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galaxygirl-94 · 3 months
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Submitted by @furby-junkie!
Flip & Flow Seaponies from 2018
These pictures are from Amazon listings.
The liquid in the Twilight and Pinkie figures is actually darker than the liquid in the figures shown here. Twilight's wings also appear to be a different color from the figure shown here, if I'm not mistaken.
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mytanuki-kun · 7 months
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Something about live action Sanji that just -dreamy sigh- yknow?? I don't wanna have thoughts around him, only a full belly of food an—
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chrisolivia4l · 4 months
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not very feminist of me but Coriolanus Snow could feed me that cookie through the cage and id melt like ice cream
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shehulksworld · 7 months
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Honey Kisaragi a.k.a Cutie Honey tribute
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kitscutie · 4 months
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omg if you’re still wanting requests for coryo, maybe sm like he’s mentoring reader instead of lucy gray (she is safe and sound in 12 dw!) and they get reunited after r wins the games? maybe by some kind of fluke? i’ll leave it up to you bc i love everything you write babes <3
money, power, glory (coriolanus snow x fem!reader)
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pairing: coriolanus snow x reader
warnings: none!
summary: coriolanus snow is your mentor, unlike the others he has a drive for your survival - it quickly becomes clear your bond goes above mentor and tribute.
a/n: this is not part of the snow and roses series but part two is coming very soon -hope you enjoy! also thank you so much to this anon - you're a cutie!
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The train ride to the Capitol was dark and lonely. It felt as though everybody had already found friends or were close to their fellow District tribute, yours wanted nothing to do with you.
Seeing as you were from twelve you were thin and weak, you knew that, you could feel it in the way your stomach rumbled on a loop every day or the way your head spun when you stood up but you never thought one of your own would turn their back on you.
You didn't think you stood a chance, simply another pawn in the Capitols game but still you had hope.
When the train stopped it jolted, tipping you over had you been stood up like Thornton your fellow Twelve tribute. He wasn't muscly but more so burly, it was clear his family was among the wealthier back home but compared to the Capitol it was nothing.
You stood up from your small corner, cowering away from the sunlight which blinded you upon the doors opening. You heard yells, presumably from your fellow tributes or even the 'peace keepers' as they tried to calm the crowds.
Below you, you saw a flash of red which stood out from the white uniforms and wall to floor grey cement.
Upon closer inspection snow white hair lay atop his head, prominent and proud.
Thornton jumped out of the box on his own accord, not prompted by the guards, nor the boy below you, simply motivated to get into the Hunger Games.
Your head slowly peered out from the box and that's when his eyes met yours, strikingly blue they seemed out of place in such a colourless setting.
"Welcome to the Capitol." He stuttered out, holding a rose which matched his hair out to you, it was beautiful, nothing you had ever seen back home.
"Thank you. Could you-." You began to ask for his help out of the train which staggered above the ground just below half of your height, though he realised quickly, holding your waist as he gently placed you on the ground in front of him.
Finally out of your cage you took the rose from his calloused fingers, admiring it in all it's beauty. It reminded you of him, soft and subtle yet powerful as it stood tall on it's stalk.
"This is beautiful." You said, it came out in something similar to a whisper, your body still adjusting to the new setting. "You look different," You said as you glanced around at the tributes in dirty hand me downs and the guards in plaster white uniforms. "Who are you?" You asked.
"I'm your mentor." He smiled charmingly, it seemed second nature to him.
"Where are the other mentors?" You once again asked, unsure if this was new or simply something you had missed as you sat watching the games between your fingers.
"Well, I'm not supposed to be here but, I'm sure greeting you falls in my line of duty." He said. "Taking care of you." He added which sent butterflies wild in your stomach. He was doing his job you reminded yourself but nobody back home was quite this attractive nor this attentive. You had never been taken care of. Always independent to survive.
You said nothing more, taking in all of his glorious features until a peacekeeper grabbed you arm, taking you with the rest of the tributes into an armoured van. You were once again alone.
You watched in surprise as just moments later your mentor jumped in behind you, standing against the back wall as if to not be seen in a packed and confined space.
"Hi." He said, realising he stood out like a sore thumb. It almost made you chuckle - his blatant fear but then you realised you should be much more scared.
"What's the matter pretty boy, you in the wrong cage?" Said Reaper. He was a tribute you admired, he was brave and strong and seemingly had a deep care for his friend Dill.
"No. This cage is delightful." He smiled. You were impressed by his natural appeal, well to you at least. Every word which came out of his pale lips had you hanging on by a thread.
With that Reaper had had enough, slamming him against the wall with power. "I'll kill you." He said convincingly.
"He'll do it too. He killed a Peacekeeper back in Eleven." Dill spoke as she stared into nothingness.
"I say we all kill him." Added Bobbin as he now stood up too, the other Tributes speaking out in agreement. You began to panic, he was your only source of companionship, of opportunity to leave the Capitol in one piece and here he was about to be ripped to shreds before the Games even begun.
"He's my mentor, could you please not kill him?" You asked pathetically as you attempted to stand between him and Reaper. A feeble attempt though an attempt none the less.
"How come you get a mender?" Said Coral, dirty gaze set now upon you.
"Mentor." He corrected her. "You each get one." He finished, hoping this would calm them in their attempt to kill him.
"And we'll all just believe you, huh? Why does Twelve here get special treatment." Coral replied, now out of her seat and very much in your face as she squished your cheeks between her grimy fingers.
"I'm not special, just lucky I suppose." You shrugged feeling heavily intimidated and under scrutiny by all of their hungry gazes. Eager to pull blood from you in this very moment.
The room went silent and at first you didn't realise why, until you felt your cage begin to shake, slowly tilting towards the ground. Your mentor's hands once again wrapped around your waist though this time from behind you and your own reached down to hold onto his wrists, having no stability.
You all screamed as you fell down onto hard wood chips and damp mud. Eyes were once again blinded by the harsh sunlight as you adjusted to wherever you now were.
A mans voice echoed around your new cage - how kind of them to give you multiple in such little time - seemingly introducing himself to the crowd around you before he spotted the red uniform.
"Excuse me, yes you sir, in the red! Who are you and why are you in there with them, we are live!" He asked, hair gelled to perfection to one side.
You grabbed your mentors hand as he stood frozen in his spot clearly unsure what to do, you however saw an opportunity, an opportunity to stand out.
"May I introduce you to my neighbours?" He asked sarcastically as though he really hated the people filming you like you wanted to be here.
With that the pair of you walked over, but not before he took the rose from your free hand and tucked it behind your ear. It burned under the warmth of his skin, not having had any form of physical touch for as long as you can remember.
"Hi. How do you do, my name is Coriolanus Snow, and this here is my tribute Y/N L/N from District Twelve." He said partly for the cameras partly introducing himself to you and you to him. He already knew your name. He had watched the reaping's, seen you cry in weakness.
"Hello." You mumbled partly shuffling to hide behind his body. Not used to such attention.
He focused his attention on you, firing questions at you over and over again until you had had enough. "More on my mentor, seemed he's the only one who bothered to show up." You said and the boy that you now knew to be Coriolanus rubbed his thumb back and forth over your hand as he sensed your discomfort being Infront of so many prying eyes.
"Well I would love to ask him some questions but it seems as though he's about to be whisked away." Lucky said and as soon as the words came out Peacekeepers appeared behind the pair of you grabbing him by the biceps and beginning to drag him away.
"Hey." You held onto him for one second longer. "Thank you for everything Coriolanus Snow. But uh, could you please bring me some food? I can feel my bones turning into dust as we speak." You said. He slightly chuckled at this but no less nodded.
With that, you were once again alone.
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"Y/N!" You heard your name from behind the rock you sat against, instantly recognizing the voice to be Coriolanus Snow.
"That for me?" You asked as he pulled out a few pieces of food wrapped in tissue in front of you. He handed it to you through gaps in the fence, wordlessly answering your question. "Thank you." You said as you eagerly stuffed your face, this being the first meal you had eaten in days, no weeks.
"They not feed you back in Twelve?" He asked, concerned.
"No. We don't exactly get that luxury." His question surprised you, you assumed it was common knowledge that food was few and far between in the outer Districts yet here he was, surprised. "Seems your friend already knows that." You added as you watched a girl in a matching uniform to his teasing Brandy.
"She is not my friend she is poison with perfect teeth." He answered and yet again it sounded so perfect. He knew just what to say to please you, comfort your mind as you wondered at what point he would turn on you. "Listen, you can't share this with anyone. This is my only chance to help you and they-" He said discreetly pointing to the tributes scattered around you, "Are only going to use you."
"Not like I've got anyone to share with. Don't think I'm very popular." You said, defeated. You supposed that out of anyone, you didn't want to befriend the people who would shortly be wishing death upon you but instead the man before you who would hold your hand until the moment you walked through that door.
"Maybe not with them but out here you have a chance. I've made some suggestions, I might be able to get the audience to send you gifts. Food and water. You just need to play into their game, win them over." He said, face against the fence as he wished to keep this information between the two of you. An advantage.
"I don't want to play their game, the same game that got me here in the first place? I don't think charming anyone is my forte anyway." You once again deprived yourself of any credit, picking at the skin around your nails.
"You're more charming than you think Y/N. I'd bet on it." He said, gaze digging deep into your soul. No one had ever complimented you before never mind in such a blatant way. You knelt down, tired of standing and he went with you continuing your conversation.
"Dill reminds me of my sister, before she passed. So sick and weak, I hate to think of her in a place like this." You shared, feeling vulnerable to him in such a short time.
"I'm sorry." He said genuinely.
"You seem like a good man Coriolanus. Would've been nice to meet you outside of this cage." You said, tapping on the metal bars before letting it settle there.
"Mhm." He agreed, tilting his head sympathetically and after moment of what must have been deliberation he wrapped his own hand around yours. It warmed your skin, chilled by the cold iron beneath your palm.
Your sweet moment was cut off by Arachne's scream as Brandy had enough of her teasing, smashing the bottle and using it to slice her neck.
You stared in horror, this was what you were up against in that arena, you stood no chance.
Coriolanus leaped into action, comforting the bleeding girl while Peacekeepers shot Brandy down. In all of your years alive you had never witnessed such violence and it left you shaking, even more so as the bullets narrowly missed Coriolanus' head.
The Peacekeepers grabbed his arm, once again pulling him away from you, your heart beating in his direction.
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The next day you were all placed in a large circular room. You and your fellow tributes shackled to a table while the mentors sat proudly, postures straight before you.
You were allowed to discuss game plans for the main event but also for a televised special where the Capitol could get to know you. Nut it wouldn't really be you, just a shell of your former self.
"I'm sorry about your friend." You sympathised, he was clearly upset, scared you weren't sure but his energy was different to his hopeful exterior from yesterday.
"Thank you. Are you doing okay?" He deflected, though his care seemed and was genuine. He cared about you more than the way a mentor cares for the tribute. Your connection went deeper.
"I'm scared Coriolanus. You saw what those tributes can do yesterday. I'm nothing compared to them! I've never even killed a spider." You cried out in desperation, hands shaking where they were tied to the table.
"I'm scared for you, Y/N. I don't want to lose you in there, so I guess that makes two of us." He replied, soothing you. "But no matter how scared you are you have to perform for them in the interviews later. Pretend to be someone else or be yourself it doesn't matter but this is the last chance to make them like you. Didn't take much for you to win me over." He added.
"I- I just can't Coriolanus. I'm no performer. I'm no different to them just weaker and a character in their entertainment." You answered, slowly admitting defeat.
"You have to be brave, Y/N. For me, okay?" He begged, once again placing his hand over your own.
"I'll try." You decided. You either died of embarrassment or an axe to the face and you knew which you proffered.
"Snow. Let's go!" Shouted Casca, the creator of the games. A man you loathed.
"You'll be okay." He said before he left his chair leaving you to sit in the large room as the other debated their strategies.
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Later on once you were allowed to view the arena he returned. Instantly walking in stride beside you as if he never left.
The arena was void of light except the red beams which pointed out the entrance. It was eerie and honestly a fabrication of your worst nightmares.
This time in your fear you felt no hesitation to grab onto his hand, and he grabbed your back, linking you fingers with a squeeze which said to you 'it's okay' without saying anything at all.
Seeing the cameras you released it, not wanting unnecessary attention upon yourselves.
The gates closed behind you with a loud clang, leaving you in the darkness and you stumbled back into his chest, the only thing keeping you from a breakdown being the steady beat of his heart beneath his chest.
Shutters on each wall began to rise letting in the natural sunlight outside but yet you were still very much in another cage.
While the other tributes decided their alliances you stuck by Coriolanus' side and he had no objections. "Coriolanus you can't met me die in here. I've got so much left to do." You begged, clutching the opening of his red suit.
"I wont let you die, Y/N. Even if it's the last thing I do." He replied, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. His words were laced with truth, knowing his plans to bend the rules in order to keep you alive.
The moment was short lived as the centre of the arena exploded, rubble and smoke flying everywhere including into your forehead as you felt blood trickle into your eye.
Both you and Coriolanus ran, though he was seconds too slow as a pillar fell onto his leg trapping him against the floor. While the other tributes ran having little regard for their mentors you ran back, pulling it off of him with every last ounce of power in your body.
Your heart ached hearing his cried but also with the pain that this was most likely the last time you would see him before the games as the Peacekeepers found you and dragged you back to the 'zoo' before you could attempt escape like the others.
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"Y/N." You heard your name whispered into the darkness of the night. You hadn't slept, not since the thought of Coriolanus being dead crossed your mind and so it hadn't taken much to catch your attention.
"You're alive, thank god." You cried. Seeing his face untouched calmed your racing heart.
"The bombs, they changed everything. I've been in there, you can hide, the floors gone. You can hide until it's safe. Run when it starts and don't come out until it's safe, please Y/N. Don't go for the weapons." He begged to you. You had planned to hide in the first place but his desperation for your survival warmed your heart.
"Thank you Coriolanus snow. For taking care of me. Just like you promised." You said to him, tears beginning to fall from your eyes, the same tears you hadn't let fall since the train arrived in the Capitol.
"Just like I promised." He smiled. "You saved my life in there Y/N." He added.
"I'm sorry." You said as you couldn't hold back your desperate tears anymore. You were sorry you wouldn't succeed for him, sorry this was the last time you would see him, sorry that your heart ached for him.
"It's okay, It's okay." He soothed you. Wiping your tears with his embroidered handkerchief. "I'm gonna get you out of there. I promised after all, right?" He repeated his earlier declaration of promise, it meant everything to you and yet nothing. At the end of the day your survival came down to you and you didn't know if you could handle blood on your hands.
"Is this all real? Between you and me, do you really-" You began to ask, though he cut you off.
"I care about you, Y/N. Really. No amount of money could make me do this for you, risk it all. The things you wanted to do, wanted to live for? I want to do them with you. I want to give you the life you deserve." He said and that was all the confirmation you needed, the feelings you were having were real. Not part of the game, not faked for the cameras.
He was here in the middle of the night to help you.
"We are gonna win this, Y/N. We are gonna win this together."
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It had now been fifty four days and counting since you had last seen him. The games had come and gone, what you thought was luck leaving you a victor.
Days had been boring since Coriolanus Snow left your life. You returned to what you had left behind in District Twelve, friends, no family and a wooden shack you called a home.
Your heart longed to see him, more than anything in this world you wished to feel his hand in yours one more time. Hear his reassuring words one more time though now you needed them to comfort your nightmares.
Today was the same as every day had been. Get up, bathe in a bucket, eat vegetables you found in the forest and then read the same books you had for the past eighteen years. It was all you had but now more than ever it felt good to be stuck in that cycle instead of stuck in a cage of people who called for your death.
A knock at your door at mid-day startled you. It was unusual to get visitors in District Twelve - everybody keeping to themselves and yet something dragged you to answer.
Opening the door you saw a figment of your dreams. White hair, blue eyes and pale skin, yet they were too real and close to be something your brain created.
"Y/N L/N, you are a sight for sore eyes." He said, his voice like butter in your ears.
"Coriolanus?" You asked before he tackled you into a hug, hands gripping you like you would slip through his fingers at any moment in time. "How- what." You began to ask.
"I was sent to Eight to be a Peacekeeper but I used my last cents to get sent here instead, then I just asked around to find you. Find my girl." He said as he held your face between his hands, checking you over for injuries. The last time he was you you were injured and cowering in the arena, begging to be set free.
"You found me." You whispered, diving in to kiss him. He responded immediately, wasting no time in curling his lips into yours. You fought for dominance but ultimately you let him take over, needing to let go for once.
"I missed you so much." You whimpered in both pleasure and pain as he kissed and nibbled on your neck. Dream becoming reality. "I begged with every last but of luck within me that I'd see you again." You confessed, bringing his face up to kiss you once more.
"And here I am." He smiled, staring into your eyes, breathing the same air as you.
"I thought my life ended that day, in that arena. Losing myself, then losing you." You admitted, eyes similar to the last time you saw him, glassy.
"Y/N, Y/N." He chuckled, "Our life has only just begun."
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dark-frosted-heart · 2 months
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The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (His POV)
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CLAVIS YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE
As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this
In front of my fiancee, I’ve  always considered myself to be an elegant, magnificent, joyful, and loving gentleman.
If Emma feels even an ounce of unhappiness, it’s the loving gentleman’s disgrace—
I plan to keep working hard at it every day.
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(It’s that time already…)
I’ve been holed up in my room dealing with documents for several hours already—
After the usual breakfast with Emma, briefing with servants, waking Chevalier up, time slipped away as I got to work. 
As I moved to relax my body, which had become stiff after sitting in a chair for so long, a wave of sleepiness hit me.
(Perhaps I’ve been pushing myself to hard lately)
(It’s been a fruitful time, but I still haven’t gotten enough sleep)
(I have a meeting later…I can afford a short break)
I stumbled over to the sofa and sat down, sensing that I’m at my limit with the yawn I let out.
I removed my ascot tie, loosened my collar, and lied down.
(Still, the situation’s calmed down considerably…)
~~ Flashback ~~
Clavis: Several jewelry dealers are scheduled to have dinner with us today. We’re having a small party, but what do you think will happen when we show off our love?
Emma: I think you can get the message across without having to show off.
Clavis: Yes, they’ll definitely pay us tribute. At any rate, the purpose of the company’s for me to arrange export destinations. I wonder how much jewelry will be collected to gain my favor. I’ll arrange a deal with the one whose jewelry best suits your taste as an honor to the winner.
~~ Flashback End ~~
Originally, the party with the jewelers was a strategy for Emma to gain footing.
(Jewelers' customers are mainly nobles…) 
(The information they see and hear spreads among other nobles)
(The more favor shown, the better the nobles’ attitudes toward Emma will be)
(Nothing wrong with taking measures)
(I also wanted to use that as an excuse to show off my cute fiancee)
~~ Flashback ~~
Merchant: I’ve heard rumors, but it looks like the real deal, Your Highness.
Clavis: Yes. Go home with that image of our wonderful bond seared into your memory.
Merchant: As you say. However, Your Highness must have a lot on your mind…
Clavis: Oh, what sharp ears you have?
Merchant: In our line of work, you’ll need to be well-informed or you’ll miss out on huge profits. His highness comes from a prestigious line that has served the Michel family for generations… I’ve heard that the head of the family is making some kind of move.
Clavis: What, it’s just some stubborn old man trying to play games with me. However, it’s not my intention for my fiancee to hear about this.
Merchant: Of course I’m aware of that. There’s already been rumors going around about Your Highness and the head of the family… People always want fresh rumors. I’ll do my small part to help. This is not just a quarrel between Your Highness and the head of the family… The huge profits coming from paying tribute to Lady Emma are what we merchants are after.
Clavis: Haha, you’re very competent. I also like to choose my business partners carefully, but I think I can work well with you. Can I expect great things…?
~~ End flashback ~~
(That party went well. Doesn’t look like Emma noticed anything was amiss)
(After all, there’s always troubling rumors when it comes to women related to royalty…)
(I can’t forgive such rumors that would wipe Emma’s smile away)
~~ Flashback ~~
Emma: Mhmm…All these sweets are just to my taste!
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Emma: Their signature “Rabbit and Leopard love explosion cake” in particular is the tastiest…
Clavis: I see, I see. It was worth asking the owner for some privileges as an investor.
Emma: Ah, so it was Clavis’ idea after all.
Clavis: Haha. I didn’t think you’d notice. Your power of love never ceases to amaze me.
Emma: You’re just easy to understand. Hehe…I’m really fortunate.
Clavis: Hm?
Emma: With you, there’s always something going on every day, but I’ve never felt unhappy. Thank you always, Clavis.
~~ Flashback end ~~
(It’s my duty to protect that smile…)
(Both as a gentleman and as her fiance. I don’t want to be a useless man that causes her trouble)
Suddenly, my eyes landed on a rabbit plushie I had left on the table.
With this I could use as a substitute for Emma for when she’s not by my side.
I reached out for the rabbit and hugged it close as I fell asleep.
I’d be dead if anyone were to see me like this, but this room’s a safe space protected by a lock and key.
(Emma…)
(I wonder if you still feel fortunate at this moment…)
(...)
(...)
(...Mn…)
???: -vis…
(Wha…I think I hear…something)
(No…I’m still half asleep)
(Is it time…for the meeting already?)
(But…the bell hasn’t rung yet…)
Clavis: Nn…It’s not…time yet…
(I’ve been pulling a lot of all-nighters…lately…)
(Outside the rumors and the investments…there’s still more to do…)
(And…huh…)
(...)
Clavis: *yawn* I’m…sleepy…I’ve had enough, good night…
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(I don’t want to…wake up…)
(...)
(...Mn…)
(That…scent…)
(Smells like Emma…)
(If…)
(If anyone could enter this room…it’d be Emma…)
(...)
(?!)
It took only a moment for me to wake up from my nap.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Emma right there, smiling at me.
Clavis: …
Emma: G-good morning…
Clavis: …
Emma: Are you still half asleep?
The moment I realized what was going on, I got to my feet.
I hurriedly grabbed my ascot tie hanging on the back of the couch and composed myself as I tied it.
(Damn it, I’m such an idiot…)
(I gave Emma the key to my room)
(If Cyril came calling for me and I didn’t respond, then he would’ve asked Emma for help…)
I casually stuff the rabbit into a corner of the sofa.
Clavis: Emma…
Emma: Yes?
Clavis: What did you see?
Emma: Your sleeping face.
Clavis: Did I say anything strange?
Emma: You said something cute.
Clavis: …I see …
I couldn’t put on my usual smile and hid my face with a hand.
(I talked in my sleep, and she probably saw the rabbit too…)
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(...I feel like dying)
Somehow, my face felt hot enough to boil water.
Emma: Are you, by any chance, embarrassed?
Clavis: Haha, there’s no way. It’s just that, you know… Yes, I thought it strange for you to sneak into my room without permission.
Emma: Hehe…You prank me often.
I thought I’d return the favor.
Clavis: I see…you got me
(I never thought someone would try to get revenge at this point…)
(My cool front’s now ruined, isn’t it?)
(Does she think I’m cute or something…? It’s okay, really)
When the heat somewhat subsided, I removed my hand from my face.
Emma’s eyes weren’t filled with disappointmentーThey were sparkling.
Emma: And it’s my dream to become a Clavis master.
Clavis: Hm? What’s with that amusing title?
Emma: It’s a title reserved for those that you know ins and outs, and can hold the reins.
It was a great learning experience today to see Clavis after you woke up from your nap.
Clavis: …
(If you say so, then you’ve already become a master)
(Because you’re the only one that has me completely wrapped around your finger)
Emma: By the way, Clavis. Here.
Emma pointed at a spot above my ear and I quickly smoothed that spot down.
I felt the bounciness of my bedhead and wanted to jump into a hole.
Emma’s shoulders shake and she looks down as if she couldn’t hold back anymore.
(Well if Emma’s enjoying herself then it’s not so badー)
(ーNOT. I need to fix this as soon as possible)
Clavis: That’s a good attitude, my dear fiancee. I like your courage to prank me as part of your journey to becoming a master.
However…
I grabbed her hand and sat her on the sofa before pinning her down.
In the same way, I’ve mastered Emma.
I think about her all hours of the day.
In this case…I could think of one or two tricks.
Clavis: You should be more careful.
It’s too naive to be satisfied with a prank. You have to expect payback.
I kissed Emma’s forehead before sliding my lips down to her cheek and then jaw, turning her face a bright red.
(Good…)
Continuing my attack, I placed a hand on her smooth leg and let it crawl upward.
I fiddled with her skirt, which had hiked up from me pushing her down.
Emma: C-Clavis…It’s almost time for the meeting!
Clavis: I know.
Emma: But your hands are still wandering…!
Clavis: Thanks to you, I woke up ahead of schedule. I have plenty of time to tease you.
(If I want to call myself an elegant, magnificent, joyful, and loving gentleman, I’ll need to forget what just happened)
Any protest is silenced by a kiss.
This usually sweeps Emma awayーor so it would seem.
However, just as our lips parted, my cheeks were caught between her hands and pulled back in.
(Wha…)
Emma took the lead and kissed me. It wasn’t a sweet peck, but an adult kind with a lot of tongue.
I was taken aback, not expecting this kind of retaliation.
Emma: Don’t underestimate me.
I’ve been poisoned by you to the point that Cyril side-eyes me.
(...)
(Ah…Forget it)
(In front of such a lovely thing, my mistakes are not important)
Clavis: When did you get so good at handling me?
Emma: Hehe, does that mean you approve?
Clavis: Yes, I’ve lost.
(Emma is so much better than me)
Emma: You can leave yourself to me.
With Emma, my fatigue’s washed away by happiness.
(At the end of the day…I’m working for myself, not my lovely fiancee.
(To make this happiness eternal…)
(Let’s go the extra mile)
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lettersfrompanem · 3 months
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🎄𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆🎄 || 𝒔𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒙 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
A/N: you replace Coriolanus in some things & say what he says in the book, but in a much more friendlier way. and without that hideous inner monologue.
Part 1/4
cw: none! other than Sej being a cutie. fluff everywhere you look 🥰
wc: 823
Everything’s ready and decorated for the party, which will be held in the last class before holidays break — meaning now. Even Dr. Gaul had a rather festive gown, still true to her eerie dressing nature. You look around and smile a little. Everyone’s much cheerful now, dressed for the occasion.
“Welcome, students,” Dean Highbottom says. “Before we start, we’d like to announce who will be a mentor in these upcoming Games.”
You turn around and see Sejanus looking down miserably. Poor thing, you think.
“So. The lucky ones are: Livia Cardew, Sejanus Plinth, Festus Creed, Lysistrata Vickers, Coriolanus Snow…” As Dean Highbottom continues reading the list, you glance over at Sejanus. Of course, he knew he was going to be chosen. You didn’t listen to anything else until the dean reads out your name. Fuck. Now what will you do? Sejanus’s dark brown eyes shoot up, fear fleeting across his face. “Now. The boy tribute from 1 goes to Livia Cardew. The boy tribute from 2 goes to Sejanus Plinth. The girl tribute from 4 goes to Festus Creed. The boy tribute from 12 goes to Lysistrata Vickers. And just but least… the girl tribute from 12… she belongs to Coriolanus Snow. That concludes all the formalities,” says the dean. “Let’s celebrate now before we resume classes and start preparing the mentorships. Merry Christmas to you all,” he concludes and steps down from the podium. The students reply with the expected “merry Christmas”.
Sejanus hurries to your side. “I-I don’t think I can do this. Please. I can’t stand mentoring someone from back home. I simply can’t. Please, Y/N, trade tributes with me. It won’t be better, but at least I don’t feel as awful.”
You look at him sympathetically. “Oh, I wish it was allowed… what about your father? Imagine turning down the tribute he lobbied for.”
He hesitates. Without much conviction, he says, “I don’t care.”
“Let’s not think about that today. We’re practically on recess now!”
“You’re right,” Sejanus nods. “Let’s enjoy this bit of freedom, however ephemeral.”
“Ooh, look, there’s pie!” you giggle. “Want me to get you some?”
“I have legs, I can walk,” he chuckles. “Let’s go.” You nod and smile. You feel a few pairs of eyes looking at you both, but you don’t give it much thought. Let them talk and gossip whatever they want.
You cut some pie for you both and hand him his plate. “Here you go. Should we sit?” He just nods, following you to the nearest table.
“I almost forgot. Ma made extra sandwiches.” Sejanus picks up his book bag from the floor and takes out a box. “There we are.”
“You won’t share with the rest?”
“No. They’ve got a lot.”
“Oh. Alright,” you nod.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?” you hum, taking a forkful of pie in your mouth.
“Why are you here?”
“I’m… not quite sure why you ask…?”
“Like… why are you here with me? Do you just tolerate me?”
“More than that,” you chuckle. “I’m your friend. I don’t care where you’re from. Capitol or districts… doesn’t really matter to me,” you shake your head. Then something green catches your eye. “What’s that…?”
“What’s wh—” Sejanus follows your eyes and stops mid-sentence. “Mistletoe? Haven’t seen that in ages!”
“Why’s it hangin’ there?"
“It’s a tradition. If two people are under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.”
“That’s a really weird tradition. So… we’re just supposed to… what? Kiss? Just like that?”
He shrugs and nervously scratches the back of his head. “I-I mean… we’re supposed to, yeah.”
“What if we don’t?”
“It’s bad luck.”
“Not gonna risk myself on that one," you giggle. “So, um… should we start, or…?”
He nods and gulps nervously. “I-I guess…”
“Alright then,” you grin, setting the food aside before leaning over the table. “You ready?” He just nods again, speechless. “It’ll be okay,” you say, more to yourself than to him.
Sejanus edges closer to the table and leans over. “So what do we do now?” he asks, giggling. “Close our eyes?”
You shrug. “Dunno. I’ve never done this before.”
“I think we’d be more comfortable with our eyes closed.”
You nod and close your eyes as your faces draw closer like magnets. You can feel his breath tickling your lips and you smile a little. As his lips gently and timidly brush yours, you let your mind run free. “Don’t be shy,” you tease, giggling. Sejanus finally presses his lips to yours, daring to cup your face between his hands. Just as some warmth begins to stir in your stomach, he pulls away. “Wasn’t that bad, hmm?” you chuckle.
“Not at all. I hope this won’t change things between us, though. I hope we’re still friends.”
Well, friends don’t kiss like that, you think to yourself. But you just say, “Of course we are.”
His face softens in relief. “Okay, thank you.”
“What about luck? Does it really work?”
“Honestly? I have no idea,” Sejanus chuckles, blushing.
𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…
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ipegchangbin · 1 year
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“stalling time” — sub ! dj ! bang chan snippet
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i wanted to pay tribute to my first ever sub!skz au (and my first real post), so here’s a little spoiler for something i’ve worked on since the dawn of time — stalling time !
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It didn’t take long for the fruit cocktail to be all swished down your throat, leaving the addicting taste of sweeter citrus on your lips and tongue. The scents you invested in stuck to your clothes and skin, only making you stand out further in the open-air beach club.
Chan looked entranced by you. Enveloped in nothing but the sight of you, hugged by your scent, pierced through the heart by how stunning you looked in your clubbing outfit. It was simple and airy, much like the cool night breeze from the shoreline. His eyes glanced at the empty glass that held your drink, refraining from licking his lips and wondering what yours probably tasted like.
He wanted to kiss you again.
You turned to Chan. “Speak any languages?”
“Yes—hey, why are you asking this now?” Chan asked back. “That’s so random.”
“Sorry, I speak small talk,” you replied with a wink.
Chan bowed his head and chuckled hard, his eyelids turning into crescents. Only then did you notice the hint of glittery eyeshadow he put on, his favorite accessory when it came to his gigs.
“Really, I want to know you better, Channie.”
The nickname left him dizzy. The alcohol in his system suddenly felt like nothing compared to how drunk he got in the way you said it. He didn’t know what you were planning but it felt addicting. Nobody had ever called him something so affectionately, bordering on both hot and cute.
“English, Korean, a bit of French, and I’m a little fluent in Sexyguytalk.”
You blinked at his last statement. “Sexy-guy-talk…?”
“Oui, mon amour.”
It took you half a second to properly process the joke, but the laugh you let out was all that Chan needed to fall even harder. Even if you slapped his thigh in the process — why did he really enjoy that? — the sound of your confused yet amused laughter became his favorite song to listen to.
He rubbed the mark you left on his thigh. He knew you did it out of habit but he got flustered.
He decided to distract himself. “Again, why’d you ask?”
“Can’t I be curious?” You simply responded.
“Trying to get close, huh?”
“Well, I don’t know, I think I warrant a little bit more after getting a free kiss from the cutie music man.” You pushed an elbow against his arm.
“Oh.” He sat up and scratched the back of his neck.
The way he looked, blushing and shy all of a sudden, made him even more irresistibly adorable. Seeing him like this gave you the urge to pet him.
Your hand made its way up to his, gracing the nape of his neck, and you petted his head. Your fingers intertwined with his hair. He straightened it earlier but it seemed to wave out in the wind; his naturally curly locks coiled incredibly loosely around your fingers.
“…Ah.”
The softest, lightest, and most subtle hint of a whimper betrayed Chan’s throat, but you heard it. Chan immediately tried to hide his reaction but you could see the panic in his eyes as he scanned your face, hoping you didn’t notice his squeak.
You did, though, and let him know it with blinks of disbelief. Chan felt like burying himself in the sand or diving back into the pool out of embarrassment.
“…You like that?” A gentle smile graced your lips. Chan subconsciously leaned further into your palm.
He was rendered speechless but you knew.
Now you knew he liked getting his hair pulled; what he didn’t know was that you enjoyed the thought of indulging in it.
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this isn’t final but lmk if you want to be in the taglist :D
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sweaterweather-247 · 2 years
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Dating Finnick Odair Headcanons
Finnick is a handsome charming young man who has the heart of the capital.
You two grew up together in district 4 and he fell in love with you.
When he was reaped you cried, you had a crush on Finnick and you couldn’t imagine a life without him.
He won the games and he came home and confessed his love for you.
You two started dating soon after that.
Finnick constantly flirts with you even after you’ve been dating for years.
He just loves seeing you blush.
Flirt back and he will be a blushing mess and stutter like hell.
Constantly making out anywhere where there isn’t cameras.
You know why Finnick occasionally leaves and you hate snow for forcing Finnick to be a prostitute.
You comfort Finnick after his “appointments” as he calls them.
Finnick doesn’t let any people from the capital go near you, they wouldn’t like that Finnick has a real lover.
He knows what would happen to you if they knew.
Finnick always writes you poems.
He calls you: love, cutie, my love, darling, my heart.
Your nicknames for him are: love, hunk, king, mah love.
You two always go swimming together and try to see who cam swim faster.
Finnick teaches you how to use a trident and how to fight incase you’re ever reaped.
He brings you to hang out with the other victors.
You watch him train the other tributes and comfort him if they die.
Cuddles all the time.
Finnick is the big spoon and is an amazing cuddler.
He holds you so tightly because he worries that one day he’ll lose you.
You hold him tightly through his nightmares.
Finnick is crazy protective of you.
He doesn’t want to lose you.
He glares at anyone who looks at you in a wrong way.
He will fight anyone who makes you uncomfortable and he will win.
Finnick wants to marry you and have kids if you want to.
He already has your wedding planned.
Finnick does get jealous a little bit, he knows you love him.
When someone starts flirting with you, Finnick comes over and kisses you, making the other guy uncomfortable.
You tease him for being jealous but he denies it.
You do get a bit jealous too.
The reputation of having a parade of lovers doesn’t bug you because you know he doesn’t love any of the women he sleeps with.
But other women believe it and often try to get Finnick to sleep with him, he always tells them off.
Sometimes you go up to him and make out with him to tell the other women to fuck off.
“Who’s jealous now cutie?”
Finnick always plans the best dates and your favourites are on the beach where you two had your first kiss.
You two started dating when you were both 14 and for 4 years he was terrified you were going to be reaped.
Once a week Finnick trained you to fight and you always viewed it as him being overprotective.
But you honestly loved it when you got pinned by him when you two were wrestling.
You live in victors village with him.
He purposefully makes your shared room close to his workout room because he knows you like it he works out.
You also both have your own bedrooms incase either of you want to be alone which is usually just you because Finnick is a clingy boy.
If you two fight, it’s usually about your safety because some times he can be overprotective or push you too hard during training.
Usually you two go to your separate bedrooms to cool off.
Finnick ties knots to calm himself and will sometimes go and talk to Johanna for advice.
He will always apologize with flowers and poems to express how sorry he is.
You two take care of mags together and she loves you so much.
Finnick loves the way you take care of her.
You love her so much because she helped Finnick win the games by teaching him to tie knots.
You even offered to let her live with you guys incase she can’t do things by herself anymore.
Finnick loves you so much.
He loves that you don’t just love him for his body but for all of him.
You love how caring he is and how selfless he is.
Finnick is the best boyfriend you could ask for.
(NSFW sorry if it sucks)
Finnick is great at sex because unfortunately he was exposed to it at a young age.
He waits for when you’re ready and when you are, he’s so excited.
Finnick is a soft Dom.
He goes as fast or as slow as you want.
When Finnick is a little bit too jealous he will take you to a secluded area and fuck you there.
When he’s feeling needy, missionary postion is his way of being close to you.
He kisses you all over your body and will leave love bits if you want him to.
Finnick can last really long in bed, if you can’t he’ll help you with that.
After you’re both done, he cleans you up and cuddles you all night.
If he’s tired, he’ll lay on top of you all night.
He just wants you to be in his arms forever.
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my cuties ❤️❤️
"In Queen Mary, the King had what I might describe as a pillar of strength. She was truly one of the most outstanding personalities of the last forty years, and it is difficult for me to pay an adequate tribute to her memory. You are so accustomed to see her depicted in a very elegant close-fitting coat, by day, with a fur collar (in winter), a small toque on her head and always that dear umbrella in her hand ; and in the evening, and on state occasions, she was a truly regal figure, her dignity enhanced by the wonderful jewels which she wore"
My memories of six reigns
by Princess Marie Louise
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jounosparticles · 4 months
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what r ur thoughts on the guild
i like the guild a lot actually!! i’ll give a brief opinion on the members!
francis: i didn’t like him during the guild arc but anything after that has been great. the fitzgerald rising chapter/episode really made me love him
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(maybe it’s just me being a bit of a capcom nerd but was this an ace attorney reference? the positioning and font makes me think it’s a tribute to phoenix wright)
mark: i just like him. his design is cool and his ability is sick!!
john: i actually can’t wait to see him again. i really really hope they touch on his reformed guild bit soon. him vs fitzgerald maybe to form the group? his ability is great and i love his "new" design. the more i think about him the more i like him. cool guy.
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nathaniel: i love his design and his ability is cool but he annoys me a lot as a character sorry </3
poe: LOVE HIM!!! he used to be a top 5 character for me but i still adore him. he’s silly and i love his design and karl is awesome. really fun ability as well
louisa: i kinda feel bad for her. let’s get my girl some confidence please. she’s a cutie though
lovecraft: i think he’s neat. id like to know more about him. i seen a theory that said he was a cthulhu-type that can turn into a human, but stormbringer i believe states that only humans can develop abilities, so wtf is lovecraft? maybe he was some sort of creation? idk
lucy: LOVE HER!!! her design is so cute and her personality is great. i’m so glad she’s part of the main cast. the canadian rep for me
james: i wouldn’t even blame you if you didn’t know who this guy was. certified background character. he has like maybe two lines maximum. he may be the first bsd character that has zero fans. i’ll be his first fan. hi james from bsd. ur alright. he was given a name so hopefully he at least makes some sort of reappearance. update: nevermind i looked him up and he’s the guy the mafia killed after the whole anne’s room thing. i thought it was some random guy. he’s so nothing i forgot he died. sorry man
herman: he’s kind of handsome. a nobal man but i have nothing more to say. idk exactly what his ability is though (except that it’s a whale) so more clarification on that would be nice
margaret: yeah honestly nothing to say. she seems nice from now francis spoke of her. and her and nathanial are a funny duo but on their own i don’t really care much about either tbh
one thing that has annoyed me a lot lately is this picture of the guild from the anime:
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characters in order from left to right: ??, herman, james, margaret, nathaniel, francis, louisa, john, lucy, mark, lovecraft , ??
my issue with that photo is that neither of the "??" characters look like poe. the one sitting on the far left kind of looks like another version of francis, but why would he be there twice? and where’s poe? and who’s the other guy on the far right? he kind of looks like atsushi but i don’t see why he would be there.
sorry that photo bothers me a ton, i’d like to know who the ?? people are.
anyways overall i like the guild a lot. i hope francis’s new guild and john’s reformed guild combat. i hope we get to see the characters more!
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