#I ALMOST LOST MY VOICE ONCE AND IT ALMOST /DESTROYED/ ME I'M NOT LETTING Y'ALL SPREAD RHETORIC THAT COULD LEAD TO IT HAPPENING

[moethewriter]

Hey!! Could you do it prompt 7 and 9 with finnick, if you'd like? Thank you I love love love your writing

Of course I can anon! I'm feeling far better than I was two days ago and am excited to get back into writing! Please enjoy! TITLE: In Another Life WORD COUNT: 1.3k PAIRING: Finnick Odair x Reader WARNING: Mentions of Snow unaliving people, angst and general hunger games violence TAGS: GN!Reader from District 8! A/N: That stomach flu going around is really nasty y'all! But I'm happy to be back in the writing seat. As always please let me know if anything needs to be tagged and I shall fix it! Other than that please enjoy! Not beta read as per usual! -

You eyed the targets in front of you and grabbed one of the knives laying on the table, your chosen skill had always been knife throwing. You were good at pinpointing accuracy and taking out someone from a distance with nothing but a blade. The knife felt heavy in your hand as you flung it towards the target, and hit the bullseye. You smiled softly to yourself, and cracked your knuckles, ready to throw another.

“Look at you go, bullseye is back in the ring and everyone is in trouble” A familiar voice rang out from behind you.

You turned your attention away from the targets and smiled coyly at the blonde man in front of you, you knew him all too well. Finnick Odair. Well everyone and their mother knew Finnick Odair, he was The Capitol Darling after all. 

“Finnick.” You said, leaning against the table. “Good to see you, again.”

“Is it?” Finnick raised an eyebrow and shot you a smile. 

“As good as it can be, in the circumstances.” You gestured to the room.

Cashmere and Gloss were training together, you weren’t surprised in the slightest that The Careers were in their own bubble. Some other Victors seemed lost, almost nervous and unsure of what they had to do, or unwilling to show off once more. You had only briefly seen your old friend, Johanna Mason, she had been furious and still was. Some part of you hoped she was off destroying some Capitol property and causing issues, she always knew how to get people angry. You loved that about her. 

“Yeah, not a fan of all of this.” Finnick said, a cross look passing his face. “Being paraded around before our inevitable death, not really my cup of tea.” He spoke so clearly, and you knew it was all a show for the people watching. 

“Our death?” You snorted. “Not mine, I’m going to do everything I can in that arena to make it out alive, and I suggest you do the same, Odair.” 

“You haven’t changed at all.” Finnick laughed, a real smile crossing his face.

It was nice to be surrounded by people who understood you in a fucked up way. You had become a recluse after your games, hiding yourself away in The Victors Village of District Eight. Snow had killed your family, and others you had loved after your adamant refusal to bend to his will, and you had shut down. People weren’t used to seeing you around anymore, and you knew Snow and The Capitol had been shocked when you had volunteered.

“I’ve changed a lot, actually.” You told him, grabbing a small towel to wipe the sweat from your brow. “And so have you … you can’t tell me anyone here is the same, Finnick.”

“That I can’t.” He nodded, agreeing with you. “But we’re still the same people we’ve always been, just a little more fucked up.”

“That I can agree with.” You tossed him one of the water bottles from the floor and he caught it perfectly. 

Everyone who stepped out of the arena as a Victor always came home … a little more fucked up then they had gone in. You certainly had. The countless sleepless nights, and nightmares that plagued you to this day. You remembered every person you had killed, and the ones you didn’t.

“Are you ready for what’s to come?” Finnick questioned.

“Not in the slightest.” You admitted, finally showing some sort of vulnerability since you had left District Eight. “I mean it’s a Quarter Quell, there’s no way that they don’t have some sort of trick up their sleeve to mess with us in there. I mean think of the last one, double the amount of tributes? There’s no way the only catch is going to be that they reaped us.” You shook your head, and took a swig of the water in your hand.

Quarter Quells were extraordinarily different. Whatever Snow and The Head Gamemaker were planning left a sinking feeling in your stomach. Seneca Crane was gone, replaced with Plutarch Heavensbee … you wondered what sick tricks he had in his bag of nightmares. 

Your arena had been a swamp, and it had barely been survivable. You had almost dehydrated in there … if it hadn’t been for your sponsors you probably would have.

“I know. I don’t like this.” Finnick nodded. “I don’t like that any of us are here, but we all should have known better than to trust the Capitol’s word … Snow’s word, that we would be left alone when we were done.” He snorted, screwing his eyes shut.

“Never trust a snake in the grass.” You nodded, not caring what anyone had to say about your words anymore.

You were taking a page from Johanna’s book during this whole thing. She let herself be known, and you were doing the same.

“Have anyone you’re fighting for?” You asked him, wondering if he had anyone back in District Four waiting for him. 

“No.” Finnick shook his head. “Mags is in here with me, and the only other person I’d be fighting to get back home to is in this with me.” He was fiddling with his thumbs, almost as if he was nervous.

“Setting your sights on Enobaria and her teeth?” You teased, punching his shoulder, lightly. “Brutus might kill you for even looking in her direction.”

Finnick cracked a smile. “No. Definitely not Enobaria. Someone else, far more special than any Career that even steps foot through those doors.” He said, finally meeting your eyes.

“Finnick-” You started, the realization starting to dawn on you.

He was talking about you. Finnick Fucking Odair, was in love with you? Of course you hadn’t noticed, you barely saw anyone these past few years … how could he even think about you in that way? It didn’t make any sense.

“I don’t want anyone else, Y/N.” He said. “I haven't since I saw you after you won your games. Even before that I think. I remember sitting there and wondering how someone with … and no offence … no filter and grace could stand before me on that stage in District Four and give a speech like that. You changed me in a lot of ways and when you pulled away from everything … It killed me. I’ve thought about you everyday since you hid yourself away in District Nine and I haven’t stopped. I don’t think I could stop. I want you … I’m fighting for you, even if you aren’t fighting for me.” He reached out and gently grasped your wrist.

The gesture was so simple, yet it somehow filled your entire body with warmth. 

“Maybe I’ll be fighting in there for you too … and we can see how this goes.” You told him, voice cracking.

You knew what the odds were in there, one was coming out, Snow would never allow another two Victors to grace that stage ever again. You were both doomed, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that.

He leaned in and kissed the top of your head.

“We should get back to training, I think we’ve taken too much time to talk.” He whispered, turning his back to you and setting his shoulders square. 

Maybe in another life you could’ve had a great romance with Finnick Odair, but you were certain that both of you were far too late in this one.

“Yeah. See you soon?” You questioned, moving to grab a knife.

“I’ll be around.” Finnick swallowed the lump in his throat.

And with that you were alone, if you had been a better person you probably would have cried, maybe even kissed him right then and there. But you weren’t. You were just … you and all you could do was survive.

[madoumonogatarirunelord]

A fic about Crowsa because I'm totally not obsessed!!! <3

((Y'all I keep forgetting that my OCs aren't official characters and I'm the one in charge of making more content of them, if you're reading this PLEASE feel free to make content of my stuff or something))

366 years ago, on that fateful night... Destruction and despair was brought upon Rana by one man. The Runelord... And so one determined hero stepped up to the role of destroying the title 'Dark Wizard' once and for all. Lagnus Bishasi, now known as Ragnus the Brave.

As metal clashed against metal, Ragnus was forced onto the ground. The Dark Wizard himself stood above the hero, about to drive the Dark Sword into his skull...

But Ragnus dodged the attack before ending the Wizard once and for all... But what if that wasn't how the story went? What if history wasn't entirely true?...

Because Ragnus never dodged the attack, instead, it was parried. One brave prince who would stop at nothing to see the end of the one who destroyed his home. Casting a curing spell onto the hero, blocking the attack at the same time, stood a fearless boy clad in armour. The last surviving member of the Rana family. Crowsa Rana.

He managed to buy enough time for Ragnus to get back onto his feet, but at a cost. The Runelord quickly channeled a spell that sent him flying... But not only did he damage Crowsa, but he cursed the poor prince as well...

And that was how he got here, drinking the blood of an innocent mage as any last traces of life faded from the body. Crowsa chuckled, as he stood up. As he was about to leave, a voice from behind called out to him...

"What have you done?!"

The young (or rather old now) prince's head snapped around to see Ragnus. It was almost ironic that the one time Crowsa gets to meet his friend again is just after he killed yet another person.

Crowsa smiled nonetheless, approaching the great hero in front of him. However, he only stopped after realising that every step he took towards Ragnus was causing him to move away. That was when he stopped smiling.

"Ragnus, what's wrong...? It's me, Crowsa... Don't you remember?" Crowsa's voice was soft and kind, as if he couldn't harm a fly...

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG? You have taken the life of an innocent right before my eyes! I thought I could trust you! I thought we were friends! But it seems that you turned out as bad as the Runelord himself..."

These words hit Crowsa like a knife through the heart... Him? Just like the Runelord? That couldn't be... He was just trying to survive...

"N-No! Ragnus! Please! You don't understand—"

"I don't want to hear it you vile villain. I'll give you one chance to run." Ragnus spat, rage in his brown eyes.

Crowsa knew that Ragnus couldn't bring himself to kill him. Ragnus would never let anyone that he deemed a villain live. The young prince ran, he ran until his legs couldn't carry him any further.

Tears streaked down his pale cheeks as he fell to the ground. His only friend since the destruction of Rana hated him. He just needed to survive... But it was clear that Ragnus wouldn't excuse killing the innocent for it.

The woods were cold, quiet and he felt so alone. Crowsa sobbed softly, until the day turned into evening and his tears dried out. However, he didn't expect to be found by anyone passing through...

"Heya! Are ya lost? Would some candy help cheer ya up?"

"Ah... That would be n-nice, sir..."

"Let me take ya to the nearest town. I was just heading there myself."

[musical-chick-13]

Oh, not me unfollowing someone for griping about older actresses singing roles that shouldn’t ever be sung by college students because people that age aren’t vocally mature enough to healthily handle them.