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drew having a huuuuuggeeeee crush on actress!reader she’s super successful and has won many awards but the thing is they don’t know eachother personally so when they meet at a red carpet she comes up to him and tells him how good queer was and stuff like that and he’s so shy and stuttering — they end up talking the whole night and exchanging numbers!! you could maybe add (if u want) drew texting her and inviting her for lunch and they get spotted by paparazzi 😫

Whispers in the Spotlight || Drew Starkey

authors note: hi anon!! thank you for your request, i hope you don’t mind i changed the ending just a bit!! picture from @outerbankspov

warnings: none

word count: 1,611

The Academy Awards ceremony was in full swing, the event reflected in the chandeliers and floral displays, all of Hollywood’s elite were there, making their way across the red carpet like they owned the world, their designer gowns and sharp tuxedos shimmering under the constant flash of cameras.

Y/N made her entrance and turned heads immediately. She wore a sapphire-blue gown, the plunging neckline and beadwork catching the light with every step. The fabric hugged her frame in all the right places, flowing behind her like a wave of elegance. She was stunning—her hair effortlessly styled, framing her face just right, while her makeup enhanced her natural beauty in a way that felt both effortless and sophisticated. She exuded confidence but carried herself with grace, not the kind that demands attention but the kind that draws you in, quietly.

As the photographers called out her name, she smiled, warm but controlled, not seeking their attention but embracing it with ease. She seemed completely at home in the chaos, each step deliberate but unhurried, as if she was walking through a moment she’d already mastered.

Across the red carpet, Drew Starkey stood watching her, feeling a wave of nervous energy building in his chest. He wore a perfectly tailored black tux, but despite the confidence his appearance might suggest, he couldn’t hide the way his heart raced as he watched Y/N approach. He had followed her career for years, in awe of how she could transform into any character she played. She was captivating, and in person, even more magnetic.

Now, seeing her up close, the woman behind all those performances, Drew couldn’t look away. She was mesmerizing in a way that left him speechless. He felt his pulse quicken, and for the first time that night, he wasn’t thinking about his own role in the event, but about her—completely.

While being interviewed by a popular entertainment reporter, Drew’s thoughts kept drifting toward Y/N. His responses became shorter, less focused, as he struggled to keep his composure. From the corner of his eye, he saw her approaching the interview area, her gown shimmering in the evening light. As she neared, Drew stood up straighter, cleared his throat, and quickly adjusted his suit jacket, trying to compose himself. His breath hitched, and he glanced away, trying to pull himself together.

“Y/N! You look absolutely stunning!” Emma exclaimed, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd.

“Thank you, Emma,” Y/N responded, her tone warm as she embraced the reporter. Her movements were graceful, almost magnetic. As she stepped toward Drew, her eyes found him, and her smile softened. “Hi, Drew,” she said gently, her voice like a melody. She leaned in, her perfume— a mix of floral and vanilla—filling the space between them as she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Drew’s pulse quickened. Her touch, though brief, sent a warmth radiating through him. "H-hey, Y/N," he stammered, his voice barely steady. Standing this close, he could see every delicate feature on her face—her skin, glowing under the lights, and those eyes, deep and expressive, holding his gaze longer than he expected. His heart raced, and he had to remind himself to breathe.

Emma jumped in asking her, “We’ve been talking about Drew’s performance in 'Queer'. Have you had a chance to see it?”

Her face lit up, “I have, actually! It was incredible. Luca’s work is always so emotional and so raw. And Drew,” she turned to look at him, her gaze intense and sincere, “you were phenomenal. You brought such a deep, haunting quality to your character. It was one of the best performances I’ve seen in a long time.”

Drew felt his cheeks flush under the weight of her words, heat creeping up his neck. “Thank you,” he mumbled, trying to suppress a smile. His voice, much deeper in person, drew her attention. She hadn’t realized how rich it was until now.

As the interview went on, Drew couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every smile she gave, every glance in his direction made his heart thud louder in his chest. She placed a hand on his arm mid-conversation—a small gesture, but the warmth of her touch lingered, sending a ripple of awareness through him.

As the event progressed, she navigated through more interviews, but Drew’s eyes followed her. He was captivated—each time their paths crossed, it felt like gravity was pulling them closer together. After the formalities were over, she made her way to the main hall, eventually finding her seat. She greeted other guests with ease, making small talk and posing for pictures. Yet, her mind wandered back to Drew—the way his deep voice made her heart skip, how his nervous stuttering was unexpectedly charming.

After a while, she excused herself to grab a drink. As she made her way back to her seat, she noticed Drew in conversation with a group nearby. His eyes found hers again, and their smiles met across the room. His gaze was steady, and there was something about it that made her feel seen—truly seen.

He excused himself from the group and walked over to her, his stride confident but relaxed. Up close, his presence felt even stronger. “Hey, you,” she greeted him, her voice playful. She leaned in for another hug, noticing how perfectly his tuxedo fit him, enhancing his shoulders and tall frame.

“How are you?” Drew asked, his eyes locking onto hers, his gaze intense but warm.

“Come sit with me, let’s talk,” she suggested, her eyes sparkling under the soft lights of the afterparty.

Drew didn’t hesitate, following her to the table where they sat facing each other. The atmosphere around them buzzed with chatter and laughter, but it all seemed to fade into the background once they settled in. Y/N crossed her legs gracefully, leaning in slightly, making it clear that she wanted to engage with him fully.

As they started talking, Drew felt his earlier tension slowly dissolve. He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it casually over the back of his chair. Crossing his arms, he leaned back just a little, but his attention stayed locked on her. Every word she spoke seemed to pull him in, and he found himself focusing on every detail—her tone, her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she was excited.

Their conversation flowed naturally, back and forth, like a rhythm neither of them wanted to break. With each passing moment, Drew felt himself relax more, sinking into the ease of their connection. He watched her closely, captivated not only by her beauty but by the way she animated her stories, her hands moving as she spoke. He was enthralled by her presence, soaking in every moment they shared.

As the night at the afterparty continued, they found themselves gravitating toward one another. The crowd had begun to grow smaller, and the city lights outside cast a warm glow across the quiet street. Stepping outside for a breath of fresh air, Drew lit a cigarette, taking a slow hit as they stood together under the dim streetlights.

She laughed softly at something Drew said, her eyes catching the way the smoke curled through the air between them. She hadn’t expected to enjoy his company this much. He was so different from how she’d imagined—his voice was deeper, smoother in person, and he had this way of making her feel like the only person in the world when they spoke. Every word she said seemed to land with him, his intense eyes always locked on hers.

Drew flicked the cigarette into the trash, standing up straighter as he turned to face her fully. Without thinking, he reached for her waist, pulling her gently into him. The space between them vanished, and Y/N’s breath hitched. She could feel the warmth of his body through his suit jacket, his hands resting firmly on her hips, and the proximity sent a rush of heat through her.

They were standing so close now, his tall frame towering over her, and she could smell the faint lingering scent of smoke mixed with his cologne. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, feeling the electric tension building between them.

"Get lunch with me tomorrow," Drew murmured, his voice low, barely above a whisper. His eyes held hers, filled with a mixture of hope and nerves. "Before I leave for Charleston?"

Y/N’s lips curled into a smile, feeling the warmth of his hands still holding her in place. She was surprised by how much she wanted to say yes, how natural it felt standing there with him like this, their bodies practically pressed together.

"Okay," she whispered back, her voice soft. "I’d love that."

Celebrity Insider: “Are Y/N and Drew Starkey the New Hot Couple?”

Last night’s Academy Awards might have been about the glitz and glamour, but it was the unexpected pairing of actress Y/N and Drew Starkey that has everyone talking. The two stars were spotted together throughout the evening, and their chemistry was undeniable.

From their friendly chat on the red carpet to the intimate stroll outside the venue, it’s clear that there’s a spark between them. The pair were seen laughing and holding hands, sparking rumors of a possible romance. With Y/N complimenting Drew’s recent performance in Queer and Drew clearly smitten by Y/N’s presence, fans are eagerly speculating about the nature of their relationship.

Could this be the beginning of Hollywood’s newest couple? Only time will tell, but for now, it seems like Y/N and Drew might be writing their own love story.

[jupiter-letters]

Dating Number 4/ Klaus Hargreeves would include☂️👻:

Fem! or GN! Reader TW: Brief mentions of addiction

A/N: I started Umbrella Academy a week ago and I’m obsessed, I’m almost done with season 3 and I can’t wait for season 4. I’d managed to fall in love with Robert Sheehan all over again and all that love has to go somewhere so here it is.

Waking up to little peppered kisses on your back and up your torso. If you don’t open your eyes he’ll just start blowing raspberries into your neck and on your face. Once he hears you laughing he’ll stop and flip you over. He likes being the first thing you see when you wake up. Some days are a little more peaceful and less silly, you wake to see him still asleep. A mess of curls and smudged glitter eyeshadow is the first thing you see. He’s at such peace and the most still you’ll ever see him. 

Putting makeup on each other, whether it’s going out or just playing around with new looks it doesn’t matter. Being able to experiment with new colors and combinations with each other is so much fun. On date nights you’ll pick outfits for each other, sometimes even just wearing each other’s clothes. Doing things like this with him leads to doing most things together. 

Why have him do things when you can do it for him? Or even with him? He loves having you wash his hair. Showers, baths? Of course we have to both be in there at the same time! Klaus is so touch starved any reason to spend time together he’ll take it,an added bonus is your company keeps the spirits away. 

You’re always in close proximity to each other, so your skin is always touching. Klaus just can’t get enough, physical touch becomes his middle name. He’s a natural affectionate person but just having you near is very grounding for him. 

He’ll draw on you with little glitter pens he carries in his pocket, he likes to call you his “canvas and his muse.” Even without the pens he’ll trace random shapes and words onto your arm or your back when you both lie in bed. Klaus also likes to play with your fingers when he’s bored.

Kissing!! He’s such a fiend for kissing my god, after that first kiss he’s finished. He always says he wants just one but it ends up escalating to a full on make out sesh. Doesn’t matter if you’re public or not you look too good it’d be a crime not to kiss you. Klaus doesn’t really give a damn about public embarrassment, if you wanted him to he’d run through central park naked, he would.

 Once he knows you’re ok with all the random bursts of affection he really piles it on. Neck kisses, shoulder kisses, nose kisses, not one day goes by where he doesn’t kiss you. He kisses like he wants to devour you, if he wasn’t able to kiss you that’d be hell on Earth. If you’re a fan of random kisses at the most inappropriate times he’s a professional. You’re driving, he’s gonna make out with you. Out shopping, kissing! Right now! Doctor’s appointment? Kisses under your jaw in the waiting room, he can’t help it, he's bored.

Helping him get clean, you and Ben have been pretty good influences in his life. Trying to keep him on the straight and narrow for the sake of his health. He wants to be present for you, he wants to be able to remember the things you do together. You help him find fun things to do without getting drugs involved. Taking your time and being patient with him means the world to him. He loves his siblings but they aren’t the best at helping him with it. They do try a little harder when you come around seeing how serious you are about helping him. You stay awake with him when his nightmares get too bad or when the withdrawal is really wearing him down. If it’s the ghosts that are bothering him you just tell them to piss off.(he really appreciates that)

Klaus begins to teach himself new skills to help you out around the house, cooking, cleaning you name it. He doesn’t do it very well but you appreciate the effort anyway. Chores become another activity for you both to do. He’ll even indulge in some of your hobbies just for the fun of it. 

Tattoos! He gets something on his wrist that reminds him of you, he can’t wait to show you too. If you get one related to him, god forbid a little number 4 on you he’ll cry. He does eventually tell you about the rest of his journey in Vietnam and Dave. Klaus wants to be sure you know he won’t compare you to him, He’ll always love Dave but he doesn’t love you any less. He’ll get really shy if you kiss his hand tattoos, there aren’t a lot of ways to fluster him so that’s a good one. 

Being surrounded by death and destruction most of his life really makes him appreciate what you have. The way you indulge in his antics and impulses makes Klaus feel so seen. You don’t feel real to him sometimes; late at night he’ll just lay his head on your chest and listen to your heart beating. 

When some crazy new developments or drama happens in his family you’re first to know. Luther tells him something very personal and secret and 15 mins later he’s calling you on the mansion’s phone. 

Luther: “This stays between us Klaus I mean it…” Klaus: “Of course Lulu I wouldn’t dream of telling anyone you’re dirty little secret” A few moments later… Klaus: “Babe you’ll never believe what Luther just told me!”

He’ll always be looking at you, wherever you are and whatever you’re doing you have his full attention. Klaus will just be gazing at you lovingly while five is trying to talk to him, eventually he’ll just ignore him and go to talk to you. You're his favorite person to talk to; he never gets bored with you.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

[saturnville]

congratulations, mr. president

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x linnea lowtower. content: coriolanus is announced as president of Panem with his wife by his side. warning: none. an: idk this is short and simple. just randomly thought of it. I was gonna add smut but decided against it. tags: @fastlikealambo

Coriolanus knew that the stars were aligned for his future. And, he knew that they one day, would align as a stepping stone to the seat of the presidency. The odds were ever in his favor. Though, life threw him arils of sour pomegranate and his support system was minuscule once his father passed, life had proven that good things come to those who wait. He had waited long enough. It was finally his time.

Election season was brutal, but unlike his peers, Coriolanus could easily admit that he enjoyed it. He was full of charm, class, and intelligence that made everyone fall for him. He became the President of Panem at the tender age of 24. The world was in the palm of his hand.

It was the day of his swearing in. The sun rose early and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled his hotel suite. He spent the evening alone, per his request, to collect himself before his swearing in. His blue eyes darted to the clock on the wall. He had an hour to prepare himself before he’d be whisked away to the center of the Capitol. He stepped to the bathroom to begin getting ready.

Hot showers were something he still was not used to. For thirteen years, he lived just above the poverty line, and cold showers became a norm. It was better than no water at all, he reasoned. Coriolanus ran his fingers through his short, damp hair as he fumbled around for his toothbrush and toothpaste.

Through the foggy mirror, he caught his reflection. He looked much different than he did during his time at the Academy and at University. He no longer had shaggy, blond curls, but rather a platinum blond and a haircut with short sides and considerable length at the top, that was always strategically brushed back. It made him look older, more mature. More powerful. His shoulders were stronger and more broad, and he oozed confidence with every step he took. A complete 180 change.

Coriolanus flicked off the bathroom light and whistled his way to the main room. Near the window was a rack of clothes. The option he’d chosen hung pressed and wrinkle free against an iron hanger. His fingers danced along the thick fabric. The circular buttons, his fingertips touched. Tigris’ design.

He dropped his towel and proceeded to get dressed. He eyed himself in the mirror as he buttoned his shirt. A small smile graced his lips. Patience was a virtue and it proved to leave him victorious.

A soft knock came from the door. Coriolanus dropped his coat on the bed and went to open it. “Who is—hi.”

“Good morning, Coriolanus.” Right past him walked his wife. His eyes followed her with every step she took. He let go of the door slowly and let it close behind them. “How are you feeling?” She sat elegantly at the foot of the bed. She crossed her leg at the knee, her brown skin a stark contrast against her white dress. Coriolanus released a shaky breath.

To say his wife was stunning was far from an understatement. Their marital union began once they graduated from the Academy. Coriolanus proposed to her the day of graduation with a unique ring—a two diamond band, one silver, and one ruby red. Six years with her by his side through the ups, downs, and in-betweens.

She was a sensual being. Even in her most classy and elegant attire. She picked out her dress for the occasion and she picked it well. She wore a figure-hugging white dress with a slit going up the left thigh. Her dress was sleeveless with feathers along the chest. On her feet were a heel a shade of the deepest crimson. Her makeup was bold, eyes and lips bleeding with crimson. Her locs were curled and curtained her back. His beautiful wife. His First Lady. His Queen of Panem.

“Fine,” he said shortly. He extended his hand and took hers into his. She was careful not to rest her head on his white shirt; she’d hate for his outfit to be tainted with makeup. “Even better now. I’m almost ready. Just need my jacket.” He nodded at his crimson trench coat that rested on the edge of the bed. She broke from his embrace and swiped the coat from his hands.

“Go.” She pointed to the full length mirror on the back of the hotel door. He followed her command with ease. Though shorter than him, the crown of her head could be seen behind his stature as she stood behind him. She took the coat in her hands and gestured for him to slide his arms in the sleeves. One by one.

Her hands smoothed the non-existent wrinkles on the shoulders of the coat. Coriolanus lifted his chin, an unfamiliar sense of power coursing through his veins. On Linnea’s lips played a smile of approval. “Well, Mr. Snow, it’s about that time, yeah?” Right on cue, a knock on the door. It was time.

Coriolanus met her eyes through the mirror and nodded. “It’s that time.”

“It is with great pride that we welcome your new president of Panem,” Lucretius Lucky Flickerman said lowly. His dark eyes scanned over the crowd who itched with anticipation for their new leader to enter. “Coriolanus Snow!”

A pair of titanium doors opened. The logo of the Capitol split in two and slowly, Coriolanus and Linnea came into view. Capitol citizens roared with excitement. Coriolanus glanced at Linnea, who was already looking at him with a smile on her lips.

They were guided toward two chairs in the center of the suite. It was an overwhelming sight to see. Tens of hundreds of thousands people, proud and ecstatic for the arrival of the man who was determined to make Panem the greatest it could ever be. They were here for him, for Coriolanus Snow. The man who fought and clawed his way to the top. The man who went from something, to nothing, to everything in a short amount of time. Who could stop him? Coriolanus squeezed her hand tightly.

“Please, everyone, give it up for President Coriolanus Snow, and his First Lady, Linnea Snow!” A roar of cheers erupted. Dreams had become a reality.

Linnea leaned up and brought her lips to his ear, “Congratulations, Mr. President.” The words rolled off her tongue smoother than molasses. And the look in her eye was killer. Was she trying to make him weak in the knees in front of everyone? Putty in her hands, he was. Desire glazed over her brown eyes. She would pay for it later.

Coriolanus’ arm draped around her waist and his hand ghosted over the swell of her bottom. He brought his lips to her ear. “Save the congratulations for later, sweetheart. We’ll celebrate the right way, my beautiful First Lady…”

She smiled softly. “I love you.”

Not caring about the crowd ahead of them, his lips ghosted over hers. “Mhm, I love you, too.”

[descendantsramblings]

Love the morgie and hook dominant!reader, maybe another headcanon version with submissive!reader, sfw pillow princess vibes?

Sfw pillow princess is the funniest statement I’ve ever read but also I have NO CLUE how to describe what you’re asking for otherwise. I can absolutely do that love, I love playing with the dynamics of hook/reader/morgie they’re literally my boys

Babydoll

James Hook x GN! Reader x Morgie le Fay

No Pronouns Used

Warnings: SFW Dominance, vomit mention, pet names, mentions of makeout sessions but absolutley no detail what-so-ever, neck kiss mention, jealousy mention, hot type of possessive tendencies (not yandere shit), mentions of Hooks and spells being used violently

Word Count: 1.7K

Anyone who was anyone was well aware that Morgie le Fay was head over heels for you from the second you started at Merlin Academy. 

Which is what shocked everyone when his roommate asked you out, nobody thought that Hook would betray him like that 

Of course the rest of the school wasn’t aware that he had asked Morgie out too, for the same night, same time, and same place

James Hook has always been a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and what he wanted was you and Morgie. He had no shame in taking what he wants, and both of you were well aware of that

It was a shock to Morgie when James said they had to go pick you up before they could go, and it was a bigger shock when you had both guys who caught your attention standing outside of your door. 

Not that Morgie could complain, even if his crush on you was more noticeable, he’d had a thing for Hook for years. Probably since the day that they moved into their freshman dorm. 

And you weren’t one to complain either, having two extremely attractive guys fawn over you felt extremely good

Hook pulling out your chair for you, Morgie ordering for you when he could tell you were nervous about talking to the waiter

They were taking care of you, had you right where they wanted you. And it felt amazing, you needed it to be more than just one night 

Lucky for you, neither boy had any plans of letting that night be the only one. There would be many more dinners and picnics and walks and whatever else they could think of to pull a smile out of you

The three of you made it official by your third date

It didn’t take either of them long to realize that you were putty in their hands when they did anything someone could consider as an act of dominance, and they surely did like that 

Like you were their little doll, theirs to touch and tease and dress up, they loved that

Hook Focused Headcanons 

Obviously, as the Captain of a pirate crew, James is used to being dominant in his life

But with you (and Morgie if the boy is also leaning towards being more submissive that day) he gets to be gentle in his dominance, and by god does he like that

His Hook pretty much stays tucked into one of your belt loops, holding you against him.

Lips constantly brushing over your temple or forehead, not pressing against them but leaving the ghost of a kiss on you. As if you’re fragile in some regard. 

He can get more aggressive though, especially if you’re being bratty or someone else upset him

You’re no stranger to having kiss reddened lips from your place against a wall if he sees fit

But more so, he loves being able to be gentle with you

If you need help with something and he can tell, it’s “Love, let me help you” before you can open your mouth to ask for it

If you wear makeup and you’re getting frustrated with it, he’ll kneel in front of you and take over for you, damn near cooing at you about how pretty he thinks his partner is

He loves getting to introduce you and Morgie to people, “This is my partner, (Y/n) and our boyfriend, Morgie” he’s so proud of it

You spend an ungodly amount of time perched on his lap in the hideout or the courtyard (with Morgie’s hand tightly grasped in yours) 

James isn’t much for holding hands, but as long as you’re okay with it he loves PDA. Again with the belt loop agenda, but also kissing your forehead/temple/cheek, and lap sitting, and kissing you at school dances. He’s got part of himself touching you pretty much at all times

 Pet names fly off of this boy’s lips on basically every single sentence he lets out and you eat it up every single time

He likes to use different ones to see what you react to better, he takes a mental note on nicknames you seem to prefer. 

If you’re clingy, he eats it up he adores feeling needed

Hook loves to pick out your outfits for you, especially when he can get you in colors that he and Morgie prefer to wear

After the first date, he continued to pull your chair out for you and scoot you back into the table any chance he got 

Morgie focused Headcanons 

You’re significantly more likely to be a brat for Morgie because he’ll put up with more before putting you in your place (unless Hook gets tired of it first and beats him to it) 

Morgie isn’t huge on PDA but he loves to hold your hand. He actually prefers to hold one of yours in both of his, as if you’re absolutely precious

He carries your bag/books for you in the halls when you’re on the way to class

Morgie is really big on planning dates, he loves it. You and Hook just have to dress appropriately and show up, he’ll handle the rest

Has never and will never forget an anniversary or birthday, Morgie is on that. 

Even though he’s not big on PDA, you best believe he’s kissing you before you part ways, just a little peck on the lips.

He’s really intune to your emotions, the slightest hint of you being any form of upset will lead to him opening his arms with a “Come here, Baby” 

Puts your shoes on for you (+ties them if they need it) 

Literally doesn’t let you carry anything, not because he thinks you can’t but because he doesn’t think you should have to 

 He’s a lot less likely to get aggressive with you (he will with Hook if James deserves it) but when he does, by god have you earned it

On nights where you end up staying with them without intending to, it’s always because of him. Morgie is no stranger to laying on top of you and dotting kisses on your neck and shoulder until you agree to stay the night with them

He has your go-to orders memorized, and unless you mention wanting something different that day he orders for you without having to ask

Big fan of buying you flowers, your nightstand never goes bare 

He fixes your clothes or hair anytime he can notice them out of place as if it’s second nature for him

If you’re telling him something and get flustered and look away, he’s no stranger to tilting your chin back up and telling you to look at him. 

Often is the one telling you to go to bed, he wants to sleep and also knows that you don’t sleep enough 

He will tell you to ask him nicely if you ask for something while being bratty, and you’re not getting it until you ask nicely or get it yourself 

Back to both of them 

They will find any reason to have you stay the night with them (“It’s raining you can’t walk back to your dorm in that, Baby” “It’s far too cold for you to go back to your dorm, Love, you forgot your jacket.” “You know, Darling, we have plans early tomorrow, you may as well just stay here and we can get ready together”) 

They’re not above referring to you as Theirs to others, no one gets to have the idea that you’re open to more than just the two of them

You haven’t had to actually get up and get something for yourself the majority of your relationship,they have you so incredibly spoiled

Both boys have a tendency to slide a hand on your back to guide you through crowds

They’re big on praise,both to you and from you. If you like something they’re doing, tell them

If you’re getting sick, Hook is holding your hair (or rubbing your back if your hair is shorter) while Morgie is getting 2 wet rags (one to wipe your mouth, the other for the back of your neck) 

When they get you to sleep over, more often than not you fall asleep listening to James’ heartbeat with Morgie spooning you so incredibly warm and wrapped up in them 

Or you’re the middle spoon, Hook curled up in your arms with Morgie’s face nuzzled into your hair

Rarely (as Hook hates to be the big spoon) you’ll fall asleep with your face nuzzled into Morgie’s chest, his arms stretched around you to rest on Hook who’s spooning you. All six of your legs creating a tangle

They don’t get jealous of each other (obviously) but by god do they get jealous of other people

If a prince gets a little too comfortable and starts flirting with you, there’s suddenly two guard dogs on either side of you, their hands wandering over you as they’re glaring 

Which will end up with you in their dorm or a dark corner, them taking turns with your lips while the other whispers in your ear about how you’re theirs (Not that you need the reminder) 

Rarely, when Morgie is feeling especially submissive, you two are the brat duo of James’ nightmares (he finds the both of you playing your attitudes off of each other mind-numbingly hot but be he wouldn’t admit that with a sword to his neck) 

 Hook rarely gets submissive but more so needy, laying down and looking over the two of you before demanding that you “Come cuddle” 

Pirate ship dates where Hook is steering and Morgie is rubbing sunscreen on your back 

Swimming with them is the absolute worst though, Hook loves to play colors and think of the most ridiculous colors to keep dunking you in the water (Who in their right mind thinks of burnt-sienna while playing colors) And marco polo with Morgie leads to him cheating every single time 

They’re without a doubt protective over you, especially if you’re not a villain. No one is making their partner feel out of place

And if someone threatened you? That golden Hook or Morgie’s book of spells would be put to good use, no one is going to threaten you and get away with that 

They’re obsessed with you, you hung the stars to them. They’d do whatever you wanted to make sure you were happy, to ensure that you don’t want to leave them (not that you’d ever so much as consider it)

[mockingkatniss]

🎀 nswf | mdni | academic!Coryo x reader 🎀

ok so being in the academy almost 8 hours a day it’s not easy and sometimes is difficult to keep each other’s paw away.

Some days are tougher so Coryo actually begs you under his breath to bury his mouth into your pussy.

So he does, he definitely eat you out in the academy bathrooms at least 3 times a week. you both calculated a time where people would not go to bathroom in between classes so the risk of being caught was lower even to that made you even more horny. your pretty ass pressed against the cold tiles as your red pants are actually ripped off and your skirt uniform is just rode up to your belly.

coryo would just let it pass and kneel on the white tiles on the floor to just attack your pussy as you pressed and hand against your mouth to stop the moans and the whines. your hand would tug at his curls but not harshly rather to just press his mouth deeper in your folds.

but the bathroom is not the only place actually, one time you let coryo fuck your face in the library, saliva dropping to the floor near your knees while also making a mess of your fine makeup. it was in between shelves during the late evening actually.

you should also admit that time when he fucked you hard and quick in the reaping ceremony room, doggy style obviously, while you were kneeling on the first row benches, your eyes fixated on the details sculptured in the upper part of the ceiling rapresenting panem and capitol city, eyes rolling and mouth wide as coryo pinched your cheek a few times.

“didn’t know our nation made you so horny bunny.”

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National Anthem ♡ (pt. 2)

hello everybody! this is part two of my very first fic ever! thank you all for all the love. i hope you enjoy ☻

warnings: toxic snow, suggestiveness (not smut!), fem!reader x young!coriolanus snow, use of Y/N, annnnd that's it for this chapter!

i still have another chapter to post, but i am pretty sure that will be the last one!

enjoy!

The day of the gala was, well, completely frantic. You saw your father for the first time out of his office in a long time, hurriedly grabbing some breakfast before heading to his fitting. Your fitting was soon, so you scarfed down a bagel your cook had made, as well as a small cup of coffee before heading upstairs. 

As the President’s family, you had unlimited private helpers in every field. Your seamstress, Kali, was the best of the best. You and her had become decently close, speaking about all the academy drama whilst you would get fitted in your dresses. 

It was nearing 11am now, so Kali was sure to arrive in the next thirty minutes. She would just be taking the dress and changing anything you weren’t sure about, or changing things to accentuate your body. You had some risqué ideas about this gala in particular. Coriolanus picking you up certainly amped up the need to be absolutely flawless. 

Kali arrives shortly after your shower, wanting to get started as fast as possible. 

“This is the dress I chose for tonight, Kali. I really love it - what do you think? Think all the boys are gonna swarm me?” You laugh as you hand the hanger over to the woman. 

“Oh darling. You are going to be in all of Panem’s minds after this dress. I already know what we’re going to do. Put the damn thing on!” 

You quickly strip out of your clothing, slipping the dress on little by little as you go. It fits fine in most parts, the straps being a little too big and the bottom being a little long and loose around your butt. You stand on a small platform in your room, looking in a full body mirror as Kali starts to hem the bottom slightly. You have ladies working on your hair at the same time. 

“I think we’re gonna keep a train on the dress, Y/N. You’re old enough now, you can be a little more mature don’t you think? Oh! We’re also going to lower the neckline a tad. Maybe find you a husband before the night is over,” Kali jokes. 

Secretly, you’ve been waiting for the moment you could start being more seductive with your clothing. It made you feel different, more daring. You watched as she so carefully trimmed the hem of the dress, leaving a small train on the red dress. She then pulls the dress to the side of your hips, showing how much fabric was left. She took it in, making sure to highlight your bottom as best as possible. 

Finally, your hair was finished. Just on time for Kali to come to the front of the dress and work on the neckline. Your hair was in a slick back low style, the top pieces being slick but the bottom half of your hair flowing freely in elegant curls. 

As you admired the now tailored dress, Kali stepped in front of you to alter the front. The now sweet and dainty neckline was soon to be plunging almost down to your abdomen. Your stomach twisted and turned at the idea of people seeing this much of you, but you were equally as excited. You were finally able to dress like a woman. 

Kali did her magic on your dress, making you look the best you had ever looked for a gala. By the time she was done, it was nearly three pm. All that was left to do was makeup, then you would be picked up by Coriolanus. 

You sat down, letting the artists do their job while you let yourself get lost in thought. The thoughts were mostly about Coriolanus, but nobody needed to know that. You anticipated the look on Bridgette’s face when you arrived with Coriolanus on your side. You simply could not wait to see her reaction. You look up in the mirror, smiling at how pretty you felt. Maybe, just maybe, pretty enough for Coriolanus to see you in a different light. 

Four-thirty pm. There was simply no way this was about to happen. Were you to sit in the front seat with him? Back seat? Who knows. You were prepared to do whatever he told you, eager to see if he would say anything else about his eagerness to drive you. Surely not. 

Quickly finishing the last details of your makeup, your makeup helper smiles and thanks you before heading out. Kali gives you a motherly kiss on the cheek, telling you to ‘go get ‘em tiger.’ You smile sweetly, appreciating her support and love. You add on some dark red gloves, reaching all the way to your elbows, bringing out the red in your dress even more. You add on your bracelets, some of the most expensive in all of Panem. 

Looking at yourself one last time, you run your hands down your body and smile. You look stunning, so sharp that not even a knife could compete. You’re definitely going to be the talk of the Capitol, but you cared more about how Coriolanus would act. 

Your father yells throughout the house, signaling for you to meet him in the lobby, ready to go. You grab your bag, and slowly exit your bedroom. Taking deep breaths, you descend down the staircase slowly, noting that Coriolanus is not here yet. Releasing your anxious breath, you reach the bottom of the stairs and blankly smile at your father. He doesn’t say a word, just looks you over and mouths a quiet ‘perfect’ before turning and heading into another room. 

You frown out of disappointment, hoping your father would maybe tell you that you were pretty, or say something dad-like. Just for once, you wished. He returns back into the foyer, fiddling with his hair and practicing his presidential speech. 

“Your ride should be outside by now. You shouldn’t keep him waiting, it’s not ladylike,” he says, not looking at you. 

Your breath hitches as you immediately turn towards the front door, a black SUV now waiting outside. You turn back to your father before walking out the door. The cold air hits you like a ton of bricks, feeling cold enough to start spitting snow any minute. Using the handrails, you slowly start to walk down the porch steps before your attention is suddenly diverted. Out steps Coriolanus, handsome as ever. Actually? The most handsome you had ever seen him. His white blonde hair slicked back perfectly, his icy blue eyes shining due to the contrast. He’s walking towards you, ready to grab your hand to help you down. Then, you realize something - his outfit. 

His outfit was none other than a perfect match of red to your dress. The two articles of clothing could have been purchased together. His dark red suit jacket paired with black pants and a black dress shirt. You slightly looked up to the sky and said a silent prayer for yourself. He takes your hand in his, lifting it upwards to elegantly kiss it. His eyes didn’t break from yours once. You smile and curtsy slightly before he walks you to the car. He opens the passenger door of the car and helps you inside before heading to the driver's side himself. He gets in quickly, slamming the door shut aggressively. You jump, clearly started before he leans over to you. 

“We need to talk. And I have to make it fast before we get there. We’re going to go slow, and take the long way to the venue. Is that okay, darling?” 

Darling? What was going on? Your eyes were wide, mouth open. 

“Yeah, that’s fine I guess,” you stammer out. What were you supposed to say? He smiles and puts the vehicle in gear before slowly taking off. 

“You must be wondering why I’ve been acting this way, wanting to drive you, unnecessarily charming you, the list goes on I’m sure.” He pauses, looking at you with raised eyebrows before continuing. 

“But before I continue, I need you to be honest with me for a second. We’ve never spoken before but I know you admire me, correct?” 

You are stunned at this point. Your heart was pounding, stomach swirling, and your eyes were looking all over his face. You noticed how he was relatively calm, yet it seemed like he was on the brink of going wild. 

“I- I wouldn’t say adm-“ he cuts you off sharply, laughing. 

“That’s all I need to know.” His laugh slowly dying out, he pulls into an empty lot, secluded from everything else. You look around frantically, not knowing if you should feel safe with him, or be utterly terrified. 

“I just need to try something before I can trust you. Can you trust me?” He puts the car in park and looks at you, sincereness in his eyes. You nod your head yes, not being able to get any words out at all. 

He nods his head back, before unbuckling his seatbelt and slowly leaning in. His lips brush against yours for just a second, before he grabs the back of your head and pushes you into him. You don’t know why, but something about this feels sinister. Sinister, but so right. His tongue brushes against your lips, immediately you open your mouth letting him in. He’s grabbing your hair with one hand and stroking your face with the other as the kiss gets deeper and more passionate. 

Fireworks are going off all over your body, a needing feeling bubbling in the most private of places. You place your hands around his neck, slightly digging your nails in. He breaths out in the kiss, smiling and breaking it for just a second. He gives you a peck of the lips before fully releasing you, staring straight into your eyes. 

“I just needed to see if what I was feeling was real. It certainly is.” Your foreheads are touching, the tension of the moment so thick, it could be sliced with a knife. 

“I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Snow.”

He returns back to his seat fully, before buckling his seatbelt. He eyes you over one last time before returning the route to the venue. 

“I’m not sure I know what I mean either, darling. But we’ll discuss that later. You look absolutely stunning tonight, did you know?” 

He uses one hand to turn the vehicle, the other grabbing onto your hand closest to him. It seems as if nothing had just happened, you hoped he wasn’t regretting it. You sure weren’t. 

You looked down at your hands interlocked, slightly overwhelmed with everything. You were confused, to say the least. 

“Thank you, but I - what just happened Coriolanus?” You stuttered in your sentence, mentally cursing yourself for showing vulnerability. His grasp tightened on your hand slightly, a smile breaking free from his stoic expression. 

“You, Ms. Y/N, have had way too much of an effect on me. I need that to be contained, and I need it to be mine. I need you to be mine. But for now, it’ll just be for the gala. I need you to make sure you’re mine tonight specifically. At the end of the night, we can discuss.” 

His answer only confused you more. Your face twisted with confusion as you looked out your window. 

“Just enter with me, save a few dances with me, and converse with me some. Just do how a couple would normally do,” he says, casually. 

You turn back to face him, noticing his slight smile turn more upwards. He seems… truthful. 

“Why, alright then.” You continue to stare at him as you wrap your brain around what he could really be scheming.

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Priorities

Sub!Xavier Thorpe x Female OC smut

WARNING! If you are under 18 yrs old, do not read this piece. I do not take responsibility for anything if you proceed.

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Despite being the most skilled artist at Nevermore Academy, Xavier Thorpe wanted his girlfriend to help him out with his jester makeup. However, he didn't want to make it easy for her. He wanted to have her, close, for a bit longer than just a few minutes of dabbing face paint onto his cheeks.

“Will you stop squirming,” Val let out an exasperated sigh, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“Tickles.” 

Xavier grimaced, flinching slightly and scrunching up his nose at the brush bristles around his eye. A squiggle of black adorned his cheek, messing up the entire half of his already painted face.

The warm sunlight was slowly inching away from the walls - it was nearing midday, and they still weren’t ready for the upcoming competition. They were in Xavier’s dorm room for more than an hour now, doing his godforsaken clown makeup for the entire time. He could not make up his mind about the design - or at least that’s what he made her think it was.

V huffed, getting up from the desk she was sitting at to get a towel. She would have to remove the makeup for the fifteenth time this morning. And again, his fingers slid against her leg as she did so, gliding over a particularly sensitive spot at the back of her knee, earning a quiet gasp from her. She shivered, goosebumps erupting on her exposed skin and gave him a side-eye. He smiled, feigning innocence. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

He knew all of her sweet spots, he had them mapped out - no, burned into his memory. He studied them religiously every single chance he got. Just like when he ghosted his fingertips over the crook of her neck during the lunch breaks, pretending to notice a speck of fabric that needed to be taken off of her skin, or when he glided his palms along the small of her back when she passed him in the halls. Or when he slid his fingers along her inner thighs, right underneath her skirt - on supposed accident - every time she got up from his lap, or when he caressed her ankles, swirling his thumbs around them whenever they were hanging out with their friends in the courtyard. Or when he kept looking out for loose strands of her hair just to tuck them away, brushing his fingernails oh-so-tenderly behind her ear or across the nape of her neck, when he pretended to get her hair out of her collar before every Botany class they had together. 

He knew every single one of those spots and more. Many, many more.

He remembered them all vividly, when she was then moaning quietly in a bathroom stall or an empty classroom, as he worshiped her flushed skin slowly, inch by inch, his large hands feeling the mounds of her hips, spreading her thighs to nestle between them. He relished in hearing his own name, soft and breathy on her lips. He loved the feeling of her fingers intertwined in his hair when he caressed her heated, dripping folds with his hungry mouth. He noted every move, every sound she made when he lapped at her sensitive clit, how she arched her back when he sucked on her relentlessly. How hot she became and how her legs trembled when she got close to the edge because of him. He remembered how his long fingers were stretching her heat, pumping in and out of her at a steady pace, absolutely in love with the feeling of her clenching around them. How he loved hearing her groan throatily with her head thrown back when the lewd, wet sounds of her pussy swallowing his fingers filled the room. How she was pulling at his hair, pushing him closer to herself, making him bury his face into her sopping, fluttering cunt. 

He very well remembered how his dick was rock hard by then, straining painfully against the fabric of his underwear, or how he wanted to skip the next few classes, begging her to fuck - and how she scolded him for it with a faux look of sympathy on her reddened face. He remembered her pink, flushed cheeks and her glazed eyes, giving him those heavy lidded, cocky looks, when she tried to smooth out her shirt before the next class, trembling hands trying to fix up her skirt. He remembered Ajax giving him a knowing smile every time they barely showed up on time for the class, bumping his shoulder with an "extracurricular activities, eh", to which he always nodded, grinning smugly under his nose. How he could still taste her on his tongue, making it difficult for him to focus on the subject presented in class, as he tried to fight his still throbbing, untouched dick. How much more difficult it was, when she sat a few rows in front, shifting in her seat because of what he had just done to her mere minutes ago. It replayed in his mind's eye in every detail when she turned her head to look at him and sent him a wink.

Xavier remembered every single moment like this. And he still wanted more of them, more of her. He was addicted.

His heart fluttered when she slowly swayed her hips as she walked back towards the desk he was sitting at, wet towel in hand. She seemed to know what he was playing at by now but didn't want to give that away just yet. Curiosity overtook her. She wondered, what is he going to do with a little bit of a push in the right direction. 

She lifted her skirt up, just enough to make Xavier see her panties and straddled his legs, bringing the towel close to his smudged cheek. His little gasp didn't go unnoticed and she smirked, leaning closer to his face, watching in amusement, how transfixed he was by her clothed cunt so close to his hardening dick.

"I'm gonna have to start all over again." She pouted, wiping at the black splotch on his cheek. It only smudged more, messing up the red lines of the smile. Her thumb brushed his cheekbone, pushing away a strand of hair that escaped his half-up, half-down hairdo.

"Or…" He took her hand into his large one, away from his cheek, his breath fanning her palm. "We could… rest… for a… bit… you know?"

He planted soft, wet, open mouthed kisses along the line of her wrist and up her arm at every pause, leaving red face paint in their wake and making her drop the towel. And just as he expected, V's face relaxed, her eyelids fluttered at the sensation. This was too good to refuse. His other hand pulled her against his bare chest as he continued to kiss her, stopping every now and then at a particularly delicate spot near her shoulder.

"Xavier–" 

"Yes, baby?" His plump lips were now busy with her other wrist, gliding over the sensitive skin. His fingers slid under her shirt and rested on her lower back, sending shivers down her spine.

"We're gonna-ah–" she gasped, shifting on top of him, making him suck in his breath suddenly as she rubbed her clothed pussy against his semi-hard on. "Gon' be late."

He only hummed in response, his breath now on the side of her neck. She snaked her fingers into his hair, messing up his bun, making him purr and prompting him to latch his mouth onto her pulse. Every nip left a wet spot, the cool air contrasting with the warmth of his breaths in between the kisses. Her nipples hardened to the point they were visible through her sports bra and her shirt and he noticed this immediately. 

His big hands worked slowly, caressing her sides, stopping at her every moan to prolong the sensations that sent shivers down her body, making a knot form in her stomach when they slid underneath her bra. His long fingers brushed over her perked nubs. He kept kissing her jawline, her throat, feeling the vibrations of her moans forming, ready to fall from her lips if he gave her just a little bit more.

Xavier didn't want anything else in the world right now but to give her everything he could, just to hear her.

Her shirt and bra now laid abandoned somewhere on the floor. His nose slid down her chest, leaving a white-red stripe of paint on her sternum and the undersides of her breasts, licking the newly exposed, delicate skin, inching closer and closer to her nipples. And she shuddered in anticipation, feeling his wet mouth drawing closer to her aching spots. When he finally did, his lips closing around one of them, his tongue circling it hungrily, she moaned his name, pushing herself against him. Her hands fisted his hair, tugging at the strands at the back of his head, making him groan into her breasts. He could feel her wetness through the material of hers and his own underwear and he could not help himself anymore. He rolled his hips into her core, desperate for some sort of pleasure to soothe his now aching cock. 

His open mouthed kisses got messy, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth as he did everything in his might not to throw his head back when she ground her cunt onto his hardened dick. His name repeatedly falling from her open mouth in breathy moans made his head feeling fuzzy, leaving him wanting - no, needing more. His hands roamed her body in a desperate frenzy, trying to bring her closer to him, to feel her whole against his chest. He sucked on her hardened nipples, grazing them with his teeth on accident, just as she leaned away from him with a squeal and her hand trailed down his abdomen. He groaned at the sensation of her warm fingers sliding under the waistband of his underwear and wrapping around his shaft, his hard cock now free from the material. He watched her spit down on him and lower herself over his twitching cock, her mouth open and ready to take him.

"No." He heard himself say. He grabbed her wrist to stop her, surprising her as well as himself by his actions. She looked at him, taking in his mess of a makeup and a wild, kind of desperate look in his green eyes.

“I want– I, ah, just use me.” He whispered, breathless. Heat was rising to his cheeks, a bit ashamed at his own boldness. “Use me like a toy. Make yourself feel good first, baby.”

Their lips crashed together in a needy, messy, open mouthed kisses, teeth and tongues clashing, trying to taste each other before the other one.

His eyes snapped shut, his hips bucked into her palm with a gasp as he felt her guide his dick towards her heat. Bare pussy lips glided smoothly over his tip, rubbing directly over her swollen clit, coating him in a flood of her slick juices. 

"Use me, yes, just like that, babe," His strained voice was low and raspy. His fingers now dug into her butt, pushing her to roll herself on the underside of his dick, her moans filled the otherwise quiet room. He felt his swollen head catching onto her exposed clit with every single slide, flicking it relentlessly, making him whine like a wounded puppy when she writhed on top of his long, lanky legs, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. The thin walls of his dorm room definitely didn't offer any soundproofing - Xavier was sure at least half of his wing heard them by now but he could not care less. He loved her voice, so filled with pleasure, it was like an angelic music for him. Music that he replayed in his mind every time he was away from her, jerking off to his drawings of her. He savoured the feeling of her chest flush against his as he buried his face into her neck, breathing hard and heavy, sliding his hot lips over the crook of her neck.

This was now. This was real, yet he felt like in one of his dreams - his fantasies again. He wanted to pinch himself. His mind was in some sort of dazed high right now, as he felt her soaking cunt rut on his rock hard dick, felt her getting hotter and hotter to the touch. His eyes rolled back with a groan. V's skin was getting covered in a thin layer of sweat and it made him grit his teeth. He knew she was close - her low moans and scrunched up face, mouth open, rocking on him with an absent minded look in her eyes, was an image he could not ever forget - but so was he. The idea of her cumming all over him, because of him, pushed him to his limits every single fucking time. And he couldn't let himself do that. He could not deny himself the beautiful picture that was about to unfold in front of his eyes if he held on for just a little bit longer.

His dick strained as he groaned, feeling her oncoming orgasm. His eyes never leaving her face only to grow wide, so as did hers. He felt his burning, rock-hard cock push inside her soft, dripping cunt, filling her up with his entire length with the momentum of their grinding, just to bottom out and thrust right back in. He stretched her tight, warm pussy, the sensation sending electricity through her spine so intense, her back arched and her eyes rolled back, as her orgasm hit her hard with its flaming waves.

"Xavi– ohyes god, Xavier, fuck, yes, yes–!"

His fingers dug into her hips, impailing her hard as she pulsated around him. His pupils blown out, whining her name as well, eyes roaming her face in a drunken hunger, as he spilled inside her mere seconds after her. Hips stuttering, he buried his face in her chest, feeling the sweet release of his own orgasm heightened by V's clenching walls almost sucking his dick dry of his cum.

They sat there for some time, unmoving, tired and dazed, almost falling asleep in between soft and delicate pecks of their lips over each other faces. Through the heavy lidded eyes, Val noticed the sun moved again, she wondered what time it was. And then she jolted upright, startling Xavier out of his pussydrunk state.

"Wha'is it?" He groaned, frowning at the sudden absence of her warmth. 

"The Poe Cup!"

He felt a towel on his crotch and a brush on his face, rapidly dabbing paint on his cheeks as he froze. Shit.

They got packed in a blink of an eye and somehow Val managed to fix his makeup enough for it to look good and cover the hickeys she left on his neck a few nights ago. 

"I have something planned for you," she stated smugly, tracing her fingers over one of the spots on his neck, as she fixed the strings of his jester hat. "A consolation prize."

He gave her a playful look.

"Don't believe in me, babe?"

"Well, I bet The Black Cats are going to win. Again." Her cocky tone made him feel something in his stomach - something he never thought he would. A desire to make her eat her own words, to show her who's in charge this time.

“And what if I win?”

“Then I’ll let you do whatever, now come on. We’re gonna be late.”

She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door. He stalled a bit.

“Anything? So, say, I could be… in control?”

She nodded absentmindedly, glancing around the room for things she might’ve forgotten, her mind clearly fixated on the Poe Cup. She didn’t notice the glint in Xavier’s eyes. She didn’t notice how he straightened his back, how his cheeks flushed underneath the white paint, how his breath hitched just slightly. How his smile widened, mischief and determination written across his features. She didn’t even notice how he bit his lip ever so slightly in a way that promised things she could not ever see coming.

“So,” he stated, almost casually, “we have a deal then?” 

“Yea, yea, deal. Can we go now? Y'know, I have a Cup to win. Again.” She smirked, winking.

His heart fluttered, a wave of excitement sending shivers down his very core.

Yeah, we’ll see about that… 

Xavier followed V towards the lake, chuckling under his breath at how determined she was in her stride. So confident and self-assured. He watched her vanish inside the Black Cats’ tent, absolutely positive the victory was hers. He squared his shoulders, fists clenched at his sides, his mind racing. Adrenaline pumped through his veins once again, making it difficult to stay still. He had to focus.

Now, where the fuck was Ajax? They had some prepwork to do.

And he had a bet to win. 

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Happy Halloween | Crewel Daughter Reader

“Well you didn’t think I’d let you have a party without me!” 

“(Y/N)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)”

Magicking yourself onto the campus as soon as the Princess Academy would let wasn’t easy 

But special cases had special circumstances

Dressed miraculously as a spider queen with your dogs wearing cute spider costumes

Makeup and costume still intact you immediately blend in with the students as they provide help to their guests and taking a pictures

“You look divine, (Y/n).” "As do you, Vil. Custom design?” “Only ever.” “It looks glorious.” “Thank you dear.” 

Vil Schoenheit is more than happy to be the one in charge of the Halloween Committee

He’s happy you got to see his work

“You don’t know the week I’ve had.” “Tell me about it. Sitting at the table with Malleus Draconia is practically making you glow.” You mocked chuckling as his frown deepened. “A shame Jack was the only one on the committee…I would have liked to see you in a costume that looks so…good on him..”

You may have put Leona in a worse mode

“Idia your craftsmanship never fails to impress.” “Th-thanks (Y-y/n)!” “Your exhibit for Pumpkin Hollow go alright? I was so excited you were doing that movie.” “Y-yeah..I-I can give y-you a private showing later…if you want.” 

Blushing indefinitely he’s happy he at least attended the party and survived being around all the extroverted people

“(Y/n)! (Y/N)! You see my costume, I look like a werewolf, right!?!” “Heh, yes you do.” “Do you think I look scary? A lot of people said I didn’t.” “I think anything you do is charming; and I’m sure when you tried your hardest you were terrifying.” “Oh…Thanks (Y/n) that means a lot.”

Kalim doesn't think he's ever felt so warm in his life even against the dry heat of Scarabia

“All on a budget, huh Azul? You and your vice wardens are a wonder. He blushes, shoving his glasses up in hopes to hide it. “I appreciate that! Out of curiosity was the vendor I recommended..sufficient?” “They were perfect for the occasion and I expected no less from you, Azul, thank you.” “N-no problem.”

“Hey Riddle, how are you doing?” “Fine, we had our run in with the magicam monsters but thankfully…they removed themselves.” Sharing a smile. “I would have loved to see you in action.” “And I to you. Cater has been raving about your display. Critics are impressed.”

He's actually really upset that he didn't get to see but he knows you totally crushing it

Last but not least you found Malleus lingering near the still decorated Ramshackle

Hiking up your dress to climb the steps before standing next to the fae prince who was still looking at his dorm’s display

“Having fun, Mal?” “I did. I am (now that you're here). Are you?” “I did…but it seems as though I missed all the real fun.” 

You nodded to his tail that was happily dragging across the ground missing the intense look of longing that Malleus was giving you

Meeting your contented gaze, he happily followed you back to the party

“Next time we’ll have to spend Halloween together. Maybe even in Briar Valley.”

[mr-nauseam]

Practice 9

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Whatever Sejanus and his mother were doing in the kitchen was getting on Coriolanus' nerves. They were just watching him from time to time, muttering to each other and laughing at some apparently very funny thing he didn't know about. He didn't like it, he felt like they were making fun of him.

So to prevent that feeling from growing inside him and his temper from ruining his facade he went to the living room to wait patiently for the surprise they had prepared for him. Near the living room he heard the sound of the television on, he frowned and to his surprise found Strabo Plinth sitting in an armchair attentively watching a show.

Snow knew that as his visits to Sejanus' house continued to become more frequent, he would end up meeting Mr. Plinth, not the businessman he talked pretending to be an adult at fancy parties that Sejanus invited him to, but the father and husband, who did such mundane activities as watching television on a Saturday morning.

It was unavoidable but the little preparation he had for this encounter made Coriolanus uncomfortable. He tried to regain his composure and greet him properly, but without taking his eyes off the screen, Strabo motioned with his hand for him to be silent.

Coriolanus frowned but took his seat without saying anything. He fixed his attention on the screen and was curious about what he was seeing. What could be so interesting that Strabo, the less feral Plinth would suddenly put his manners aside and deliberately ignore Coriolanus' existence?

He noticed a black-haired woman with heavy makeup and when she opened her mouth, his confusion grew.

She spoke in Spanish. Of course. She had to speak that damned language.

Coriolanus had made a monumental effort to learn some of that strange language in which Sejanus and his mother would occasionally speak, but he still didn't understand much of it.

Coriolanus only understood a few single words or simple phrases. Let alone speak it, his pronunciation was disastrous, no matter how much Sejanus would try to cheer him up and try to hide his restrained laughter Snow knew he sounded ridiculous, and he was not going to give him the satisfaction of being humiliated any longer.

He considered for a moment going back to the kitchen, or maybe acknowledging that it was a bad idea to come in for the weekend and go back to homr with Tigris but the unintelligible murmurs from the television suddenly turned to shouting.

The woman on the television rose abruptly from a rickety armchair and began shouting in desperation. Something in her words caught the attention of Coriolanus who tried to make an effort to understand what she was saying.

¡Odio ser pobre!, ¡Lo odio, lo odio!

It was not a very complex sentence and although the woman's voice was shrill, the volume of her voice helped him to understand what she was saying.

He had to admit that it was a more than reasonable reason for someone to look so frustrated.

Para ellos es muy fácil.

Tienen lo que quieren. Gastan sin tener que estar contando el dinero y van bien vestidos y en carro y ...

Coriolanus doubted his correct understanding of the monologue but what he understood surprised him. It was like hearing out loud something he had thought on more than one occasion about his classmates at the academy.

Something he thought about Sejanus himself at times. Sejanus who was a privileged child, who had his life figured out. He felt intrigued by this character and without realizing it, he asked aloud.

"Who is she?"

Strabo turned to look at him with impressive speed. Coriolanus thought mockingly that if he had known that all he needed to do to stop Mr. Plinth from ignoring him was to ask about his silly television series, he would have done it sooner.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked

"Yes" was Coriolanus answer.

After all, Sejanus and Ma were still busy in the kitchen, and maybe if he spent some quality time with Strabo he would gain his sympathy. His favor and having the most powerful man in the Capitol on his side wouldn't hurt.

Strabo averted his gaze for a moment and when he was sure neither his wife nor his son were around he began to speak.

"Well. Her name is Teresa..."

...

Notes:

1. Translation from spanish parts.

I hate being poor, I hate it, I hate it!

It's easy for them.

They get what they want. They spend without having to be counting money and they're well dressed and in cars and...

2. If you don't know who Teresa is, she is the protagonist of a very famous soap opera where Teresa is a beautiful and intelligent but poor young woman who wants to rise socially. She is very ambitious and did many immoral things through her charm and manipulation to be powerful.

[swiftsaltsweet]

Thief in the Avatar’s Estate: Chapter 3-We're Not in Yokoya Anymore

Characters: Rangi and Kyoshi and Yun (plus whoever appears in Rok)

Pairing: Rangshi

Summary:   Yun decides to head off to bed after his travels from fighting with the Fifth Nation. But as he does, he and his bodyguard, Rangi, hear strange noises coming from Kelsang’s room. When they go to investigate, they are surprised by what they find.

(Canon divergent AU-What if Kyoshi was raised by her parents?)

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Other Sites: AO3 and Fanfic.net

A/N: *cough* And so begins the real trials of Rangi’s high blood pressure uwu My main reason for wanting to write this fic, I want to put her through the ringer (lovingly). 

Also, haha *sweating* I’ll update “Hunt for Kyoshi” soon I swear. :’D ;w; Maybe this weekend, if not like Monday hopefully I can have the next one ready. 

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Rangi felt cold. She tried to move her body, anything, but nothing would happen. She felt like this had happened to her before, but she couldn’t place it where.

“Hey! Wake up!” a voice from far away yelled at her.

I am awake. 

She was so woefully awake. Even though her eyes only showed darkness. 

It was actually a bit of a pain, she’d much rather be asleep. But as she tried to, she felt something tugging, and some of the cold and heavinesss left her body, though she was nowhere near as warm as she wanted to be. The voice rang out again.

“Wake! Up!”

I don’t want to. Rangi groaned. Why can’t I sleep? What would be so wrong? It’s not like I have anything I needed to do-

A sharp pain rang through her. No! Yun! I need to protect Yun!

That’s right, how could she forget her one honor bound duty? Rangi tried to move parts of her body, but they just felt too heavy. 

Another pain rang through her. And then another. And another. It hurt, but like oil to a squeaky wheel, it helped her start moving again. She dragged her body towards the voice. 

“C’mon, Firecracker! Breathe!” 

Rangi tried, but found she wasn’t able to. She felt like she was miles away from her body. But Rangi wasn’t going to let that stop her. She started running as fast as she could towards the voice, even as her body began to feel heavier. Even as the waves of pain grew and grew. She kept running until-

Rangi’s eyes flew open, she could feel her lungs greedily ripping into the air she inhaled. Her eyes came face to…..something, some mass in front of her, clamping down on her mouth. A jolt of panic flowed through her as she bit down before pushing at the figure.

“Ahck!” it yelled falling to the side.

Rangi moved to follow up her attack, but stopped as she doubled over and heaved out copious amounts of water that had taken residency in her stomach. 

Ah….drowning. Rangi cursed to herself. Of course the sensation felt familiar, she’d gone through this training in her academy and junior corps days. 

“Ah! You bit me!” the figure complained, it was the same voice Rangi heard while she was under. “First he throws up in my mouth, and then you bite me! Argh, this is just injury to insult!”

Rangi wretched out some more water before finding the strength to look up. The figure in front of her was the same woman from before. However, her makeup had become runny and smeared, reds and blacks bleeding into the once mostly white face. 

Rangi would never say it out loud, but the botched makeup made the thief look more intimidating than she had been when Rangi first encountered her. 

Rangi balled her fist on the ground, trying to get her bravado back. “Where’s Avatar Yun?!”

With blood trickling down from the thief’s mouth, she gave Rangi an unamused look, before pointing behind her. “You mean that guy? He’s fine.”

Rangi looked behind her, and sure enough, there was Yun in the same sorry state as her. On the ground, puking his guts out.

Rangi sighed in relief, at least she hadn’t let the Avatar die on her watch. She wasn’t about to go down in history as the ‘worst Avatar bodyguard’ just yet. 

She turned her attention back to the thief sitting in front of her. She didn’t seem to be paying the two any mind, focusing more on wringing her black tunic and undershirts out of any excess water. Rangi saw a brief flash of the thief’s stomach as she raised her shirt up, and quickly looked away when she saw her well defined abs. She fought a hard battle against the flush on her cheeks, but ultimately lost the war. 

“Why….” Rangi growled out, getting the thief’s attention. “....why….why did you-”

“Save your lives?” the thief cocked an eyebrow at them, a lopsided grin slowly growing on her face. “I just felt like it.”

“But why?” Rangi yelled louder, strength slowly returning to her. Her mind whirled at the possible reasons, but none of them seemed to be in their favor. Perhaps the thief had a trick up her sleeve that could put them at her mercy?

The thief was taken aback briefly, before pure confusion rested on her face. “Because I…..wanted to? Like I said….I just felt like it. I mean I was already saving myself and thought ‘Why not? What’s another two lives?’” The dumb grin returned to her face.

Rangi was shaking with anger. She was an idiot, how could she think she wasn’t still in the running for the ‘worst Avatar bodyguard in history’?! This thief had saved their lives, the Avatar’s life. Rangi had allowed it so that the Avatar would be beholden to some common criminal. 

She couldn’t believe she’d messed up this badly. 

“Ah,” the thief’s voice pulled Rangi’s rage from inward to outward. The thief, now savior, had their hand behind their neck as they cracked it from side to side. “Did you not want me to?”

Silence from the three hung heavy in the air. The thief was the first to speak up again.

“Huh, I guess we can still fix that issue,” she said darkly, her head casted down as she got up. Making it impossible to read her expression.

The thief made their way over to Rangi, towering over her even just by crouching.

Rangi tried to muster up some fire, but she was still too tired and cold. There was nothing she could do except close her eyes and brace herself as the thief reached her hand out towards her face.

There was a painful flick to her forehead, and Rangi went from her crouching position to unceremoniously falling onto her butt.

“Tooooooo baaaaad,” the thief drawled out in a bored tone. “You’re just gonna have to live with it.”

The thief then stood up and began stretching her arms from side to side, not a care in the world.

“I swear, you firebenders are sooooo uptight with your honor and glory and blah blah blah. Is being saved by someone really so bad that you’d rather die?”

“It’s not that we got saved, it’s that you saved us!” Rangi retorted, an embarrassed blush creeping onto her face.

“Huh? Got something against earthbenders?” The thief gave her a dubious look, eyes darting to Yun for just a moment. 

“It’s because we’re in your debt!” Yun interjected, rubbing his temples. He’d finally recovered enough to speak.

There was a long pause as the thief’s face slowly changed in realization.

“Oh! Awesome! So like, can you let me go? You don’t need to arrest me anymore, right?” She grinned.

“NO!” Rangi and Yun both exclaimed.

“Well what’s the point of you being in my debt then?” the thief pouted. She turned to leave but was stopped by a wall of earth that Yun bent in front of her.

“Wait!” Yun yelled. “You can leave, but return the items that you stole first.” Didn’t exactly seem like a fair trade to Rangi, she’d rather arrest the thief too but considering their sorry state….. She held her tongue.

The woman turned to them with a sheep goat’s grin “Whaaaat? Oh c’mon now. After I just saved your life? Don’t you think I deserve a reward? You were both verrrrry heavy!”

“Our lives wouldn’t have been in danger if you didn’t steal in the first place!” Rangi retorted.

The girl rolled her eyes. “Fiiiiiine.”

“You’ll give us back what you stole?” Yun raised a questioning eyebrow. They didn’t expect it to be that easy.

“No,” the girl scoffed. “I’m keeping it, but I’ll let you tag along with me.”

“Us tag along with you?!” Rangi scoffed. “You’ll be lucky if we let you tag along with us!”

The girl laughed. “Fat chance! I doubt you two have any experience in the Spirit World!”

Rangi and Yun grew stiff. Did they hear her right? Spirit World?

It was a place no normal person would usually go, the domain of the spirits. A place parallel to their physical world. Only people with high spirituality like monks, or nuns, or even the Avatar would go here willingly. 

There had been stories, however, where people would be spirited away, but that was less likely than a monk going on a spiritual journey.

Rangi and Yun took in their surroundings, it didn’t look like a forest near a lake they’d ever seen. It was surprisingly colorful and bright even in the dead of night. 

Balls of little light seemed to float endlessly around them, like fireflies. The lake they’d been pulled out of shimmered with a shine they’d never seen before. And the grass they were laying in was softer than any fabric they’ve ever had the pleasure to touch. 

There was so much beauty around them, and they couldn’t enjoy any of it. The realization they were trapped in the Spirit World. This was a place you astral projected to, not physically traveled! At least, they didn’t think so? How were they going to get out of it?

“Hello? Earth to Captors? Everything ok in there?” the thief bent into their view waving a hand in front of their faces. She’d grown concerned the way their faces paled and object horror seemed to be permanently plastered onto them.

“Ok?!” Yun got up to his feet, terrified. “No we are not ‘Ok!’ None of this is ok!” He failed his arms in synch with each word he spoke for extra emphasis. 

He spread his arms around showing off their surroundings. “We are trapped in the Spirit World. Famous for having no exit and no bathrooms!”

While Yun battled with the panic inside him, Rangi battled with both despair and rage.

“It’s my fault,” Rangi gripped at her knees as she knelt on the ground, “If only I’d just captured this thief then-”

“I have a name you know!” the thief pouted. 

Rangi looked up, rage winning the war inside her, a vein pulsing in her forehead, “That. Is. Not. The. Issue. Here.”

“It is to me,” the thief kept pouting.

“The issue is we need to figure out how to get out,” Yun said while massaging the bridge of his nose.

Rangi mirrored the soothing motion, except she chose to rub her temples. Then she remembered what the thief had said moments ago. What was it again? ‘I doubt you two have any experience-’ That implied she was one with experience. 

Rangi turned to the thief, desperate hope burning within her. “Wait, have you been here before?”

“Oh, yeah. I stumbled in here once when I was like seven or something,” the thief shrugged nonchalantly. 

The two looked at her like they’d been casted a lifeline. 

“So you know how to get out?!” Yun exclaimed.

The thief tapped her chin thoughtfully before declaring, “Nope! I don’t really remember to be honest. ”

And the life line sank just as fast as it had appeared. 

“How….can you be so calm?” was all Yun could muster to the strange woman in front of him.

“Eh, we’ll work it out,” she waved her hand as if to bat away his question. “I mean….it did before!”

“What do you remember from last time? Like how did you get here?” Rangi tried to jog the thief’s memory, not willing to give up hope. Even if it was a fool’s errand. 

“Well I was exploring a nearby forest, fell, went through some weird mini portal thing-kinda like what happened today. And, well, I was here. Well, not here per se, somewhere in the Spirit World though. ”

“And, escaping?”

The thief shrugged, “I think the reverse happened, found a portal, and popped back out into our world. I was only in here for what felt like a week, but my family claims I was gone for six months.”

Six months?! Yun and Rangi screamed in their heads. The world could descend into chaos if the Avatar didn’t return by then. 

“We need to get back before then! Bad things will happen if I don’t get back!” Yun exclaimed.

“Ok, well, if y’all are done floundering about like a bunch of yellow-bellied gopher fish, I think we better start exploring our way out of here!” The thief pointed towards the thicket of the forest with their thumb.

Rangi and Yun looked at each other and nodded. This was their best bet. Follow their guide out of here, they could think about capturing her later. Considering the thief could’ve killed them earlier, they were at least safe knowing they wouldn’t be attacked by them any time soon.

“Alright, we’ll follow you.” Yun walked towards the thief with his hand outstretched. “Let me introduce ourselves: I’m Avatar Yun, and this is my bodyguard Rangi.”

“What’s your name?” Rangi asked in an unfriendly manner, arms crossing over her chest.

“Ah my name is K-wait I know what you're doing. Want me to reveal my identity so that you can find me more easily later, huh Mr. Avatar?” The thief ignored the handshake, opting to put her hands on her hips and smirked at the two. 

“No, that was not my intention at all! We just want to know what to call you,” Yun gave the thief a sweet smile, trying to backtrack his real intention. Guess the thief wasn’t as dumb as she looked.

“Or would you rather us just call you ‘thief’?” Rangi glared.

“Fine, fine, you can call me Lee.” She gave them a small bow.

“Lee? You don’t look like a Lee?” Yun crossed his arms and cocked his eyebrow. Of course she’d choose the most common name in the world.

“And you two don’t look very competent, but you don’t see me questioning you.” Lee returned the gesture with a sweet smile, well…as much as sweet as she could manage with her ever growing scary makeup.

Lee turned around with a shrug, and started marching towards the forest, unaware of the struggle happening behind her. Yun fought hard to restrain Rangi, as Rangi attempted to grab Lee from behind and throttle her. 

“She can’t talk to you like that! You’re the Avatar!” Rangi angrily whispered.

“I know, but we need to get along if we want to get out of here,” he whispered back. “Just relax, it’s not like it could get worse.”

Lee stopped at the edge of the forest entrance. “Oh by the way, I’m really not just some run-of-the-mill thief,” she turned her head back to the pair and gave them a smile. “I’m a daofei.”

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A/N: I feel like a big part of Kyoshi’s-I mean LEE’S ;U- personality in RoK/SoK was imprinted on her by her foster dad/Kelsang (and Jianzhu sadly as we see that struggle inside of her). So I think here, she’d have Hark’s personality more. 

[gudvina]

The things I do to keep you near.

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Chapter 9: I need you to know (not too much)

Can be read on AO3. <3

74th Hunger Games, part seven.

He should have known Gloria would come back. She left just after he sent Katniss an ointment for her burns, parting with recommendations that they rest a little, not to work themselves too hard. He’d thought she’d be like the occasional sponsors, for a fleeting moment. The ones that came in, signed their deals and left.

But there was nothing occasional about Gloria.

Just a few hours after midnight Haymitch and Effie came down to the Sponsors’ Lounge, and were surprised to find Gloria already there. She was sitting by Chaff’s stand, between him and Faustina, Eleven’s escort. The lounge was almost empty, and the Victor’s voice bellowed across the room, inviting them to their stand.

The table was already set for breakfast, and two added seats were already waiting for them. It was suspiciously convenient, and his friend’s unusually cordial smile didn’t help his scepticism. He knew what this was all about. He’d feared this would happen the moment Katniss spotted Rue clinging to the branches of that damn tree.

An alliance. He’d made a few in the first years of his mentorship, before giving up altogether. He’d sworn he’d never make one again.

“Up, up, up, ‘Mitch!” Chaff teased, mocking Effie lightly, “How did you sleep?”

“Ha, ha, how funny” Effie rolled her eyes and took a bite of a pastry. She was trying to fight the remnants of sleep, and he knew that it would probably take another strong cup of coffee to fully wake her up. It was surprising that, despite the lack of sleep, her makeup was still flawless.

“Come on, Effs, you know Chaff”, Faustina smiled. She was sipping on some pink coloured juice, reclining on the sofa. He didn’t know how close Effie was with the other escorts, but he’d heard enough about Faustina from both her and his friend. Incredibly tone deaf, but she was determined to get a winner and that meant that she tried her absolute best every year. The only thing that differentiated her from Effie was the lack of grief after losing.

“Yeah, she knows me. How’s boyfriend, by the way?”.

Effie froze beside him, and Haymitch glared at his friend. He knew that it came from a place of caring, but Chaff didn’t have the right to question her about Crane.

“Crane is fine where he’s at”, Haymitch grumbled.

“Good, now that we’ve asked about friends and family, Chaff, why don’t you begin with the serious subject?”.

Chaff took Gloria’s suggestion, and started to talk about the benefits of an alliance. It would help both their tributes when receiving a gift, and if anything happened to one of them the funds for one would go directly to the other’s mentor. It wasn’t the worst he’d ever had to sign, and after all Chaff was his friend. His tributes this year weren’t the worst, but they’d been outshined by his girl, so it was only fair.

“You know what I feel about alliances, but I will accept. Only this once”.

“I knew I could count on you. So, Effie, are you ready to team up with Faustina?”.

“Chaff, I’ve known Effie from the Academy. We’re always ready to team up!”, Faustina quipped in, winking at Effie, “When we were sixteen, we had a modelling exam and we passed with flying colours! Seneca was quite taken with the result”. Haymitch frowned and looked at Effie, confused by what he’d just heard. A modelling exam? What the fuck was that?

“Faustina, I’d rather not discuss our modelling exams”.

“Oh, come on! It was so fun. Well, maybe we were a little young for certain poses, they were a little risqué, but Mr Sewned loved the pictures. I think Seneca still has some of them, maybe I should ask”.

“We were sixteen, Tina”.

“Since when have you become such a prude? You don’t want to talk about our exams and you don’t sleep with sponsors anymore, not even with Seneca. I’m starting to think your mother has rubbed off on you”.

“And I’m starting to think this conversation is over, darling. Whatever Effie does is none of your business”. Gloria redirected the conversation towards the strategies for their incoming interviews.

Every year, at the start of the games, mentors and escorts were supposed to give out interviews. It was during these interviews that alliances were laid out. Effie listened to Gloria’s tips, taking notes on her little notebook. Gloria’s whole strategy had always been to charm the audience, making it fall at its feet, and as he listened to her he understood that Effie had, during her training, made hers the woman’s lessons.

“Haymitch and Chaff, instead, should be a little more… affable than usual. I will explain later, but Chaff, you know I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t absolutely necessary”.

“I know, Gloria. Remember I swore to my old man I’d listen to you, so you don’t have to worry about me. Look at Haymitch, instead. He’s the one who’s hell bent into upsetting people. Poor Trinket has almost had a heart attack once or twice”.

“Haymitch can behave when he wants to, so he’s not a problem”.

“When he wants to, yeah”.

“I’m right here, y’know that, right?”.

Effie and Chaff smirked, but then turned their attention back to Gloria.

“Effie, I need you to engage audience and sponsors a little more. We need your savoir-faire more than ever, so you can lead the conversation and Faustina can also have a little of the spotlight. It’s not going to be easy, but you can do it”.

“What do you mean with engaging the sponsors?”, Haymitch asked.

“The usual, a little harmless flirting here and there. Nothing I haven’t done myself”.

“Those freaks are going to want to follow up on it”.

“Effie will know how to deal with it. I’m not asking her to sleep with them, Haymitch. I’m asking her to play pretend”.

It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn’t say anything without mentioning their marriage, so he just clenched his jaw and ignored Effie squeezing his hand under the table. The conversation continued for another half hour, and dawn was still one hour away. Breakfast ended in a high note for everyone but him, and they all parted to prepare their stands.

Effie was arranging the documents, unusually silent. She probably sensed his irritation.

“Modelling exams? What the fuck was that about?”, he asked, lighting up the mood a little.

“Yes, they were mandatory at the Academy. They gave us a prompt and we used to spin a shooting around it”.

“So, you were sixteen doing strip teases for pictures that would be sent to a fifty-year-old man?”

“You make it sound so bad, but Mr Sewned was a professional, and it wasn’t strip teases. I admit we were a little precocious, but they were harmless compared to those awful magazines you and Chaff like to go through”. She wrinkled her nose, and he smirked. He’d never actually looked at Chaff’s zines more than once, as they never did anything for him, but Effie seemed to be of the impression that he was doing who knows what with them, and he liked to know he wasn’t the only jealous one there.

At least on that, their marriage was balanced.

“D’you think Crane still has those pictures?”.

“No, I don’t. And if he does… Panem! That would be awfully weird, wouldn’t it?”, she put on her escort mask as a sponsor walked in front of them, aiming for the breakfast buffet already laid out at the centre of the room.

“More than that. Anyways, do not be too friendly with those sponsors”.

“You can’t seriously think I would”, she turned toward him, a flash of hurt in her eyes, “I also agreed to our arrangement”.

“I’m don’t think, sweetheart. I’m… can I be honest? I will be honest. I don’t like the idea. I understand we need to do this, and that it’s your part of the deal, but I hate it. I hate to think of the ideas those maniacs will get. If any of them try anything, you come to me. Please”.

His speech showed more vulnerability than he would have liked, but he needed her to know. That he wouldn’t mindlessly pimp her out, that he didn’t like the idea of those man touching her. He couldn’t tell her she was his wife, but he could tell her that.

With the excuse of having to arrange the pillows behind him she leaned closer to him and, taking advantage of the backrest shielding her, she whispered.

“I am yours. Always and all ways”.

The reminder of their night after the training scores made him groan, as he felt his cock twitch and his hand tingle to touch her skin. He’d have to wait, though. And if her words had brightened his mood, he tried not to let it show too much.

***

Effie’s hands shook as she laid out Haymitch’s outfit on the bed. It was a dark navy suit she’d bought him months ago on a whim, before reaping season had even started. She’d imagined him wearing it, moving in it, and concluded, right after the purchase, that it had been a smart investment.

Unfortunately, the long-awaited moment felt tainted now.

Katniss throwing the tracker jackers’ nest onto the other tributes resulted in Peeta sacrificing for the girl once more, and coming out of it badly injured. The girl wasn’t in the best shape either.  Fortunately, Rue, who watched the whole thing hidden from the ground, took over and got her to safety.

She’d tried to reason with Haymitch, but there was no way of convincing him to send something to Peeta. Throwing things hadn’t worked, and he’d been firmer than the previous days. Given that the boy was in hiding there was no reason to help him out, unless he was dying. Haymitch always had the last word, and she could only hope to convince him sometime later.

The sound of the shower stopped. He came out of the bathroom with just a towel covering him from the waist down. Her mouth went dry. Droplets of water slid down his torso, and she stared for a second too long before returning- or trying to- her attention to the suit.

“Maybe Faustina is right, maybe you are becoming too prudish”, he sneaked up behind her, pressing her back to his chest. She felt warmth pool below her stomach, and, despite herself, she relaxed against him.

“How infuriating, coming from you!”.

“We do have a little time”, he smirked against her nape. He wasn’t wrong, but he’d just showered. She didn’t want to lose time with another one.

“After the interviews”, she whispered, but pressed her backside to his crotch. His groan didn’t help her temptation, nor did his hands when they settled on her waist. God, she hated being so weak, but she wanted him. Badly.

“You’re giving me mixed signals here, sweetheart”.

When she bent over to slide down her panties, she hoped her message was loud and clear. She held onto the mattress and braced herself for him. His hands held onto her waist and slid inside of her, setting a rather slow pace to prolong the moment. She rewarded him with a soft moan.

When he was inside her, his hardness against her most sensitive spots, she felt full. Full of him, full of pride for being the reason for his arousal. It was amongst the few things she was sure of. She had a vague suspicion that he’d come to consider her a little, at least enough for their affair and work relationship to continue, but his feelings were an incognita she didn’t want to find.

Feeling her distraction he increased his pace, and she couldn’t think about anything but him and his hands travelling all over her body. When they were both spent, his hand gripped her jaw to turn her around. He kissed her with abandon, and she reciprocated. If her kisses tasted a little too much like love, she hoped he wouldn’t tell.

“How about we take your shower together?”

“Just showering, Haymitch! No improper behaviour allowed; I have a schedule to follow. Unlike you, I need to visit the prep team, and it wouldn’t do to keep Octavia, Venia and Flavius waiting”.

He snorted, pulling himself out of her. It reminded her of the first time they’d had sex without a condom, too taken by the moment to realize until they were done. Thankfully, she’d been on the drips since she was twelve. She’d started using them as a hormone stabilizer, but continued because of their contraceptive properties. He’d told her she’d taken ten years of his life with that stunt.

“Let’s go, sweetheart”.

Uncharacteristically, he listened to her this time. He touched her here and her, relishing in the softness of her skin, but otherwise kept his hands- and nether regions- to himself. When they were done he stayed in the room to dress and prepare, while she walked to the prep team's work area, undergoing the usual routine. It relaxed her, allowing her not to think for a little while.

When they were done with her she was dressed in a dark red dress that reached her mid-thighs, sported a daring decolletage, and came with a pair of matching gloves. Her wig was light blonde, almost white, and contrasted heavily with the dress and her makeup.

Cinna and Portia were aiming to bring out her sensuality, and in that dress, it wasn’t too hard to embody. She looked beautiful, tempting, like a red apple dangling from the branch of a tree. But she didn’t care about the sponsors or the audience’s opinions, no. Flattery, after some time, faded. Haymitch’s desire for her, on the other hand, lingered for longer.

When she left the prep team she took the elevator, meeting Haymitch, Chaff and Faustina backstage at Ceasar’s television studio. She was wearing a forest green dress that was dotted with real thistles. Her opposite, she looked quite innocent. Exactly what they were looking for.

She complimented her with a wink, before turning her attention to Haymitch. His eyes widened as he took in her attire, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. She walked to stand by his side and heard Chaff whistle.

“Girl, you’re breaking hearts tonight. Sure you don’t want to switch districts, huh?”.

“Hey!”, Faustina protested playfully, “Finnick has been waiting for years, get in line!”

“There is no line, stop being assholes and leave my w- escort alone”.

He tripped on his words a little, and, without taking notice of what he was saying, she basked in the knowledge that she’d managed to render him speechless. They lined up with the other mentors and escorts, watching on a small screen as Ceasar started the show by introducing himself and a few of the Gamemakers. Soon, he called for the mentors and the escorts. The audience roared, calling out to them.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

“Always.”

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, but never finished it. It’s an Aidan Gallagher x Black!fem!reader. Y/N is me tbh, I’ve been wearing wigs for the rest of my highschool days, and still do, because I didn’t like the way my natural hair is. And this is really for comfort, that when I do meet someone, I hope this is how they’d react.

Synopsis: You and the cast of The Umbrella Academy were invited into this huge event. And this is how I thought Aidan would react, when he finds out the love of his life, is going to wear a wig.

Today was the day.

It was the first time you had went with Aidan to an event together. So you’d have to look killer, ready to snatch people’s wig off when they saw you.

You had ordered a really stunning and gorgeous lace front wig. It was a light brown, with a hints of a light orange, in every other strand. So there was no way, in hell, you weren’t going to wear this today.

You hopped out of the shower, wrapping at towel around your body trying to keep warm from the cold air, facing the now foggy mirror, hearing a gentle knock at the door.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, just wanted to tell you, we have plenty off time before the event, so don’t rush.” You smile, cheekily, before saying, “Okay, thank you, Mother Em.” You can practically hear the eye roll, as she sighed and her she moved away from the bathroom door and descended down the stairs.

Y’know ever since you had been in the show with them, they have become almost like a second family to you. And you didn’t know what you’d if you haven’t meet the 7 of them.

And you also didn’t know what you’d do without having met Aidan. He was just…AHH. He was a lot of things that just couldn’t be put into words if you tried. It was damn-near impossible.

But if you tried, he was just an amazing person all ‘round. He was sweet, caring, kind, all that and more. And when he asked you out, you said, no. Only because you wanted to do it first, and he smiled and said ‘yes,’ but he was secretly trying to calm his heart, after thinking you actually didn’t want to go out with him.

The first date was like something out of a fairytale, except not. He ordered take out and you both spent time hanging out at his house, watching movies on his laptop. It doesn’t sound much like a fairytale, but who said fairytales required magic and horse drawn carriages?

As long as you both had each other, it was more then perfect.

“Hey, (Y/N)? You done yet?”

“Oh! I’m done, my bad!”

You had rushed out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around you and you had went to the other bedroom to change into something cozy, and put your hair up into a silk bonnet.

Your really hair was nothing crazy, you did in fact take care of it, but in all honesty it was much easier to just have something styled and ready to wear for you, all you gotta do, is glue it to your head after putting makeup down on your wig cap. If I’m feeling cute, gather some baby hairs and swoop that shit.

Done. Did. Period.

Another stunning look.

And you’ve done it copious amounts of times, it was like second nature to you.

You walked out of the room, and went to sit on the couch in the living room, with Emmy and Elliot.

“Look who’s finally, out of the dungeon.” You gasp, and put a hand over your heart. “Excuse you, I was changing in there.”

“It took you damn-near thirty minutes. What were you doing? Giving yourself a full spa treatment?”

“No! But I’d be a liar, if I said, I didn’t need to one of these days.” You unlocked your phone going straight to the camera, looking at your face. “You guys gotta come with! I’ll treat everyone to a nice day at the spa.”

“That’s sweet. Thank you, (Y/N).” You smile, and give Elliot a side hug. “It is, but is she just trying to bribe us for using up all the hot water?” You roll your eyes toss a pillow at Em, but she blocks it with her hands. “Oh shut up!”

Not long after, the sun began to set and the moon rose, shiny brighter then ever. You had gone to Aidan’s home to change, as y’all had agreed upon before hand, that you both were going to the event in the same car.

You had done everything else, then last but not least was putting the wig on. Leaving it for last, was probably not the best idea, but you had gotten so caught up, at yourself looking amazing in the dress, you picked out you almost forgot. Almost.

You were putting on it, and didn’t notice someone was standing behind you, observing.

“(Y/N)?” Aidan asked, as you mumbled a curse word. And you absolutely dreaded turning and facing him, but there was no why you were getting out of this. Is not like it a was a secret, that you wore wigs, the majority of the time. But you thought you’d tell him before he’d find out like this.

But now’s a good a time as any, right?

“Hey..”

Great start, (Y/N). Beautiful.

“Take it off.” Aidan said, walking up and leaning against the bathroom doors entrance. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.” He says as gentle as possible, not trying to sound rude or anything when he said it.

I slowly took it off, along with the wig cap, I didn’t have time to even glue down, to reveal my real hair. It almost looked a small do to the bobby pins holding it in place. Feeling nervous, I place a hand over my hair and Aidan had token it off, with the utmost care and adoration.

“Don’t hide it.” He says, taking the wig from my hands, then the room was filled to the brim with an awkward silence. “You know I didn’t do this to hurt you, right? I could never hurt you, or a fly for that matter.”

“Five would say otherwise.” You said, looking down at the floor, like the floor had suddenly become the most interesting thing to you. You had no clue, why you brought Five into this, but unbeknownst to your knowledge, it worked out later on.

“Okay, but Five is just a character, a fictional one, at that. I play him, but I’m not him. I’m Aidan.” He said, putting a hand on my cheek, making sure you were looking at him, when he said the next part. “He was also a killer at one point, and that is something, I’ll never be. But you on the other hand are gorgeous, and that’s what you’ll always be to me. Absolutely gorgeous. With or without the wig.” He said, holding the wig gently, in his hand.

He smiled at you and you smiled, blinking back the tears, that were brimming your eye lids. You look away and close them, one lonely tear falling down, taking some of the makeup off with it. Aidan grabs your chin gently, grabbing a tissue to lightly dab that salty liquid away. And you hug him so incredibly tight, telling him you love him with every fiber of your being. And tells you the same.

You stand up straight and take a deep breath. Before you grab your wig from him and walk over to the mirror.

“What are you going?”

“Putting the wig back on. What else?” You said, as a matter-of-factly, leaning over the sink to touch up your makeup. “But I thought we-”

You give a slight nod, turning to look at him over your shoulder. “Oh we did, but after all the money I spent on it, we best be getting to wearing it and I do plan on looking hot, sexy, and beautiful today. You best believe.” You said, pushing him out the bathroom and closing the door on him, and Aidan shakes his head laughing.

[slaymitchabernathy]

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

“and i don’t wanna fit wherever, i just wanna keep calling your name, until you come back home”

Soarynn

It was quiet when she entered her apartment. Soarynn let out a shuddered breath as she shut the door, making sure to turn the deadbolt before she turned around to face the hallway.

Normally he would be right behind her, his breath on her neck, his hands on her waist. Normally he’d have her pinned against the door right now as they both struggled to take their clothes off.

But not tonight.

Soarynn pressed her back against the door, remembering all the times he had done the same, when he’d whisper how beautiful she looked that night, and how she was the only girl for him.

But things were different now.

Soarynn choked back a sob as she slid down to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest as the tears finally began to fall.

They had called things off. Her and Coriolanus.

It broke her inside to know that after all these years they didn’t make it. They’d been sweethearts for six years, starting in the Academy and making their way through the University together. Some of the hardest years of her life had been spent by the side of Coriolanus as he offered her comfort and stability.

Both of them knew what it was like to grow up without stability or comfort, especially during the war that claimed the lives of both of their parents. Soarynn’s parents had left behind their fortune as well as their prominent last name to her, and she had managed to nestle her way into the elite society of the Capitol.

She had to credit some of that to Coriolanus, who had worked even harder than her to secure himself a spot at the top of the pyramid.

The Snows were old money, and they were as high up as you could be. But once the war claimed all but one, Coriolanus had been on his own. Still, he didn’t let that stop him, in fact, he used it as motivation. He excelled in school, made connections, and won the Plinth Prize for being an exceptional student.

Soarynn had been so proud of him, so happy to be seen by his side supporting him as he worked his way up in the world despite all his challenges. She had some challenges herself, but Coriolanus always helped her tackle those problems.

He took care of her, defended her, protected her, and he loved her.

But not anymore.

The tears were falling freely now as it truly began to hit Soarynn, the adrenaline finally wearing off from tonight. The night had started off as any night did when the two of them went out on a date.

Soarynn did her hair and makeup, dressed in a beautiful short dress that clung to her figure in all the right places. It showed just the right amount of cleavage and skin without showing too much to the rest of the world.

The only man who’d see her without the dress was Coriolanus.

Well, not anymore.

He picked her up as per usual, handing her a single white rose before the car pulled away from the curb. Coriolanus had an obsession with roses. His grandmother grew them on the roof of their penthouse before she passed away and he was keen on letting her city-known legacy live on.

He was very particular about letting anyone near the roses let alone giving them away. But he always gave Soarynn a rose, no matter what. Soarynn looked up at the table pressed against the entryway wall, where there currently sat a vase of beautiful white roses he’d given her for her birthday, and now she would never receive another rose.

Not after what happened tonight.

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They went to one of their favorite restaurants, a place where they’d be seen by everyone, just the way Coriolanus liked it.

He hadn’t always been this way. In fact, he used to hate being seen by anyone. He wanted Soarynn all to himself and would plan small, intimate dates for just the two of them.

But that was six years ago.

Now he wanted to be seen by his peers, by the higher-ups, and that meant Soarynn had to comply with that. She was used to people staring at her, admiring her natural beauty. Her own mother had been stunning and she’d passed on that beauty to Soarynn.

Dazzling blue-gray eyes, gorgeous light blonde hair, supple skin, long legs, a small waist, and a beautiful face. Soarynn knew Coriolanus was proud to have her on his arm, to be seen with her, to show her off.

And she liked it too. For the most part.

There were moments when she simply wished to act more causally, and they did, behind closed doors. But she always had to be on her best behavior in public, as should any fine-mannered Capitol girl. Anyone who lived in the Capitol was leagues above the Districts, but there was a hierarchy within the Capitol system, and Soarynn desired to remain on top.

Snow lands on top, oh how many times had he said that to her?

Soarynn let out a sob as all the memories came washing over her, all the good times, the sweet gestures. He used to be so sweet, so young and boyish.

Coriolanus grew into a fine young man and he seemed to grow into the man his father had once been. Soarynn barely remembered Crassus Snow or any of her friend’s parents who had passed away during the war. But she remembered how stern he was, how his gaze could pierce through your skin.

It seemed Coriolanus was set on following in his footsteps, and it seemed to be the demise of their relationship as well.

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Soarynn had brought it up tonight at dinner, right after the main course had been served. “Do you think you might be taking things a bit too seriously?” She had asked him before taking a bite of her salmon.

Coriolanus furrowed his brows as he swallowed down his wine, “Taking what too seriously?” He’d asked, clearly not picking up what she was putting down.

Soarynn bit her lip, knowing it probably wasn’t best to be having this serious of a conversation in a public place like this. But it had been eating away at her for some time now. Soarynn took a deep breath, preparing herself to lay it out in the open and not take any flack he might give her.

One thing Soarynn had learned about dating Coriolanus was that he could be quite aggressive during an argument. Whether with her or with friends, he didn’t hold back.

He was a little more gentle when it came to her, but he still went for the throat every time. Soarynn couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually won an argument.

Every once in a while he’d let her win when it wasn’t about anything too serious and they were both tired. But this was a very important argument, one that had been boiling at the surface for the past six months.

“Your Game Maker internship,” Soarynn told him, feeling as if it were quite obvious.

It wasn’t based on how he had reacted, his relaxed face contorting into a more guarded expression, one he wore when faced with a challenge. “There is nothing wrong with the way I have been approaching my internship,” he had told her, his stern voice leaving no room for argument.

Oh, but Soarynn didn’t quite care, and after six years of being together, she had learned what she could and could not get away with.

“You do realize that your ideas are not strictly hypothetical, don’t you? That these ideas you come up with your Game Maker friends will be used on innocent children in two months’ time?”

Coriolanus had been interning as a Game Maker under Dr. Gaul’s watchful eye and Soarynn feared the man he could become under that mentorship.

He had told her many ideas they had come up with, all of them more horrible than she could imagine. Soarynn held little to no sympathy for the Districts, not after they took away her parents.

But as she got older, started picturing herself as a mother, well, she couldn’t help but feel bad for the children.

If anything the parents were to blame.

“My ideas had been widely appreciated and uplifted by interns and Game Makers alike, and the last thing I need is for my girlfriend to openly oppose me and my way of going about the Games,” he had replied, his grip on his wine glass so tight.

Soarynn had slightly shrunk into herself, feeling a bit intimidated now that she had fully poked the bear.

But she couldn’t back down now.

“I know you feel slightly responsible to continue the Games since your father crea–”

“That is enough about my father Soarynn,” he had hissed, “now I’d like to enjoy the rest of my dinner without being chastised if that’s all right with you.” Soarynn knew she had poked a sore spot, and in the end, she paid the price for it.

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