#suzanne i love you i promise

[leulah]

suzanne collins is a good writer, but she could instead choose to write these themes and ideas into something new, but you just know her publisher was knocking down her door with a lionsgate contract and a million dollar deal

[ronearoundblindly]

No Promises (3)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

I Left You Something On The Body (see previous or LH Masterlist)

Summary: You and Lloyd take to leaving consolation prizes for whichever one of you 'loses.' It...escalates delightfully.

Warnings for DARKFIC. Language; descriptions of sexual situations, toys, various paraphernalia. Smut-adjacent (masturbation). MINORS DNI. I have plenty else for you on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you! WC 982

And you do; you let Lloyd have several open contracts after the keycard incident.

Sometimes you wonder about the man providing the most fun you’ve had in years, but mostly, you relax in a noisy city high-rise with a spectacular view. A small vacation between assassinations. You drop off the network for a month or so, picking up a straight-forward job nearby, and then show up at the target’s house to find him already dead.

Pinched onto the body, overtop a blood-soaked button-down, are golden nipple clamps.

You snort in disbelief.

The sick bastard, he’s really wooing you now.

A thin chain between the clamps sports a tied tag.

To: The Cobalt Cunt

You let out a dreamy sigh, the little tingle in your mind of possibly fucking (with) him again vibrating to life. You even miss him in a weird way.

On the reverse of the tag, it reads, “not safe for lace.”

It’s on obviously and more fun than you ever imagined. At some point, you can’t tell if you two are letting each other get places first on not. The money is, oddly, totally irrelevant, and your career takes on a renewed joy.

Lloyd claims a target. You show up, kill them, and drop off an intricately-packaged Gucci jock strap with “Eat Me” embroidered at the back of the waistband, right above his asshole.

For good measure—and to remind him what he’s missing—you add a spritz of your perfume to the cup.

That’s where you want to be nestled, it implies. That’s where you belong, right against his dick.

Sadly, the next ‘surprise’ takes a while as you two are not after the same jobs. There’s plenty of work to go around till you find an oblong box wrapped in brown paper on the armchair ten feet from an enormous bloodstain.

 With an empty scotch glass and a crumb-covered plate beside it, you know Lloyd’s been trolling for your attention. His snacky, sweet-tooth is somewhat notorious.

Your inconspicuous, purposefully plain gift waits patiently, the soft whipped cream of a strawberry shortcake dripping down its serving stand.

There’s no rush though, and you make a little ritual of opening it to reveal a beautiful dildo with golden speckles throughout the silicone molding. It is absolutely from a cast of Lloyd; you’d know that curve anywhere.

If that’s as close as you can get? Fine by you…

The rest of him barely participated before anyway.

Geneva.

Lloyd’s pissed and tired after the flight. Suzanne is the fucking worst and made him repeat the plan three times because her pea-brain is as sharp as a limp dick.

He dances down the plane steps, noticing a welcome party that is not his people. One sunglasses-clad, black-suited fellow walks up to Lloyd with an enormous gift basket.

It’s so goddamn pink Lloyd recoils and squints his eyes.

Good christ, it’s hideous. He loves it in a sick way.

Pink cellophane, fuzzy pink handcuffs, a sparkling fuchsia cock ring, rose gold anal beads with pesto-colored rope connecting them, and strawberry flavored lube.

Mood restored, Lloyd chuckles, turning on his heel to get back on the plane.

He’s going home. He has toys to play with.

He doesn’t bother to explain shit to Suzanne. One of these days, he’s just going to pop her for free.

This one doesn’t coincide with a job at all, but that’s what makes it all the sweeter to you.

Delivered to the place you’re staying for the week is an adorable, yellow stuffed rabbit with a pull-cord. Across its tummy is 'sunshine' in cursive letters.

You honest-to-god squeal in delight as you listen to each of the five custom recordings programed in.

Lloyd tuts then says “should have sized up my ring, you cock-drunk whore,” a deep gasp and a squelch punctuates the end.

Oh boy. It’s Christmas in July. Happy you!

You fake your own shocked gasp at the second soundbite.

“Know you don’t taste like fucking strawberries,“ he grunts before bitterly adding, “but I’ll take one for the team and eat that pussy any day.”

Third: “Bet I was the best you ever had, even when I wasn’t awake, you poor thing. So needy…”

Fourth: “How hard did you come, Sunshine? Be honest.” He laughs like the cat who got the cream to end that one.

Finally, the last of the pulls is just the slapping noise of him jerking off and finishing with a deep moan.

Now, at least, you know what Lloyd sounds like when he comes.

Utterly self-satisfied, Lloyd goes about his life of luxury.

He’ll be damned if he’s going to break and go to you. Fuck that. The thrill of this taco-and-hotdog game is worth it anyway.

He still works, and not every job revolves around you.

For one such fulfilled contract, he’s being paid in artwork and has the delivery men bring in the large framed canvas to uncover in his current villa’s sitting room.

The expectation is a well-known portrait.

It’s a painting alright, but it’s…very modern.

Lloyd crosses his arms over his chest and smothers a proud grin.

The torso and open legs of you stretch out facing the viewer, gold leaf embossed nipple clamps and their chains dangle over your stomach, and the blunt end of a golden dildo sits nestled in your cunt. There are brush strokes and paint visibly raised from the surface.

He wonders whether it was done from a photo or whether you sat there, bare, for some artist to reference for hours, maybe even days.

Lloyd had a spot in mind for his real payment, but this will do nicely. He’s quite pleased with the view. It shall go over the mantle in the bedroom, and he shall fuck whoever he wants—his fist included—while staring right at it.

The half dozen or so other people in the villa’s great room who can all see the painting don’t say a fucking word.

How the hell is he supposed to top this?

A/N: Full disclosure, I'm pretty sure this is the funniest thing I'll ever write, and I'm okay with that. I can't stop laughing 🤣🤣🤣

[Next Part: A Blazer Full of Bullet Holes]

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

blue art deco divider by @/saradika-graphics--thank you for your beautiful work!

[heartstringsduet]

10 Books for 2025 (or however many/few you want to read)

Thanks for tagging me @guardian-angle22. Hoping this year it will hold me accountable to read these or any books really holy shit.

Cheating because I started reading these in like...September of last year. But alas, 2/3 through both and hoping to finish them in the next few weeks. And even now can already say they are huge book recs for me! Coco Mellors is a metaphor queen and The Pairing is my favorite romance in a while!

Emily Henry never misses for me, so gonna be my summer romance read. And I mean...it's Suzanne Collins!

Maggie Stiefvater is easily in my top three authors and even if I don't like historical fiction mostly, I will surely give this a read! And The Emperor of Gladness promising queer found family and angst? This is so up my alley and OV has such beautiful lyrical writing as a poet. Excited for this!

Been meaning to write more essays again and I had a hard but then lovely time with Maggie Nelson's 'The Argonauts' so I want to read more by her. Jandy Nelson's "I'll Give You The Sun' is one of my favorite YA books, and I was so hoping to read more. And now I finally can!

Two books I already have at home. One by Sally Rooney who has yet to disappoint me, and one fantasy novel I've been meaning to read for years now because it sounds so fantastic! OPEN TAG since I don't know who reads or plans to read. Please feel invited to share. I would love to know what you plan to read. Tagging a few peeps just in case:

@carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @lightningboltreader

@ironheartwriter @eclectic-sassycoweyes @emsprovisions

@ladytessa74 @never-blooms @freneticfloetry @rmd-writes

@welcometololaland @alltheprettyplaces @wtfuckevenknows

@theghostofashton @literateowl @firstprince-history-huh

@henrygrass @strandnreyes @paperstorm @herefortarlos

@bonheur-cafe @thisbuildinghasfeelings @lonestardust

@butchreyes @ameriicansrequiems @solongllondon

[robinbuckleysfringe]

you are in love.

tom blyth social media au

pairings: tom blyth x reader

warnings: accused cheating

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

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*yninstagram has posted*

tagged rachelzegler & tomblyth

liked by joshandresrivera, tomblyth, hunterschafer, rachelzegler and others

yninstagram as promised, here's some more bts pics for tbosas. massive thanks to suzanne collins for letting me be apart of your universe 💚

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rachelzegler not that photo of me 😭

↪️ yninstagram sorry babes 🫶🏻🫶🏻. forgive me?

↪️ rachelzegler always 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️

tomblyth did me dirty with that photo when I know you took hundreds of nicer ones

↪️ yninstagram sorry not sorry, just giving the fans what they want 😘

hunterschafer it was so lovely to finally be in a project together ❤️

↪️ yninstagram here's to hoping there's more 🥂❤️

user is that y/n with tom in the 2nd pic?? they look awfully close

↪️ user back off and leave the cheating rumours alone. y/n confirmed that they were only friends during filming

↪️ user exactly!! leave them alone!! plus, they were probably just going over the script or something. it's not your business dude.

user these photos are everything

user everyone say thank you to y/n for listening to the fans and giving us more bts pics

user y/n stoppp, I can't fall in love with snow again

user can't decide if tom's hotter with blonde hair or brown

↪️ yninstagram I've been asking myself the same thing

↪️ user 😂 she's one of us!!!!

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*yninstagram has posted*

tagged robertdowneyjr, sebastianstan, chrisevans, gwynethpaltrow, anthonymackie & marvelstudios

liked by zendaya, tomholland2013, jacobelordi, tomblyth and others

yninstagram happy 10 year anniversary to my marvel debut (and also CATWS). huge thanks to @/robertdowneyjr for being the best onscreen dad, let's be in another project together soon pls ❤️

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rachelzegler omg forgot that you were in the mcu!! iconic behaviour

↪️ yninstagram little me was really living the dream!!

tomblyth can't wait to see what the future of the mcu holds in store for you ❤️

↪️ yninstagram love you tom ❤️

↪️ user omg confirmed y/n return to the mcu??

↪️ user I hope so!! missed her character so much!!

zendaya happy 10 years to my favourite marvel character

↪️ tomholland2013 hey, what about me? :((

↪️ zendaya I said what I said 🤷🏻‍♀️

↪️ tomholland2013 no, but for real @/yninstagram, congrats on making it a whole decade in the mcu. it's awesome to be able to share a screen with you xx

↪️ yninstagram aww, thanks guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. let's meet up next time I'm in town 💕💕

jacobelordi you used to be so cute. what happened? 😂

↪️ yninstagram shut up (said with love 🫶🏻)

user are you coming back to the mcu??

↪️ yninstagram you'll have to ask the marvel execs, sorry lovely. I wish I knew x

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*yninstagram has posted to her story*

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*yninstagram has posted*

tagged tomblyth

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yninstagram award show season was a blast 🥂💜

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tomblyth stunning 😍😘

↪️ yninstagram no, you 😘x

rachelzegler obsessed with you 😍😍😍

↪️ yninstagram I expect nothing less 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️❤️

joshandresrivera I wanna know what was said to make you pull that face in the 3rd photo

↪️ yninstagram probably someone bringing up that once again I wasn't nominated smh 😤

user mother is mothering 😍😍😍

user you were snubbed. you should've been nominated 😤

↪️ user for real!!!

↪️ user she defo deserves an award, but I don't think any of her projects last year (other than tbosas) was really award worthy. don't get me wrong, they were brilliant. but they weren't on the same level as the stuff that was nominated

↪️ user 100%

user you just know she's so fun to hang out with

↪️ user for real!! she emits such friendly energy

user what's the new project??

↪️ user wdym??

↪️ user she posted a story the other day with the caption "new project pending"

↪️ user it's probably stranger things season 5 tbh

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*yninstagram has posted*

tagged greysabc

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yninstagram shoutout to the stars (and my schedule) for aligning and allowing me to make my greys anatomy debut. thank you @/shondarhimes for letting me step through the doors of Grey Sloane Memorial hospital 💙

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tomblyth super proud of you ❤️❤️

↪️ yninstagram ❤️❤️

camillaluddington welcome to the family ❤️

↪️ yninstagram thanks for letting me join ❤️

rachelzegler watching you get your dream roles is the best thing in the world 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. endlessly proud of you bby 💕💕💕

↪️ yninstagram stoppp, you're making me cry 😭💕💕

hunterschafer we better be having a watch party at your house

↪️ yninstagram of course!! ❤️

joshandresrivera iconic

taylorswift big fan of this news!! congrats lovely ❤️

↪️ yninstagram love you!!! ❤️❤️

jacobelordi how the hell did you manage to keep this a secret??

↪️ yninstagram it was a real struggle

zendaya insanely proud of you!! 💕

↪️ yninstagram 😘

user I hope you're in it for at least more than one episode

↪️ user same, tho I doubt she'll become a series regular

user omg!!!

user congrats!!!

user yes yes yes!!!

user ooh, who are you playing??

user this is so cool!!! love greys anatomy!!!

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parts 5 and 6 will probably be the last parts to this social media au, unless there's anything you guys want me to write for this series

[styrofauxm]

2025 Book Bingo Plans

I've started planning out some of what I'm going to read for @batmanisagatewaydrug's 2025 book bingo (read more here), and to get myself hyped, I'm sharing the books I've set in stone, as well as recording some ideas I have for the other spaces!

I've been looking forward to Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins for a while now, I'm interested to see if it will live up to the philosophical examination it sets itself up as.

I got the illustrated copy of Eragon by Christopher Paolini/Sidharth Chaturvedi for Christmas, so that's kind of a no-brainer for the re-read.

Heavenly Tyrant by Xiran Jay Zhao I'm also getting for Christmas, but it's the pretty Illumicrate version, so it's not getting here until January or February. I took a gamble with Iron Widow and got the hardcover, and I was not disappointed (I've read it 3 times and am going to reread it once I get HT, and will certainly reread both in the future), so I expect the fancy one will be money well spent (by my aunt but still).

I am just assuming that My Friends by Fredrik Backman is going to be set in Sweden, because all of Backman's other novels are set there. Hopefully I don't need to find a new book for the category lol. If I do this one will probably fit Literary Fiction anyway.

I've been working my way through my reread of the Hitchiker's Guide trilogy by Douglas Adams, and think I can finish the 3rd in the next few days, so I'm all set up for the 4th going into 2025 :)

I stopped reading Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey when school got really rough last year and have wanted to go back to it for a while. It was recommended to me by my dad, and one of his favorite books. In the 100-ish pages I've read, I've found it to be amazing as well.

Things My Son Needs to Know About the World by Fredrik Backman was going to be my memoir choice until I realized it was actually essays.

I saw Death In Rocky Mountain National Park: Accidents and Foolhardiness on the Continental Divide by Randi Minetor while just wandering Barnes and Noble and was sure I had to read it when the title made it clear it wasn't going to blame animals for the actions of humans.

I've wanted to read Last Chance to See by Douglas Adams and Mark Carwardine for a long time, but the concept alone has always made it a little too sad to convince myself to pick up. This year will be its year though.

I promised my roommate that I would read The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson last year so that we could watch the show for Halloween. I'm following through this year instead.....

My reasoning for Thud! by Terry Pratchett is simple. I like Discworld, I like Ankh Morpork, I like the Watch novels, I like Sam Vimes.

Below the cut are some of my ideas for the sections I haven't filled yet (anyone should feel free to send me as many recommendations for these as you want):

Literary Fiction:

All The Names by José Saramago (recommended by my dad)

The Summer Book by Tove Jansson (recommended by my roommate)

Short Story Collection:

And Every Morning The Way Home Gets Longer and Longer, The Answer is No, and The Deal of a Lifetime by Fredrik Backman (this is not technically a collection, but it is a group of short stories that I really want to read)

20th Century Speculative Fiction:

The Martian by Andy Weir (I just want to read it)

Published Before 1950:

TBD Agatha Christie novel (I stole my dad's books acquired a lot of these and want to read some)

Indie Publisher:

Something from this list

Graphic Novel, Comic Book, or Manga:

Nothing Special by Katie Cook (I read this on Webtoon as it's been coming out, it has some of the best panel transitions on the platform, and I really want to see how she translated that to book form. Also I want to own the books bc I love the story and refuse to pay Webtoon money for it)

Animal On the Cover:

A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains by Isabella Bird (I was looking at the "local" shelf (not at this book in particular though) in Barnes and Noble, and a woman (not an employee) came up to me to tell me this is one of her favorite books ever and now I must read it)

The Girl in Red by Christina Henry (I help run a blog here cataloguing books with little to no romance and/or sex in them for people who are sex/romance repulsed, and someone submitted this. I also read a book years ago that I loved, but I didn't have Goodreads even at that point, and all I really remembered was the cover and opening. I've been looking for a while, and I think this very well could be it)

City of Nightmares by Rebecca Schaeffer (I loved her Market of Monster's trilogy and the Webtoon adaptation, and have been meaning to read this for ages)

Descendent of the Crane by Joan He (recommended by my other roommate, plus I liked her book The Ones We're Meant to Find)

Going Postal by Terry Pratchett (re: the reasons for Thud!)

2025 Debut Author:

Honestly, no clue here. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it

Read a Zine and Make a Zine:

Scarland fanzine by a whole bunch of people (I've read it before but it's really quite amazing and I would read it again happily)

2024 Award Winner:

Something on this list

Romance Novel:

Just Last Night by Mhairi McFarlane (recommended by a friend whose judgement in books I really trust)

Read and Make a Recipe:

We will see what strikes my fancy this year

Historical Fiction:

Fever 1973 by Laurie Halse Anderson (this one has been on my TBR since 2015)

The Island of the Sea Women by Lisa See (this was a birthday present in 2019)

Babel by R.F. Kuang (the premise is cool, and it says it's a response to The Secret History and I loved that book)

Bookseller or Librarian Rec:

Because of Mr. Terupt by Rob Buyea (in 5th grade, we did a unit where the class was split into 3rds and we each analyzed 1 book. The kids who read this book loved it. I really wanted to read it then, but never did. Then in 8th grade a librarian recommended it to me, bringing it back to my memory, but I still didn't read it. It lives on my TBR because I feel like I need to read it for 10/13 year old me)

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

in which Katniss contemplates Gale and Peeta (one of the many times), futures with them:

Gale:

Gale comes up behind me and we examine each other's reflection. I'm searching for something to hang on to, some sign of the girl and boy who met by chance in the woods five years ago and became inseparable. I'm wondering what would have happened to them if the Hunger Games had not reaped the girl. If she would have fallen in love with the boy, married him even. And sometime in the future, when the brothers and sisters had been raised up, escaped with him into the woods and left 12 behind forever. Would they have been happy, out in the wild, or would the dark, twisted sadness between them have grown up even without the Capitol's help?

Peeta:

But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

The bit about the "dark, twisted sadness" with Gale lets me know that it's not just about Gale's role in Prim's death because Katniss is imagining a world where Prim is alive and well, and still there's something dark and wrong able to grow between them. Because Gale has shown her repeatedly the ways in which he lets her down, dismisses her, is unkind to her - often at times when she desperately needs him to just be there for her, to understand her. He has rage and hatred that doesn't serve Katniss or who she is.

Compared to Peeta, who steadies her and stays beside her after undergoing horrific trauma. Still he works hard to be able to be beside her in the way that she needs. He is hope, he is rebirth, he is goodness. He is what's precious to her and he shows her that time and time again. He is there for her in ways she didn't even know she needed, and when he's gone she painfully feels his absence.

"I know this would have happened anyways" - mind you, she's known of Peeta before she knew of Gale. And I believe this is her (romantic daydreaming self) recognising that they would've always found their way to each other, even without the games (though that certainly put things into motion and sped them up).

It was always going to be Peeta and Suzanne Collins was very intentional about that throughout the trilogy.

[moonofthechilcotin]

Because I need to let this hyperfixation go wild before I can move on, here is a few of my Cora Levinson / Crawley Headcanons:

-She never got along with her mother, but she will still defend her and her family to her in-laws

-She was kind of a wild child in disguise. She always had great manners and presented really well, but she got Harold into trouble. Would drink her dad's whiskey and smoke his cigars and NOONE.EVER.KNEW. (Except Harold)

-She never was naive enough to believe Robert loved her. But her prospect wasn't great so she decided to marry someone she knew would treat her well.

-She's always known about Jane. I think she had a moment where she woke up and actually heard them in the next room, but she was feverish and so she probably had feverish images of them sleeping together and until the Bricker situation, was convinced Robert had slept with her. (But they talked it out after home girl's "very well, if you can tell me you've never.. "monologue).

-She is a sharp shooter, better than anyone at Downton but no one except Robert knows (and Thomas)

-she can whistle so loud with her fingers, lost Robert in a crowd once in Italy, could see him panicking, waved and called his name but he couldn't see her. Very unlady-like but Robert was impressed (and turned on)

-I think she writes to Tom's mom regularly, sends pictures and has Sybbie draw things and write things for her grandma. Has offered to have her come but the mom refused. Though she always responds.

-Even though the first few years at Downton were hard, Violet wasn't all that horrible and Cora realized the first time her mother visited after Mary was born that she was less on edge with Violet than she was with Martha. And somehow that hurt her.

-i know in the show she tried so hard not to step on Suzanne's toes. But that changed after the wedding. I want to believe she would have traveled to New York to help Rose with the delivery. They write and phone all the time. Martha checks in on them often too. She cried when Rose told her the child's middle name was Cora ❤️ and considers her her grandchild.

-She loves thunderstorms. It reminds her of the midwest (And Roberts is afraid of them actually, I HC that that's the first time he went to her room early in their marriage not for their marital duties but in case "she was scared" and she let him get away with it)

-She used to love being barefoot in the rain as a child. (Before the money, before her parents aspirations at high society) and she misses it. That's the one thing she wants to do before she dies. Robert promises he ll make it happen for her once her treatment is underway.

[triassictriserratops]

hi not to be annoying but you seem to be a fic recommendation expert, do you know of any fics that are post mockingjay & cannon but with sex et cetera!! i get overwhelmed when i look for fics myself but you seem good at it! thank you so much!! found your tumblr from reading your comments on Us Among the Living!!

Oh gosh, definitely NOT an expert by ANY means so if anyone else has anything to recommend, PLEASE feel free to reblog with links! But here are a few I can recommend for myself:

I recently read through this 4 part Growing Back Together series called The Golden Spiral by ThePerk42 that I highly recommend. It's two longer pieces and two shorter one-shots all in the same universe. The chaptered ones are slice-of-life and follow them along separate stages of their lives together rather than following any plotline.

Very sweet, very loving, VERY smutty.

If you read it, let me know how you like it! (And don't forget to give kudos and leave comments for the wonderful author!)

This is a famous series in the fandom that has since become an orphaned work (so if you like it, i'd download it just in case) Also, you WILL cry. I PROMISE you. There are a few different works in the series. Three longer form works, 2 EXCEEDINGLY SPICY oneshots within the universe, and a sequel series that is just a series of oneshots that follows Toastbaby Boy's childhood. The following are all Growing Back Together one-shots:

things that you can't say tomorrow day by @purple-cube (this one is a personal fave!)

Ignite by @purple-cube

Spectrum by @purple-cube

Growth by novastars

Blue Moonlight by @dustyattic122334

And for anyone wondering, the fic mentioned in the ask is Us Among the Living by the WONDERFUL @vasilissadragomir. It's beautiful and I have so much love for that story. The characters are lovingly preserved and the tone so realistic I sometimes feel like i'm reading something Suzanne Collins might have written. HIGHLY recommend!

[snowsonlylove]

Delicate (Inspired by Taylor Swift)

Pairing: Academy!Coryo x Gf!Reader

Summary: Coriolanus commemorates his first public appearance with his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. As Coriolanus feels Y/N’s head on his chest, he realizes how comforting it is to be loved as Y/N shows Coriolanus how safe she feels with him as she falls asleep before him. Coriolanus acknowledges this and he starts thinking of their future. This is the point of no return, the story of the beginning of Coriolanus Snow’s rise to power as the future President of Panem, with his darling future wife and First Lady, Y/N Y/L/N, by his side, being his pillar and supporting him on his journey to power. 

Fic Type: Fluff (SFW), a little arguement in the middle though so a lil angst 

Warnings: arguments, subtle manipulation in the beginning,lots of kissing, coryo being a lil delulu

Word Count: 1.6k

I do not own Coriolanus Snow or Y/N Y/L/N (cuz it’s you, boo). All credits go to Suzanne Collins and her team. Song credits also go to Taylor Swift and her team. 

I do not allow my works to be republished or translated under any circumstances. Any instances of this happening and YOU WILL BE BLOCKEDDD. 

This ain’t for the best

My reputation’s never been worse, so

You must like me for me

“You are just adorable, sweetheart.” Coriolanus said while stroking his girlfriend’s cheek. Of all the words used to describe Coriolanus Snow, sweet or adorable never came to mind. Coriolanus was charming, of course, but he could never be so vulnerable. That would stain his prestige of perfection. However, the same cannot be said for his girlfriend (aka future wife) Y/N Y/L/N. A young woman who walked through the halls of the Academy with the biggest, brightest smile on her face, always respectful in greeting her friends and teachers, the epitome of elegance and grace. 

We can’t make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

But you can make me a drink

Snow’s reputation does not perceed him, of course, yet he sometimes wonders… Why did Y/N choose him? Did she see him as a gentleman he never truly was? Did she like his sense of poise and sophistication? Or was she just sorry for him, given the circumstances of his family? Those are questions that are yet to be answered.

Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?

Phone lights up my nightstand in the black

Come here, you can meet me in the back

Their first appearance as boyfriend and girlfriend started during the reaping ceremony of the 10th annual Hunger Games. “Hey Y/N, where’s your boy toy? A little lost perhaps?” Arachne sneered while her goons silently snickered behind her back. “No, and he’s not my boy toy. You’d know all about boy toys, wouldn’t you Arachne? Considering the fact that you’ve successfully fucked more than half the boys in the Academy, attracting STDs left and right.” Y/N clapped back, hearing a male chuckle behind her as Arachne’s face turned furiously red and walked away. 

Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you

Oh damn, never seen that colour blue

Just think of the fun things we could do

Y/N turned back to face her boyfriend, running towards him with a hug so strong, it made him stumble forward. “Hi” Y/N whispered silently while looking at her boyfriend with a lovestruck smile. “Hey” He replied while examining her face with his piercing, blue eyes. They were living in their own world and they were perfectly content on keeping it that way. The pair leaned down to give each other a kiss, looking at each other as if time was just a construct. As they broke apart from their kiss, a familiar sound was voiced around the room and they were about to announce the start of the reaping ceremony.

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

(Yeah, I want you)

Both Y/N and Coriolanus walked to their respective seats with their hands locked together. Dean Highbottom was giving Coriolanus a deathly stare a few feet away, looking as if he was thinking of something to sabotage him with, then walking away to his seat with an eerily smirk, giving Coriolanus the chills. Coriolanus quickly snapped out of it, looking at Y/N with a small but reassuring smile on his face while giving her a final, deep kiss before the start of the ceremony, making their friends behind them release wolf whistles, leaving the couple with their cheeks pink.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

But you can make me a drink

“There has been a change this year,” said Dean Highbottom while looking around the room. “The Plinth prize will no longer depend on whoever has the best grades, rather it will depend on whoever is the best mentor, leading their tribute to victory” Coriolanus looked shocked as Y/N held his hand and rubbed her thumb over his fingers delicately in a reassuring manner. The couple exchanged glances as if to say something, then looking away with a determined expression, eager to support one another along the way.

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you're in my head?

'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate)

“District 8, Girl, belongs to Y/N Y/L/N. District 10, Girl, Arachne Crane” Dean Highbottom droned on with the assignments. Coriolanus looked around the room with an anxious look on his face, eagerly anticipating his assignment. The Plinth prize meant a lot to him, as the prize contained the money he needed to keep supporting his family, to be able to pay the bills, food, everything. Of course, Y/N knows about his condition, having visited his home and becoming great friends with Tigris and conversing with Grandma’am over their mutual love of roses. Coriolanus appreciates his girlfriend’s gestures towards his family, however he is in no position to accept money out of pity. That wouldn’t be a good look for him, and she knew that, so they kept this out of the equation in their relationship. “Oh you’ll like this one, Ms. Crane, the runt girl, District 12, belongs to Coriolanus Snow…” Coriolanus’s face turned from one of anxiousness to hidden rage as he glared at the Dean as if looks could kill. Y/N noticed how tense he was and knowing his situation, she held his hand tighter as she tried to comfort him.

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it too soon to do this yet?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

As the hall dispersed after the ceremony, Y/N followed Coriolanus outside the Academy as he furiously walked away from the hall. “Wait up, Coryo!” Y/N said, exasperated from following his big steps. Coriolanus’s head whipped towards her as he exclaimed “How could I not, Y/N?! He knew how much that prize meant to me and he still did that! And for what, as a means to take me down, as a way to destroy my future?!” He looked utterly exhausted as he vented his feelings out towards his girlfriend. Y/N didn’t speak, choosing to walk towards him and engulf him in a comforting hug and stroking the back of his neck in a comforting manner. Coriolanus heaved a big sigh and his eyes started to tear up from the pressure he was feeling.

Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?

Isn't it delicate?

Coriolanus buried his head deep in Y/N’s neck as he wept from his unfortunate chance of winning the only prize he needed to help his family. After a while, his cries subsided as he looked up at Y/N with a grateful smile before leaning and capturing her lips in a mind searing kiss, making Y/N surprised by his actions as she tried to keep up with his ministrations. They stayed like that for a while, basking in each other’s love and kissing each other like the other was their lifeline before they pulled away, breathless.

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

That night, Coriolanus and Y/N stayed together in her lavish, pink room as she layed her head on his chest in a comforting manner. Coriolanus looked at his girlfriend, half asleep and as somber as she could ever be in his presence. It brought him great comfort and pride to know that she was comfortable in his embrace and not afraid of him despite his flaws. Coriolanus kissed the top of Y/N’s head softly as he observed her sleeping form. He wonders sometimes… Does Y/N ever dream of him? What would their relationship look like if they were away from all this chaos in the Capitol? What if they found a way to get out of the Hunger Games and lived happily ever after somewhere else, with enough money and a house full of their children? Maybe somewhere on the countryside? No… No.. That would be too far fetched, especially considering his desire to rule Panem and finally take revenge on those rebels who destroyed his home and killed his father in the mines. He would also take revenge on those who wronged him, who thought of him as nothing without his fortune. 

Since he was a little kid running around the Snow penthouse, he never imagined he would want a future where he would be even close to a girl and producing heirs, now here he was, thinking what his and Y/N’s children would be like in a place far, far away from all this chaos. Would they inherit his eyes? Maybe have her hair? He doesn’t know, yet he’s excited to discover that with his lovely girlfriend. 

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend your mine all the damn time… 

Coriolanus never planned this, falling in love was beyond him and yet, it brought him serenity to know that once he ruled Panem, he would have his darling wife, the First Lady Y/N Y/L/N, by his side, supporting him the whole way. Her undying loyalty serves as one of the biggest motivations for him to win the Hunger Games, to prove Dean Highbottom wrong about his assumptions of the Snows. He would soon grow hungry for it, power… After all, it’s hunger that drives people desperate in this cruel, relentless world. As Coriolanus looked at his girlfriend’s relaxed face, he knew what he had to do to accomplish his dreams. He has to use Lucy Gray as much as she is using him. Use her, get rid of her, and continue on your way to the top of the food chain, with his darling girlfriend by his side, always siding with him and encouraging him on his journey to becoming the future President of Panem.

[effieotto]

I just finished reading the story you recommended, Staying Alive, and I absolutely loved the scenario where Effie is a winner. Do you have any other recommendations with a similar scenario?

Hello my dearest!

I apologize in advance for answering you so late, but i must say that i spent all this time looking for something that could fit your requirements for a similar scenario -without turning Effie into a completely different women- so i could recommend a good one for you. And it was just yesterday that i finished reading the perfect one -brace yourself

First and foremost i wanted to say that I am glad you enjoyed my recommendation. “Staying Alive” is one of my favorite fanfics, precisely because it addressed the scenario of Effie as a tribute, which is something extremely creative and unusual for Effie writers to explore, since it is a very uncharacteristic approach for the always optimistic, very delicate Effie Trinket

And with that in mind, i’ll rec you this one

it is quite different from SA, since Effie is not a tribute through and through, but a Escort forced into action along with Haymitch and other book canon characters, but the fundamentals are the same -and it’s worth it. The angst is HEAVY tho (i must warn you, because i wasn’t near prepared myself) and you will feel miserable and helpless throughout the whole thing, but it’ll pay off in the end, i promise you…

Hope you enjoy it (and may the odds be ever in your favor, because you’ll need some good luck for it!)

[literallymikewheeler]

sometimes i wish that the hunger games movies were casted a little differently. do not get me wrong, i absolutely adore jennifer lawrence and josh hutcherson !! their acting was perfect and felt so incredibly real !!! however, i feel like it was harder for people to truly understand what the entirety of the games were, with how much older they looked compared to their actual age in the book. most people in the cast were in their 20s/30s during the filming of the movie, while in the book they were a lot younger. as seen in the "if it werent for the baby" scene; as humans, we sympathize a lot more with the younger people are. specially babies, kids and teens. yes, the movies did show how disgusting and horrible the games were, however, they did not exactly tap into a lot of peoples "they are just kids" mindset. one of the most memorable parts of the movies, however, is rue (and prims) death, which is one of a kid played by a kid. aka: the "they are just kids" mindset. if katniss, peeta, and gale were casted as they were in the books (16, 16, 18) they (being both the movie writers and the audience) would have focused more on the horribleness of it all, rather than the "love triangle" the movie tried to create to get more viewers. this also goes to show about the fact that people seem to dislike katniss' character for being too "mean" and "rude". in the books, we see a scared, traumatized kid, while the movies see a scared, traumatized adult (yes, i know she was a kid in the movies too, but a lot of people see her as jennifers age at the time, which was in her 20s) and as much as we should treat trauma equally, many people tend to show more sympathy, and understanding of the actions for kids with trauma then adults. this goes for gale as well. in the books, even if you dont like his character, you will be able to somewhat sympathize with him and understand how complex he is (+ this only applies you have common media literacy !!) while in the movies, we see an adult making all of his "mistakes", and think "well, he should know better!" if it were an 18-year-old boy in the movies who had just watched almost all of his district die, having to choose who to and who to not save, and then immediately get manipulated by coin (all while struggling with his grief, and anger towards the world) people would have understood him a lot better. while in the movies we get "prim reaper !! haha !!" "peeta is so much better ! i hate gale !!" (i was going to end this rant here, but i have one more thing and im done, i promise !) a lot of people will only watch the hunger games to talk about how hot, or attractive they find the characters, completely missing the point. these are kids. they are not some character whos whole point of being is for your visual approval. i will see an edit of finnick (i know he isnt a kid, but the point still stands) and the caption will be something like "i need him so badly" "on my knees for this man", and all i can think about is how many of you guys are just proving suzannes point. especially when it comes to finnicks plot, and what he went through because of snow at only 16. i will see people talk online about how much they love this ship, or about how attractive they find this character, but i rarely see anything talking about the actual point of the games (this is mainly only the nonreaders though) the movies completely went over half the audiences head, and i think that is similar as to what happened with tbosas too ("omg ! president snow is so hot !!") suzanne is just going to keep writing books and keep making them in movies, until everyone can finally understand the point of it all.

[julietasgf]

"Well, my Ma loves you, which is already a good sign," Sejanus said with a soft smile. "You just need to be yourself, and I’m sure they’ll adore you. Because I adore you."

Or: The year-end holidays arrived, and Marcus had promised to spend the Christmas season with Sejanus and his family in San Juan. Marcus wanted, more than anything, for Sejanus's family to like him.

or: with the most cliche title to ever exist because I don't really know many christmas songs in english, I posted a tiny longfic of 7 chapters that I'll keep updating until december 23th!! if you give a chance to my fic, I'm already so happy, and hope you can enjoy <3 take care!!

[holylulusworld]

God vs the Devil (1) - Crash, boom, bang

Summary: God and the devil are after you. Someone messed shit up and you are on the run from a bounty hunter and a mercenary.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader x God

Warnings: angst, chasing, scared reader, language, mentions of characters death

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @sebastianstanbingo​​: Bounty Hunter AU

Square filled for @anyfandomdarkbingo​​: “Why aren’t they waking up?”

Word Count: 1,3 k

Crash. Boom. Bang.  

That’s how your life feels right now.

You crashed.

Your world exploded.

Bang. Gunshots follow your every step for days.

“Come out, cupcake. It will be over soon if you come here and be a good girl,” one of your pursuers coos. 

You’d believe him if you didn’t witness the death of your former boss not hours ago. 

Not that you liked your boss very much. He was an asshole and loved to grope your ass. But watching his brain end up on the wall behind him wasn’t how you imagined your day would turn out.

“Muffin don’t make me mad. People want to talk to you. I promise not to hurt you,” he huffs as you won’t leave your hideout. The man chased you around town for the better of a week. Always two steps ahead.

You made the mistake of turning toward your boss. He always bragged about his connections and weapon collection. Sadly, he refused to borrow you a weapon to defend yourself. 

“I’m slowly losing my patience here. You know this is the end of the rope. I will get my hands on you. If you force me to find you and drag you out of your hideout, I’ll break more than your fingers.”

He moves closer to your position, tapping the door to the broom closet you are hiding in with his gun. “I can fire through the door, toffee.”

A heartbeat passes, and another. You are about to just give up and put your life in the stranger’s hands when another voice catches your attention.

“What are you doing here?” the first man grunts. You can hear another gunshot. This time it’s not aimed toward you, but at the second man. “This is my hit.”

“I’m God, and you are not going to steal my hit,” the other man threatens. You wrap your arms around yourself. This is the end. You know it. One of them will survive and take your life.

“Well bad news, sunshine,” the first guy yells. “Litte miss cupcake is my job. I give you five seconds to move your ass out of my sight.”

“I’m God, the bounty hunter, and this is my job,” you’d like to chuckle at the second guy’s stoic demeanor. He gives a shit that the other guy threatens his life. “Get out of my way. You are not my job, but I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“Did he hire you too?”

“I don’t talk about my clients. Now, move aside, or I’ll make you move,” God says. “We have talked enough, Lloyd Hansen. This is the second time you have tried to steal one of my kills. I won’t have it.”

“What? Are you accusing me of murder theft?” Lloyd retorts. “I was here first, and I’ll relocate her now. Get the fuck out of my way.”

“Try me,” God bites back. “I bet you wasted all of your ammunition scaring the girl.” He drops his eyes to Lloyd’s gun. “More will come. We should settle this here and now.”

“I got more than enough ammunition left for you.”

You listen closely. If they fight, you might get the chance to sneak out of the room and get away. 

God unlocks his gun. He thinks about his next steps as Lloyd tries to remember how many bullets he carelessly fired at you. “You will die.”

“You will die,” Lloyd mimics God. “I will-“ he groans as his phone starts ringing. He raises one finger, expecting God not to shoot him while he takes the call. “What is it, Suzanne?”

God watches his opponent with curiosity. He doesn’t understand Lloyd’s behavior.

“Hello,” Lloyd snaps his fingers at God, “your phone is ringing. I bet they want to tell you too that someone messed shit up. This is not the target.”

God reluctantly answers his phone. He doesn’t say much but rather listens to his handler. “Not the target. Abort mission. Got it.”

He ends the call and puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Well, shit,” Lloyd grunts. “What now? She saw our faces and we kinda killed people all over town to get hold of her.”

“The target got eliminated,” God monotonously replies. He looks around the room, shaking his head. “Who are all these people?”

He points at your dead boss and his secretary. “Collateral damage,” Lloyd shrugs. “Leave the girl to me. I give you the chance to get away today.”

God harrumphs. He looks at the silver ring around his finger. “I considered your suggestion and decline it. She’s mine.”

Lloyd aims his gun at God. “I told you to get the fuck out of my sight. She will come with me. I’ll take good care of her.”

“No.”

God takes a step toward Lloyd. 

“I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Lloyd hesitates. He knows this man is protected by powerful people, but he already lost a kill today. He won’t give up on you too.

God just stares at Lloyd. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to take you with him. “No.”

“Fuck this.”

Lloyd kicks the door to the broom closet open. He ignores his concurrent and goes straight for the goal. He grabs your wrist, threatening to kill you as he drags you out of your hideout.

“No, let me go,” you scream and cry while wiggling in his hold. You try to break out of his iron grip, fighting for your life as your eyes land on the other man. “What do you want from me?”

“Shut your mouth, cupcake or I’ll make you shut up,” Lloyd grunts and pushes you down to your knees. You whimper and try to crawl away from the men.

You’re breathing heavily, and your heart hammers in your chest but you keep on crawling until you come eye-to-eye with your deceased boss. “Oh, my god.”

“She knows my name?” God asks. “Did you tell her my name?”

“Christ, can you shut up for a moment?” Lloyd grunts. “She didn’t mean you.”

“No…no…” you stare at the bodies of your former co-workers. “You killed them all…no…no…”

“Nonsense,” Lloyd pokes your boss’s leg with the tip of his shoe. “They are fine….just tired.”

You stare up at him with wide fearful eyes. “Why aren’t they waking up?” 

“Hansen, leave her to me,” God crouches down next to you to press something to your neck. You gasp and scramble away, staring at the man in horror. “Stop. Girl.”

“Leave me alone… go away…” you are shaking in fear again. “Please. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Fuck off,” Lloyd grabs your upper arm. He brings you to his chest to look at your neck. “What the fuck did you put at her neck?”

God doesn’t answer. He lifts his hand to show Lloyd the ring around his finger.

“Control.”

“You’re a sick little bastard, huh?” Lloyd grins. “Problem is, this is my prey. I didn’t get the kill, but cupcake is mine.”

“No.”

Lloyd sighs deeply. He’s just done talking to the dull man in front of him. “Yeah, I don’t give a shit about your opinion, sunshine. I’ll take her with me.”

He presses your trembling body to his chest with one thick arm and points his gun at God, silently warning his opponent to threaten his claim on you. 

“No.”

“Hey, uh-while you fight over…me,” you choke out, “can I use the restrooms? I need to pee for a while. You don’t want me to piss on your shoes…right?”

“No can do, cupcake.”

It was worth a try. You can’t outrun these two, so you must try to outsmart them.

 “Give her back,” God aims his gun at Lloyd. “Last warning.”

“Fuck off!” 

You scream and drop to your knees as the men start to fire at each other. Lloyd misses his opponent by inches. He grunts in pain as a bullet grazes his left upper arm.

“Why is this happening to me.” 

You crawl toward a corner of the room and wrap your arms around your legs.

You rock back and forth, praying to whoever is listening to shelter your life, or at least end it fast…

>> Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[sadalmostlesbian]

Hey y'all! I have fulfilled my promise and FINALLY updated my Sejarcus modern AU fic. Chapter three is up now, and I also made some minor edits to the first two chapters. I would love if y'all read it if it sounds like something you might enjoy.

Nothing but respect for my favorite blue-collar/pink-collar not-quite-a-couple not-quite-not-a-couple.

(Also, make sure to read the warnings in the tags and author's notes)

[daisychainsandbowties]

For Ava, piracy is Robin Hooding. Distributing ill-gotten gains is the best part.

For Beatrice, piracy is an escape. Being chased by the authorities has made her free.

For Suzanne, piracy is how she protects her girls. A means to an end.

For Shannon, piracy is a duty. Needs must.

For Mary, piracy is a job. A job with a built in soulmate.

For Camila, piracy is the family business. It is all about family.

For Lilith, piracy is the ultimate ‘fuck you’ to familial expectations. Found family is infinitely better.

god yeah i really do love the idea of ava, fresh-sprung from an orphanage and anointed with unholy power, fleeing through a maze of port city streets and running headlong into beatrice.

she’s got a pistol at her hip and a stack of books in her arms, smells faintly of magesmoke and blood, but she pulls ava into an alley, casts a simple ward and holds her there in the damp dark, alley cats wending around her boots.

one hand over ava’s mouth, the other trapping her arm against the splintery wooden wall until the guards (ava hopes that she thinks they’re guards) have moved on. then beatrice stepping back, appraising, going to collect her books from a neat pocket dimension she sketched into the air.

telling ava, because she follows, moth to a flame, “sorry about the rough handling. my name is beatrice, ship’s mage on the Cat's Cradle.”

she’s got the tattoos to prove it, almost consuming the skin of both arms as she tugs the cuffs up past her elbows; not down to hide them, but up, to reveal what she is.

at ava’s puzzled look she says, “it’s better, around here, to be seen as a mage rather than a woman.”

ava barely bites back on some loathsome quip, nods at her, then flinches at the sound of distant shouts.

beatrice casts a sidelong glance at her in her stained shirt, trousers cut at the knees. she's barefoot and bruised, staring like she's never seen buildings, or the sky, or a woman before.

she doesn’t even have a knife tucked into her trousers, or the slightest chance of making it through a night alone in this city.

there's a sigh trapped behind her teeth, but beatrice finds herself turning back. voice clipped, almost emotionless, “you look a little bit out of your depth.”

“no shit.”

but ava says it with a shaky laugh. she’s still more than a little preoccupied with how beatrice’s mage tattoos shift and slither in the interrupted light.

beatrice shrugs, “you know if you're interested, our surgeon needs an assistant.” her eyes travel hastily down ava’s body and then back up, “she says that small hands are helpful.”

“small hands?”

“to, ah, move around hers and to make stitches. i can’t say i really understand it, but, well-”

“magic doesn’t heal.” ava says this with bleak familiarity, like she knows the words by heart but would rather she didn’t.

she looks at her hands, tries not to think of what they can do, of the promise she made while half-asleep, to something that should not even be real.

“don’t you think that’s weird? you can do anything, but you can’t close a wound or... or fix broken bones?”

beatrice looks at her, shrugs uneasily. it’s just ink sitting under her skin, but the tattoos seem to shift and glisten wetly as she crosses her arms. “it’s not strange,” she says. “it’s the bargain we made.”

mages are oh-so-fond of trotting out that line. ava tries not to grimace at it. she is, after all, alone and penniless. she is being hunted.

“i’ve never done surgery or anything like that before,” she admits, looking down, braced for dismissal. her eyes stall on the books in beatrice’s arms. gods below i’m fucked. so fucked. i can’t even read, how am i supposed to-

“do you learn quickly?”

beatrice is looking at her calmly when ava rocks back on her heels and dares to meet her eyes. “you… what?”

“our surgeon can teach you, if you learn quickly.” beatrice pursed her lips, “if not, you could be one of the rigging boys, or… well, i’ll figure something out.”

ava stares at her, astonished. “but... why are you helping me?”

a raised eyebrow, muscles working under ink as beatrice clutches her books tightly. she looks odd and out of place in the dingy alley, with her tailored trousers and little silver buckles winking on her boots, through the dark.

“you look like you’re running from something.” ava clenches her fists at her sides, begging her abilities to stay under her skin.

beatrice seems preoccupied with her own thoughts, “someone helped me that way once, when i was… lost. you’ll meet her, i suppose. she’s my captain.”

“are you pirates?” ava blurts the question before she can stop herself, and beatrice’s gaze sharpens.

ava holds up her hands, “it’s just… two officers who are women and now your captain too. it occurred to me, is all.”

beatrice gives her a hard look, but she finds nothing in ava’s expression, beyond a measure of panic. maybe some fear, which is all for the better. "i suppose you'll find out." she's closed-off again, but not hostile.

yet, ava thinks. not yet.

“if you want, you can follow me. if not…”

beatrice frowns. already the sun is setting, dragging light back down along western shore, down into the ocean.

she turns away, starts walking, does not make a relieved sound when she hears ava start to follow. convinces herself that she doesn’t wish to make any relieved sound, at all.

one girl cannot be important, not in the scope of things.

“i’m ava, by the way.”

she speaks to the firm slope of beatrice’s shoulders. the day was too warm for a jacket, so it’s in her cabin, half-draped across the desk to hide her papers.

a half-turn, a nod of the head.

“pleasure.”

[medusas-daughter]

Lord save me from bad takes on the internet.

"Lucy Gray used Coriolanus"

Yes, and? She was a teenager thrown in a game of life and death and he was her only lifeline. She was smart, she played the game. But she never did anything to hurt him. Her only intention was to save herself, as she should.

The beauty of the story being told through Snow's pov is that we'll never actually know Lucy Gray. We only know her through how he sees her and all that he projects on her. Did she love him? Maybe. Was she really trying to seduce him or was he just infatuated with her and she went on with it because she feared he'd give up on her if she refused him? Probably. We'll never know.

I believe her feelings just started becoming real when they went back to 12 and that she genuinely intended to run away with him. But his actions weren't compatible with the kind of man she wanted to spend her life with. So she either ran from him or laid a trap for him, again the beauty is in not knowing because it's all from Snow's paranoid mind's pov.

But seeing people on tiktok laying out their "new theory" Lucy was manipulating him all along she used him just... Please, please read a book. Preferably this one, but anyone will do, please acquire some media literacy.

I'm never one to insist people read the book before analysing a movie. But when it comes to Suzanne Collins, I will gatekeep. Don't be saying things if you haven't read the books.

Because in the book, it is glaringly obvious that Lucy Gray is quite guarded and careful with Coriolanus while in the Capitol, she behaves with him the same way she does on camera or on stage, she's performing. It's her only skill and she's using it to survive. Back in 12, she becomes a person, and that's when Snow's feelings start to decline funny how that works. Away from his Capitol way of life and the promise of a stellar career and power, her quirks and her songs and her covey family suddenly became annoying instead of endearingly exotic.

Collins created a complex relationship, where one of them is very clearly the villain over all, he's one who chooses to use people over and over again and stabs people in the back. And if this villain tries to tell you that the other person is his villain, maybe take it with a grain of salt? And when the other person doesn't act like a saint in excruciating circumstances maybe look at the bigger picture?