Zora said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well you haven't killed him yet have you? Didn't even hear me trackin' your prey." The red figure put a hand on her hip, looking at Zora annoyed.

Okay, this was getting annoying.

"Listen here, why don't you just scurry on back to wherever you came from and I'll forget about this." Zora said, giving the creature an out. At the same time, she raised her pistol. Pointing the gun squarely at the creature's forehead.

This was where Zora was expecting the encounter to end. With this odd little lady turning tail and fleeing. However, that wasn't what happened. Instead, the little creature stepped forward. She raised a knife, literally bringing a knife to a gun fight.

Zora would have laughed at the absurdity, but the glare that the creature was giving her made her want to coo instead. It was kinda hot.

"How 'bout you fuck off and let me kill this bitch? You can tell your client or whatever that he scurried away. And then I'll forget this ever happened." Came the retort, and Zora forgot how cute the creature was in favor of her temper flaring.

"I tried bein' nice, pipsqueak. I'm gonna get real nasty if you don't fuck off." Zora growled, stepping forward. She used her great height to tower over the creature, but the creature merely stepped closer. Looking unabashed.

"Bring it on! You think I'm scared of bullets? Why don't you take a shot and see what happens? I think your spine would look great as a necklace." The creature hissed out, and Zora found herself feeling an odd mixture of arousal and fury.

"I'll let you get away with one more threat before I-"

"Before you what? Whistle some more tunes and call 'Millie' in a tauntin' voice? Yeah, I'm shakin' in my boots." The creature, who she now knew as Millie, snarled. Zora found the name oddly suited the weird little thing.

"Then let's fucking go! Mano a mano, who needs weapons?" Zora said, putting away her pistol as Millie tucked away her knife. Zora noticed she coiled up, about to pounce when she noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye.

Her prey was trying to escape!

"STAY THE FUCK THERE!" Zora and Millie yelled together, their voices forming a hellish cacophony.

That caused them both to look at each other, and Zora saw Millie looking shocked. She found herself a little surprised.

Had she really allowed Millie to distract her so much? There was something about how Millie held herself, conducted herself, and had an obvious blood lust that intrigued her. Plus that mud really did something...

Zora took out her pistol again and shot the target in the kneecaps, and he fell crying out. Zora turned to Millie, who took out her knife. A little grin appeared on her red face, and she waltzed over and stabbed the target through the shoulder blade to further pin him down.

They looked at each other across the clearing, and Zora looked down at her gun, before chuckling and putting it away.

"I ain't gonna kill ya. Been a while since someone stood up to me like that." Zora said, an easy smile appearing on her face.

"Same, I had to admit I got distracted myself. So much so that the target almost got away. She wouldn't have been happy." Millie giggled. "Fucker screwed her over badly. She came to Hell filled with a rage that's rare for sinners."

Zora didn't catch some of that sentence, but something did stand out to her. Not the fact that Millie was from Hell, that didn't surprise her. But the pronoun.

Because her client was a very, very misogynistic man.

"Wait, did you say 'she'? The client is a man." Zora tried to clarify, and she saw that Millie's brows furrowed. Again, adorable.

"Because she's a she? He cheated on her then left her in a dangerous part of town, leadin' her to get killed." Millie said, like she was stating the obvious.

A lightbulb practically appeared over Zora's head, and she laughed at the situation.

"Oh- oh man! We almost got into a brawl over this bag of dicks because of a misunderstandin'! Turns out this guy had two people who wanted to see him dead. So they paid us." Zora said, and Millie began laughing too.

A bright grin was now present on Millie's face, and she kicked the guy while he was down. Literally.

They both continued to ignore the pained groans.

"Listen, I'd really love to just let you have at it, but my client wants proof." Millie said, her tone a bit more toned down. It reminded Zora a detail she had almost forgotten too.

"Oh yeah, so does mine. He wants his head." Zora was not all that thrilled about lugging around a head, but she'd do it. He'd paid the extra fee.

Millie's smile then turned a bit more sly, and Zora didn't know what was going through her head.

The thought excited her.

"My client wants a different head." The inflection in her voice made no mystery of what proof was required.

Zora let out a cackle, belly laughing. It had been a while since something had made her laugh that hard.

"Well, this works out nicely. Why don't we kill him together? You'll stab his stomach and I'll shoot his body until he stops breathin'? Then we cut the shit off, and bury the body. Diggin'll go faster with the two of us." Zora proposed, and Millie nodded.

It was an odd arrangement, but this was an odd situation. Plus, she kinda wanted to get to know Millie more.

And get to know she did.

She found out the imp was from Hell, and worked for an assassination company. And that she was quite the hellion. Their kill counts were almost equal, and they exchanged stories. Zora hadn't had someone relate to her like this in so long. Millie didn't judge her for her habits, she had the same ones!

Plus, as the moon climbed higher and illuminated the bloodstains on Millie's face, she only grew more attractive as Zora chatted with the bloodthirsty imp.

Eventually, the soil was patted down and their bags were secure with their trophies.

Millie stood in front of Zora, no longer tense and with a grin on her face.

"If we ever meet again, we should mud wrestle! I'd love to fight you." Millie said, her tone bubbly.

"Likewise." Zora felt the same. From what she saw of Millie and heard, she believed her. It would be a great challenge, a fun activity. She found herself already missing the imp and she hadn't even gone yet.

"Well, I gotta run. My boss is openin' the portal now."

Sure enough, a purple glowing circle opened up. Zora peeked in and saw an office with a few different imps. They were waving at her, and Millie put one foot through the portal.

"Bye Zora!" She said, and Zora returned her goodbye and the portal closed.

Standing next to the grave, Zora noticed that Millie had left her knife. Picking it up, Zora examined the blood on it. It had personality, just like the little imp.

Zora pocketed it, vowing to return it.

When they met again. Zora would do everything in her power to meet Millie again.

It had been so long since she had a challenge, someone on her wavelength. Someone who got her.

As she headed off into the distance, whistling a tune, one thought appeared in her mind.

She wasn't going to let Millie get away from her that easy.

[writseo]

Felix Weston

💛 - Platonic | 💖 - Romantic |  💜 - Family 

Headcanons

Specifics

💖 Felix X Trans(FTM)!Reader | Coming Out To Him 

💖 Felix X Bisexual!Reader 

💖 Felix X Shy!Nerdy!Reader 

💖 Felix X Suicidal!Reader

💖 Felix X Male!Reader | Dealing With Homophobia (Coming Soon) 

Regular 

💖 Being Childhood Bestfriends To Lovers

💖 Regular Friends To More 

💖 First Date 

💖 Being Bestfriends With Victor While Dating 

💖 Dealing With Anxiety 

💖 Adopting A Squirrel Together 

💖 Christmas Presents

Song Drabbles 

💖 Feelings by Travis Scott

💖 Seven by Taylor Swift  

💖 Driver’s License by Olivia Rodrigo 

< Back To Love, Victor Masterlist 

[http-finnick]

THE HUNGER GAMES ! ✯

including..finnick odair, katniss everdeen peeta mellark, and coriolanus snow!

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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑

“I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.”

angst ☂︎

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. = he said he’d be better, that he’d stop going to her for help and turn to his wife, but you stopped believing his lies a long time ago.

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = as finnick sneaks back into your cart during the victory tour, you start to pity him as he wraps his arms around you, knowing that this is all for the captiol and none of it is true…at least not for you.

𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 = as you sit in the cold hospital room of finnick odair in 13, you hear him talk about his one true love, and everything clicks.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫 = |fluff ending!|after the war, your whereabouts are a mystery. finnicks days are gloomy without his love as jealous friends burden him.

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞. = finnicks pov on how the capitol tortured and used you while he stands useless in district 13. once saved, he quickly realizes you aren't the same.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = finnick comforts you after a breakup.

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨. = first loves are the hardest to let go, especially when they're dead.

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬. =  you have to make a love story for the capitol with a clueless finnick, but how do you do that when he can’t stop talking about her?

fluff ☁︎

𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤.𝐨 =|soulmate!au, finnicks!pov|as the act of beetees plan grows near, you and finnick discover that you are each other’s soulmates and can talk telepathically. 

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = as wildflowers sprout around you and your baby wiggles in your arms, finnick kisses your neck to remind you of his love.

𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐲 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = during the victor tour you and finnick enjoy a hot morning shower to take your minds off things

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = |soulmate au| as you weave leaves on an empty stomach, you join finnick in hopes of getting this new group to like you. just to find your hearing ringing and vision blurring

𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = drabble about how finnick takes care of you when you’re sick

𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 |favors pt.2|= as the train takes you both home, you rest your head on your hand to dive into thought about who you are with finnick odair.

𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 = another night without sleep as your boyfriend lays limp on top of you, you watch the sunrise and curse your insomnia for the waking of finnick.

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = |soulmate au|as you sit in the sand with your soulmate, finnick during the midst of the 75th hunger games, he starts to toy with you telepathically.

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 = a short drabble on a shy finnick confessing his feelings to you after the war

𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 = a drabble on you making cookies with your whiny baby and almost as whiny husband

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = |soulmate!au|as you meet up with a new group under Johanna’s request, you start to notice the blink of color when you are alone with Finnick.

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 = as the soft waves hit finnicks boat, he hears a lully song that pulls him deeper into the warm waters

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 = finnick's chaotic life with an axe swinging, mason wife, and her crazy sister

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = when finnick odair comes to greet you with flirting, you couldn't help but play his game right back at him.

𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫 = after everything, you settle down with finnick near the sea where you two get married and have a baby

𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 = telling finnick you're pregnant before the quarter quell

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 = living in the meadows with your husband and two babies, you start to miss the sea

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KATNISS EVERDEEN

"this is no place for a girl on fire."

angst ☂︎

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fluff ☁︎

𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡-𝐮𝐩 | 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐬.𝐞 = you find your victor with smudge makeup when you visit her cabin one night and help her remove it

𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐬,𝐞 = you’re hunting with katniss, when she decides it’s your turn with the bow.

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𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

"nobody needs me"

angst ☂︎

...

fluff ☁︎

𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 - 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 = before the day starts you lay cuddled up with peeta, enjoying the warmth, and, dreading the thought of him leaving.

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CORIOLANUS SNOW

"snow lands on top"

angst ☂︎

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬.𝐬 = |can be a pt2 to mind reader| It’s the morning of coryos train to 2 and you’re overcome with emotions as you hold him.

fluff ☁︎

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬.𝐬 = you’re swimming in a lake with your lover as the thoughts of him leaving plague your mind

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬.𝐬 = you and coryo run into the meadow for a picnic date

[makaph]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri & Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri & Yuri Plisetsky, Christophe Giacometti & Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov, Christophe Giacometti, Everyone else is implied - Character Additional Tags: implied characters, Inspired by: Turandot, Turandot AU, Nessun Dorma from Act II, Turandot ACT II, Yuuri is the mysterious suitor, Victor is Turandot, I have recently read the story on wikipedia I'm sorry, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Boys In Love, Prince Victor Nikiforov, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Yuuri is my favorite boy, as usual, an AU nobody needed but I provided, God Save Me, tagged explicit for mentions of execution Summary:

ACT III of Turandot where the stranger who fell in love at first sight with the Prince and answered all of his riddles correctly gave him a way out.

And now, no one shall sleep until all questions are answered.

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Excerpt:

“What do you want as a prize? I can give you anything you want” he said with a sigh as he went closer to the young man.

 “What is it you desire?” he asked as he went closer still when he saw the young man whispering.

 “Louder” he ordered.

 “His life, your majesty” was the answer given, by a slave who is staring straight at him - such boldness.

 “Your life, in exchange for that man’s life?” he asked.

 Foolish.

[a-constant-gay-panic]

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! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics 

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

HP

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy 

IT 

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss 

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins 

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS 

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it: 

Jenna Ortega 

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis 

Timothée Chalamet 

Finn Wolfhard 

Zendaya 

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3