#okay nonny

[allytheally]

I would to! But.. i dont think I'll ever have the guts to let you know who i amm lol

I just want you to knoww your blog has made me happy a lot of timess and you're a ray of sunshine in this communityy!

aww💕 ur too nice. thank you, and i'm glad u like my silly little posts on this blog

[satoruxx]

Omg the new coworker. I just KNOW toji would come home one day, excited for dinner and smell him on you, and you won’t talk about what happened that day cause your in a bad mood cause the guy pissed you off or maybe he kept doing those “technically innocent but also completely unwelcome touches”

ugh the crazy part about this is that toji would KNOW. i feel like he'd not only be able to smell that guy on you, but also smell the discomfort radiating off your body. and after that well... let's just hope toji never gets his claws on that guy...

so yeah when he gets home and smells the guy, he's already pissed tf off. because who is this clown who dares get near you?? doesn't he know that toji exists??? that you already have a man ready to lay down the world at your feet?????

fucking fool.

but if you're upset??? oh don't start he'll actually go feral. you won't even need to say anything and he's sitting down at your feet with narrowed eyes, asking you what the fuck happened.

don't even try brushing him off he's literally the most stubborn asshole you'll ever meet. when you finally spill it, telling him how all you were doing was training the guy but he kept finding excuses to touch you and how uncomfy it made you, toji's claws have tore a hole in your carpet.

he'll try and remain calm but he's really fucking bad at it. you tell him it's fine and to forget about it and he's like "no give me his name, i'll take care of it."

if you're able to convince toji NOT to kill the guy, he will tell you to either call that guy out or report him. if you don't do either of those, toji will in fact take care of it.

so when your coworker is following you out one night after your shift, trying to talk to you as you do your best to brush him off, both of you end up stopping in your tracks when you see the wolf hybrid waiting by the door. you're so speechless when his jade green eyes find yours, mouth agape as he takes two long strides to meet you.

"ready to go?" he asks casually, swinging an arm around your shoulders. you blink at him in confusion, but he looks completely calm, as though this is normal.

"oh..." your coworker sounds a little disappointed, eyeing toji with suspicion. he takes a step back from you, the hand that was reaching for your arm suddenly retracting. "is this your boyfriend?"

"what's it to you?" the wolf sneers in repsonse. the bulky arm around your shoulder tightens, pulling you closer to his body, and all you can do is blink again. your coworker shrinks a little, eyes going wide because toji looks mean. it almost reminds you of the agression he once showed you in that alleyway all those months ago—but it's worse. his teeth are bared, ears pointed and eyes practically glowing with rage. he looks bigger than ever, like he can snap your coworker in half with just his pinky finger (which you're sure, he can). his voice is just barely a rumble. "who the hell are you anyway?"

"oh um—"

"forget it. i don't give a fuck." toji's voice is clipped. you almost shiver at the tone, but then his icy glare goes a little softer as he looks down at you. he isn't smiling, but something in his gaze tells you that he's pretty fucking satisfied. "let's go home."

you bite back a smile as he leads you away, arm still secure around your shoulder.

and toji, well... he just continues staring straight ahead, ribcage thumping because you're literally looking at him with stars in your eyes.

[bananielle]

having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…

omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3

leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.

as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.

the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.

once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"

[aeperol-spritz]

Hello, lately i'm into sub dick grayson. If you could write one and you have some idea i'm very thankfull, he's kind of cocky and sass him act being brat so should put him to his belong

DICK GRAYSON who whines as you stop the slow roll of your hips, one hand gripped at the hair on his nape ‘I told you I was busy, did I not?’ you look down at him ‘but you you still had to push my buttons’ tsking at his insistence to bother you, when you very clearly told him you had an important meeting today. ‘yeah, but you love it’ he smirks, trying to roll his hips up to meet yours. A soft slap to his cheek and a narrowed gaze is all it took to shut him up. ‘why must you insist on being a brat?’ you grab his jaw ‘I don’t like when my baby acts like a brat’. He huffs, once again trying a futile effort to meet your hips ‘maybe i’m starved for attention’ he taunts. You squeeze his jaw tighter, eyes narrowing dangerously ‘you saying I don’t give you enough attention? hm? that i’m not good to you?’ punctuated by a roll of your hips he lets out a stuttered gasp ‘because if that’s true then I may as well stop. Since i’m not good to you’ with a teasing smirk you let go of his chin.

He lets out a pleading whine, hands threatening to move from the bed frame, where he was instructed to keep them. ‘please, baby please’ he downright whimpers ‘i’ll be good. please just keep going’. With a smirk you straddle his lap once again, continue the rhythmic rocking of your hips as he babbles out broken pleas to keep going. ‘see. all you have to do is ask’ you coo ‘I don’t like my baby being a brat. I much prefer him to be all sweet’

[flowercrowngods]

for prompt tag!

28. i'm just getting comfy (would love if this was established relationship/domestic fluff.. perhaps one of them is sick in this... idk)

but also take your time 🫡🫂

in which steve is sick but that won't stop soft boys hours

When Eddie hears the sound of fuzzy sock-clad feet dragging over the hardwood floor, accompanied by a sniffle or two, he drops the book he's reading onto his chest, exasperated by his restless boyfriend who refuses to stay in bed after Eddie tucked him in — again! Ready to give him A Look and tell him to get back to bed, because whatever it is he needs, Eddie can and will get it for him, Just go back to bed, Stevie. 

But whatever words were on the tip of his tongue even just a second ago have disappeared at seeing Steve – the same way that they always used to when they've only been dating for a few months. Instead of giving him anything remotely like A Look, Eddie grins, and instead of exasperated, all he feels is immeasurably fond. Endeared. Fucking enamoured. 

Because Steve, in all his pale, sniffly-nosed glory, is standing in the doorway to the living room, blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the windows, painting everything golden and bringing colour back to him, too. But it's not the way the light catches on his skin that makes Eddie fall in love all over again in what Robin would describe the most pathetic way possible, no. 

The thing that makes Eddie want to propose on the spot, in sickness and in health, is the fact that Steve is wearing Eddie's woollen hat. The one Joyce knitted for him with thick, soft, dark brown wool a few Christmases ago, with two distinctive bat ears sticking up.

God, where did Steve even unbury that? 

And what business does he have looking so absolutely fucking adorable wearing it?  His glasses are askew, the hair sticking out from beneath the hat is tousled and greasy, and the bags under his eyes are stark against his sickly pale skin that makes his nose shine red. 

Eddie is about to die with how much he loves him. It’s like a scream lodged in his throat that he cannot let out, an urge that grows evermore to let the whole world know, to not rest until the last person knew about his endless, endless, endless love for this angel of a man. 

In sickness and in health. It is there, residing in the back of his head, and he almost says it out loud — but Stevie would kill him if Eddie proposed to him because of a stupid woollen hat with bat ears (Sorry, Robbie). 

“Baby,” he breathes instead, miraculously keeping a hold of his heart in this wave of affection that overcame him so suddenly. “You good? Everything okay?” 

“Mhmm,” Steve hums, though it’s more of a growl with how rough his voice is. He wipes at his face, almost nudging his glasses off his nose, and Eddie can’t keep in the chuckle that bubbles out of him. 

He’s about to get up off the couch and wrap the angel with bat ears in his arms, just because he can, but then Steve is already approaching him, the blanket thrown around his shoulders dragging on the floor just as much as his feet. There is something so young about Steve when he’s sick, something so vulnerable and raw that makes Eddie want to latch onto him and never let go. Protect him from the evil germs and the headaches they bring. It’s dumb. Stupid, really. 

Eddie doesn’t even try to fight it as he sits up and holds out his arms for Steve to fall into. He brushes kiss after kiss to his overheated skin as Steve cuddles into him, burying his face in Eddie’s neck and his hands underneath his shirt. 

They hum in unison, finding a sound for serenity.

“That’s my hat,” Eddie says after a while, breathing in his sick angel and feeling him melt in his arms. 

“Our hat,” Steve mumbles into his skin. "My turn to be Batman."

Eddie laughs, wrapping his arms tighter around him, giving in to the urge to hold, the urge to never let go. “You’re ridiculous, d’you know that?” 

“I did know that,” Steve says, and he somehow manages so sound proud of that. 

“Good, just making sure,” Eddie remarks, hiding his own grin in Steve’s cheek, nosing along his temple and the edge of the hat. After a moment of silence that they spend just holding onto each other, he murmurs, “You need anything?”

Steve shakes his head, winding his arms tighter around Eddie’s shoulders and leans into him; it takes him a moment to catch up with Steve, but eventually he lets himself fall backwards so they’re lying flat on the couch. 

“What are you doing, hm?” he asks, reaching for the blanket that has pooled around Steve’s legs and pulls it up again, wrapping it around his shoulders properly again. 

“I’m just getting comfy,” Steve rumbles, slowly and sluggishly wiggling and twisting on top of him until he stills with a satisfied hum that sounds a lot like a smile. 

“Good?” 

Another hum, affirmative this time, as Steve buries his cold fingers underneath Eddie’s body. “You’re warm.” 

“And you have a fever.” 

“Hmm. Still.” 

It makes him grin again, makes him want to burst and scream and cry and laugh endlessly. 

“Ridiculous,” he says again, no louder than a whisper, and Steve turns his head to press a kiss to the centre of Eddie’s chest. It’s as much of a No, you as Eddie’s going to get, and he cherishes it with everything he has. 

“I like that,” Steve says, half asleep by the sound of it.

Eddie reaches for Steve's glasses and places them on the coffee table, and tucks the hat back over his ears. When no elaboration follows, asks, “You like what, angel?” 

“That. Your voice. Feels nice.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhmm.”

“Want me to read to you? I think you might like this book, actually.” 

Another hum, another kiss — to his heart this time. “I like everything about you.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” Eddie laughs, reaching for the battered copy of Momo that’s been one of his favourites since Wayne brought it home on a rainy night in ’85 and Eddie stayed up all night devouring it. 

��At the edge of the city,” he starts reading the blurb, to give Steve an idea what this is about and let him decide if he wants to listen in or just feel the rumbling of Eddie’s voice in his chest, “in the ruins of an old amphitheatre, there lives a little homeless girl called Momo. Momo has a special talent which she uses to help all her friends who come to visit her. Then one day the sinister men in grey arrive and silently take over the city. Only Momo has the power to resist them, and with the help of Professor Hora and his strange tortoise, Cassiopeia, she travels beyond the boundaries of time to uncover their dark secrets.”

Steve doesn’t react, but Eddie can feel that he’s not quite asleep yet, so he opens the book and starts reading from the beginning that he almost knows by heart. Somewhere on page seven, Steve takes to playing with Eddie’s hair, carding slow fingers through the strands in the gentlest way that is almost enough to distract him. Switching the book from one hand to another as his arms get heavy from the position he’s holding the book, he always has one hand drawing idle patterns underneath the blanket, between Steve’s shoulder blades. 

It’s a slow afternoon as the sun sets on them, painting them in golden hues of orange and rose. Once he’s sure Steve is asleep and the living room too dark to keep reading, Eddie puts down the book and sneaks his arms under the blanket, wrapping them loosely around Steve’s shoulders to follow him into dreamland.  

hope this lives up to what you had in mind! 🫶

[andersonfilms]

honestly want abby to fall asleep on top of me- snoring n everything. her head on my chest, leg hiked up on my waist n all. i’d neverrrrr let her move.

literally want nothing more than this. abby’s leg hiked up around your waist her head laying against your chest and snores coming from her pouty lips. all of her weight rests on top of you, but you welcome it. you were supposed to leave a few hours ago to meet some friends, but you don’t have the heart to move her. so you just rub her back, run your fingers through her hair, smoothing over the top her head. abby whispers your name in her sleep, and it makes you smile.

it’s never like this with her. she usually likes to be one who holds rather than being held. you take comfort knowing how vulnerable she lets herself be around you. her soft breath on your exposed chest, her hands subconsciously land on your hips as her thin sheets barely hold over her hips and yours, her bare skin feels like heaven. strong, freckled back is a sight to see, and you can’t help yourself watching her. you never want to leave this moment, always want to say right here in serenity with her.

[slutsbody]

Dad Leon being brought on a livestream by the request of his daughter's followers on Onlyfans, and of course, he doesn't exactly approve of this source of income, but if he's able to earn that bag while fucking his pretty daughter then what more could he really ask for? (im so sick this man is gonna make me throw up i love him sm-}

SCREAMED SCREAMED SCREAMED CUZ LIKE THATS A PLOT I HAVE FOR A FIC… FAWKKKK LIKE OKAY.

leon is obsessed with this one pornstar, she’s a faceless pornstar, like he’s so. idk he’s infatuated with her and practically jerks it to her everyday, they lowkey have this little relationship going on where he’s like messaging her sexual messages, sending dick pics, etc. & she replies back! duh.. it’s her job and she likes the idea of talking to this older mystery man.. leon’s guilty pleasure headass but with incest..

but one day, his daughter come back to his place for vacation and he gets her like this cutie little bracelet & when leon sees her newest post he sees. the bracelet. and realizes that the room she was in was eerily similar. so he freaks the fuck out. i mean? real? i would freak too

and blah blah, he confronts her but is maybe oddly specific on some details and she’s like. 😀. you’re that one follower i have. and he’s like. 😀. oh fuck.. yeah. so.. it gets like really really awkward but uhmmmmmm they fuck in the end so 🔥 and she films it for the fans 🔥 and people fw it 🔥 so the end 🔥

[teddybeartoji]

lowkey need to sit on Nanami's face. and i mean SIT.

HIGHKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIGHKEY NEED TO DO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he loves it btw it's literally one of his favourite things ever. to have your thighs around his head to have his nose nudging against your clit.. yeaahhh he fucking LOVES that shit. like this is one of the best ways to relax after a long day yk?

he really likes to watch you too he wants to see every single one of your reactions he wouldn't miss them for the world. he aaalso gets super handsy,, sometimes he's just kneading your thighs but then other times he's sliding his hands up and down your side and your back, pushing and edging for you to really grind down on him. he's fucking rockkkk hard during all of this too btw he gets off on making you feel good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh and yes. he does want you to SIT down on him, if you try to hover he will just pull you down and then keep you there this is a given.

[aviiarie]

AVIE!! I SAW THAT NOW!! YOU KNOW WHO I WANT!! Arlecchino romantic PLEASE!

😶‍🌫️

The letter is sealed in a dark red envelope, with your name written in a swooping cursive across the back. There is a slightly aromatic scent that clings to the paper, caused by the fragrant-smelling tea bags tucked into the envelope.

My dearest, It has been a while since we have spoken. I do apologize for not sending this sooner. The days have been long, as of late, and I have barely the time to breathe, let alone pick up a pen and paper. That isn't to say I haven't thought of you, however. I find my thoughts drifting to you quite often. Your eyes, are the first thing I think of. Whenever I glimpse a similar shade, your face flashes in my mind. Your voice, is the second. Every so often I hear a similar tone, and I turn, expecting you to be behind me. But alas, it never is. This trip is proving to be longer than expected, but I am expecting to be returning soon. When I come home, do boil some water so we can share some tea together. In the meantime, I have left some tea bags in this letter. It is a new flavour, I think you will enjoy it. That is enough about myself. It has been too long since I have heard from you, so please—tell me everything. Tell me about how you have been faring in my absence; the exciting, the mundane, I wish to hear everything I have missed. No matter how trivial it may be to you, I will treasure every detail. I will be awaiting your response. With love, Arlecchino

(ask game!)

[thisismeracing]

not really a request more of a thot but i can’t stop thinking about when lewis gets married that everyone will call his wife “lady hamilton” and her just being treated like royalty in the paddock (i know that’s not really how knighthood works but let a girl dream 😭)

omg omg aaaaa totally!!!!

They would definitely match a thing here and there, sometimes small things like a bracelet or a neckless, and fans would go crazy over every minor interaction. She would try and attend every race, to the point that when she can't the journalists are quick to ask where is she, if she's okay, and Lewis would be all giddy with how loved she is. The fact that the whole paddock adores Yn is proof enough that she's truly a gem, and Lewis feels the luckiest. People will often catch him mentioning her, it's always "my wife this, my wife that, Yn this - my wife you know? and so she-" and somewhere along the way someone comes up calling her lady hamilton, the internet just decides to adopt the new nickname. yn hamilton is lady hamilton, and lady hamilton and though she is loved by the people, she's even more loved by her hubby hihih

[lemotmo]

Hi! I'm sorry to bring this up but... are Oliver and Ryan really interacting with buddie content? Or just Eddie and Buck content, as a duo of characters in the show (because let's be honest, they go together), not as a romantic pairing. Because all I see are Buck and Eddie costumes, and in one of them there was even a third person dressed as Chim. It's not like they liked the one of the two dudes that looked like boyfriends that were clearly going for romantic buddie. I just wouldn't call what they're doing interacting with buddie stuff, just 911 stuff specific to their characters.

I'm going to have to respectfully disagree with you on this one Nonny.

If it was just this one time, I would think your theory holds validity. But this isn't a one-off at all. They've done this before.

Ryan with that parody video a while ago, Oliver with so much fanart over the years, general Buddie posts (thumb thumb thumb anyone?) and now costumes. This is a pattern by now.

Ryan actively liked a bunch of Eddie and Buddie costume posts today, one of them being an Eddie-apple and a Buck-lemon that kissed. I mean... that's pretty specific if you ask me. 🤷‍♀️

Oliver is out there liking all kinds of Buddie stuff, but ignoring anything BT. Again, very specific. That is a pattern.

This isn't 'just' about showing a duo of friends on a TV-show. They know what they are doing. They aren't fools. They are having fun with this (until some rpf idiot decided to ruin that fun, but whatever).

How much more clear can they get at this point for people to start believing it?

For years people have called us 'delusional' and I think it seeped into our bones to the point that we just believe we are making things up that aren't really there. Well, I promise you that you aren't just 'seeing' things this time. You aren't delusional. Trust in what you see.

Now I can't/won't 100% promise that they'll follow through with Buddie on the show, because you never know with Tim. But from all that we've seen so far and now this very interesting social media pattern? I'm quite confident they will.

As I said before, if they wouldn't go through with it now? ABC and the show would be in big trouble. It would be a PR nightmare, which is something a network doesn't need or want.

And yes, I talked about this with Ali. She shares my opinion on the Ryan and Oliver's social media pattern. I talked to a couple of mutuals about this as well. Everyone seems to agree, so I'm not alone in this.

Again, agree or disagree. All is fine. Everyone is allowed an opinion. But please keep it civil. Thanks.

[misandriste]

💌 anon requested: ↳ Nayeon x Ko Moon Young outfit comparison

[rius-cave]

I love the idea that Lucifer tricks Adam into eating the fruit of knowledge of good and evil by using it as a gag during seggs

LUCIFER HAVING AN APPLE BALL GAG IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THING I'VE HEARD THANK YOU

[aceofwhump]

Harry Chase whump in World on Fire 2x03

[mosylufanfic]

If you're still doing it, Casual Encounters for the fic titles?

For this title, nonny, I'm absolutely still doing it.

I love the thought of Jyn being the queen of one-night stands. It's just easier that way, you know? She tried to be the girlfriend type in high school but they always got so pouty and whiny when she didn't call them back. She has no desire to call them back. They're going to make her do shit like go to the movies or out to dinner before they get down to business.

Look, she is what she is, she's not going to apologize for it. She's busy. Scholarships don't win themselves, and while she knows her foster dads' employment at Yavin University will take care of most of her tuition, she's determined not to be beholden for the rest of it.

When she gets into college, she stops trading numbers. By her junior year, she stops trading names. Stops them when they try. Yavin University is big enough that she doesn't have to see anybody twice if she doesn't want to.

Bodhi doesn't like it, mostly because he's got some dude friend in his grad program that he thinks would be just perfect for her. "He's smart, he's funny, he can keep up with you - I just think if you met him, you'd like him."

"You're a romantic," Jyn says, and both of them know it's not a compliment.

Anyway, there's this guy that keeps turning up. Dark eyes, tall and lean, fine with no names. Just her type. He even had his own condoms the first time they hooked up in the backyard of a frat party.

She breaks her own no-repeat rule the next time she sees him, at a bar. He buys her a drink, then fingerbangs her in the alley. She goes down on him in his car. It's only polite, if you think about it.

It gets to be a thing. Sequential one-night stands, catching each other at parties and bars and street fairs and one time a visiting professor's lecture. (They did wait until the lecture was done. It was really good.)

They still don't know each others' names. Sometimes she thinks he'd like to ask.

Sometimes she'd thinks she'd like to tell him.

He doesn't sleep over, of course. God, of course not. The one day he wakes up in her bed was because they ran into each other at the library in the wee hours, both of them pulling near-all-nighters to finish midterm projects.

"Stress release?" he offers.

One of her other rules is that she never fucks in the university library because if Chirrut or Baze or one of their co-workers ever caught her, it would be unspeakably awkward. Which is why she impulsively says, "My place isn't far."

She wakes up before him and waits to feel that recoiling sensation of somebody being too close. She doesn't. That's weird.

She gets up and goes to make coffee. A key scrapes in the lock, and Bodhi staggers in, yawning.

"I've got someone here," she says once she finishes teasing him about his walk of shame. "He might want the shower."

Bodhi grunts, guzzling coffee, just as Jyn's bedroom door opens. She's head-deep in the fridge, trying to determine if the yogurt is worth the risk, so she just hears her multiple-one-night-stand's voice, ringing with shock. "Bodhi?"

Bodhi says, "Cassian?!"

(Of course, inspired by @andorerso's Rebelcaptain Smut Month. Does this count?)

[thesweetnessofspring]

Do we know what happens to the pearl at the end of Mockingjay ? I know she doesn't really need it now that they grow back together and Peeta is actually here in 12 but I feel like this is something she would keep, right ?

Hi nonny!

We don't know for sure what happens to the pearl. As far as I can remember, the last time it's mentioned is when Katniss puts the key to Peeta's handcuffs in her pocket, where it clinks against the pearl.

So knowing that Katniss sustains burns on her body from the bombs, it's likely either it perished or got lost in the fire (which for fanfiction, I am more than happy to ignore).

I know this isn't a prompt, but this question gave me an idea, so do you mind if I share?

i.

I can feel Peeta's fury burn into me as my prep team comes to adjust my make-up. It's different than early in his hijacking. He's not attacking me or set off by the sight of my face. He loathes what I just did, the monstrosity I released in the world.

Peeta is escorted out the door by Peacekeepers in their white uniforms and the absence of his gaze removes some of the numbness I feel. The only thing that has the power to hurt me now is what I lost with him. What we might have had, if not for Snow.

Will he understand? I wonder. He's already thought the worst of me and it will be easier for him if he continues to hate me. Still, as the final bit of powder is brushed on my face, I grab Venia by the wrist. Venia, who has been the strongest.

"Venia," I say. "When you see Peeta again, will you please give him this from me?"

The pearl I'd been rolling in my fingers for months now finds their way into Venia's hand, her fingernails unpainted but shaped and buffed.

"You can give it to him yourself," Venia says.

"I think you'll see him sooner than I will," I say.

And although strong and capable, Venia is still a little too airheaded to understand what this means. But I'd always intended to return the pearl to Peeta after my death. I may never undo the hate Snow put into him, but I can still give him one last gift. To let him know what he meant to me.

ii.

I've never been to the visiting room before. Haymitch is caught up in legal battle after legal battle for both Katniss and myself, and there's no one left in the Capitol who would bother coming to see me. Not hijacked Peeta, unstable and dangerous.

In a plush velvet armchair, a spindly woman with gold tattoos over her eyebrows and hair that has been chopped to her chin with aqua ends sits perched on the edge like a bird. It takes me a minute to place who she is. Someone from Katniss's prep team, though I'm not sure what her name is.

The woman stands up as I come in, nervously looking at the nurse who closes the door.

"It's all right," I say. "There are cameras here. It isn't as private as they like to pretend it to be."

But what really is private here in the Capitol anyway?

"I'm not sure if you remember me," the woman says. "I'm Venia, I'm--"

"Part of Katniss's prep team," I say.

She gives a shaky smile. "That's right. I would have come sooner, but I'd hoped circumstances would change."

"Thank you for coming," I say.

"I have something for you," she says and draws from around her side a purse so small, I think only a rock could fit inside.

"I don't need anything," I try to refuse.

"I promised Katniss I would get it to you," Venia says. "I promised her before...it all happened."

Venia sticks her forefinger and thumb into the small opening of her purse and draws out an iridescent pearl the size of a pea. Sometimes, something I come across is familiar to me, even if I don't remember it. This pearl strikes me with this same familiarity, and I know if Katniss wanted me to have it, then it must have been important.

Venia walks over to me and drops the pearl in the palm of my hand.

"I'd hoped I could give it back to her," Venia says. "But I'm not sure if that will be possible now."

"Thank you," I say, closing my fist around the pearl.

Venia's crying silent tears now. "I hope you two get to see each other again."

After she leaves, the nurses inspect the pearl as to whether or not I'll get to keep it in my room. It's determined that, even if I swallowed it, it's small enough not to choke me, and poses no other danger.

In my room at night, I roll the pearl between my fingers, brush my lips against it. Think of the girl who in what she thought would be her last moments, found someone to deliver this pearl to me. The girl still on trial, who I might never see alive.

One night, the memory comes back. If you put enough pressure on coals, it turns into pearls!

I laugh out loud, the first laugh I've had in a long while. And it unlocks a derangement in me and I laugh until my stomach aches and tears drip down my cheeks.

My pearl, my girl, I think as the laughter subsides. I'm going to give it back to her someday.

iii.

A soft knock sounds at my door, followed by Peeta's gentle voice calling my name. I don't answer. I don't move. Whatever improvement I've been through these past six weeks are gone now.

Peeta opens the door a crack, peering in and making eye contact where I lay on the bed. He pushes the door open more and then treads with his heavy step across the carpet and sits down on the floor by my pillow.

"Bad day?" he asks.

I nod. It's my birthday. My first birthday without her. I had only cared about a birthday as much as it brought me to the end of being of reaping age. Now it doesn't matter. She won't be getting any older. When her birthday comes in a couple of weeks, she'll stay thirteen.

"I have a present for you," Peeta says. "I haven't been sure when to give this to you, so I thought now would be as good of a time as any."

He's piqued my curiosity enough that I sit up in bed and scoot over to make room for him. He settles so the sides of our bodies touch, a perfect line from leg to hip to shoulder.

"I don't see anything," I say. His hands are empty, and I start to doubt him.

Then his hand goes into his left breast pocket and he withdraws from it our pearl. Our fingers brush as I pick it up and hold it out. In the room with my shades drawn, its shine is dulled and its color dark. But I know once I go out, its brilliance will be captured once more, the pink and cloudy blue shifting as I roll it between my fingers.

"I gave that pearl to you in the Quell," Peeta says. "Real or not real?"

"Real."

"Coal can turn into pearls, real or not real?" But by his smile, I know this one is a joke.

"Real," I say, teasing him back. "I think that one is definitely real."