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Protector

Octavian x Reader

Genre: Fluff, hurt comfort quite literally.

I think lots of people gloss over the fact that the camp Jupiter mark is not just a tattoo it’s quite literally branded on the kids. In one of the books, Apollo even mentions how ruthless the Romans are compared to the Greeks for honor and to seem strong. So here is young Octavian and his best friend who just got to the camp and what that would be like!

At camp Jupiter, kids were branded with the mark of their godly parent or ancestor. Below that a line to represent how many years they had been there.

Before you knew that, you liked to trace Octavian’s mark, a lyre, the mark of Apollo, with a single line under it.

To you it was pretty. You found it to be soothing, though he winced if you pressed too hard. He had gotten it about a month before you got there, and it didn’t hurt anymore as it had healed, but it was more out of habit.

Octavian told you that you would also get yours soon. It just seemed that it took a bit longer than usual.

The day you were brought in, an older kid went before you. You squeezed your white bunny plush in one arm and squeezed Octavian’s hand in your own.

You were nervous. They had told you to leave your dogs back. No one told you why, but you did as they said you could bring Octavian in their place.

However as you stand outside, you realize why. The kid before you screamed in pain. You jumped back and hid behind Octavian.

“Nonono, ‘Tavi don’t let them hurt me please I don’t wanna-“ you whispered to the blond boy, clutching his shirt and his hand.

“You’ve gotta… it’s okay… I-i know… Nex and Maledicta aren’t here… but I am, and I won’t leave you…” he tried to comfort you, knowing how much you relied on your dogs for comfort and protection. He swore to himself he would be that for you right now.

You went in and the other kid left. The person who was doing these marks was an older camper… daughter of Mercury. You sat down and squeezed Octavians hand.

There was no warning when she started, just the sharp blistering burn. Tears came to your eyes and a sharp scream echoed through the temple.

It felt like your nerves were being tugged at one by one, plucked like a cruel guitar, sharp claws of searing, burning pain scratching deep into you.

You tried your hardest to stay still and not scream again, but you couldn’t. You squirmed and cries left your mouth.

Octavian gripped your hand, felling helpless to stop your pain. After all, he had been in this spot a few months prior. Except all alone.

“Oh my gods stop being such a baby. What? Can’t even handle a little pain, huh? Just like your mother- you can cause trouble and pain but can’t take it?” She scoffs, laughing at your tears.

Octavian was pissed. How could someone be so cruel to you?

“Shut up!” Octavian shouted. “She’s stronger than you’ll ever be and she’s more than her parentage and you know it!”

His voice cracked from the emotion, but the daughter or Mercury simply laughed and continued.

You cried and sniffled, pulling Octavian closer.

It felt like a part of your own soul was being burned out in place for the binding mark.

Was the honor even worth it?

Everything you had done to get here, was any of it worth it?

The pain was so great it had you feeling inadequate of being here at Camp Jupiter.

“It’s almost over, Y/N. You’re doing so well. I’m right here. Just keep breathing, okay? Nex and Maledicta would be proud of you. They’d be here growling at this idiot if they could, but you’re strong even without them, even if it doesn’t feel like it.” He whispered, desperately trying to comfort you.

He felt so… useless as he held your hand. All he could do was talk and hold you.

After it was done, you stood up shakily. Your arm felt hot, and you were dizzy. He helped you stand up, glaring at everyone in the room who watched and laughed at your misery and agony.

The older girl looked at the mark, the blistering lines and agitated skin around it.

“I hope it hurt,” she smiled the biggest sweetest smile.

“I-I’m so-sorry,” you sniffle, apologizing to the blond as he took you into his arms, hiding your face into his chest as he helped you out.

“It’s okay… it’s okay… if Nex and Maledicta were here they’d be growling and snapping at anyone who dared to hurt you, I know… but for now I’m here a-and I’ll do my best to help a-and protect you… no one will ever hurt you again I promise you,” he whispered.

This moment of weakness and vulnerability from you made him grow a bubbling pit of hatred for everyone who hurt you and laughed.

Later you were both sitting under a tree, Nex and Maledicta both lying in front of you at your feet.

You lay your head on Octavian’s shoulder. He had wrapped your mark putting an ice pack on top of it.

“I promise you… no one will ever hurt you again… I won’t let them…” he whispered, squeezing you tightly.

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Lonely Boy

Octavian x reader

Warnings: None

A bit angsty, mostly fluff

This is the first story I’m posting as the new owner of this account, and I love this character so much, soooo

Here you go!

When you arrived at Camp Jupiter around 7 years ago, the same day as Octavian, you weren’t exactly... expecting much. The boy was isolated from most, not well liked even from the first day he was there. Octavian came off as rude and arrogant… and he was.

“Hi… my name is Y/N L/N…. It’s nice to meet you,” you whispered to him, holding a cute little white bunny plushie.

“Hello. I’m-“

“Octavian, Y/N. Pleasure to meet you both. Welcome to Camp Jupiter.”

You were shy, and hid behind the boy you had just met.

“Don’t hide behind me-“ he hissed, trying to move away.

“Please don’t make me…” you whispered, a hint of tearyness to your tone.

The boy stopped. He had never really interacted with others his age as he had been trained almost his whole life by his parents putting pressure on him. He had just been in the Wolf House and survived Lupa’s training, and to see you hiding pissed him off a bit. At the same time, he felt bad.

Against his better judgment he let you hide behind him, stepping in front of you as you clutched onto his shirt.

“We can be friends…?” You asked quietly.

He was shocked.

“Um… I-… I… I’m not…” he stammered, as you walked around the camp. “…Okay.”

He quickly rose the ranks, much like you did… Or at least, much like you wished you had. You were in the first cohort, just like him. No matter how much you tried, he would never reciprocate your kindness in full. Yet he listened, and he was a lot kinder to you than he was to others. There was something that royally pissed you off about the boy... But there was something so painfully sad about him. You understood.

As a daughter of Discordia, you often got a bad reputation. People tolerated you. Sure, you were nice and kind to everyone, but that didn’t matter…

One slip of the tongue was enough to make people hate you for a week, no matter how hard you tried.

So you tried to be soft spoken, gentle, and kind. Patient with all of the campers especially the new ones and the little ones. It didn’t matter. Because to them, you were just a ticking time bomb.

"Y/N, you are now in charge of whatever the hell Octavian is getting himself into," Reyna said, shooting you a look as you two walked through the camp.

You sighed, "Why me? I do not have a high position… I suppose I am in the senate, but I can’t even call myself a centurion or preator so why me?"

She shrugged, "He listens to you. I don't know why."

This was true. With a sigh, you make a stop at your cohort before making the long trek to the temple where the young augur stood in front of his altar, with a teddy bear in hand.

"Octavian. Put the teddy down," You commanded.

The blonde scoffed at your intrusion.

"Why are you here?" he asks rudely, putting the ceremonial dagger down with a harsh slam on the altar.

He truly was just a petulant child… but he was your petulant child and possibly only true friend.

"Reyna officially made me 'one in charge of your bullshit.’ So put it down,” you said again.

A younger camper comes in, sniffling and crying. Their teddy had gone missing and they saw you come in here. You look at the pile of stuffed animals at the blonde boy’s feet. The younger camper cowered behind you, terrified of Octavian. Walking closer, you pick the stuffed toys up and forcefully take the one in Octavian’s hand.

“If you’re gonna keep doing this stop doing it to the kids’ stuffies. Here,” You said, roughly handing him a pristine white stuffed bunny. He stared at it as you walked out, arms full of stuffies.

He stared down at the stuffy. It was yours. The same one you clutched onto the first day at camp, the day he met you. One of your favorites. You made your bed every morning and always set up your stuffed animals on it. He never touched them. They were right there, but he never touched them. For some reason, he felt bad holding such an important item of yours even though he had never cared about anyone else’s.

Octavian scoffed. Of course, you were put in charge of him. Who else? He walked out of the temple and saw as you set the stuffies on a blanket, sitting, taking a needle, and thread out of a pocket in your skirt. He watched as kids sat around you, watching you sew. Your voice carried with the wind and he sighed, leaning against a pillar. A story. You were telling them a story.

Why were you so kind? Everyone acted like you were going to snap at the smallest of things, you never did, but you always stay with a smile on your face being good to everyone.

He walked down closer to hear your voice more clearly. Whatever story you were telling, the kids did not want to hear it.

“Tell us about the lonely boy!” one shouted.

A chorus of agreement was heard.

He watched as you laughed, nodding, never looking up from your stitching. You held each stuffed animal with such care.

“The lonely boy hm…? Well… Let me tell you all of when he met… the magical girl…” you smiled.

“Magic like you?” A little boy asked, holding onto a stuffed dinosaur with its arms detached.

You nod, “Like me… ready?”

The group of children nods.

“Once upon a time, in a realm where gods and mortals intertwined, much like this one, there lived a lonely boy. He was strong and brave, but deep in his heart, he felt a void, a yearning for something more.”

The kids leaned against each other and looked with such interest at you as you began to tell the story.

“The lonely boy spent his days training, mastering the arts of combat and strategy, much like many heroes we hear about. But unlike the other heroes, he was not well-liked. He was outcasted, feared, and hated by others. He was bitter, and mean on occasion… even children ran from him-“

“Like Octavian!” A boy shouted.

The group laughed, and a part of you felt bad.

“Come now… be nice…. Where was I…? Ah, yes. Despite his strength, he felt a deep loneliness and just wanted to be liked by someone.”

Octavian scowled at the group laughing at him. He would never tell anyone that it hurt. He would never say that it hurt to be laughed at, to be seen as a joke. He knew how everyone looked at him. How everyone felt about him. He held the stuffed bunny you had given him tightly, still hidden as he watched.

“One day, while wandering in the forest, he stumbled upon a hidden glade bathed in moonlight. There, in the center of the glade, stood a girl unlike any he had ever seen. This girl was the daughter of a powerful enchantress. Her hair shimmered like starlight, and her eyes held the mysteries of the night. She had the gift of magic, able to weave spells and enchantments with a mere whisper. The magical girl was well-loved and admired by all, her kindness and charm drawing people to her like moths to a flame.”

“Like you? Is that what you do?” A little girl asked.

You smiled, “If that is what you think I do.”

The group of children laughed as you continued.

“The lonely boy watched the magical girl from afar, his heart torn between admiration and jealousy. Torn between wanting to hold her, and wanting to see her ripped apart. He saw how well-liked she was, how everyone was drawn to her… At first he thought he was jealous of her… Until he figured out he was more jealous of those who got to be around her. He longed to be in her presence, but felt unworthy and afraid of rejection.”

One of the younger campers, a little girl clutching a torn, well loved, stained rabbit, asked, “Did he ever tell her how he felt?”

“Not at first. Instead, he kept his distance, afraid of making things worse… Afraid of her hating him too. But his feelings grew stronger, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to her. He would leave small gifts, hoping she would notice, but he never had the courage to speak his heart. Her favorite treats, small pieces of the finest jewelry, love notes, and things she’d mentioned.”

Some girls sighed with a lovesick sigh.

“One day, his frustration and loneliness overwhelmed him. The boy saw the magical girl surrounded by friends, her laughter ringing through the air. Her wonderful, enchanting laughter followed by her bright, warm smile, that could put the sun to shame. He couldn’t take it anymore and confronted her, his words spilling out in anger and pain, rushing like an overflowing river, breaking the walls of the damn.”

The kids gasped, leaning forward as you kept seeing and fixing the stuffies. As you finished one, you handed it it to the kid it corresponded to. You pick up the last one. A stuffed black cat… or rather the shell of the stuffy. You sighed, re stuffing it and stitching it back up.

“He shouted at her, accusing her of being oblivious to his suffering, accusing her of being evil and rotten, because how could he feel so much for her and her never notice? Tears streamed down his face as he finally confessed his feelings, his love, and his despair. The magical girl was taken aback, stunned by his outburst. Her friends laughed. The lonely boy was not well liked, and the thought of the magical girl ever returning such feelings to such a rotten boy was humorous to them. The lonely boy ran, without hearing her answer, humiliated…”

Gasps of ‘oh no’ could be heard through the small crowd of campers. Soft sniffles caught your attention. It was never your intention to make the little ones cry…

“The magical girl, seeing the depth of his pain, ran after him, ignoring the laughter of her friends. At the glade, under a willow tree, she saw his teary face. She approached him with compassion. She hadn’t realized how much he was hurting… she hadn’t know of his feelings for her… With a gentle touch, she told him that she saw him now, that his feelings mattered. That he mattered to her. That he was… lovely. He was loved. In that moment, the lonely boy felt a weight lift from his heart. Their bond grew, and he found the acceptance he had always longed for.”

The group of kids sniffled and wiped their tears and snot on the back of their hands and their newly fixed stuffed animals.

“Remember, my little doves,” you say softly, finishing the final stitches on the stuffed cat,“sometimes, those who seem the loneliest need our kindness the most. Love and understanding can heal even the deepest wounds and bring light to the darkest hearts.”

The children cheer happily as you hand the stuffed kitten back to it’s owner.

“Some people deserve to be lonely….” A little boy says, petting his stuffed lion.

“Yeah… like the teddy bear murderer,” another girl scoffs, hugging her stuffy close.

You shake your head, trying to stop them from saying those things.

“Come now, you wouldn’t like to be lonely would you? I think he’s rather-“

“Octavian is mean.”

“He’s a jerk.”

“My siblings don’t like him.”

“No one in my cohort likes him either.”

“He deserves it.”

You stare in shock. Sure, Octavian wasn’t well liked, this you knew… but to hear all this from children… you felt bad for him.

“Guys… no one deserves to be alone-“ you try to start, but they talk over you.

In the midst of all the talking there a shrill scream as one girl finally notices Octavian watching. You turn and see him just standing there… he glares at you, hand gripping onto the white bunny. You look at him with pleading tear filled eyes to not do anything drastic… tears? When did you start crying?

You get up and go to walk over, but kids grab at you, telling you to not go that he was going to hurt you, he was mean, he was a jerk, how would rip you up like the teddy bears… and something inside you just snapped.

“Enough!”

The shout was so loud even campers who were not in the group of kids turned to stare.

“You are all just as mean and terrible as you say he is by saying things like that!” You yell at the kids, anger coursing through you, your blood feeling like fire in your veins.

Almost as soon as you yelled, you covered your mouth, regretting it.

Kids started crying and running away from you.

It hurt.

But what hurt the most was the glares you were receiving from other campers.

This was the snap they were waiting for…

You turned to go talk to Octavian, but he wasn’t there anymore.

Reyna rushed up to you.

“Y/N, what on earth is going on?” She questioned… was that anger in her tone?

“I’m sorry I-i just got overwhelmed and everyone was talking and I told them to stop and-“

“Over Octavian? Really? You made them cry defending him of all people?”

You looked at her, an incredulous look on your face. Shaking your head, you walk away, ignoring as she called out after you.

You’re sitting by the lake, under a tall tree, staring out as the sun glimmers over the water.

You hear footsteps behind you and hide yourself even more.

“Didn’t take you for the brooding type,” you heard the voice say.

With such arrogance and teasing in the tone, you knew who it was.

“Leave me alone Octavian,” you sigh, leaning onto the palm of your hand.

“I don’t think I will.”

You groan as the lanky blond sits next to you. He doesn’t say anything. He just sits there. An… oddly comforting silence stands between the two of you. You look down and notice he’s still holding your bunny.

“Is my bunny not a good enough sacrifice for you?” You joke with a sarcastic smile.

He would never tell you that he knew how much it meant to you, and that he would never ever dream of making you of all people cry.

So instead he just scoffs, “Of course it’s not good enough.”

“How do you deal with it?” You ask in a hushed tone.

“Deal with what?”

“Everyone hating you. You always seem so… fine with it.”

He plays with the bunny in his hands, pulling at it gently.

He was never okay with it. He was lonely.

“Well how do you go around camp being so kind to everyone when they look down at you for your parentage?

“… touché.”

He handed you the bunny back.

“Thanks….” He mumbled.

You were confused. Why was he thanking you?

“Thanks? Why thanks?” You asked, snuggling the bunny.

He hesitated, looking away. You noticed the way the tips of his ears turned red, and laughed.

“You nervous ‘Tavi?”

“Don’t call me that you insolent-“

You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“…Thanks for defending me… um… you didn’t have to…” he mumbled.

Ah. So that’s what it was about.

“I always will. Even if you hate me… I’m going to go… make it up to Reyna. Here,” you said, softly placing the bunny back in his hands. “He always helps me when I’m sad… I think you need that right now.”

Before standing up you bite your lip and place a kiss on his cheek. His face turned bright red as he stammered, trying to get his words out, but failing miserably.

You ran off, leaving the blond alone with his thoughts. He stared down at the bunny, holding it softly. Why was he such a coward?

“Thanks for being kind always… I wish I had the courage to tell you I like you…”

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Me when a character is hated 😍😍😍

I uh… like unpopular characters I can’t find fics for 🙏😭

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Hello everyone! I have some kind of important news!

Over the past four or five years I have enjoyed writing for all of you. All the wonderful people I have met and all the things I have accomplished!

As many of you know, I have some unfinished stories.

However, I am struggling to update because I am not as passionate about this account as I was.

I, will not be writing anymore. I understand if many of you decide to not support the account anymore.

I will be giving this account to my friend. She is a very talented author, younger than me, however. So I have a blurb she has written about herself, and I’m sure that you will enjoy her writing.

“Hi! Im not comfortable giving my name on the internet but my usernames on most things is Devine.Scribe! I’m 17 years old, I’m starting college in two weeks majoring in history and minoring in poli sci. I’m from Puerto Rico as well, and know Spanish! Like my friend, I am more than willing to write for ethnic or plus size reader, because I am BOTH OF THOSE 🙌

It has saddened me to see my friend lose interest in their writing, and seeing them struggle with their life irl, and struggle with not being able to have a more consistent uploading schedule.

I promise I will not A, delete any of their works without expressed permission, and B, make their account into something they wouldn’t have wanted. We have similar writing styles.

I have been tasked with, when I’m able to, finish writing their stories (such as 100 Promises, and My Sunshine) but also to create my own stories that I have loved to make. I also only write xreaders, but for different fandoms!

Here are some I will be writing for, and characters:

Percy Jackson (Show and Books, I’ve loved them since the beginning!)

Luke Castellan

Percy Jackson

Leo Valdez

To start! I can always add more!

My Hero Academia

Neito Monoma

Iida Tenya

Hitoshi Shinsou

(to start, of course I can add more if asked!)

Miss Peregrine’s Home(Movie, just started the books!)

Enoch

Jake

(Any of the other children would be platonic or family type of stories)

FNAF(Games, not movie, loved it but want this lol)

Micheal Afton

William Afton

Gregory(PLATONIC PLATONIC PLATONIC OR SIBLINGS ONLY)

Sun and Moon (not sure about this one yet but I’m willing to try 🫡 )

Hunger Games(TBOSAS)

Treech(my beloved)

Coriolanus

Sejanus

(Willing to write for more!)

Defendants RoR (slayed)

Morgie Le Fay

James Hook

Hades

(Willing to try and write for others and the other movies)

IHNMAIMS

Ted

Am

(I really love this short story and I hate Harlan Ellison horrible horrible man booo I hope he hates me for writing about his characters like this)

Demon Slayer

Giyuu

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Tanjiro

Obanai

(Willing to write for others!!)

I like lots of different things so you can always ask and I’ll tell you if I write for them or not!

Some rules are that I’m 17, so I would appreciate if people younger than 16 wouldn’t interact. I know I cannot handle what people do or who interacts with my content, but just like my friend, I also can get into dark content and writing it. Please use caution when reading my works, I will put warnings if necessary.

I won’t write smut!

Almost everything else is on the table!

Some other things I WONT write about

Incest

Explicit rape scenes(can mention trauma of it and passing comments about the trauma but not explicit depictions of it)

Pedophilia

That’s it for now, but if it changes I will add it!

I totally understand if you guys who liked my friends writing want to unfollow the page! As well as I know they are older, so I understand if some pages who don’t like people below 18 interacting or following decide to unfollow this page! I hope I can write and make people happy!”

Once again, thank you for all of your support through out these past four years. It has been so wonderful to get to know everyone. I won’t disappear completely, Devine can upload things I write that I send to them! But for now, as I move into a new chapter of my own book, I’ll be signing off. Thank you so much for everything my dearest readers,

Sery-Chan-13, logging off ❤️

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This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

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Ok I needed two songs bc they’re my most listened to and couldn’t remember which one I last listened to!

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Anyone can do it but these are my most interacted with people 😭

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

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Ch. 14 of "My Sunshine" [Treech x Reader] Warnings: Swearing and suggestive content(Spicy poetry that implies but is not explicit)

You thought it was funny, hilarious even.

When the expected "no funny business" line was delivered from his mom, his face turned so red you thought he would die.

"Ma!"

Oh yes, you had missed this.

You giggled and looked up at him.

"It's alright, come on now..." you whispered. "You promised you would show me your poetry and I still have one notebook for you."

—��

I find solace in sitting in the woods. The ghosts of our youth call out. I replay the memories in my head over and over again. Some days, I feel certain I see you, but you're always just close enough to trick me, yet too far for me to reach you.

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When my name got called, I froze, I wondered if you were watching. So for that reason, I didn't cry. I marched up there and glared at the ''peace'' keepers. If you were watching, well, I didn't want to see weak in front of you.

The handwriting was messy and quick. He had hidden it haphazardly and ran back out before the Peace Keepers could pull him out. He hugged his Ma and promised he would be back.

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District Seven will always be home. No matter where I am, I will always go home. Home is the creeks rushing downstream, the tall trees and the smell of pine. Home is the dirt road and hiking trails we took. The still lake, the birds chirping, the frogs croaking. That is home. The wooden walls, your arms around me, our hands interlocked, and my head on your chest. The sound of your heart beating, your sweet words filling my ears. You are home. And district seven is not home without you.

You were proud of this one. One you'd give to him as soon as he stepped out of that arena. You gently put it on top of your desk.

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I feel like a circus performer. I get dressed up and parade around making a show of myself. Capitol people love the circus. They love entertainment. What could be more entertaining than a district girl pretending to be one of them?

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I've always wondered how I've survived so long without you.

There were no other words he wanted to say. That was the only sentence he could think to write. There was no space within him to write long beautiful prose about how much he missed you.

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I decided to stop writing for a bit. My mind runs through everything. One second I feel like crying, at another time I am angry. How have I survived this long without you?

The writing on the paper was short, you admitted to yourself, but after a month of not writing this was all you could get out.

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I play pretend like we used to. I pretend you never left. I pretend I'm not alone.

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Most nights, you invade my thoughts. Your pretty hands, your lips, and those beautiful eyes. One hand on the pen as I write, the other distracted. Soon, it's one hand over my mouth; paper and pen forgotten as my mind runs wild with thoughts of you. Ink spills over my lap and I curse myself as I pick up.

He looked at the paper in shock as if he hadn't just written that. As if it just magically appeared. He groaned, running his hands through his thick dark hair, and hitting his head on his small desk. It shook and he winced hoping no one would wake up from the noise.

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I sit and write at my desk till late. I fill pages and envelopes... fill other things. Until my hand becomes shaky and the writing falls off of the page. I force myself to continue, to focus. To write. The shaky letters will be obvious. When I give them to you, you will notice. I can't focus on that thought for long as I knock my ink over. It spills and covers my hands.

You stared at the writing, blushing, as if those words were not your own. What are you doing (Y/N)? you thought to yourself as you hid the poem.

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Quick breaths. It feels like waves crashing against me. I'm glad my imagination can imagine things. Redundancy at its finest. I'd put this crudely, but you've always liked pretty words. So I'll write pretty words for the pretty girl. On every other paper but this one. Here, I'll say this: I want you. Hell, I need you. I need you to touch, to feel. I want you to need me to.

———

By the end of finishing each other's writing, your faces were bright red.

"I... um..."

"Yeah..."

You then laughed and hugged him, peppering his face with kisses. He protested, saying you were getting your lipstick on his face. In reality, he didn't care.

"(N/N) st-stop it!" He laughed, finally gently cupping your face.

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his hands from your face. You intertwined your hands with his and then put your head in the crook of his neck.

He let out a content sigh as you did this, placing his head on top of yours, and hiding his face in your hair.

"I haven't been this... happy... since... well, since you were here. And I mean, there's no objections to us... Ma loves you. And I'm sure Pa will be happy too. You know he used to say that when I finally opened my eyes and really saw you, I'd realize I was in love... I used to tell him that we were just friends and he was gross," he laughed. "But... after you left... well... I guess distance makes the heart grow fonder."

You smiled at him talking. Just hearing how he didn't sound exhausted or scared made you happy. There was the thought in your head that he would snap. But right now, he was ok. And when he wasn't, you would be right there to hold him, comfort him, and make everything okay again

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you holding on to each other. There was no talking needed for the words you were both thinking. The silence said all that needed to be said.

—

It was a few hours later when his father came home. He was overjoyed at seeing his son.

You had never seen anyone cry as much as they all did. It made your eyes tear up as you stood off to the side. They were so happy, and seeing them be so overwhelmed by the joy that they were crying made you cry.

No, you weren't upset about his reunion.

You were... jealous?

Seeing his family be a family. Loving and hugging each other. You hadn't felt your family's love since the beginning of your father's relationship with the Capitol. Your mother becoming a living ghost in your house. Elusive. Your father said that affection was unnecessary and only the lowly gave any comfort to their children. That affection was how you

They talked and talked and you quietly stepped out onto the steps in front of the house.

You should be happy! You should feel ecstatic about him being with his family again! The one thing he missed the most while in the Capitol were his Ma and Pa and now... Now you were upset? No not upset... you just longed for what he had...

You felt horrible. You should be inside celebrating his return, and helping him not feel like a horrible human being...

Yet you sat outside.

It was about two hours later when the door opened behind you. The steps behind you creaked and groaned as someone stepped down and sat next to you. You gave a glance and saw Treech.

"Hi..." you whispered.

"Where did you go? I mean we just noticed but um..." he trailed off.

Don't be upset, you have no reason to be upset don't be upset.

You kept repeating that in your head.

"I've been out here for about... two hours? I uh... needed fresh air," you whispered.

"Oh? Two hours? I'm sorry I didn't notice before then (N/N)..." He mumbled, sitting on the step next to you.

His hand found yours and you sighed, leaning into him. He brought your hand to his lips and softly kissed your fingers, then your palm, and finally the back of your hand, before looking up at you.

"You doin' ok?" He whispered, noticing how sad your eyes looked.

You could not, absolutely under any circumstance, tell him that you were upset. He had way more to be upset about, and you were supposed to be happy and be there for him. How come every time he needed you, you somehow seemed to need him in the same way?

"You can be upset... It's ok..." he mumbled.

You smiled and kissed his forehead, "I promise... Now, how did they react to the news?"

His smile widened, and he stood up taking both of your hands in his.

"They're excited. Both of 'em... But, they will kill me if they find out that I haven't taken you on a proper date. So, that is our plan for tonight sunshine," he said.

You blushed at the idea of going on a 'proper' date with him. Of course, you had only imagined the moment, but now that it was finally happening, you became nervous. The prospect of going out alone for the first time as a couple with him made you squeeze his hand tightly.

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It was later in the night, around 8, when you said your goodbyes and headed out into the woods behind his house. He had a medium-sized bag on his shoulder, and he would not tell you what was inside.

You remembered the path, one of the hikes you two used to take up to the lake. This one led straight to the old willow tree you spent so much time at.

"Is it still...?"

"Yeah, it is still there. And it is still just our secret spot. I never brought anyone else there," he reassured, offering his arm to you.

You happily took it, hooking your arm in his as he led you through the woods, a lantern being your only form of light.

There was a warm breeze flowing through the leaves, fireflies blinking around you two.

Soon, you reached the lake and the willow. You smiled widely at seeing the spot. It looked the same. Nothing had changed about the spot. Treech put the bag down and grabbed your hands.

"Ok, well, let's go," he said, spinning you around.

You laughed at him twirling you and looked confused.

"Let's go? But we just got here," you questioned with a pout.

He laughed, taking his hat and placing it on top of the bag.

"Sorry, let me rephrase that: Let's go swimmin'," he smirked.

"But I didn't bring any swim-"

"Don't need it. I brought some towels and a blanket for later. But if you want your clothes to stay dry then..." he gestured to you and your clothes. You got the memo.

"Let me get this straight... for our first official date, you take me to our spot and are asking me to go skinny dipping with you?" You said, a smirk playing on your lips. "If you wanted to see me naked you could have just asked."

His face turned bright red at your words as he tried to defend himself, panic-stricken that you thought he would only ask you out here for that. You laughed, and went over, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Treech, darlin', I was just teasin'. Now, I bet I can beat you in," You giggle, beginning by taking off your shoes and socks, and tucking them neatly by the bag.

He scoffed and laughed, "Oh you're on (Y/N)!''

You took your time, knowing that when he got competitive, he got clumsy. You were so cocky as to neatly fold all your clothes as it came off. You laughed and ran into the water, deciding to keep your underwear on. It could dry later. Treech did the same.

He shook his head and groaned as he waded over to you.

"Can't believe I lost. God damnit,'' he jokingly groaned. 

You laughed and kissed his cheek before grabbing his hand and pulling him a little deeper. You could both stand, yet were up to your chests in the water. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his head into the crook of your neck. 

"I love you so fuckin' much (Y/N) (L/N), I can not wait to be completely and utterly yours," he mumbled into your neck.

"And I love you, Treech Mori, as much as there are stars in the sky. Hopefully, you can be as patient as them too."

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Alright yall, the new chapter for My Sunshine should be coming out today, I acknowledge it has been a bit, but I just wanted to make sure you get the best mwuah

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Tanner and his rooster army <\3

Shh.. He’s the cock commander

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Guys I’m writing four things at once 😭 I just keep switching between My Sunshine ch 14 a new Tanner one, and two requests like 😭 what is my brain

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What y’all know ‘bout Tanner d10 huh

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Together

Tanner x Reader!

Warnings: Swearing

I love him sm and yeah I wanna make a part two to this maybe sooo

There were many things you could say you loved about District 10.

The fresh air, getting to care for the animals, getting to walk through the streets, sewing up clothes, and most of all you loved one boy that made District 10 seem like the best place on earth.

It was early in the morning and you looked at your list of clients and the clothing you had to make or fix. The things that needed to be fixed were waiting in neat folded piles while the fabric was thrown messily. You sighed. You were just upset about how one dress was turning out and destroyed your usually neat work station.

None of these had to be done for a couple of weeks, so you decided to start a bit later. They would understand. Especially with what was happening today. You walked out of your small home, and headed over to where the cattle was.

"Well good mornin' gals, ain't you all as pretty as a picture," you giggled, sitting on one of the wooden bars for the fence.

Some of the cows came over, and you smiled, reaching out to pet them.

"Well you're out early this mornin'," you heard a voice behind you say.

You jumped and almost fell off the fence if you hadn't caught yourself by wrapping your legs around the post.

"Oh, sorry I thought you heard me," he said.

"Yeah my bad I wasn't payin' attention. Good mornin' Tanner," you smiled.

You felt butterflies rise in your stomach as you tried to keep a friendly, not blushing and flustered, face.

He leaned against the fence post and then hopped up on it, sitting next to you.

The light from the sun was starting to get really bright, covering the expanse of the fields with its golden light. A comfortable silence sat between the two of you as you both watched the sun rise.

The silence was interrupted by one of the cows mooing.

You both laughed, and you looked over at him.

He smiled, "Well... this was a lovely way to spend the  mornin' of such a terrible day."

You looked down.

It was reaping day.

"Sorry I didn't meant to ruin-" he stammered out, trying to fix the situation.

"It's ok... I mean, it's our last year. We'll be ok," you smiled.

Part of you wanted to tell him how you felt. This was the perfect time to do so. The years of pining and crushing it could all come to a close right now.

But you said nothing.

Looking down you noticed a rip in his vest.

"What happened there?" You asked gently grabbing the fabric.

"Oh probably from it getting caught somewhere at the slaughterhouse," he shrugged.

"Hey don't mention that in front of the girls," you giggled, petting one of the cows that came up to you. "I can fix it... it's awful pretty."

He shot you a smile and nodded.

You hopped off the fence and beckoned him to follow back to your house.

Most people would be in shock of a girl who was freshly 18 living by herself, but the truth was that was the situation for most people in the districts. Your pa had died when you were young in the war, and your Ma died because she got sick about two years ago.

He awkwardly shuffled in and you had to stop yourself from laughing.

"Come on this ain't your first time in here," you laughed, leading him back to your sewing room.

He took off the vest, handing it to you. Most people thought that they should dress nice to head to town square, but there were many people who knew that dressing nice did nothing. Maybe a good impression, but in the end who cared what impression you left on the Capitol if you couldn't run or fight in your outfit.

As long as there were no stains and your clothes didn't smell, you would be fine.

Yet you wanted to look nice.

"I washed it up I guess Ma's pesterin' finally got to me," he joked, watching as you expertly wove your needle in and out.

When you finished it's like the rip was never there.

"There ya are, good as new," you said, handing it over.

He put it on with a smile.

"Well... d'ya wanna walk together?"

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When Tanner left you on the girls side, you almost started to panic. There was a pit in the bottom of your stomach that was making you feel ill.

Your mayor got up and gave a small speech about the Hunger Games.

You weren't listening.

You weren't listening until his name was called. You looked up, your eyes scanning, hoping you had just heard wrong. You weren't listening so maybe it was someone else, oh gods let it be someone else.

But it wasn't.

You watched as Tanner slowly made his way up to the stage, some peacekeepers shoving him to walk faster.

How cruel. You felt like you were going to throw up as he locked eyes with you. You could tell he was scared. Nervous. But the cold expression on his face made it seem like he was just fine.

"And the female tribute for District 10... is..."

You watched as their hand went through the papers in the bowl, grabbing one slip out.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

A gasp and chatter arose through the crowd.

You swear your blood froze in your veins, your heart stopped beating and your brain stopped thinking.

You wanted to cry.

But instead you walked through the crowd up to the stage.

But apparently too slow as peacekeepers began to shove you. You got to the stairs and got pushed again, making you trip. An arm wrapped around you, helping you up.

Tanner helped you across the stage.

You stared out into the crowd and began to smooth your skirts.

Why did you wear this?

Oh right, you were confident you wouldn't have your name called.

The two of you were dragged and you felt his hand grab yours. He was trying to comfort you, but that comfort was quickly ripped away when you were grabbed and thrown into somewhere.

"Well don't fuckin' throw her-"

You heard a grunt and the doors slam shut leaving you both in

"Did they stick us in a cattle cart? Oh these sons of-"

"Tanner... calm down," you whispered as you stood to get a sense for your bearings.

It was pitch black and smelled. On top of being a cattle cart, it was unclean. Mucked out, sure. But not clean.

The train lurched forward causing you to fall.

"Tanner where are you can't see a damn thing, blinder than a mute bat," you cursed, feeling around on you hands and knees.

You felt around in the dark, your hands finally touching him as he kept talking to help you find him.

"You shouldn't really grope around in the dark, could dangerous things," he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

Sitting besides him you huffed.

"It was supposed to be our last year...we weren't supposed to-"

"It's alright.... I promise you, you will get back home safe. I will not let you get hurt," he said.

You heard him take off his hat and start fidgeting with it.

You were going to die. You were going to die there was no better time to tell him. Taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves

"Tanner..."

"Yes sweetheart?"

You flushed at the nickname. You were so glad it was dark.

"Tanner, I've liked you for a while now... and by like I mean I've been crushin' on ya and I know that you might not feel the same, but I just had to tell you because if I don't say anything now, I never will."

You spilled your guts almost running out of air. The space filled with silence except for the sound of the train running on the track.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't of said nothin' I-"

You felt his hand grab yours.

"(Y/N), I feel the same way.... I-I was waitin' for you to take it back or somethin' saying it was a joke to make me feel better," he quickly said, interrupting you.

"Really?"

"Yes, I mean you're smart, talented... you're kind to everyone... not to mention you're just so beautiful... but that not why I fell for you..." he mumbled.

You smiled and leaned on his shoulder, his hand still in yours.

"Well I'm glad I told you then..."

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When you arrived at the station in the Capitol, the peacekeepers slid the doors open making you wince at the sudden light. Tanner got out first, and you were standing trying to adjust your eyes.

The peacekeepers started to shove you out and you protested them asking them to stop so you could actually see and not fall off the wagon, yet your words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

One shoved you and you felt yourself falling, before someone caught you.

"Don't fuckin' shove her she could've gotten hurt," he hissed.

The peacekeepers laughed and you pleaded with him to hold his anger. There would be no good to come from him yelling at them.

You were both walking side by side with peacekeepers urging you on. He helped you up into the truck and you huffed, sitting down besides him. A boy with black hair and a grey hat stood by you guys.

"These Capitol pricks are already gettin' on my bad side," you scoffed.

Before the doors shut you saw a flash of red go by.

The blonde that had been on the platform talking to the girl from district 12.

"Did you get in the wrong cage pretty boy?" Asked one tribute.

"No, not at all. This cage is delightful," he said with a bit of a smirk.

You rolled your eyes and saw the tribute, who's name you now knew as Reaper from someone calling it out, grab the boy and slam him against the back wall.

You giggled at the fear in his eyes, but then felt bad. Tanner and the rest were cheering him on.

"Alright y'all, come on.... Poor Capitol boy stuck with the muck.... But right now you're all provin' everythin' he things of the districts. That we're violent, good for nothin', dirty, and no better than animals. And you can bet if you hurt him, they'll take all of us outback and put us down like the damn mutts they think we are," you said, standing up to get people's attention.

"Capitol sympathizer, huh? Keep your mouth shut or I'll-"

"I ain't a Capitol sympathizer you shut your mouth. My pa died in the war 'cause of the Capitol. But we don't wanna die before we even get in that damn arena. So sit your asses down,” you started, pushing Tanner to sit. “And let’s all calm down.”

With that, you sat next to Tanner as the rest of the kids looked shocked. The girl who had called you a ‘Capitol sympathizer’, gave you a look of… admiration?

“Plus he’s my mentor… I might need him,” the girl with the rainbow dress said.

There was some discourse about the mentors, when suddenly the cart got thrown back, the doors opening as you screamed, falling down a tunnel, and landing onto some flat rocks.

You groaned and you were lightheaded and dizzy.

You felt a hand pass over your back and downward and you immediately got up and were about to hit someone, until you saw Tanner put his hands up in surrender.

“Tanner Sheppards you better have a damn good reason for thinkin’ it’s okay to touch me like that,” you hissed, grabbing one of his arms.

“I-I promise I wasn’t tryin’ to your skirts went up and well there’s cameras and I didn’t want you to be exposed like that in front of everyone I-“ he stammered, looking into your angry eyes.

You immediately felt ashamed of your anger towards the boy.

“I’m sorry really I thought… I mean I’m stressed about the situation but that’s still does not give me the right to snap at you like that… I’m sorry,” you mumbled, as he grabbed your hand.

“Don’t worry about it darlin’ not like you’re too orientated from that fall,” he laughed.

You roll your eyes and go to take a step before almost falling over.

“Like a bull in a china shop…” you muttered.

Tanner’s hand went around your waist and he helped you over to sit on a rock. You saw the boy with the hat, and who you assumed to be his district partner, sitting opposite of you.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) and this is Tanner, we’re from District ten,” you introduced, smiling towards the girl.

She returned the smile and reached to shake your hand. You shook hers as she introduced herself.

“My name is Lamina… and this is Treech. We’re from district seven,” she smiled.

Both pairs of boys looked at their respective partners and then to each other. Were they expected to get along and chat like you two did?

Soon enough, you had learned everyone’s names. The girl with the rainbow dress, Lucy Gray, talked with Lamina and you.

“Well, he’s strong as an ox, but boy is he a few strings short of a guitar,” you laughed, watching as the boys spent their time arm wrestling.

The two other girls giggled.

This was almost too nice. There was a sense of dread looming in the back of your heads but for now you were happy.

“So… you and your boy?” Lucy Gray said, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“O-oh um… we’re just friends… well I guess we confessed on the train here, but he ain’t asked me to be official and call me dumb but uh… I kind of want him to ask since I confessed first,” you shrugged, blushing slightly.

“It’s not stupid! I mean… I understand your frustration, he should at least have the decency to ask before we die,” Lamina mumbled.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or frown. So you just gave a smile and nod.

The day was getting darker, turning to night. You sighed staring at the sky turning all different colors.

You heard someone sit beside you.

“Whatcha up to darlin’?”

“Oh um… just starin’ at the sorry excuse for a sunset they have here in the Capitol,” you whispered, hugging your knees to your chest.

There was a comforting silence that filled the air. You could hear some cameras training on you and Tanner, some Capitol children musing at you, and the hushed talking of the other tributes behind you. Leaning your head on Tanner’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you closer.

“Hey… so I wanna do this the right way. Sure I um… well you confessed but, I shared my feelin’s and how I felt about you… but I guess I wanna be all proper about it I mean… you deserve it and way more… I know I may just be some boy from ten that can barely help his family even from workin’, and can barely talk to ya without makin’ a fool of myself…. But I truly do like you… the way you talk, your sweetness… you’re always helpin’ not just me but others in town you make them clothes and sometimes don’t charge I mean… you’re the best seamstress in town! You’ve been through so much yet you don’t let any of that get ya down or let it turn you bitter… anyway… this is just a long way of me askin’…. (Y/N), will you be officially mine?”

Time froze. There was nothing but you and Tanner in this moment. His words echoed through your head like a choirs haunting singing reverberated through a church.

Slowly you nodded and smile, throwing your arms around him.

“Absolutely I will,” you laughed.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips and smiled.

In this moment there was no Hunger Games, no peacekeepers, no death. There was just you in the arms of the boy who made district ten seem like the best place on earth.

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Ok so I am obsessed with many musicals and shows and TBOSAS

So… what if I mix them together?

I mean I only exclusively write xreaders so😭

My biggest idea though:

RIDE THE CYCLONE

Ok so my idea is one of the characters takes the place of Mischa (I’m leaning towards Tanner for some reason) and him missing his love back in district ten given the song Talia (my favorite) and there’s discourse in Hunger Games Heaven bc like he’s mad at Coral, other people are mad bc wtf you killed me but yeah

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Guys I love Tanner and Treech sm it’s not even funny 😭😭 they’re both getting little stories to come out soon

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This 😭😭

Our fandom forbearers did NOT suffer through Anne Rice, strikethrough, and other bullshit for fucking ACOTAR and Harry Potter fans to fucking ruin it for all of us by selling fanfiction. I am not losing novel length yaoi epics because some of you don't know how to act in fannish spaces and yes I do blame the booktokification of fanfic but I also blame those of you that treat fandom like content to consume and not a community to engage with.