#hg^2

[your-old-sins-tournament]

OC NAVAL WARFARE

/ -- Romantic

*-- Unlabelled/Other

+ -- QPR

& -- Familial

HG^2 (Charlie "Chuck" Beaumont/Octavian "Tavi Osborne)

Tavi is a cringe-fail loser spoiled rich kid protegy who never properly developed any social skills aside from making people swoon over them. They fell off their god-complex high-horse so hard it landed them in prison for their parents' murder. (They got better, though!) (Tavi, not the parents. The parents are still very much dead.) Chuck has extreme middle child syndrome and enough guilt to strangle the horse Tavi just fell off of (figuratively) .They were so desperate for outside validation that their old girlfriend straight-up poisoned them and they thought nothing of it. Grades and success always meant the world to them until they met Tavi and discovered that reputation wasn't everything. Sometimes being "evil" can be fun, too. Between these two they could fill a lake with their self-loathing, and then fill another with their love for eachother. They are in it together to the end, along with the children they somehow manage to pick up along the way. (These two are technically Marvel/Spiderverse OCs, though they are very separated from the Canon. My partner and I have gone kinda nuts with them over the years, and their story now includes elements/characters from: Ouran High School Host Club, The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Ace Attorney, Supernatural, Harry Potter (as a parody), and many more that I cannot recall.)

Tavi (or Octavian [They/Them]) is the child of two multi millionaire parents. Though they had quite the god complex as a child it was slightly dampened by their roommate/rival/friend Chuck when they got to college at the age of 16. Though they had many wacky adventures during their four years together, that soon came crashing down when their parents were murdered during graduation. So like any sane person they cut off all contact to anyone that they cared about and started getting a Doctorate (after they were miraculously proven innocent). From their they spiraled until they turned 28 and started working at their parents' old company were they run back into Chuck. Chuck (or Charlie [They/Them]) is the middle child of 8, being sandwiched in-between two sets of twins and one set of triplets, wants to noticed within the family. This is achieved when they manage to graduate highschool early and get a huge full-ride scholarship to MIT. They are lead to be roomed with the other 16 year old, Tavi. Through their four years of people assuming that they are dating (they would like to date the but they definitely don't feel the same [they do]) their time together was cut off when their mother had to got to the hospital where she would die a year later. Gets into a toxic relationship, or should I call it poisonous?, relationship with a girl named Gray. That relationship ends and they get a job at a big science place where they eventually reunite with Tavi. Though their relationship starts off very rocky they find bonding time after becoming villains against a common foe and starting a twitch together. Eventually they find a bigger bad and adopt the first villain together <3 (Technically they are Spiderverse/Spiderman ocs but do NOT follow canon very well. Their lore goes further down the rabbit whole but I feel like this gives a good impression of them both haha [I kinda got carried away is what I am saying])

Geheneres (Teneres/"Gehenna")

Ahem hem hem. These two hate the hell out of each other at first. Teneres starts attending this school in senior year because he’s a certified loser freak and in one of his classes he meets Gehenna. While Teneres acts like your typical cringefail cool dude tm who cannot tie his own shoe laces, Gehenna is this cold, quiet being who does not take Teneres well at all. These two fight over the smallest and pettiest things and even before they’re friends they give ex energy.

It’s also worth mentioning Teneres has the ability to control time (rewinding it, altering it, pausing it) and before this he *literally rewrote time itself* in his favor. Basically, before THIS timeline he was shunned by practically all society. He knew the date of his own death, as did the people around him, who never wanted to connect with him in fear of being heartbroken when he eventually died.

Excluding some certain things, he barely managed to escape his own predestined death, which angered the forces which put his fate in place at all. “Nuh uh”, to which Teneres went “FYM NUH UH” and rewrote time. In this timeline, everyone adored him… except for Gehenna.

Because Gehenna was the only one who knew of what he’d done.

But… there was a catch. Over time the two fought less and slowly became friends, hanging out after school was over and learning more of each other’s lives. Teneres learned Gehenna didn’t really come from a very… safe place, and often offered him to come stay at his place after school. Such acts were what warmed a previously cold, outwardly-emotionless Gehenna to him.

But it was also through these interactions that Gehenna grew concern for Teneres. He’d slowly begin acting… stranger, looking as though he hadn’t eaten in days, slept in weeks, acting more agitated and rude. This was because Teneres could feel his control slipping, his ability to keep the secret of all he’d done leaving him. Even still, Gehenna kept it. It was Teneres who confessed he’d messed with time itself, to the people like him he lived with.

And it was here Teneres practically threw himself into this manifested labyrinth of his own making, his body malforming into differing shapes and sizes and matters as the time he’d manipulated and warped essentially dragged across him like sharp nails. Thoughts of self-loathing and yet deep selfishness seeped into his mind and brought Teneres to the limit, where he took out his rage, sadness and fear on the world around him. He only wanted a world that would let him live, and he’d become the villain of his own story just to do that. But to him, it was worth it.

But not to Gehenna. You see, there was a reason he kept the secret, the secret of Teneres’s doings to time itself.

Gehenna valued Teneres’ happiness, just as Teneres valued his. He’d found a friend, a true friend, a person he’d even begun developing… stronger feelings for.

And it was him that was able to truly get to Teneres, in such a state of collapse. Gehenna told him what he did was horrible. It was cruel, unjust and selfish, so selfish. The most selfish thing one could ever do… and yet, he understood. He understood the extent to which Teneres went just to have a chance at being loved.

Gehenna didn’t want to fight. He didn’t want either of them to be hurt anymore… he just wanted them *both* to come home, and they could go back to when they were just arguing during class with each other.

(Lots of stuff I might’ve left out in regards to things (outside) their relationship but man do I have ADHD about these long haired men. Hope you enjoy my cringe…!)

[cloudy-roro]

I'm a little ashamed to admit this but back when I first watched the hunger games trilogy it never occurred to me how Big of a tragedy the victors purge truly was and I consider it one of the most horrifying and cruel things in the story

The victors stayed under snow's control ever since he became president and as he forced them to relive their trauma with how they would mentor other children who would experience the same horrors as they do and the cycle continue , he stripped them of their youth and innocence and in alot of cases their families yet still still forced them in the position of themselves as entertainment for the capitol and condemned them to feel guilty and tramatized by the children that they couldn't save and lots of them turned to self distraction because of it and in the end he killed them after years and years of them scarfing their agency and sanity and being tools for him to keep the status quo he set an example with their deaths

All the victors deserved the chance to see a Free panem and to see the demise of the person who held them at gunpoint for years. They all deserved to get to experience a life without having to worry if they will fail another child, and they all deserved to get to heal and find love and learn to forgive themselves for the children that they couldn't save and they deserved to be resured that the future generations will grow up without fear of getting their name pulled and they deserve to be able to rebuild their lives and be allowed to see if they wanted to have kids since they will no longer have to be afraid of them getting reaped

All of District 1 and 2 and 4 victors deserved to see that the lies they were taught would never be taught again for other children that kids won't spend their lives training in the hopes of participating in a death match thinking that they were becoming heroes but in reality they were pawns the capitol was willing to discard at any moment

And yet out of 65 victors only 7 survived and got to see that JUST SEVEN like I love all of them as much as the next person but it's still tragic besides the district 12 victors who became their own little found family the other victors lost people who they have known for years and who were their neighbors and friends or colleges . Annie lost finnick and mags being the most obvious example but enobaria and Johanna and beetee also lost their colleges and would be the only ones left in victors village in their districts and the people who shared their burdens were gone

It's truly tragic for everyone and I feel ashamed that it took me this long to realize that. The victors were undoubtedly the biggest victims of the capitol and lots of them never got to see justice be done it's honestly making me go crazy Suzanne is the type of writer who doesn't hold back at all

[notcryingtoday]

I love Arcane and the fandom but the only fanfictions I will ever read will totally be about Vi and Jayce being stupid together

And it better be the stupidest, dumbest, most out of characters shit I've ever read.

[wellsbering]

what if i lost the person i loved most in this world and i realized i could never get her back so i shut myself off from the world and went into suspended animation for a hundred years in the hopes that i would awaken in a time where senseless violence and bigotry are things of the past, but then i found that for all the ways humanity has progressed, the 21st century is still much the same as the 19th, and so i vow that there is nothing left for me or anyone else in this world and if i were to destroy it it would simply be a mercy killing. but then i met you. and i held the power to end the world in my hands but you looked me in the eyes and made me realize that if i were to destroy this world i would also be destroying you. you, who showed me forgiveness that i know i don't deserve, who trusted me only for me to stab you in the back, who loved me even though i know i am unloveable. and so i abandoned my plan, my scheme that i have been dreaming up for a century, because if this world was truly beyond saving and had no redeeming qualities, it wouldn't have you in it. and also we were both girls

[starberry-cupcake]

I AM doing the nona recap, I promise, I'm working on it as we speak, but a while ago someone reblogged one of my tlt recaps and put this in response

and I didn't know what murderbot was and then today I reblogged this poll and you all came in with feral commentary in my notes

and then @lady-harrowhark said she read it so...I am intrigued now, just putting that out there

[welldonebeca]

Happier Than Ever: Year 0 (2/2)

I'm starting to think I'm stuck in a dream, cause we're young and we don't know better.

Summary: Cato comes home from winning the 74th Hunger Games, and Luna has to adapt to how such a thing changes not only their once-peaceful life, but Cato himself. WC: 7.5k words. Warnings: Canon divengence - Cato wins the 74th Hunger Games. Tension. Pregnancy. Luna is autistic, and we deal with quite a bit of autistic overstimulation here. A little bit of angst because of that. Fluff. Smut. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Smut. D/s undertones. Husband/Wife kink. Pregnancy. Pregnant sex. Praising kink. Dirty talking. A little bit of degrading kink. Orgasm control/denial. Smut.

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Year 0 (Part 1)

Luna stayed there, unmoving, on the floor. She turned onto her side, curling up into a tighter ball, the plushness of the carpet keeping her comfortable.

She stayed in there for a long time before getting up and turning on the light inside, and just then realise the closet wasn’t exactly empty.

This one was enormous, easily the size of her bedroom back at her parents’ house. She stared for a moment, taking in the high ceilings, the built-in shelves, and rows upon rows of empty hangers, and it wasn’t filled all around, but there were enough clothes in there to surprise her.

At least ten dresses hung on display, delicate and impossibly feminine, all of them airy and light, as if they were meant to lift off the ground at the slightest breeze, all in pastel, soft tones.

She stepped closer, brushing her fingers along the soft fabric of one. It felt expensive, like they were for someone else much more important.

Not for her at all.

Luna peeked into the room before opening the door fully, and held her dress to her chest as she made sure it was empty, and peeked out through the curtain at the sound of people in the garden.

It was a nice garden. There were flowers in there and lights. Cato was out there, looking every bit the part of the charming victor as he spoke animatedly to the camera, his smile wide and seemingly genuine – though, if she knew him, that could be an act.

Lyme had told her about the Capitol, what it really could be like. If she was to marry Cato, she had to understand that they were the ones who dictated the terms. They wanted to craft a story, a fairytale of romance and triumph, and they had certainly been getting their wish.

And since her interview with Caesar – when Cato was one of the last tributes in the arena – they were getting it.

It had to be partially her fault, how easily she folded and gave them fuel. They wanted to make Cato interesting then, when it became clearer how he was going to win. He was not only a hero whose victory was not just a personal achievement, but part of a grand narrative. He won the games, and then he came home to collect his prize: his blushing bride.

Luna.

She watched him from behind the curtain quietly, not sure of what to even do as they kept rolling and laughing and entertaining. It felt like a lifetime until the crew finally left, and she was able to take a deep breath before slipping back into her dress.

She smoothed out the fabric nervously, and was about to leave when the door opened and Cato walked inside, completely stiff as he stepped inside.

Luna squeezed her fingers nervously, embarrassed and he huffed for a moment before clearly forcing himself to calm down.

“The closet?” he asked, his frustration barely masked. “Really?”

Luna he twisted her engagement ring.

“She was on my face,” she mumbled. “And touching me.”

“We talked about this,” Cato reminded her, his eyes strong as he stepped up to her. “You promised me you would behave well, that you could do it, and then I come home and you hide in the closet!”

She looked down at her feet, her skin burning in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” she twisted the ring more.

“Do you know how lucky we are they even let you be here?” Cato hissed, snappy. “That they let you welcome me, and all you do is cry and hide!.”

She glanced up at him.

Didn’t he understand all that she had gone through?

The horror of watching him fight with two dozen people for his life in the Hunger Games? Waking up to see him covered with blood in the TV, not knowing if it was his or someone else’s, escaping death time and time again?

“We haven’t seen each other in weeks,” she shot back. “Of course I was crying. I spent half that time scared you might not come back.”

He stopped, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of everything was pressing down on him.

“Everyone always knew I was gonna win,” Cato declared.

But he didn’t even sound like he believed in it.

And how could he? He had barely escaped the giant wolves – dogs? Beasts! - before his fight with Thresh.

She’d seen him almost fall down not once, but six times. It almost killed her!

If something had happened to him… Luna couldn’t even think off what would be of her.

“Well, I didn’t,” Luna mumbled, not looking at him as she crossed her arms tightly.

She couldn’t say it looking at his face – she knew she shouldn’t doubt him. As his wife, Luna should be his first fan and louder cheerer.

“You were expecting me to die?” he asked, a mix of hurt and disbelief in his tone.

She looked right back at him.

“I was afraid you were going to die!” she corrected him.

Cato exhaled heavily, and she turned away again just as he walked over, gently pulling her arm to uncross it.

“Well, I didn’t,” he said softly, parroting her words right back to her.

Luna looked away, but he moved his hand to her face, holding her by the chin and making her look at him.

“I’m here,” he said softly. “I didn’t die.”

She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes again as she struggled to hold them back.

He moved his fingers up to her face, and ran his thumbs over her cheeks, careful.

“I’m sorry you felt like that.” he told her. “It must have been terrifying.”

Luna swallowed down, her throat tightening.

It was. Very much so.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, and that was all it took. Luna broke down into his chest, crying and whimpering like a child. Cato cradled her gently, holding her so tightly it was like he was afraid she would slip away.

They didn’t stay in that room.

Actually, after that day, the third floor just remained empty and untouched even by the staff.

The wedding preparations were… inexistent. Between the day Cato came back and the day of the wedding, a month later, Luna visited her home twice, spending a week there each just to get everything moving.

Mum was desolated that she had to leave, and Juno even cried at saying goodbye to her the day she officially left her bedroom – even after saying so many times she would love to be able to tear down her wall and make a mega room for herself now.

The studio was given back, and she gifted her old stone-cutting machine to some other aspiring sculptor, and tried on her dress for the first time two weeks before the actual wedding.

It was… terrible.

No, not terrible.

But it was strange.

Everything of the wedding was strange, like it was made for someone else – and it was; it was made for the Capitol, from start to end.

They skipped the bread ceremony, took their traditional vows away, and made it so different it was barely a wedding for Luna and probably anyone watching it in the district.

Yes, watching it. They made a wedding special about it and filmed every little thing – from the moment she had her dress on to the moment they closed the door of the top floor bedroom for their ‘wedding night’.

Luna didn’t remember a moment of it. The whole day was a blur of following instructions. And then, the two days after were a blur of trying to recover because she was so exhausted she could barely speak and couldn’t take a single brush of a hand against her arm, much less do anything a married couple was meant to do.

“Layers and layers of translucent chiffon and organza, gracefully cascading over the other on the skirt and sleeves,” Caesar Flickerman read on his card as the camera paned on an image of Luna herself smiling shyly to the screen on the TV show. “The bodice was embroidered with silver and pearls in the motif of flowers and took eight days of nonstop work to complete, that is fantastic, look at her.”

Luna was looking. And it wasn’t her – herself. The woman on the Wedding Special rerun was a stranger, decorated with so many shining things it almost hid the dull of exhaustion in her eyes.

“You looked like doll,” Cato rubbed his hand down her thigh, his touch very gentle. "They even made you blonde."

Luna was sat on his lap, her face hidden on his neck, her nose right where he used to have a beautiful mole.

“I was,” she sighed. “Ellyn just made me into a walking mannequin.”

Her hair was still growing out that colour change.

She glanced up at the screen, and the Bride was smiling at her Groom, slipping a ring into his finger with a shy smile.

“She looked straight out of a dream,” the commentator affirmed. “What was that nickname you gave her when we were talking?”

“The Capitol’s Delight,” Caesar declared openly.

Luna recoiled in discomfort, and Cato turned to look at her.

“You want me to turn it off?” he asked softly.

Luna sighed.

They hadn’t watched the special when it first aired, and she had no intention of watching it again now.

“We’ll be seeing them together soon on the Victory Tour!” Caesar’s voice boomed before she could respond. “Do you think she’ll have that marriage glow? She’s just so adorable, the way she looks at him.”

The commentator chuckled alongside him.

“Well, she’ll certainly have something new to show off,” he added, motioning toward his stomach in a crude gesture.

Her tongue soured.

“Please,” she mumbled.

Cato didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the remote, switched the TV off, and then turned back to her, his hand gently cradling the small curve of her belly where their baby grew.

They were having a boy — a very healthy, big boy. The doctors had told her that repeatedly, though one could barely tell by looking at her. She was ten weeks away from giving birth, and her belly barely showed it. Something wasn’t translating between the size of the baby and her own body - she was tall and strong, the doctors said. It was normal, apparently.

Cato was going to leave for his Victory Tour the day after tomorrow, and when Ellyn came to show her the dress she would be wearing to accompany him when stopped at their District to his way to the Capitol, the moment she put it on, she looked no more pregnant than she had on her wedding day.

“I don’t even look like I’m carrying him,” she mumbled, frustrated.

Cato’s fingers gently drifted to the spot where their boy usually kicked, tracing light circles over her belly.

“Well, he’s right there,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “We’ve been seeing him every two weeks for months now, little Loony."

Luna chuckled, the silly nickname lifting some of the weight from her chest.

“Our little Prince,” she corrected with a teasing smile. “Cato II.”

His cheeks flushed pink, the name still embarrassing him. It had been her choice, something she’d been quietly thinking about ever since he returned;

“I still can’t believe you picked that name,” he muttered.

“You deserved it,” she whispered, reaching up to caress his jaw. “Our son deserves it too.”

Cato’s face softened at her words, but there was still that boyish nervousness, a side of him she adored to see. It meant he was still himself.

Slowly, he looked down and away from her, focusing on the baby before sighing.

“Speaking of him,” he spoke slowly. “And the tour.”

Luna focused on him again, frowning.

He would leave for the tour the day after tomorrow, and spend a day on each district.

Cato promised a lot of things. Little trinkets from every place – a lump of coal from 12, some fruit that was only ever available on 11, fish and pearls from 4… things like that. It was silly and adorable.

“I was talking to Ellyn,” he looked at her face, very serious. “And we talked about what you will be wearing when I stop at two.”

Luna exhaled.

Yes, she would be there with him at his stop at District 2. She would give him his flowers and his hero welcome.

“Yeah?”

He moved his hand a bit more, caressing her belly under the big shirt she wore for sleep.

“She told me to… tell you... to wear something for the day,” Cato spoke slowly.

Luna hardened herself, clenching her jaw. That didn’t sound good at all.

“Which would be?”

Cato swallowed down, exhaling.

“A belly,” he told her, his voice barely loud enough. “So you’ll look… bigger.”

Bigger.

More pregnant, they had probably said.

She could almost hear the Capitol’s stylist team talking — round and glowing, a perfect picture of maternal beauty. Not… this. Not her little bump that barely showed at all and looked like a bloat after lunch and not an actual baby.

She got up from his lap, not meeting his eyes as she put on her shoes again. It wasn’t like they could say anything, was it? It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command.

“Sure,” she mumbled, putting on her shoes. “Just tell her to bring it with the dress.”

Cato sighed, not moving from his spot on the couch.

"Luna," he called softly, his voice gentle, almost pleading. "Please."

But she didn’t listen to him, feeling her eyes already stinging with tears, and the lump in her throat tightened as she stepped away from him.

He hated to see her cry, they both knew that. What did falling into tears do? It didn’t help anything.

She stepped outside into the garden, the cold biting at her skin almost immediately, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she looked over the little strawberry bush the gardener had been nice enough to plan for them, boxed up in order to not infiltrate the soil.

Why couldn’t they just let her be?

She hadn’t won anything. She wasn’t a victor, she was just a random sculptor who happened to be married to one.

No other Victor’s family was expected to perform, and yet, they put all that on her.

The door to the house opened behind her, and she felt the big covers being put over her shoulders before Cato even spoke up, standing by her side.

“You know it’s not something I approve,” he murmured. “If it was for me, you’d have all the privacy you want. You wouldn’t have to show up, you wouldn’t have to wear those stupid clothes and that fucking…” he let out a long, angry breath, as if words alone couldn't express the size of his frustration.

Yeah, she knew that.

She didn’t doubt, even for a second, that if Cato had his way, she would never be subjected to the Capitol’s whims. But knowing that didn’t ease her own frustration.

If she didn’t have a choice in all this, then Cato — even with all his strength and status as a victor — had even less.

Luna’s hands tightened on the edge of the blanket, her knuckles turning white.

“They would ignore me if I was normal,” she breathed out, staring at the big fruit tree they hadn’t seen giving fruit yet.

“Normal,” Cato echoed quietly, his voice barely louder than a breath.

“Normal,” she looked at him, unable to hide the bitterness in her voice.

He had to know that.

She had heard it her whole life, how she wasn’t normal. How she was defective and would never be good enough.

"If I could perform, smile on cue, play the part like they want me to. If I didn’t hide the second someone wanted to talk to me, didn't flinch when they touched me... they would ignore me. I'd just be another wife, someone who would be blended into the background."

Cato’s jaw tensed as he looked down at her, the frustration evident in his eyes. He knew she was right. If she played along, if she gave them what they wanted—acted like the Capitol’s perfect little puppet… they wanted her because they knew she didn’t like the attention, because she wanted to blend in. They called her adorable because they knew she couldn’t help herself and it wasn’t an act!

Because she was odd.

“You wouldn’t be yourself, then,” Cato spoke suddenly, breaking the silence.

Luna turned her head slightly, confused as she met his eyes. Before she could ask, Cato leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her temple, his warm breath against her cold skin.

“If you weren’t… yourself,” he repeated, his voice more resolute this time. “The way you are now? That’s what makes you you.”

Luna blinked, trying to process his words.

“It's what’s right about you, your oddness,” he affirmed. “Normal girls are boring.”

She chuckled, feeling her heart warming up.

“I wouldn’t love you more if you were any different,” he told her. “If it helps.”

Luna smiled, breathing.

It did, a little bit.

“Let’s get inside,” he patted her shoulder. “It’s cold here, you don’t want to catch a chill.”

He led her inside, his hand warm against her back as he ushered her back to the couch where they’d been before. Cato didn’t hesitate — he pulled her back onto his lap, just like before, wrapping his strong arms around her as if shielding her from the world. Luna didn’t resist; she tucked her head into the curve of his neck, inhaling his scent that hadn’t changed since the first time she’d been close to him.

They could have touched his face, but he was still himself.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed out, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles on her thigh. He paused, as if savouring the words before speaking again. “My wife.”

The word set warmly in his chest – Cato loved repeating it into her ear, and now they didn’t need to hide that.

She shivered, feeling moving right up her skin, making her breath hitch. Cato knew exactly how sensitive she’d become lately, and he seemed to fucking adore this.

“My very beautiful wife,” his touch climbed higher, and his fingers ran over the back of her thighs, tickling her.

“Cato,” she squirmed, her voice coming out in a half-whine.

But he only hummed, feigning innocence as he leaned closer, his face hovering near hers.

“Yeah?”

His breath was warm against her cheek, as his eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint she knew all too well.

Her face burned and she cast her eyes down, but Cato simply grinned, nuzzling his nose against hers, and his hands moved higher up, grazing the sensitive spot on her inner thigh, and she parted her legs just a little, instinctively.

“What are you thinking?” he taunted her gently, brushing his fingers against the inside of her thigh from behind.

“Cato…” she took a hand up, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt

He just pouted teasingly.

Luna leaned in, closing the space between them, her lips barely an inch away from his before he pulled back.

“You have to ask,” he reminded her.

She glared at him.

He was such a tease.

“Kiss me,” she mumbled.

Her husband’s smile widened into a bit grin before he finally leaned in and closed the distance. His lips met hers, soft but insistent, and she melted into the kiss, moving her hand up and around his neck

There he was, firm and delicious – damn intoxicating. And maybe his lips felt a little bit different, but what he knew to do with them was still always perfect.

Cato moved his hand around her thigh, and she stretched one of her legs to give him space to touch her between them, but he just caressed her knee, dragging his teeth over her lower lip as he pulled back.

Well, at least he tried.

She pushed her fingers into his hair, tugging and pulling him closer again, and he met her right away again.

Cato devoured her as much as she devoured him, until her lips were aching and she was so hot that the feeling of his hand just caressing her knee was torture.

He pulled away from her lips, taking his kisses down to her jaw, and she was panting when he start giving her jaw little nibbles. And his hand hadn’t fucking moved.

“Cato,” she whined. “Your hand…”

His tongue licked up the skin of her neck, and she gasped when he dragged his teeth over her sensitive spot.

“My hand?” he cooed back.

Luna spread her legs more, giving up on being subtle.

She had barely anything on – a big old shirt of his and her panties, nothing much.

“Please,” she sighed, closing her eyes when he sucked a bruise on her skin.

He chuckled right against her neck, his hand travelling up, and she nearly cried in relief as his fingers caressed her skin, up her sensitive inner thigh and to her cotton underwear as he sucked onto her skin.

“Yes, please,” she panted.

“Right here?” he hummed, rubbing his knuckle over her seams.

She arched her hips, chasing the touch, but he took it away just as she tried to.

“Please,” Luna whined. “Husband.”

His knuckle ran over her pussy lips and pressed against her clit, and she couldn’t help her moan.

“Wife,” he whispered back.

And he pulled his hand away!

Luna reached for his wrist, completely impatient, and he laughed.

“So impatient!” he clicked his tongue.

She kicked the couch, and he pushed her hand away from his own, holding her in place.

“Behave, wife,” he taunted her.

She pouted, and his touch moved right up her torso, pushing her shirt up with it, and Luna knew too well the way he hoisted her up with an arm on her back, dragging the fabric over her belly and her chest right as his lips came to her tit.

Her breasts were so sensitive since he came back. Maybe even before, but she hadn’t paid attention.

“Cato,” she moaned.

His lips curled against her skin as his teeth dragged over her poor nipple as she squirmed, hot between her thighs.

He didn’t relent, sucking onto her, holding her in place as she writhed in his grip. By the time he changed to the other side, she was moaning wordlessly and her underwear was probably fucking soaked.

“Cato,” she reached for his arm, his grip too strong to escape.

Cato just hummed against her chest, licking up her skin and flicking her nipple before sucking her flesh into his mouth.

Luna tried to close her legs, but he was much faster, slapping her inner thigh and spreading her more as she cried at the sting, not even taking his lips away.

Fuck, he was so fucking mean. Her pussy clenched around nothing, empty as his fingers squeezed her.

“Cato,” she cried, arching her body. “Please. Please.”

His hand was free, couldn’t he just fucking touch her?

Cato let her breast go, his chin wet with saliva when he looked up at her, his eyes dangerous and predatory, and she gasped when he slapped her poor thigh again, holding her so tightly she could barely squirm.

“Ask nicely,” he commented.

She whined, spreading her legs as far as they would go, trying to thrust her hips and make his hand move higher.

“Please,” she begged. “Cato, please.”

Didn’t he know what she wanted?! What she needed?

He raised his hand, and instead of slapping her thigh, he smacked her right between her legs, practically over her clit, and she cried out and jumped in surprise.

It was maybe the third time he did that, and fuck it if it didn’t make her brain melt.

“With words,” Cato corrected her. “Not trying to shove that needy pussy on my hand.”

Her whole face burned in embarrassment as she panted, trying to hide her face in his neck, but he didn’t let her, resting his forehead on top of hers, looking into her eyes.

“Go on,” Cato nearly purred. “Be a good wife.”

She could feel herself getting wetter at that

“Please,” she closed her eyes, her voice as soft as it could be. “Touch me.”

He didn’t relent, rubbing his nose on hers.

“Where?” his fingers caressed her inner thighs. “Where do you want it?”

God.

“My pussy,” she whimpered. “Please, Cato.”

He moved his hand up slowly, his knuckle caressing her up and down.

“Like this?” Cato asked, all sweet.

Oh, she wanted to fucking cry.

“Please,” Luna whined. “You know it!”

He kissed just her chin sweetly.

“I do?” her husband asked, practically fucking cooing at her, like she was a puppy. “I know what you want?”

She felt her eyes all wet, filling up with tears.

“Yes,” she practically whispered.

“You want me to touch your pussy?” he pressed his knuckle on her clit.

Luna whimpered.

“Inside me,” she pleaded, panting whining.

He hummed along, not stopping his slow caresses.

“And what do you want inside you?” he circled her clit mindlessly.

She couldn’t even speak, thrusting her hips forward for more pressure, but he took his hand away.

“No, darling, use your words,” Cato insisted. “I can’t read your mind yet.”

Luna grabbed his wrist, clenching her hand around it.

“Take it off,” she whispered. “Please?”

He licked her lip and moved slowly, hooking his finger on the gusset of her panties and chuckling.

“Oh, my wife,” he purred. “Look at that.”

She wanted to hide even more as he pulled her panties down her thighs and legs, obediently letting him strip her.

Cato moved his head away from her, and she opened her eyes just in time to see him moving the fabric in his hand.

“Look at this,” he smirked, showing it to her. “I buy you all that pretty fancy underwear and what do you do with it? You soak it up.”

He clicked his tongue and Luna’s neck burned along with her face in her embarrassed flush. The gusset was shining completely, she couldn’t even look. But she did, and Cato didn’t even think before sticking out his tongue and licking up her wetness from the fabric, and she whimpered, even emptier now.

“Poor wife,” he looked at her face. “So wet you’ve ruined the pretty panties.”

Luna panted, trying not to pout more, and gasped when Cato moved his hand between her legs, caressing her wet lips with two fingers, and she felt her eyes moisten as small tears slipped down her face.

“My poor darling,” he mocked her, circling her entrance with the pad of his finger, and she moaned softly, unable to keep her sounds down. “I know better, don’t I?”

She panted, unable to tear her eyes from his.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Cato.”

His thumb gave her clit a wide circle.

“Don’t I?” he insisted.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, Cato, yes.”

He pushed two fingers into her slowly, rubbing against the sensitive entrance of her cunt, and she practically sobbed in response as he curled them against her sweet spot.

Luna couldn’t help how loud her moan was, and he fucking mocked her by opening his mouth the way she did as she moaned.

“Like that?” he purred. “You like that, wife?”

She couldn’t even answer him, his fingers taking her whole mind, and he grinned when she only nodded.

“So pretty,” Cato licked his lips, his eyes moving right down her body.

The praise climbed up her spine and made her brain tingle.

“Why don’t you take that off, my pretty girl?” he told her. “So I see all of you while I give you what you need?”

She barely thought before tugging on her shirt, and though it was a bit of a struggle, she took it off and tossed it away, earning a very intense look from him.

It would never tire her, the way Cato looked at her like she was the hottest woman he had ever set his eyes on.

He moved his fingers slowly, keeping his eyes right on her as he moved his lips down to her chest again, kissing her raw nipple again before taking it in his mouth again, sucking and biting, making her brain go haywire with the double stimulation. Her eyes outrightly rolled back when he pressed his palm against her clit, and she couldn’t help the big moan that came out of her lips.

It was fucking heaven.

He played her like her body was an instrument, too well-versed in it to keep her wanting at all, and soon Luna was a squirming mess.

“You hear that?” he asked, his fingers moving fast, and it took her mind a minute to process what he was trying to make her listen to.

Squelching?

Wet-

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

Herself.

She squirmed, unable to keep her walls from clenching around him as she tried to hide her face into his neck. But he was faster, pushing his fingers into her hair and holding her right in place.

“What a good wife I have, don’t you think?” Cato praised as the knot in her belly tightened. “Taking my fingers so well in her needy cunt, like a good, good, good wife.”

Each time he repeated good she clenched more.

His eyes were right on hers, the beautiful blue almost gone in a pool of darkness, and she struggled to keep her own eyes open.

“No, no,” he pressed the heels of his hand against her clit when they fell closed. “Look at me.”

Her whole body roared in response.

“Cato,” she grabbed his shirt.

Please, she was so fucking close.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded. “I wanna see.”

Luna squirmed more, her vision blurring with the tears.

“Please,” she stuttered. “Cato, please.”

She inhaled deeply, nearly dizzy as he kept moving, fucking her in and out, rubbing her everywhere.

“You want to cum on my fingers?” he asked, his voice too soft against her moans, too controlled when her mind was all his and not hers at all. “Is that why you’re squeezing me so sweetly?”

Luna nodded, panting, desperately clinging to him.

“Yes, Cato, please.”

He moved faster, keeping his eyes right on her, and Luna’s whole body just gave in to him, melting as she was pushed closer and closer and closer to the edge, and she could practically felt her foot sleeping over it before he fucking pulled away.

She cried out at the loss of his fingers, her whole body shaking with the unfulfilled pleasure, and he laughed cruelly at her reaction.

Cato moved like a blink of an eye, so fast that her melted mind couldn’t notice. All she knew was that he was holding her wrists together, her hips were pinned down and her back was against his chest.

“Cato!” she cried out, trying to free her own hands as hips thrusting against nothing. “Please!”

His cock twitched against her ass, already hard in his sleeping pants.

“Please, what, my darling?” he spoke against her ear. “You had asked me to touch you, I did. I gave your pretty pussy my fingers, I touched your pretty clit and sucked you pretty tits… what else could you want?”

Her voice was broken and raw when she found it.

“I want to cum,” she pleaded, her head falling on his shoulder. “Please.”

He laughed, completely amused by her suffering.

“Oh, my poor wife,” Cato lamented. “You want to cum? You do?”

Luna pressed her ass against him, trying to at least get him to break.

“Please, please,” she pleaded. “Cato.”

He raised her hands, moving them all the way to behind his neck.

“Keep them right there,” he commanded, kissing her cheek.

Luna squirmed. God, please, she couldn’t take more teasing.

“It is a craving, my little wife?” he caressed her torso, running his hand over her belly before going up to her tits, squeezing both. “Are you craving cock?”

He pinched her nipples, tugging on them.

“Am I keeping a poor,” he spoke slowly, twisting them. “Sweet, needy, pregnant woman from her biggest craving?”

She tried to move her hips more, but he just moved a hand down, holding her in place.

“My darling, poor you,” he mocked her.

His fingers came right between her legs again, caressing her faintly.

“I mean, you are making a big, big mess,” he noted. “Got my pants all messed up already, my darling.”

She pushed her fingers into his hair to stop herself from moving her own hands.

“What are you going to say to the cleaner?” Cato asked mockingly. “That my wife is ruining her underwear and my clothes because she can’t stop craving cock?”

Her whole face burned, and he exhaled longingly.

“Well, I can’t deny a craving,” Cato sighed, dramatic. “I did promise you that, right? Can you imagine if the baby came out looking like… well. Me.”

Well, Luna didn’t have time to laugh or think about if the old midwife joke was funny or not, he was already moving her.

The couch stretched under her body as he lied her down on it, expanding to at least a small bed – the size of the bed they first had in her little studio.

Cato slipped to her side, turning her to her side and slipping right behind her, moving his lips right to her neck.

“Say please again, darling?” he kissed her earlobe. “Please, husband, fuck me with your cock?”

She closed her eyes, melting as his hand came came around her side, squeezing her breast.

“Please, husband,” Luna moaned. “Fuck me with your cock?”

He let out an amused chuckle behind her, so soft she only knew it because she felt it.

“So obedient,” he praised her, squeezing her neck, pinching her nipple, tugging and twisting it for effect, making her moan in reaction.

“Cato,” she panted.

“Shh,” he kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, my darling, you were so good, weren’t you? Waited for me so well…”

He moved his free hand down, and Luna’s eyes fell closed as she felt his cock brushing against her wet lips, and Cato teased her with the tip, up to her clit and down to her entrance before going up again.

“Please,” she whined, reaching for his arm. “Please, no more teasing.”

She couldn’t take it. Please.

“My poor sweet wife,” Cato kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, it’s okay...”

The tip of his cock finally – finally, God, fuck – breached her.

He pushed inside so patiently it burned her up, and the sound that left her lips was a raw moan – desperate really, but she couldn’t control it.

Cato moaned into her neck right before taking his hand up again, pressing her whole body against his.

“Like, this, darling?” he moved his hips slowly, fucking her ever so gently.

Luna’s eyes practically rolled back.

“Cato,” she pleaded.

But he just adjusted her to make it easy to touch both her breasts, and Luna gasped out when he simply moved back to playing with her nipples, running his short nails over the tips and making her mad with pleasure and frustration.

“Love how sensitive these have become,” he bit her earlobe. “Could spend a whole da playing with them, making my sweet wife so needy.”

Luna clenched around him, moving her hips, trying to thrust them back to his.

“Please,” she cried, breathless, trying to grab his hand and push down between her legs. “Cato, please.”

His grip was soft enough she could drag his hand down her torso and to her pussy, and Cato chuckled into her neck, slapping her thigh.

“Please, please, please,” he mocked her. “Don’t I have my cock inside you, wife?”

She whined, trying to move his hand again, but he didn’t budge, pushing his cock all the way in slowly and pulling out just as gently.

“I was so excited, thinking all about the ways I can touch you and make you feel good,” Cato taunted her. “How I would spend my day worshipping your tits, making you cum just from them...”

Luna felt herself squeezing him just from the thought of it.

“But you are so impatient,” he slapped her other thigh. “So demanding…”

He moved the hand he had on her breast up, wrapping it around her neck, and she felt her whole body twitching.

It was how he did it, how he teased her when they were like that.

A hand on her neck and another on her clit. He never squeezed or hurt her – it was about power.

“What do you want?”

Well, he knew what she wanted. He always knew.

And he never gave in.

“I want to cum,” she pleaded again. “Cato, please.”

It wasn’t fair.

He turned her head to make her look at him, and Luna practically melted when their eyes met.

“Of course,” Cato gave her lips a little peck. “How can I ever deny you?”

And then he did it all at once.

His hips picked up pace as his finger came right to her clit, and she practically screamed in reaction to him, fighting to keep her eyes on his as he gave in to her pleas.

“Like this, wife?” he practically growled.

The muscles of her torso tightened in reaction.

“Yes, Cato, yes.”

She fucking ascended into the high of space.

Luna still remembered when they were starting, when he was a bit too big and she was a bit too nervous, but how eager he was for this – for what they had now.

“Always takes me so fucking well,” he rubbed her clit in tight circles. “Always so good for my cock, aren’t you? It’s why you’re giving me a baby.”

Her eyes nearly crossed, the pleasure pumping in her blood.

“My sweet darling, my sweet wife,” Cato moaned into her sin. “Drenched every single time I get inside her, so easy to arouse… just a couple of kisses and firm touches, right baby? Almost like you want me to put another baby inside you already.”

Luna moaned out, the thought making her drift even more.

Another baby, yes. He could give her as many babies as he wanted.

“Let’s make you cum first,” Cato rubbed his nose on hers. “Get that sweet cunt to milk me.”

Her toes curled against the soft fabric of the couch, and his finger didn’t stop, smart and trained on her body, and she shook under him.

“Cato,” she pleaded, feeling the knot in her belly so tight it was all she could feel.

“Go on, darling, cum on my cock.”

Maybe she said his name – maybe she just said something that didn’t make any sense in English. Luna just became a mess, her cries flowing out in pants as she rolled her hips, desperate, floating.

“There you go, there you fucking go,” Cato slammed his cock into her, hips hitting her ass so hard and fast the sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the room.

And Cato didn’t stop.

Not with his hips, not with his fingers, and he took his hand from her neck to play with her nipples again, teasing and twisting and taunting her beyond her mind’s power of processing.

He was everywhere and everything at once.

It overwhelmed her in the first few times – how big and good it felt when he focused on her, so eager.

And it overwhelmed her in a completely different way now.

Luna could barely do more than breathe and moan, limp, being thoroughly fucked and used by him.

“Please,” she panted. “Please, it’s too much.”

Cato’s fingers twisted her poor nipple, and she yelped in shock.

“I can’t-”

“Again,” he commanded, the circles on her clit tight and fast. “You’re gonna cum again.”

Her eyes filled with tears and she couldn’t help the way her whole body sobbed as he pused her further and further, completely out of control.

“Ca- ah,” she cried.

He slammed himself into her hard and tight.

“Cum on my cock again.”

Luna did so, her throat dry and her cheeks wet when she did, and Cato squeezed her breast so tightly it was bound to leave a bruise.

She was still riding her high when he pushed her and spread her legs wide open, slamming his cock into her as his hand held her hips in a bruising hold, hurting her deliciously.

His face came to her neck and he sunk his teeth tight into her skin, moaning right into it as he filled her to the god damn brim.

He kept fucking her, slowly down little by little, into they were just wrapped around one another quiet, panting, and she rested against his chest when Cato leaned in and kissed her tear stained cheeks, probably tasting them.

“I love you,” he whispered, nuzzling her skin. “I love you.”

She rested her headon his shoulder, panting and sniffing as Cato rubbed and kissed her skin, and she squeezed his shoulders when he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up to go to bed.

They had taken the biggest bedroom on the second floor, right beside his office and across a nice bathroom.

It was better than the top floor room – much closer to everything in the house, less isolated and with way less empty space.

When the baby was born, they were going to keep his crib by their bed, and there was a room nearby when little Cato was old enough to stay in his own bed.

Luna was half-sure they'd spend years with their little Prince between them in the bed anyway, even after he was weaned out.

Caro held her for a long time before leaving her, and Luna exhaled as she rested on the cool mattress, feeling the sweat drying on her skin, and opened her eyes when he came back into the room.

Oh, he was a vision. Tall and strong, chiseled like he was sculpted by hand on every little inch of his body.

She tried to keep it off her mind that in some ways, he was.

"Open up," he spoke softly, coming to her.

Luna spread her legs, and winced in surprise when he cleaned her skin with a soft warm cloth - she was still sensitive!

"So sensitive..." he spoke softly, running it over her thighs. "My enduring mystery of a woman..."

She chuckled, but kept herself in place, and he kissed her ankle before stepping away.

Luna spread herself on the bed for a moment, relaxing on the cool, soft sheets.

They had good sheets.

He came back and slipped into bed by her side, settling a little lower, resting his head right by her belly before cradling it in his big hand.

Luna looked down at him, and his eyes distant as he ran his fingers over her side.

"Is he awake?"

She chuckled. Oh, God, she hoped not!

Their baby was a little bit of a night owl. He usually woke up around eleven at night and made sure she knew he was unsatisfied that the night was for sleeping.

“No,” she reached down, petting his hair. “But I’m sure he’ll be awake soon.”

Cato didn’t say anything, only brushing his lips against her skin.

“Do you think he’ll like me?” he asked suddenly, raising his eyes to meet hers.

Luna’s shoulders fell in surprise, and she felt herself softening as she petted his hair.

“Of course he will!” she affirmed.

But Cato shook his head, looking away from her.

“I hate my dad’s guts,” he reminded her. “It might be a family curse.”

She moved her hand down to his cheek, caressing his skin, but he refused to meet her gaze.

“Your father deserves to have his guts hated,” she reminded him.

Luna knew enough about Mr Hadley, and she was very glad that even when he returned from his tenure as a Peacekeeper, he would be far away from them.

He would never meet their baby, and he wouldn’t ever insert his bitterness into their little family.

Cato kissed her belly slowly, as if he was doing it to their baby.

Luna ran her fingers up to his hair again, breathing out slowly.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

She knew that face of his.

But Cato didn’t answer for a long time.

“The nightmare,” he mumbled.

Luna swallowed down, closing her eyes.

He had many nightmares since the games.

The Trackerjackers, the explosion of the mines, the death of Clove, the mutants, the fight with Thresh…

But that wasn’t what was he was speaking of. It was an old nightmare, not from the games.

“His hands,” he hissed, eyes completely unfocused as his face curled in anger and he too his own hands to his neck. “Squeezing her as she fought him, like she was some enemy. Not his wife!”

Cato almost spat the word, and Luna was quick to move down, pulling him up, holding his face in her hands.

She caressed his cheeks as he grimaced, never one to cry, but she just knew him. She knew it hurt.

Luna kissed his skin, all over his face – every bit she would reach.

“You’re not him,” she affirmed, emphatic. “You’ll never be him.”

Next chapter: YEAR 3 (Part 1)

[prodigaldaughteralice]

Only just noticed the bedroll to the right of this image from the Hades II asset pack…

you know what this means

Melinoë also doesn’t have a bedroom door

someone get these sibs some privacy jfc 😂

[mercury-hg-80]

they plague my mind like the infectious disease they are, they deserve nothing but a happy ending

[garr9988]

Idk if anyone else noticed this (they probably have), but I wonder if they retconned/changed the prop for HG's locket to purposefully call back to the red-eyed Medusa head from "Buried"/Warehouse 2 because it holds HG's happiest place, the memory of her daughter.

[your-old-sins-tournament]

OC NAVAL WARFARE

/ -- Romantic

*-- Unlabelled/Other

+ -- QPR

& -- Familial

HG^2 (Charlie "Chuck" Beaumont/Octavian "Tavi Osborne)

Tavi is a cringe-fail loser spoiled rich kid protegy who never properly developed any social skills aside from making people swoon over them. They fell off their god-complex high-horse so hard it landed them in prison for their parents' murder. (They got better, though!) (Tavi, not the parents. The parents are still very much dead.) Chuck has extreme middle child syndrome and enough guilt to strangle the horse Tavi just fell off of (figuratively) .They were so desperate for outside validation that their old girlfriend straight-up poisoned them and they thought nothing of it. Grades and success always meant the world to them until they met Tavi and discovered that reputation wasn't everything. Sometimes being "evil" can be fun, too. Between these two they could fill a lake with their self-loathing, and then fill another with their love for eachother. They are in it together to the end, along with the children they somehow manage to pick up along the way. (These two are technically Marvel/Spiderverse OCs, though they are very separated from the Canon. My partner and I have gone kinda nuts with them over the years, and their story now includes elements/characters from: Ouran High School Host Club, The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Ace Attorney, Supernatural, Harry Potter (as a parody), and many more that I cannot recall.)

Tavi (or Octavian [They/Them]) is the child of two multi millionaire parents. Though they had quite the god complex as a child it was slightly dampened by their roommate/rival/friend Chuck when they got to college at the age of 16. Though they had many wacky adventures during their four years together, that soon came crashing down when their parents were murdered during graduation. So like any sane person they cut off all contact to anyone that they cared about and started getting a Doctorate (after they were miraculously proven innocent). From their they spiraled until they turned 28 and started working at their parents' old company were they run back into Chuck. Chuck (or Charlie [They/Them]) is the middle child of 8, being sandwiched in-between two sets of twins and one set of triplets, wants to noticed within the family. This is achieved when they manage to graduate highschool early and get a huge full-ride scholarship to MIT. They are lead to be roomed with the other 16 year old, Tavi. Through their four years of people assuming that they are dating (they would like to date the but they definitely don't feel the same [they do]) their time together was cut off when their mother had to got to the hospital where she would die a year later. Gets into a toxic relationship, or should I call it poisonous?, relationship with a girl named Gray. That relationship ends and they get a job at a big science place where they eventually reunite with Tavi. Though their relationship starts off very rocky they find bonding time after becoming villains against a common foe and starting a twitch together. Eventually they find a bigger bad and adopt the first villain together <3 (Technically they are Spiderverse/Spiderman ocs but do NOT follow canon very well. Their lore goes further down the rabbit whole but I feel like this gives a good impression of them both haha [I kinda got carried away is what I am saying])

LuNal-Maisther (LuNal and Maisther)

LuNal (Luca/Nalis)

Luca (he/him) and Nalis (she/they) are two street kids, at 14 they’re the oldest of their group and take care of the others. Luca is a panromantic boy who crossdresses, Nalis is a genderfluid (fem to enby, rarely masc) genderqueer kid who’s usually something like a girl. Luca is a big bombastic personality, always there to make sure everyone is okay and come up with a plan of action; he’s also desperately in love with Nalis. Nalis calm, cool, and collected, keeps to herself, and hates relying on others but is smart, competent, and helpful herself. She makes a game of spurning with a deadpan attitude, but she’s just as attached to him as he is to her. They’re a power couple crossed with a vaudeville comedy duo. To Nalis, Luca is someone who won’t abandon her and says that maybe it’s okay to let her guard down a bit, that she won’t be burned if she does. To Luca, Nalis is an equal, someone he doesn’t have to take care of, and the funniest person in the world; no one else sees it! But her dry sarcasm sends him into a fit everytime.

Maisther (Esther/Maidy)

it’s a very simple ship I made up as a plot device for my novel but I fell in love with it. Two girls who are so so autistic in different ways and also are best friends are growing apart (projection time baby!) and go from besties-worsties-lovers essentially. Blah blah blah they forge a new bond through their struggling relationship .. I’m sure you’ve heard it before but these two freaks mean a lot to me and I’d be grateful if you could vote for them 👍

[cloudy-roro]

The careers of the 75th hunger games are criminally underated

Because you have cashmere and gloss smiling through the pain and trying to keep their sibling safe

Meanwhile Brutus and enobaria are screaming bloody murder and channeling their inner fighters

Like I can't get out of my head the image of gloss and cashmere looking after each other meanwhile Brutus and enobaria are like: stop babying each other you peacocks we have kills to make move it or lose it Blondies)

Also Brutus was definitely the leader of the pack and he must be like this overly harsh coach

The more that I think about the dynamics between district 1 with the other two career districts the more it feels like they won't get along that well district 2 is more likely to get along with district 4 Then they are with 1 . There is so much cultural difference between these districts it made me start to think that being a career has a different meaning for each of these 3 districts

[jackal00ps]

The HG Char’s Zaku was a great kit!! Super poseable!!

[thatmultifandomchick]

No greater hell than having your favorite book be public domain but most of the adaptations suck ass

[privet-sosed]

×

[districtfourmermaid]

It's the Nut!

I understand Gale's rage. I know it. I know that when Gale says they could block even the train tunnel, he's getting carried away, thinking only of what the Capitol did to District 12. What these people working in the Nut facilitated. Katniss knows it, too.

"'We watched children burn to death, and there was nothing we could do!' I have to close my eyes a minute, as the image rips through me. It has the desired effect. I want everyone in that mountain dead."

Katniss pulls back for a moment, because she's also from 12, and she likens the Nut to a coal mine. But who knows better than Gale what that would feel like? His dad died in the mines just like hers. She could barely stomach the annual field trip down there and hates the thought of him working there. But he worked there. He knows exactly what the avalanche would inflict on the people. He knows very well how it will feel. And he says that if he were a spy in the Nut, he'd say "bring on the avalanches," because he's committed to the cause and knows the rebels will never win without taking the Nut and District 2. Katniss would do it, too, be willing to die for the rebels if she were in the Nut. There are only a "handful" of spies, after all.

Boggs, of course, is steadier and suggests leaving the train tunnel open for surrenders. Gale is usually very reasonable, so this moment is odd for him. Who doesn't say things worse than they mean in fits of rage? After what he saw in 12, saving all those people and it still not being nearly enough, he's not out of line. But he may be slightly blinded by that rage. Once he calms down somewhat, even he sees that leaving the tunnel is right. He's just cautious, saying they should be armed, because those "surrendering" surely will be. And he's right about that, too (Katniss's spleen might want to weigh in).

At the end of the day, though, the Nut is a military base. It's the key to 2, which is the last stop before the Capitol. People are dying across Panem every day. The Capitol wants a ceasefire? No! The fire will cease when the people are free!And for that to happen, the Nut must be cracked. I do not have sympathy for the workers in the Nut who are not rebel spies. Those from either 2 or the Capitol who are genuinely fighting to keep the Capitol in power. They chose their side.

When talking with Beetee, Gale said they're using the same rulebook Snow used when hijacking Peeta. That would be the same one used when 12 or the hospital in 8 were bombed. But then, he's not. This is no where near as bad as what the Capitol has done. District 12 hadn't even officially rebelled yet. They never got the chance. The Capitol bombed a whole District of poor, malnourished, overworked, heavily policed regular people and followed up their bombing of 8 with hitting their hospital. I will never understand why people look down on Gale for suggesting violence may be required against a military base that launches hovercraft to go bomb more Districts.

After the bombing of the hospital on District 8: "I remember all those years in the woods, listening to Gale rant against the Capitol. Me, not paying close attention. Wondering why he even bothered to dissect its motives. Why thinking like our enemy would ever matter. Clearly, it would have mattered today. When Gale questioned the existence of the hospital, he was not thinking of disease, but this. Because he never underestimates the cruelty of those we face."

Katniss and everyone else needs to remember this. The Capitol's cruelty and the lengths to which Snow is willing to go to retain power know no bounds. There can be no progress without taking action, and holding back because you don't want to be too mean to an enemy who thinks of you as lower than dirt does not work.

[kayenti-vn]

Oh, my god.

I didn't see much of a romantic appeal with Ray playing the earlier routes.

But, holy shit, he's tugging on my heartstrings. I'm like Stockholmed into this pathetic wet cat...