#alma coin x reader

[eliaparadiso]

Alma Coin NSFW Alphabet

Why did I make this? Well I refuse to believe I am the only person who wants to be railed by this woman.

Warnings: Smut, BDSM 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Quiet, she gets quiet. She’ll immediately get out of bed and get back to work or find something to busy herself with. She’ll get you a glass of water and then send you on your way or if you are staying in her unit let you go to sleep.  

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your hips. They are her favourite thing to touch and grab.

Her shoulders and biceps, she might not look it but she is strong, she is after all a soldier first and a president second.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She’ll lick her fingers after she’s fingered you but will very rarely go out of her way to taste either you or herself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She loves to have you eat her out under her desk, and fantasises about having you do it during a meeting.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She knows what she is doing and does it with almost military precision.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. It gives her access to most of your erogenous zones and it’s easier to keep you open and spread for her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

She doesn’t have time to joke. She is a woman on a mission and there is no time for laughter.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Full bush

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She’ll give you some nice soft kisses, at most whisper that she loves you but true intimacy is not something she has the ability to handle anymore.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She used to do it all the time during her reflection period, now with the rebellion she has no time for that.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise, praise, praise and corporal punishment she likes to spank and punish

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Her room, occasionally her office but only late at night when no one would bother her.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Winning, she very much enjoys celebratory sex. But seeing you out of uniform will always elicit a response.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Force you, she may be your commander and President but she respects your boundaries. She’s not a capitolite.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving, she prefers to finger you or fuck you with a strap on.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Quick. She likes to make you cum as quickly as possible and prefers you do the same. If you have a little more time she will make love so to speak.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Lives for them. Quick and dirty especially during your reflection period

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

No, most certainly not. It would be unprofessional for anyone to stumble upon you. Doors are always double locked.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She always comes quickly, she won’t say no to a second round but rarely has time for more than one.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, toys are practically mandatory in 13, sexual health is important. Vibrators and strap-ons and the occasional paddle will make their way into your coupling.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only if you have been very very insubordinate will she tease. After all, only good little soldiers get to come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not a single sound, she’d rather bite through her own lip/hand then admit you can make her scream.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She gets really excited when you call her Madam President or commander in bed.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She wears the standard issue, white or grey underwear under her jumpsuit.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average, unless she’s just pulled one over on the Capitol then expect to be pulled away from the festivities and on to your knees.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If there is nothing left to do, almost immediately but especially with the rebellion and the constant refugee crisis she’s up later than you almost every night.

[friendship-ditch]

Katniss x reader where r is coins daughter?

Anywhere

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: Being the daughter of President Coin herself, you have a bit more freedom than others to do what you want. And after meeting District 13's newcomer, Katniss Everdeen, you use that freedom to make her feel at home.

Warnings/Notes: None! Also, I loved this request, thanks for sending it!

Word Count: 3240

  “Then you should’ve saved Peeta.”

  You heard the unfamiliar, angry voice from far down the hall, echoing off the metallic walls.  It was cut off by someone else speaking, and then the sound of a door slamming open.

  Right when you reached the end of the hall, you collided with her.

  She smacked into you and then jumped back, clearly just as startled as you were.  She wasn’t from around here, that was for sure.  

  Her District 13 attire was new and hung loosely from her thin, underfed body.  Her dark hair was borderline out of control and she had this distinct smell of forests and nature that you’d never known below ground. 

  She stared at you through eyes that were a grayish blue, teary, and hollow in a way, then she stalked off in the direction of the elevator.  Boggs hurried out of the room on her trail seconds afterward.

  Once they’d both disappeared down the hallway, you waited a moment and then stepped into the meeting room.  

  You saw Beetee off to the side, thinking over his own problems in his intelligent mind, and on the other side of the table were the man you’d come to know as Plutarch, and President Coin, who you would usually just call ‘Mom.’

  “Who was that?”  You asked, casting a side glance to the doorway and reimagining that girl.  

  “That–that was Katniss Everdeen.”  Plutarch responded as he stood up.  “Our Mockingjay.”

  “She is not fit to be the Mockingjay,” snapped Coin as she turned in her chair to face you.  She gave you a soft smile that didn’t meet her eyes and then looked over her shoulder at Plutarch.  “That girl is broken.  She does not feel at home here.  She has nobody.  She’s been destroyed by the games.”

  You watched the two converse quietly.  This had happened a lot in the past few days, you hadn’t seen this much activity down here in ages.  Your mother, of course, denied letting you help, but Plutarch seemed to notice your willingness as he suddenly looked at you.

  “Then let's make her feel at home.”  He said, meeting your eyes with a smile.  “Y/n?”

  You blinked in surprise.  “You want me to be her friend?”

  “No.”  Coin interrupted before any sort of plan could be made.  “Y/n, I appreciate your willingness to help, but it’s not necessary.  Katniss Everdeen, as brave as she may have been before, is a fire burnt out.  We will find somebody capable to take the job.”

  You scowled.  

  There were two sides to your mother; the kind, caring and gentle one that you’d come to know best as had the District, and the super controlling one that grew bitter when things spiraled in a direction that was not hers.  You were the only thing that could roam wild without much more than a sigh, and you used that to your advantage, often.

  “She’s my age.”  You sat on the edge of the table.  “I could be her friend, then maybe she’d trust us more.”  You’d heard of Katniss, heard of what she’d done, and seen her multiple times on the TV, you just couldn’t recognize her now.  But now that the idea was in your head… you wanted to get to know her.  “You can’t just give up on her.”

  “Your daughter is right, Madam President.”  Plutarch flashed you a quick smile.  “Katniss has built too many walls and her fire has no oxygen, we just need somebody to break them down, then we can reignite her.”

  You silently rolled your eyes at the amount of analogies being used but turned to your mother with insistent eyes, silently begging her to agree.  You could use a new friend, and it sure looked like Katniss could too.

  Coin looked between the two of you with narrowed eyes, and then she heaved that heavy sigh that usually meant she had no choice but to agree.  

  “Okay.”  She said slowly, reaching to grab your hand.  “You’ll only have a few days, at least to convince her to work with us.  We’re running out of time.”

  “Don’t worry about it.”  You assured her with a big grin.  “How hard could it be?”

  Coin just squeezed your hand and nodded with a tentative expression.

  You found out a few hours later that it was much harder than you thought, even just to find this Katniss.  She was elusive, as if she didn’t exist at all.  

  You eventually resorted to finding Primrose, her sister, who told you where she’d be: her living quarters.  She hardly ever left them unless dragged out.

  “Hello?”  You peered into the room, scanning for some sort of dark shape, a body sunken into rough gray clothing, a face hidden behind untamed hair.  When you finally saw her sitting in the corner, it was as if your heart skipped a beat.

  Katniss stared at you like a cornered stray, nose wrinkled and eyes narrowed.  She didn’t speak or move, almost like a rock.

  “I’m uh, I’m Y/n.”  You stammered.  Had this been a mistake?  You were too far in to back down now.  “You’re Katniss, right?”

  The rock of a girl stared back at you.  “What does it matter?”  Her voice was grave, grumpy.  Adjusting to District 13 wasn’t very easy for anyone from the surface but she was clearly struggling harder than most.

  “I’m your…” you bit your lip, thinking of something to say, “tour guide.  Yeah, your tour guide, of District 13.  Formally sent by President Coin herself.”

  The lie, as stupid as it was, seemed to intrigue her ever so slightly as she sat up a little straighter.

  “What?”

  Okay, maybe she wasn’t that accepting of the idea yet.

  “They figured that if you got to know the place a little bit better, you could maybe feel more at home here.”  You explained, finally stepping fully into the room.  “Boggs was going to do it, but they thought maybe if I, someone your age, did, you’d feel better.”

  “Nothing will make me feel better.  And nothing will make this feel like home.”  Katniss muttered with a heavy sigh.  

  She seemed to regret the bitterness of her words though as she turned to look at you once more, her tone softer.  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s alright.”  You shrugged.  Back still pressed into the wall, you took a step closer to her.  “I’d.. probably be the same way if I was in your situation.  I understand that District 13 is not the coziest place in the world, but once you get used to it, it’s not too bad.”

  “Do you ever see the sun?”  Katniss stiffly stood up as if her body really was made of rocks.

  You paused.  “I do, a lot more than the others do.”  

  Sneaking up to the surface was a forbidden practice but you’d found a way up and didn’t tell anyone else.  It’s not like your mother would care anyway, she was often too busy to inflict any punishments on you.

  “But sometimes we go up in big groups, when the weather is nice.”  You add.  “We’re not complete cave dwellers.  Of course, there are some that are scared of the surface, but it’s not taboo.”

  Katniss slowly approached you now.  She towered over you by a few inches but her stature was uneasy.  “They seem very strict down here.”

  “They are.”  You shrugged and opened the door for her.  “But, you’re special, so that doesn’t matter.”

  “Special?”  She followed you into the hallway.  “I’m not special… if anything, I'm taking up more space.”

  This drew a spurt of laughter from your lips and a surprised expression on her face.

  “You’re like a legend down here.”  You chuckled.  “Most citizens will probably ignore you, but everybody knows who you are.  And then there are people like Plutarch and my mom who you’re really important to, even if they won’t admit it.”

  “Your mom?”  Katniss seemed surprised by this.  “Who’s your mom?”

  “That’s not important.”

  She scrunched her nose.  “Come on, tell me.”  

  The banter brought a small smile to your face.  You were breaking through to her, slowly, but surely.  

  “I’ll give you a hint.  You know her.”

  “I know a lot of people.”

  “But not a lot of people down here.”

  Katniss groaned.  She followed you into the elevator and leaned into the wall.  “I hardly know anybody down here.”

  You shrugged, smirking a little at her sudden annoyance.  Once the two of you landed on the floor you wanted, you showed her the cafeteria, and then took a left down another seemingly endless hallway in this metallic maze.

  “Think through the people you do know.”

  “Are you sure I know her?”

  “Very.  She told me she met you.”  Guiding her up a staircase tucked away to the side, you showed her some of the meeting rooms and offices in the government wing.

  Katniss bit her lip and studied you, looking at your features intently and trying to piece it together.  You didn’t look like anybody…

  “One more hint.”

  “The grayest person you’ve ever seen.”

  Bingo.  Katniss stopped and stared.

  “President Coin?”

  You grinned and whirled to face her.  “No, I’m y/n Coin.”

  If Katniss’s jaw wasn’t attached to her head, it would’ve fallen off.  She stared at you for a few moments, then shook off the shock.  She’d been friends with the Mayor's daughter back home, this wasn’t any different.  But still…

  “You seem shocked.”  You observed teasingly.

  Katniss’s pale face flushed a little and she quietly followed you down the hall once more.  “Sorry.  I just.. I don’t know, she doesn’t seem like the type of person to have children.  At least… not ones around my age.”

  You laughed softly.  “Well, I’m not her..  biological daughter.  She had one that was a few years older than me, but she died a little while back in an epidemic, so did my Dad.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.”  Katniss’s shock softened into sympathy.  “I couldn’t imagine losing my sister…”

  “It’s alright.  She was kind of an asshole.”  You smiled weakly.  “It hit my mother much harder than it hit me, though.” 

  Katniss solemnly nodded and the two of you walked in a gentle silence before she spoke again.  “I lost my dad too.”

  “It sucks, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah.”  

  The two of you exchanged a knowing glance, both silently acknowledging the quiet bond that was forming between you.  It was something both of you had been lacking for a while, but it felt good.

  Maybe she could be your friend.

  You just smiled gently at her and continued to walk.  “Well, we’re still here.”

  “Yeah…”  Katniss’s voice trailed off as she nodded once more.  She fiddled with a small black pearl as the two of you walked through the empty hall.  “Where… are we going anyway?”

  “Somewhere cool.”

  “I don’t really like surprises.”

  “You’ll like this one.”  You assured her, approaching an old door.  The lock had been busted years ago and was covered in rust.  You flashed Katniss a grin and then nudged the door open and entered.

  Inside was a huge, abandoned control room.  There were rows of platforms and forgotten machines left behind.  Half of the lights didn’t work but you’d been repairing them slowly, making them warmer, homier.

  The room looked as if it went on forever through the darkness around the edges.

  A few personal items were scattered around too, some cushions off to one side, some no-light flowers growing in some pots and some other little knick-knacks you preferred to hide rather than keep in your living quarters.  

  Katniss looked around in awe, her eyes chasing up the metal walls to the tall ceiling.  District 13 was impressive in itself, but this was even better.  This was a place that had been inhabited by humans, not the militaristic machines that roamed these halls.

  “What is this place?”  Her voice echoed through the quiet air.

  “It was an old mission control room.  The old president had most things run here, but after my mom took over, they moved closer to the center of the bunker.”  You explained, turning on a few more scattered lights you’d set around to keep out the shadows.  “But now, it’s my hideout.”

  Katniss looked at you with the warmest smile you’d seen on her cold stone face yet, and you knew you were making progress.

  The two of you spent hours in this hideout, talking, laughing, and seemingly forgetting about everything else that lay outside these walls.  It was something you’d both desperately needed and when you left, you felt like real friends.

  Even President Coin and Plutarch were surprised by the changes in Katniss.  She was still a little uneasy about being the Mockingjay, but you’d convinced her and supported her through it.

  After Katniss and her team went to District 12, you bid her goodbye and were going to work when your mother called you aside.

  She looked at you, her gray eyes studying your face as if searching for an answer to a question nobody had ever asked, until she finally spoke.

  “Katniss seems a lot happier.”

  “Yeah, she does.”  You smiled, sitting across from her.  “I’m glad she is.  She’s been through so much, and I know she misses Peeta, but–”

  “You seem happier too.”

  “I do?”

  Coin nodded, leaning towards you a little.  Her hand clasped yours gently and she tilted her head, long, perfect hair falling into her face a little.

  “I haven’t seen you this happy in ages.”  A rare smile softly spread across her lips.  “I know I haven’t been around a lot for you either, but… I haven’t seen you this happy since your father died.  It’s really nice.”   She never said his name, nor the name of your sister, the words were too painful for her, made her feel weak.  You would’ve yelled at her for that in the past but now it didn’t really matter.  You understood in a way, you couldn’t imagine losing…

  “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”  Coin finally said after a long pause.  “We don’t know how long this rebellion is going to last, how long she’s going to be here, what will happen after–”

  “What are you talking about?”  You frowned in confusion.  

  “I know you care about Katniss, a lot,” she said in a lower voice, “maybe you even love her…”

  Love her?  You hadn’t thought about it like that before…  You didn’t love Katniss, you couldn’t.

  But yet you thought about it anyway; how she’d sneak out past curfew and into your room after a nightmare so you could cuddle and lull her back to sleep, how during her propaganda filmings you were always right there and supporting her, how she told you everything, how dearly she missed her friend Peeta, stories from District 12, even the things she’d never spoken before… and you’d done the same.

  Your mother watched the realization dawn on your expression with a calm face.  She squeezed your hand gently and then reached to nudge hair out of your face.

  “You knew?  For… for how long?”  You stammered.

  She chuckled softly.  “Of course I knew.  I knew since you first agreed to be her friend.” 

  You blushed a little and looked away, embarrassed your mother had figured this out before you, but she gently turned your face back in her direction.

  “I’m okay with it, if it makes you happy.”  Coin whispered softly.  “But I really don’t want you to get hurt.  You have to understand that.  I’ll do everything I can to make you happy, but… I don’t know, I’m just worried.”

  Your heart swelled in your chest and you leaned into her hand with a smile.  “I know.  I know you’ll always worry about me… but I think it will be okay.”

  “I do too.”

  “Thank you.”  You whispered softly.  “Really, thank you.”

  The stark president, and your loving mother, chuckled softly again and nodded.  “Of course, y/n.”  She murmured, then glanced at the clock on the wall.  “I believe the team will have returned by now, if you want to talk to her.”

  You were about to run off, then stopped.  “Actually, I have an idea.”

  Later that night, once the sun had set, you’d convinced Plutarch to send Katniss to the surface for… some sort of reason, you’d left that up to him.

  And when Katniss arrived back in the soft dirt of the forest, she found a trail of your flowers.  She picked each one up and followed the trail until she finally found the second surprise she’d ever love.

  You’d set up a small little area in the middle of the forest; lights were strung from tree to tree, flowers were practically everywhere, and there was some actual edible looking food set out on a blanket for the both of you.

  You were sitting at the edge of the shadows, watching softly.

  When Katniss saw you, her new bouquet in her hands, she just stared at you.  Her gray eyes were dark in the night but they were on you, waiting for you to say something.

  “Hi.”  You stuttered, meeting her in the middle of the clearing.  “I uhm… I would’ve invited you here myself, but I was busy setting up and–”

  “How did you do this?”  Katniss looked around in awe, just as she had at your hideout.  You kept pleasantly surprising her and she was more enthralled every time.  “And… why..?”

  “I’m the President's daughter, I can get away with a lot.”  You grinned, fighting the stampede in your chest.  “And because… I don’t know how long you’re going to be here, or how long this is going to last, so I have to say it now.”  You took a shaky breath.  “I love you, Katniss..  I really do.  I know I sound insane and all but–”

  Katniss cut you off with a soft kiss.

  When she pulled away, she was smiling, and crying.  Hot tears dribbled down her face and the hand not holding the bouquet was trying to wipe them away but it was futile.  

  “I love you too.”  Katniss whispered softly, voice breaking.  She’d never said those words before, not like this, but she wanted to say them forever and ever now.

  And you would listen to every single one.  You smiled and cupped her face gently.  

  “You’ve made me feel safe here, feel like… I’m not alone.”  Katniss whispered through her tears.  She smiled pathetically at her emotions and tried to wipe them away again.  “I-I never thought anything would make me trust District 13, but you’re here and… and I love you, so much.”

  “I don’t care where you are, or what you’re doing, I’m always going to love you too.”  You whispered with the same teary smile.  You pulled her into a tight hug, that once rock of a girl now human, and yours.  She buried her face into your neck, gently dropping the flowers so she didn’t squish them.

  “I don’t know what will happen after the war, but I want to be with you.”  You continued softly into her ear, feeling her squeeze you tightly.  “I’ll go anywhere with you.” 

  “I’d be… anywhere that you are.”

  “Really..?”

  “Of course.”

  Katniss lifted her head back up, face red and streaked with salty tears, but her smile was beaming now.  She looked into your loving eyes and then kissed you once more.

[ofhouseusher]

Against The Odds ↣ The Hunger Games fanfiction

She'd lost everybody she'd ever cared about. Katniss was the only family she had left. If Katniss died, she would follow. Two broken souls scarred with the wounds from their demons, playing a dangerous game of trust and love.

There is just one catch. If she embarks on this treacherous journey would she be able to handle the unlocked truths that could shatter the fragile balance of her world.

PROLOGUE

Chapter 1

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 29

HIIIII we are in the final chapters! I hope you'll cry a little!

MASTERLIST

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29. You burn with us

The next hours are a living hell. You find out Katniss asked Coin to kill Snow personally, with an arrow. All you can think about is that Effie will be the next one, and then the Games, and on top of it, with a painful irony, you miss Haymitch. You want to be in his arms, you want him to console you and kiss you, but what the fuck did he have in mind. 

He is not a killer. He is against the Games and you are certain he loathes Alma Coin so much and he doesn’t want her as President of a nation. You also know he can’t explain anything to you right now, because the rooms are bugged and the guards already have an eye on you. With Katniss’s decision and Peeta’s reaction, he needs you too. You don’t want him to be alone with his thoughts and his regrets.

Before you can think about it, you are knocking on his door. He opens in his boxers, maybe he was already in bed. The sight is definitely good, but now it’s not the time to think about it.

«Hey.» You start, not sure of how he will react. There is no need, because he pulls you in his arms.

«Look who is here.» He whispers like he doesn’t believe that. You look up to see him better and his eyes are so blue you could drown in them. Even the wrinkles near them are attractive.

«I’m still angry at you.» You state, but it’s less and less true the more you are against his wide chest and you inhale his scent. «But I love you. And I trust you. If you say this is the right way… I know you are a good man.» 

He lifts you up and he takes you to bed, so you can close the door. «I understand your reaction, I get it, really. But I’ve played this game more than you. I know how to do certain things.» He kisses your hand and you end up on his lap. 

«I’m sorry.» You murmur. You are still not sure about that, but he wouldn’t let children die, you are sure of it once the rage is gone. He spent years trying to save children, and he developed an addiction because he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

«You don’t have to be. You didn’t have all the elements, it was your right to be angry.» He kisses your shoulder. 

«I was so scared for Effie.» You confess. 

«Effie.» He passes a hand on his face. «This is a problem. I’ll think about it tonight. Don’t worry, we’ll get through it.»

«Can I stay here?» You look at him with big doe eyes and you kiss him on the cheek. «I can’t bear to spend time in that room alone.» 

«You are the angry one, Gorgeous. I’m the one who’s more than happy to share his bed with you.» He strokes your cheek and he waits for you under the sheets.

You take off your uniform and after a pit stop on the toilet (most of your things are in his room, you notice with a hint of satisfaction) you come back to bed. He immediately traps you in his arms.

«I missed you, old man.» And it’s kinda scary how protected you feel right now. 

«You smell so good.» He murmurs against your neck. «You know, you are possibly the last decent thing in this world.»

You open your mouth in disbelief, in a dumb expression you are grateful he doesn’t see. That’s better than “I love you”. He is never that affectionate. 

«Don’t be ridiculous, you have two children.» You dismiss. You actually don’t know how to take this kind of compliment.

«Yeah and I’m worried sick about them. But you… Ah, I don’t know.» 

«When I’m with you I breathe better.» You tell him to ease his explanation. «When I think about home, I think about your arms.» 

«You are a fucking obsession. I can’t think of anything else, it’s really annoying. Sometimes I need to actually think to not think of you.» 

This time you chuckle because he seems really pissed off and it’s hilarious.

«What do you think about when you think about me?» You ask him, tracing lines on his chest and upper arms. You are fishing for these compliments.

«You don’t need your ego stroked.» He lifts his eyebrows and you laugh. 

«C’mon! So I’ll have good dreams.» 

«I think about your lips, how kissable and delicious they are. Your hair, I really love your hair, so soft and they smell amazing. Your eyes, so sweet.» He kisses you but you raise a finger on him.

«Tell me the truth.» You laugh a little. You want to light up the moment because you feel like you really, really love him.

«But this is the truth! …Well, sometimes I think about how good your ass is in this uniform and how I can get you moaning when I kiss your breasts… but it’s only sometimes.» 

«What a chaste man.» You kiss his lobe. «I’ll have to corrupt you a little more then.» 

«Mh, Doll.» He looks at you, and for the first time you really believe he loves you. «I’m so lucky you like me.»

«I really do.» You promise. «I love you but I also like you so much.»

«We are really behaving like teenagers, right?»

«Yeah.» You confirm, grinning like an idiot. «But it’s kinda good, right? To have a little bit of peace in this war? A pause.»

«I’m your pause.» He smiles and he kisses you. 

«You are my peace.» You argue. «…Yeah, definitely teenagers.»

He pats your ass and he bites your shoulders. «Let’s play the part and make out, then.»

You are more than happy to obey - making out with Haymitch is the perfect distraction because his arms are so strong and he tightens the grip everytime you let out a moan - and soon his leg is between yours and you are quite sure you won’t end up just making out.

«You are my best friend.» He reveals instead, watching you in the eyes. 

«Yeah?» That, for you don’t know what specific reason, makes you so happy. You get up a little, to stay on top of him with a devious grin. «I have a really hot best friend.»

He catches your eyes - and your cleavage - with a smirk. «If you are talking about Effie, sweetheart, I’ll…»

«What are you going to do, old man?» You raise your eyebrow. You don’t expect him to take your face in his hands and just peppers you with kisses. That’s something you do, not him. You don’t know what has gotten to him tonight.

«Mh, nothing. Too pretty to do something.» He kisses your pout. «We’ll save everybody. Don’t worry.»

You nod. You know he has a plan. And if you need it, you’ll take down every guard to save Effie Trinket.

«Can we play the game where everything is okay and we are living’ a happy life with no problems at all?» You whisper. The game of distraction it’s the only thing that keeps you able to sleep at night.

During a war you need to sleep at night.

Haymitch gives you a kiss on your neck. «Sure. We are living together and our neighbours are…?» 

«Katniss and Peeta. Who are completely fine.» You decide.

«Makes sense.»

«And on the weekends Portia and Effie come to us and you don’t want to because you want to stay with me alone.» You explain with a smile that he tries to match. 

«They always steal you from me.»

«Exactly. But we all have dinner together. With my mom too. And Finnick and Annie, Perla and Lora… Cinna if he wants to.» You close your eyes. He steals another kiss. 

«That’s nice.»

You feel your eyes become heavy and you are so glad you are in his arms when you are falling asleep. «Yes. That’s nice.»

The next day you demand to see Effie, but she is not in the cell. She is preparing Katniss for the “Proclamation”, as they call it. She is preparing Katniss for when she will shoot President Snow.

A new era begins, they say. A new era of democracy or tyranny you don’t know.

You find Finnick on his way to see the execution. You are going too, because you want to keep an eye on Effie, maybe keep her out of the cell with an excuse. He seems tired, and Annie is not with him.

I would not leave Annie alone in a situation like this, she is a tool. It’s not the nicest thing to say, but she could be an important pawn and a leverage on Finnick and they could decide that, since she has been tortured in the Capitol, she could know something more. Just a question. An interrogation. An imprisonment.

«Odair!» You approach him. You try and fail to smile.

«Daisy.» 

Just “Daisy”. Not a flirt, not a joke. Must be about the vote, he is mad at Haymitch and so he is mad at you.

«About yesterday…» You don’t know what to say. I’m sorry about yesterday? Oh, I’m sorry if my boyfriend voted in favour of throwing innocent children to an arena to kill them. He didn’t mean to.

«You don’t agree with him.» He argues. Of course you don’t agree with the vote, and you don’t even think for a moment that Katniss Everdeen voted yes with the intention of keeping that yes. Katniss is the most maternal person you’ve ever seen, between Prim and little Rue, she is a natural. And she saved baby Ivy, so it’s not like she makes an exception for Capitol kids. 

«He doesn’t agree with him.» You are aware you should shut up, but you need to defend him. He and Katniss are going to be massacred for what they chose, but you know there is a reason. You don't know the reason, but there is one.

«They are children, Daisy.» His voice is harsh and he is angry, rightfully so. For the first time you see a glimpse of the boy who won the games. He is serious, and it kinda scares you a little.

«I know! Just… wait until today. Please.» You pray. He rolls his eyes.

«I hope you are right and not just in love.»

«I wouldn’t risk the children.» That is true, if Haymitch didn’t say anything you would have stopped the relationship. «Where is Annie?»

«In a room with Johanna and Portia. A closed room.» Even if with Johanna she is protected, you guess. As much as you don’t like the woman from District Seven, she and Finnick are best friends and she wouldn’t betray him.

«They have passepartout, nothing is really closed for them.» He gets what you are suggesting, but he shakes his blonde head. 

«She can’t see someone killed again.» 

You suddenly remember Annie Cresta’s story. The girl who went mad after seeing the other tribute from her district being beheaded. She was a career before, she played the part of the nice, sweet girl but she was trained to kill, and Finnick and Mags were her mentors. Finnick was only sixteen or seventeen, she was a year younger. They fell in love during the training, and she suddenly was a weapon against him, used and tortured until he would do what Snow wanted from him.

Snow wanted a lot of things from him. His body, his secrets, his youth. 

Maybe he deserves to kill him.

«Sorry, I didn’t think about it. Are you staying down with Haymitch and Peeta?» You ask, dubious of where you are going to be. Near to Effie, if you can help it. You also wonder where Lora and Perla are, if they chose to come or not. You know that Holly and Marjorie chose not to, they want to keep an eye on the people in the hospital. Everyone has this suspicion under the skin, they force joy for the end of the tyranny but it’s crystal clear something is wrong.

When you enter the place, after a line with the Thirteen citizens, you are stunned it’s so close to an arena. It’s like the place where you’ve had the parade, there are stands and terraces, places to sit. It’s a fucking show for them, not entirely different from the Games. 

You approach the sun, at least. It’s the first time you have had it in a long time. 

«No, I’m up. I don’t want to stay close.» He doesn’t want to be seen. He is not wrong. 

You are in the first row, tho. You are next to Effie, who has a guard behind her - damn it - and you are kind of scared of the new look of District Thirteen. Coin has put blue drapes around the building, and she is standing high, so high, in a grey vest that is slightly different from the others. You understand the crowd. Capitol City ruined their life in District Thirteen when they lost the revolution, and then they saw President Snow on the television for all their lives, like the public enemy number one. And you understand Twelve citizens even more, because you too feel the rage towards him for the years of famine and abuses and violence.

You just don’t feel like anything will change with Coin.

They dressed Effie. She has a white weird dress on, long lashes and a wig. You are not used to her wigs anymore, and you feel like this Effie is an old Effie and she should have stayed without all this Capitol rubbish. Then again, it’s not her idea. You are sure they wanted to show how Capitol she is.

«Welcome to a new Panem!» Alma Coin begins. «Today, on the avenue of the tributes, all of Panem, a free Panem, will witness more than a mere spectacle. We are gathered to witness an historic moment of justice. Today the greatest friend of the revolution will fire the shot to end all wars. May her arrow signify the end of tyranny, and the beginning of a new era.»

Everything feels wrong. Snow is almost insignificant, the man who scared the hell out of you in a car is standing in a black robe, waiting for his killing, and he is peaceful, he is so calm. He looks like a grandpa, and you know he is not, he is fucking dangerous and he should be stopped, but now you are terrified of Coin. She radiates power.

«Mockingjay, may your aim be as true as your heart is pure.»

Katniss is at the centre of the attention. She is the Mockingjay, she is not Katniss, the girl who yesterday was crying next to her sister in the hospital. Her makeup is now heavy and she looks older, deadlier. They want the symbol, not Katniss, because if you squint your eyes you can see a seventeen years old girl who has lost everything she had, who is worried sick for her sister and now she is forced to another execution. But no, they don’t want to see that, they want a hangman.

Haymitch and Peeta are on her left and right. The mentor, the man who created her, and the lover, the boy who never betrayed her. 

She takes an arrow, she prepares for the shooting. She aims at Snow, who is watching her with an infuriating satisfied expression.

And in the blink of an eye she shoots higher and she kills Alma Coin. 

You gasp in disbelief and you take Effie’s hand, to protect her from the guard. There is little need, because the guard looks as confused as you are.

Meanwhile, two guards take away Katniss and the people start to run to President Snow, to kill him. 

We have to get out of here.

You look for Haymitch in the crowd, but when you see him you also see something that freezes the blood in your veins. A sniper is pointing at him. A sniper, a guard, you don’t know and you don’t care.

He can’t die, he can’t die, he can’t.

Before you could think you run as fast as you can and you push him out of the trajectory with all the strength you have. 

«Sweetheart?» He asks, but you don’t listen to him because you feel something weird on your shirt.

«Why is it red? My suit is grey.» You notice, and before you could think of something else you suddenly feel a deep pain in your stomach and you can’t stay up anymore.

«No, you don’t die on me, Sweetheart, you don’t.» You are dying? But it’s not that painful. You just want to sleep. Yes, sleep a little. Five minutes.

«I love you.» You add, because it’s true. You begin to feel a little cold, you would love a blanket right now.

«A doctor, please! Please!» Effie screams, but you only see Haymitch. He is crying. He never cries, certainly not in public.

«Please, please Daisy, stay alive.» He begs you and it hits you. You are dying. There is no way out, you will be dead.

Holly will be crushed. You didn’t say goodbye. And Perla, and Lora… you don’t want to die. You didn’t think, you acted because you saw a danger but you don’t want to die. You are twenty four. You want to travel between the districts, you want to become an apprentice for Portia, you want to live with Haymitch and to wake up every morning with his kisses and you want to go dancing with the girls and to gossip with Effie and you don’t want to die.

Don't fuck it up. Don't be a hero, don't save someone because they look weaker than you. You promised him that.

«I’m sorry I played the hero.» You whisper, and now the pain is strong. It’s almost unbearable.

«Don’t you dare, Dai, honey, please.» He keeps you in his arms and you don’t want to because he is staining all his suit with your blood, and you want to tell him but talking is so, so hard right now.

«I love you.» You repeat. He needs to know it. He needs to know he is loved.

«I love you too. I love you, Daisy. Please. Please.» Don’t call me Daisy, you can’t even whisper now.

You hear him, and everything goes black.

[lythea-creation]

Broken Toys - Johanna Mason x fem reader (Chapter 8)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

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I returned to district 11 immediately after the end of the Games.

When I arrived home Mary hugged me tightly, which I did not react to. I had not allowed myself to take in my emotions. It would destroy me.

Mary gasped when her arms wrapped around me touching my bones. “(f/n). What would you like to eat?”, she asked me.

I shook my head. “I don't need anything.”

“Yes, you do! Please. I don't want to lose another child.”

That made me actually face her.

Mary's eyes were bloodshot, insinuating that she had spent more time crying than sleeping. Furthermore she had lost some weight as well, not as drastic as me, but still.

I did not want to make her feel worse. “I'm going to eat some fruits”, I promised and left the house again.

On the tree I held an apple in my hand, but could not even get myself to take a bite. The sorrow was lacing up my throat.

Suddenly Rue appeared in front of me, sitting on the branch like she used to. We had always enjoyed climbing together.

My apple dropped to the ground.

“Rue?”, I questioned quietly.

“I'm sorry, (f/n). I didn't return to you.”

“No, it's alright. After all you're here now.”

“Don't torture yourself like that. You know I won't come back”, her soft voice rang in my ears.

“How can you say something like that while sitting right in front of me?” My voice broke slightly.

Her hand moved to my necklace. “I will stay with you, even if you can't see, hear or touch me. It wasn't your fault. You helped me so much. Please, do the same for our siblings. Create a world where they won't have to face the cruelties we had to survive. Keep fighting. For me.”

She disappeared.

“Rue? Rue! No, don't leave me!”

I fell down the tree, tears streaming down my face. The fall had not been bad. Actually I did not even notice any physical pain at all. The sorrow I felt was overpowering.

“Please, come back”, I nearly choked on my words.

Rue was finally free from the suffering of this world. Yet I wanted her to come back to ease my pain, to comfort me like she had always done. I had never taken that for granted. Why was I being punished? What for?

I was a sobbing mess. All the emotions I had suppressed burst out of me.

The sorrow was replaced by rage.

I hit the tree, until my knuckles were bleeding, but even then I did not stop. I only stopped when my body refused to move anymore.

My knees gave in and I crushed onto the ground. Now I could feel my whole body aching.

Overexertion, neither sleep nor food for almost two weeks, emotional exhaustion.

I felt devastated. I caught myself wishing I had died during my Games. At least I would not have had to endure this agony then.

I woke up in my bed. Apparently I had blacked out.

For a moment I hoped that everything had just been a horrible dream, but lately the reality seemed to outmatch even my worst nightmares.

“Don't leave the bed until you have eaten”, Mary instructed me.

I had not noticed her until now.

Reluctantly I ate the food.

Rue had wanted me to continue living. Not an easy task.

A few minutes later I put my empty plate aside. “Where are the kids?”, I wondered because Mary was in my room, alone.

“They are here at home looking out for each other. We are allowed to grieve for a while as long as we don't await to get anything. But we should be fine, thanks to your victor money”, Mary explained.

“You should take care of the others. I'm old enough. I will be fine on my own.”

Mary took my hand, tears pricking at her eyes. “It still hurts. I'm even older than you and can barely take it.”

“You're her mum. Of course you are devastated”, I mumbled, averting eye contact.

She squeezed my hand making me look at her. “Rue and you shared a bond I couldn't nearly explain. I never saw anyone that close ever before in my life and that counts up to a few years by now. Sometimes I thought … I don't know … as if you two were living in another world. As if you had your own language only you could understand.”

My heart felt like it was about to burst, although I had thought it had already broken apart. “Please, stop. I let her down. I was her older sister, her mentor and a victor and still couldn't protect her. I'm a total failure”, I cried.

Mary simply held me, knowing that no words could ease the pain. No words, that did not come from Rue.

Since Rue's death, a part of me was missing, a major part.

Suddenly the door opened revealing a peacekeeper.

I immediately jumped out of bed.

“We have to discuss something with you, Ms (l/n)”, he declared.

“Who is we?”, Mary questioned.

“President Snow is here.”

My expression darkened at the mention of his name. “Where?”, I asked bluntly.

“In the office.”

My feet moved on their own.

In front of the office I stopped to calm myself. Doing something reckless would not help now. I needed to protect Mary and my other siblings at any cost.

I opened the door and looked at the intruder who was sitting on my chair. How could he make it feel like I was at the wrong place in my own house?

“Hello, Ms (l/n). Nice to see you again. My condolences for your loss.”

Mary's hand gently squeezed my shoulder. “Thank you. Can I get you anything? Tea or cookies?”, she offered politely, pretending the man in front of her was not the indirect murderer of her dear child.

“No, it's alright. I don't want to impose. Sit down, please.”, he instructed me.

How could he dare to behave like that? Like he was going easy on us after everything he had done?

Nevertheless I followed his order while Mary left the room.

“Assuredly, you are aware of the riots going on here in district 11.”

“What?”, I exclaimed shocked.

“You didn't know?”, he wondered.

I simply shook my head.

“Your sisters' death, especially due to Ms Everdeen's actions, caused some uprisings. We don't want her death to be even more tragic than it already is. The riots need to stop before more people die.”

Anger boiled up inside of me.

How did Snow even get here without being killed? Was it not too risky to come here only to talk to me?

“I don't want people to die either”, I replied.

“That's what I thought. It's dangerous right now. Someone they trust has to soothe them.”

Rather to make them stop resisting against the injustice of the regime.

“Ms (l/n). As Ms. Crawfords sister, mentor and a recent victor, you would be the perfect candidate for that task.”

His eyes bored into mine, but I did not shy away. Instead the rage inside of me grew.

“What do you want me to do?”, I questioned.

“To tell them that their behavior is meaningless and will only lead to more deaths. The Hunger Games exist to maintain the peace. If they rebel now, your sister would have died in vain.”

“I see. I will talk to them”, I promised.

Snow smiled suspiciously. “That's a great help. I know you are still grieving, but please fulfill the task as soon as possible. We don't want the district to be a dangerous place, especially with so many younger siblings you have. They would not even be able to defend themselves”, he threatened me.

“Of course”, I agreed. “If you would excuse me now. I need to take care of some things”, I declared.

Without waiting for an answer I left the office. “Mary, I'm going outside”, I informed her.

“Please, be safe”, she responded.

I took a shower and brushed my teeth before leaving the house.

Past the victor's village the scenery changed dramatically. That was not anything unusual, but the extent was.

Instead of working, the people rebelled against the peacekeepers. They stood up and fought. I had never experienced anything like this before.

Unfortunately the peacekeepers were fighting back and they were better equipped with their uniforms and weapons. Some of them were already setting up barbed wire fences.

Something had definitely changed. Katniss had given the people of district 11 hope and strength. She had inspired us to fight.

Rue's death had not been in vain, but the exact opposite.

I had to get my family out of here without Snow noticing. How was I supposed to do that? Suddenly someone touched my arm, startling me.

Before even looking I had punched the person in the jaw knocking them over.

“Jake? Sorry! But you should have known better than to sneak up on me”, I apologized/scolded my friend.

We had gone to school together and stayed friends since then. Though I had not seen him for a while.

“Right”, he grunted due to the pain. “I didn't even know you had such a strong punch.”

“I trained after the arena to be able to defend myself, just in case”, I explained.

“You have to help us, (f/n). After what happened to Rue everyone would follow you”, he tried persuading me.

It seemed like this year's Hunger Games had also made me more popular than my own. Snow and the rebels both wanted me to join their side, slthough there was not a side for me to choose to begin with.

“I have to go now, Jake”, I avoided his request and returned to my house.

To my relief Snow and the peacekeepers had left.

Shortly after my return the phone rang. “Hello?”, I answered.

“Gosh! Finally you are answering my fucking call!”

“Johanna? How many times did you call me?”

“Doesn't matter.”

“More than a dozen”, Mary enlightened me.

“I wanted to visit you, but they won't let me and don't even tell me why! What's up?”, Johanna wondered.

“District 11 resembles a war zone. The combination of Katniss' actions and Rue's death inspired everyone to riot.”

“Geez, that's it! Finally it's happening!”, Johanna exclaimed rejoiced.

“Snow and the rebellion both want to win me over. Seems like I became an important piece in this game”, I declared.

“Well. That's out of the question, isn't it?”

“I have to protect my family, Johanna.”

“Don't tell me you're going to support the Capitol?” I could hear the rage and disbelief in her voice.

“(f/n), you have a visitor”, Mary let me know.

“Sorry, Johanna. I have to hang up.”

“What? Wait!”

“I will call you later again”, I promised and hung up.

“Who is it this time?”, I wondered.

“He wants to meet you at a special place. Here's the map. It's your decision whether you go or not.”

Mary handed me the sheet of paper.

I flashed her a thankful smile and left.

“Wait!”, Mary called after me.

I turned around and she pushed a slice of bread and an apple into my hand.

“Right”, I remembered and started eating while following the instructions of the map.

It took me three hours to arrive.

To my surprise I was now standing inside a run over house that appeared to break down at any moment. If that was not enough, not a man, like Mary had said, but a woman was standing in front of me.

“Hello, (f/n). I suggest no one has followed you?”

“No. I made sure of that.”

She nodded. “My name is Alma Coin. I'm the leader of district 13.”

Shock. Confusion.

As I stayed silent, Coin continued: “That must be irritating for you. District 13 has never been destroyed. We are living underground and gearing up for the war against the Capitol. The time has finally come to throw over the regime. We want you to be part of that rebellion as you play an important role for district 11, the brave district that started the uprising.”

“So you're telling me that district 13 still exists and we have been fooled the whole time? Okay, that's not too hard to believe considering that the Capitol is always manipulating everyone. But how can I be sure that you are not lying to me?”

“If I belonged to the Capitol I would not have to make such efforts. I could simply threaten your family and you would follow me, wouldn't you? That's why I want to bring them to district 13. They will be safe there and you can concentrate on the rebellion”, Coin resonated.

Honestly I did not know how to respond to that. It sounded too good to be true. If something was easy, it could not be right. There had to be a drawback.

“Choose your side wisely. We won't ever get a chance like that again. We have to act on it now. Without your sister's sacrifice we would not be at this point now”, Coin clarified.

“How fast can you get my family out of here?”

“Immediately”, she assured me.

“I want to accompany you. To make sure that they are fine before returning here.”

Coin agreed. “Get your family and return here”, she instructed me.

Back at home I could not explain the situation to Mary. The risk of being overheard was too high.

“Mary. Can you accompany me to a special place? A place connected to Rue. Of course the kids have to come, too”, I requested.

Mary complied without hesitation.

In the hovercraft on the way to district 13 I explained everything.

Mary did not want me to join the rebellion, but knew it was important.

“I will keep on fighting for everyone that is precious to me. Rue … she started this war without intending to. Now we will win it together”, I stated while holding my necklace.

We had already arrived at district 13 and Coin had not seemed to be lying. So I was about to head back to district 11.

I hugged Mary and my siblings, gave them one last smile and entered the hovercraft again.

“Sorry, Rue. But this time it's different. It's too early for me to return to you. There is more than a game to win. But it has always been more than that, hasn't it?”

Next Chapter

[eufezco]

HEART TO HEART — FINNICK ODAIR x FEM!READER

Synopsis — It's hard to get your life back on track when the Capitol has gotten inside your head but Finnick is there to help you. You were enjoying a party in District 13 when you discovered something that triggered you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ And I break down, then he's pulling me in. In a world of boys, he's a gentleman ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Finnick looked at Katniss and considered himself a lucky man.

Although both of them had managed to get back the loves of their lives, their situations now were quite different from what they were used to. Finnick now looked at Peeta and realized how the Capitol had completely destroyed the friend he made in the games, making him incapable of telling the difference between what was real and what the Capitol put in his head. Finnick saw the sadness grow in Katniss' eyes as she and Peeta couldn't spend more than five minutes together without him wanting to jump on her neck.

You, on the other hand, had your moments of lucidity.

Finnick considered himself lucky for being able to enjoy the person you were before the Capitol took you, but the longer those moments lasted, the worse your breakdowns were.

Even though he considered himself luckier than Katniss, it wasn't being easy for him either. He hated to see you fighting the medical team from District 13 while they were trying to inject you with a sedative and the way he had to hold you so they could do it. He hated to see you with your hands and legs tied to the bed as you tried to free yourself from the straps that held you to the mattress. He hated to see your eyes red with rage, the way you flinched when someone made an unexpected move next to you, and how you could not help but be alert to everything that was going on around you.

But Finnick also appreciated when he saw you smile, or talking to someone who wasn't him, or seeing that you had changed your clothes that day or enjoying your meal in the dining room. The way your eyelashes fluttered when he spoke to you like he was the most magnificent thing you had ever seen, how you were always looking to have some sort of physical contact with him whether it was sitting too close at the table or something more subtle like seeking for his hand in the crowd as you listened to the words that Alma Coin pronounced.

The Capitol caused irreparable damage but they had not been able to take everything from you.

―Let's give a huge round of applause to Sarah and Mike from District 11!

The two siblings had been singing since dinner was over along with their band. The lights in the dining room were dimmer, not the cold white ones that gave you a headache every time you went inside. They had set up a small stage and some decorations on the ceiling. Alma Coin knew that Christmas was close and wanted to do something special to raise people's spirits, and it seemed to be working because after dinner, people had stayed to listen to the siblings sing, and some had even encouraged to go out and dance.

―We still have time for a couple more songs, any requests? ―The boy spoke into the microphone, looking at the audience.

It was your hand that rose.

Finnick and Katniss who were sitting at the table with you looked at each other. You got up from the table and walked to the stage, well, you didn't feel your feet moving on the floor, it was more like you were floating. You were enjoying the little concert so much that you had managed to remember all the lyrics of the songs that they had performed when just a few days ago you couldn't even remember your name, your feet moved under the table following the rhythm of the instruments and you even hummed some of the words.

Both siblings approached the edge of the stage and bent down to listen to the title of the song you were asking for. They looked at each other, satisfied, and more than approving your request. You went back to your seat at the table, happy, and before Katniss and Finnick could ask about the song, the little girl called your name through the microphone.

―Why don't you come and sing with us? ―She asked you in her sweet voice. All the people in the dining room were waiting for your answer, some you knew were encouraging you to come up like Haymitch and Effie, and others you knew were judging you just by the way their eyes were on you like Gale, but you didn't care because since your return you had never wanted anything so much as to get on that stage with those two kids.

Finnick held your hand, his eyebrows drawn together. ―Are you sure?

You nodded and showed him a little smile, reassuring him.

They welcomed you with smiles and sweet gestures to show you where to stand. They had placed a microphone in the middle of the two siblings for you.

―May I? ―You asked for the guitar the young girl was holding. She showed you a smile and gave it to you. The guitar felt out of place in your hands, as if it was a stranger and it was the first time you were meeting each other. That was not the truth, the truth was that you had been playing the guitar for as long as you could remember. You liked to play it for the children at District 4 while they sat around the campfire in the sand accompanied by Finnick and they sang with you. But now it all seemed so far away and the instrument felt odd in between your fingers.

You coughed to clear your throat without realizing that you did it right into the microphone. Finnick smiled at how innocent that had been and you smiled embarrassed. ―Sorry.

The two siblings from District 11 were looking at you with their big eyes and with smiles of comfort on their faces, waiting for you to start singing but all those people staring at you was all you could think about. You couldn't remember how the lyrics started.

Finnick nodded at you from the audience.

Can't take my past Can't take my history

The little girl sang for you. There was a friendly expression on her face. Her eyebrows were raised as she was singing the beginning of the song and she nodded as she looked at you, trusting that you knew the words and helping you with her kind gesture to find them.

You could take my pa But his name's a mystery

Her brother continued singing. A similar expression was on his face. Apart from your friends and Finnick, you had trouble finding people who trusted you in District 13. You didn't blame them because even you found it hard to trust yourself.

Nothing you can take from me Was ever worth keeping Nothing you can take Was ever worth keeping

Your voice didn't sound as you expected, it was still the same sweet voice as always. You expected to have completely destroyed it after all the screaming you did at the Capitol, but no, your voice was still there, just as Finnick remembered it. He was trying very hard not to burst into tears because he knew you were watching him.

The band played the song perfectly on their instruments while you tried to follow them on the guitar and more people listening to the lively rhythm of the song came out and danced in the center of the dining room.

Can't take my charm Can't take my humor You can't take my wealth 'Cause it's just a rumor Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping

Those lines you were singing meant so much, it was like pulling the middle finger to the Capitol. He had never seen you so happy since before the Quarter Quell. There was a smile on your lips while you sang, your body moved to the rhythm of the son, your hands moved skilfully on the guitar, and the boy and the girl from District 11 danced on the stage around you.

―Come on. ―Katniss stood and Finnick looked up at her with his green eyes glassy thanks to the tears.

―Come on where? ―Finnick asked.

―We're gonna dance.

Katniss took his hands and dragged him to the dance floor.

Thinking you're so fine, thinking you can have mine Thinking you're in control Thinking you'll change me, maybe rearrange me Think again, if that's your goal

You laughed into the microphone watching them and you handed the little girl her guitar back. You came down from the stage to join them. Katniss stepped back when she saw you coming and you followed Finnick's movements. He had always been a very good dancer so you let him lead you. You twirled around, laughing, until you were so dizzy that you had to wrap your arms around Finnick's neck, your fingers digging into his hair while his arms went around your waist.

―You were amazing. ―He told you, speaking a little louder so that you could hear him over the music. You hugged him again.

―I love you so much.

Finnick cupped both of your cheeks and kissed you. ―I love you too. ―He said before the group of little girls pulled you by the arm so you'd dance with them.

He kept dancing or something like that with Katniss but with his eyes fixed on you. The girls were being so nice; two of them held your hands while the other two were dancing on their own. Their hairs were tied up in braids and they even asked you if they could braid yours later.

But all of a sudden, you let go of their hands and took a few steps backward, bumping into the people dancing. The girls looked at you worried, had they done something wrong? ―No, no, no. ―You mumbled to yourself.

Finnick stopped and approached you quickly, pushing people out of his way when he saw the change in your mood. He took your face in between his hands, looking for your eyes but they were focused on something that wasn't him. You pushed him once his hands cupped your cheeks, only making eye contact with him for a few seconds and then going back to focus on something else.

When Finnick decided to follow your gaze, he felt a wave of heat form in his lower body and rise to his head. Cressida was behind Castor, directing how the shots of you dancing with the girls should look like. By that time you already left the room.

You tried to record a propo a few days after your arrival in District 13. Heavensbee, but especially Coin, were very insistent that you should do it. They said that your rescue and your dedication to the revolution would bring hope to the people resisting in the districts. You weren't too sure about it, much less Finnick and Katniss, who could see how bad was your state to be exposed to something like that.

You were still in a daze, confused with everything that was going on, and very weak physically when you stood in front of the camera in the ruins of District 13 covered with white roses. The smell of the flowers made you fall to your knees in the debris before Finnick could catch you and throw up everything you had eaten since you were taken out of the Capitol.

―I'm okay, I can do this. ―You said, wiping your mouth with the cuff of your uniform, but it was not true and you found out that when you got in front of the camera. Castor pointed the lens at you while Cressida repeated behind him what you were supposed to say. The spotlights were on you and also were the eyes of the president herself, who had come to the surface to see you film the propo, and suddenly you were back at the Capitol, sitting in front of Caesar Flickerman, drugged to the point where you could not remember your name just the words they'd been repeating for you to say during the interview. Your outfit was tight, your face was covered with powder and make-up so that the bruises would not be visible.

―Don't make me regret rescuing you. ―Alma Coin said to you with a smile on her face before the propo. Something similar to what he told you when the Capitol took you out of the arena.

―Don't make me regret not killing you.

After that day, only one type of images of you was broadcast for the rest of the districts to see and they were of you living your life in District 13, recording you when you didn't notice and taking advantage of the moments when you were doing well to show it to the rest of the nation and obviously, without your consent.

Finnick was not happy with that decision and he made sure to make it clear at the meeting at which it was discussed, shouting, running his hands over his face, offering himself to do all the propos they wanted. He was desperate to get them to let you recover in peace.

Katniss agreed with Finnick. She did not like the idea of turning you into a product to fool people into thinking that everything was fine, much less without having your approval. Haymitch and Effie were silent but neither did they agree with what Alma Coin wanted to do with you and Beetee suggested other options but nothing was as valuable to Alma as your image.

The only ones who openly agreed with Heavensbee and Coin were Cressida and Gale. She said that it would be good for the spirit of rebellion and that they would do it so discreetly that you would never know. On the other hand, it seemed like Gale had a lot to say even though he didn't know you at all, and because of that, he ended up in the infirmary that afternoon after he replied to Finnick's complaints by saying:

―There are times when we have to do things we don't want to do, you should know that better than anyone else.

And Finnick couldn't help himself and get up from his seat and before Gale could finish speaking Finnick's fist was already against his cheekbone. That same hand with which Finnick hit Katniss' friend was now smacking Castor's camera into the floor, a gasp could be heard from the people who had stopped dancing to see what was happening. Finnick pointed at Cressida with his index finger, threateningly.

―I warned you to keep that shit away from her.

Katniss was fast to intervene, stepping in between Finnick and the woman. She looked at Cressida with pure rage but knew she couldn't do anything with all those people watching ―Go find her.

Finnick approached the girls you had been dancing with. He knelt by their side. ―Did you see where she went? ―He asked kindly to them, perfectly hiding his nervousness. One of them pointed at one of the doors and he immediately knew where you were. He flashed a smiled to her as a thank you.

―Have we done something wrong? ―She played with her hands.

―No, she was having lots of fun with you. ―Finnick caressed the hair at the top of the little girl's head and stood on his feet.

―When you find her, please tell her we still want to braid her hair.

You were sitting on the floor, holding your legs close to your chest. You had already hidden in that place several times before. It was Katniss who found the first time because it was the same place where she would hide right after she was rescued.

You moved back and forth, mumbling words that Finnick could not decipher, and with your head down, your forehead resting on your arms. When you heard Finnick's footsteps getting closer, you tried to escape him, crawling backward and watching as he quickly approached so that you couldn't get too far away. He fell to his knees in front of you, grabbing your cheeks again to make you look at him.

―It's me. It's Finnick.

You analysed his face, your eyes moving fast across his face looking for any friendly features on that face but all you could see was the face of a traitor. Your lips trembled as they continued to mumble I don't think I can forgive him for what he's doing, Caesar. I didn't know Finnick Odair was like that, I didn't know he would join the rebellion. What you do in the games is one thing but what you do outside the arena is what defines you.

―You're safe. We're in District 13, you're not there anymore.

You're right, Caesar. He has tricked me into thinking he was someone he is not. I thank president Snow everyday for helping me realize.

―You're from District 4. We live together. Our house is near to the beach. You won the 72th Hunger Games. We went back to the arena for the Quarter Quell. The Capitol took you. I'm Finnick Odair. I was your mentor along with Max.

If he were watching this I would tell him to think for himself. It's not too late to start doing things right and stop this war, and if he is unrepentant and this has always been his true self, Caesar, I think I may have never lov...

―You're here with us and we will protect you. Katniss is here at District 13 and so are Johanna and Peeta.

...I think I may have never lo...

―You're okay, baby.

...I may have never...

You hugged Finnick tightly against you, your eyes wide open and your hands shaking from the strength you were putting into holding him to be able to feel he was real. ―I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's going on. I feel like I'm losing my mind. ―You cried.

Finnick shook his head while he held you almost as strongly as you held him. He kept whispering sweet words until he felt how your body began to relax. Finnick carefully pulled you away from him so he could use his thumbs to wipe away the tears running down your cheeks. ―It's fine, I'm here with you. It's not your fault, they've done horrible things to you but you're with me now, you're safe. They will have to go over my dead body to get their hands on you again.

He helped you to move so that you were sitting on his lap, with your head resting on his chest and his arms around your body. When some time passed and you calmed down, he could see it in the way your body had stopped shaking and also because you had stopped sobbing a while ago but you didn't want to separate from him, Finnick decided to try to cheer you up.

―Do you know who told me where you went?

You shook your head, really curious.

―Those new friends you made on the dance floor.

You pressed your lips into a smile, you were having so much fun with those little girls...―They were so cute, I must have scared them.

Finnick shook his head and kissed your temple. ―Not at all. They told me they'll wait for you. They said they wanted to braid your hair.

Now you really smiled, snuggling into his chest.

―Do you want me to take you to our room?

You shook your head, making yourself comfortable in Finnick's lap. It was not the most comfortable or welcoming place to be but he didn't want to rush you to leave. He was aware that they would be looking for you two, they would take you away from him and lock you in a room next to Peeta's, thinking that you were a menace and putting you in a place where the screams of the boy next door would drive you crazy.

―We can stay here for as long as you want then.

You hummed in response, closing your eyes and focusing on Finnick holding you in between his arms. Thanks to your head on his chest and the silence, you could hear Finnick's heart and you were relieved because it was the realest thing you had ever experienced. Its beats were peaceful but still managed to quiet all the noise in your head.

You were so immersed in Finnick's heartbeat you would swear yours was beating so hard against your chest because it wanted to escape your body so it could be closer to his.

[imaginesheaven]

GN!Reader x Valeria Garza – sibling’s love

Synopsis: Valeria has her Las Almas Cartel. You are one of the Los Vaqueros. Unfortunately, the two of you are twins. So, one day when TF 141 comes to arrest El Sin Nombre, you are confronted with your own family. It will be a hell of a ride to tell your mother, when both of you visit her for dinner together.

Here, something quick I wrote because I couldn't get it out of my head *haha* Please, let me know if you enjoyed it :)

Callsign: Doberman

Warnings: Swearing; violence

Length: ~1.5k

It wasn’t really a pleasant situation how you found out that Valeria – your own fucking twin – is the leader of the Las Almas cartel. Alejandro and Rudy had a long conversation who is actually going to tell you in person, because they knew you would be mad. In the end they just flipped a coin. Alejandro lost unfortunately. It’s an understatement that you were fuming with anger.

“VALERIA!”, you burst into the conversation between Graves and your sister. “You two know each other?”, Phillip looks at you with dislike since you interrupted him. “Ah, we are even closer than that. Same bloodline, eh?”, Valeria winks at you.

Alejandro and Rudy have a hard time to hold you back as you curse a whole lexicon of Spanish swear words over her. “That’s how you greet your long-lost twin, (Y/N)?”, she still knows how to push your buttons. Such a sibling thing of her.

“You disgrace our family. Father would turn around in shame in his grave because of you, pendejo”, you reply playing the same game she does. Valeria leans forward now the one who swears in Spanish; ready to pounce any second.

Graves puts his hand on her shoulder to keep her in the chair. “Get your fucking hand of her, gringo!”, you yell at Graves hating him from the second you first saw him. Valeria leans back in her seat. Something like proud shines in her eyes, “See? Don’t fuck with my little Doberman. I’m well protected.”

For a second your hand curls around the handgun by your side, then you raise your hands in a defensive gesture, “Tell them what you know, Valeria.” With that you turn around to leave before your short fuse will blow up finally.

“Fine, I will. We see each other Thursday for dinner at Mother’s place~”, she yells so you still can hear her words. You don’t turn around or stop. This is going to be the worst week of your whole damn life.

Valeria called you her little Doberman for most of your life, since you were always there to protect her. She is actually the older one for about a minute, but you took your task of keeping your twin safe very seriously. Both of you are very dangerous soldiers. Back when you served together side by side, you were a dream team. Until the day she betrayed you and the army.

Valeria would never admit it out loud that she actually missed having you by her side. She is also a bit jealous how Alejandro and Rudy held you back. It’s like they are your family now. Well, she can understand it after what she has done.

After Graves’ betrayal you didn’t want to be on the team with Alejandro and Gaz to secure Valeria. But what can you say? She is still family. You hate how proud and confident she looks as you put her into the car to bring her to the next prison. “I will be free in 24 hours”, Valeria smiles at you innocently. Both of you know that she tells the truth.

Thursday arrived. You hoped with all you have that Valeria would not be at the dinner with your mother, but no one heard your silent prayers. Your mother opens the door more than happy to see you alive and in one piece, “Come in!”

There she is; sitting at her old place at the dinning table with a glass of wine in her hand. Valeria opens her mouth to greet you, but you raise your hand to stop her right away, “Don’t talk to me, pendejo.”

“What are those manners, (Y/N)?!”, your mother puts her hand onto her chest. “Yes, my little Doberman. Why did you arrest me?”, Valeria smirks knowing exactly how to turn a little flame into a breaching fire. Family is the highest priority for your mother.

“You are fucking El Sin Nombre! I’m militaria! I can’t let you go because we are family!”, you sit down opposite of Valeria. Your mother watches the two of you with furrowed eyebrows, “You arrested Valeria? And you are the cartel leader? Dios mio!”

Your sister leans forward to emphasize her statement, “I just do what it needs to protect you two!” For a second you can see the old Valeria sitting there. “You almost shot me last week”, a slight smirk appears on your lips.

Your mother gasps loudly, “VALERIA! THIS IS YOUR FAMILY!” Your twin rolls her eyes annoyed, “I did miss, right? If I wanted to shoot you, I would have done it.” Laughing you grab the wine bottle from the table, “You were never as good at shooting as me, Val. A few things will never change apparently.”

In the same moment both of you put your handguns onto the table, showing each other no mercy. Just like the fucking old times. Neither of you would hesitate for a second to pull the trigger. It has always been like that.

“NO HANDGUNS ON THE TABLE!!”, your mother yells through the entire room. Both of you flinch with the intensity she still rules the house. “Sorry, mother”, you mumble under your breath and holster your gun quickly. Valeria does the same without any apology just like always. There only two or three things she is actually sorry about.

“If you are going to kill each other, at least after eating! I cooked all day long for you”, your mother shuffles into the kitchen.

Valeria and you keep shooting each other death glares over your plates. When your mother doesn’t look you kick each other underneath the table. Neither of you is going to back down like a true Doberman.

The rest of the dinner actually runs way smoother than thought. Of course, both of you help your mother with the dishes. Your mother puts on her favorite record as she swells in the happiness to have you both back safely.

“You missed a spot”, Valeria exclaims and points her finger at the plate in your hand. “Shut up, it’s clean!”, you still try to suppress your anger at her, but she keeps pushing you. Probably hoping to find your breaking point.

“I will tell Mom that it’s not clean”, she grins at you. Without a word you slap her hand hard so she lets go of the plate. It shatters on the floor into thousand pieces. “MOM! VALERIA BROKE ONE OF THE PLATES!”, you return the winning smile at her.

“No! I didn’t! You did that!”, Valeria tries to explain as your mother comes into the kitchen to find the mess on the floor. “Dios mio! Those are the good plates, Valeria”, she leans down to pick up the shards. Smirking you flip Valeria off with your soapy hands. Of course, behind the back of your mother. She would get a heart attack for sure.

Your twin rolls her eyes annoyed and throws the wet rag into your direction. “No fighting in the house, you two! You can beat each other outside. Do what you have to do to get out your anger”, your mother shushes both of you out of the kitchen. Valeria takes her chance to trip you on the way towards the front door.

“FUCKING HELL! You make me go haywire!”, you raise your hand to smack her square in the face. Suddenly your mother grabs your ear and Valeria’s to bring you down onto her level. She will always have enough strength left to lecture you two.

“I want you to get things right. Like I said: fight, shoot or whatever. I don’t care, but no killing each other. I will see both of you next Thursday to dinner again, comprende?”, she releases both of you with a slight smile on her lips, “Great! Have a nice evening. Love you!”

Without a further word you stumble outside with Valeria right behind you. For a moment you stare at each other, ready to blame the other one for this mess. Valeria starts first to laugh and you can’t help but join her.

“Well, that was fun. See you next Thursday, my little Doberman!”, she makes her way towards the black car that waits already for her. You don’t want to admit it, but you kind of look forward to it.

[pearlofthesirens]

You're Mine- Valeria x Fem!Reader(wlw)

my first ever wlw fic!! i feel like valeria doesn't get much love in the fandom either but i'm ready to be gay for her.

summary: Valeria is not afraid to show you that she loves you, even if it means to drop her tough girl attitude outside your lovely household

pairing: Valeria Garza x Fem!Reader

warnings: she/her pronouns used, internalized homophobia, slight cursing

now playing: Sofia by Clairo

word count: 1208 words(one thousand two hundred and eight words)

"I-I cannot explain why I feel this way."

"It's supposed to be wrong but I cannot stop it."

"I think I'm in love with you, Val."

Love. It was such a strange word to her, yet she never got tired of hearing it. What did it mean anyway? Caring for someone? She cared for her men, her money, the drugs she smuggles into the country, and she definitely did care for the reputation she had in Las Almas. But did she love them? Did she love all this?

A simple answer would be no. Because in a singular word, El Sin Nombre could easily say that her love was that one person who would place gentle kisses on her face and help her relax after a long day of dealing with shit at her job. Her love was that one person who kept an extra rubber band around her wrist just in case she needed to tie her hair, which usually rested in a overgrown bob around her face. Her love was the one she came home to, the one scurrying around in the kitchen to cook her childhood favorite. It was you.

"Need you, mi amor."

"Come here, Val."

Valeria couldn't help but instantly melt in your arms, her tactical vest and gloves discarded messily on the living room floor. She knew she might have to hear her girlfriend nag at her for it, but your sweet voice was worth it.

"Your stuff."

"Later, cariño. Just give me some love right now, won't you?"

You let out a small huff, the look of disbelief on your face when Valeria laid her head on your lap, expectant of some physical affection. Nevertheless, your lips turned upwards and your fingers immediately hooked onto her hair, gently swiping through her black strands as she let out a sigh.

Valeria did not regret a single moment she was with you, ever since you two met in middle school. Best friends was what everyone would call you two, till she started to get pissed about guys hitting on you. Why should they? You're so innocent, they're probably trying to take advantage of it. Her protectiveness was so evident, everywhere you'd go she would be there to hold your hand and lead you.

You didn't understand the blooming feeling inside your chest until it started to hurt more than you could take. It couldn't be, right? The kind of feelings girls felt for boys, not girls. It was wrong, everyone said it was wrong. Then why did it happen to you? Were you supposed to feel guilty about it?

Valeria was more upfront about how she felt, declaring that she was a single and proud. Yet every time she saw your face smiling back at her, she could feel all the air kicked out of her lungs. Her heartstrings felt violently tugged at whenever you found a wild flower to tuck behind her ear. Or the times you would sit with your face close to hers, focusing on drawing her eyeliner perfectly as her eyes were fixed on your glossy lips. Feeling for your best friend was so cliche, how did she find herself in the same damn situation as those lame telenovelas?

Confessing to her was tougher than when you had to count money at the market for groceries, you were never good at math. Valeria would laugh and return you the change, coins clinging against each other after she sorted out the price of whatever trinket you wanted to buy, not without bargaining a little. Saw a little ring? Cannot be too much, a pretty girl like you deserves it. A small cat carved out of wood? You shouldn't pay, consider it as a gift from your best friend.

It wasn't until you were crying in her arms, tired of the world beating you down, that you realized how you much you had actually fallen for her. Yes, it was love indeed. Pure romantic love. Her arms around you, her gentle voice consoling you, everything she did just increased the urge you had to kiss her on that spot.

"It's okay, life gets shitty sometimes."

"Val, I-"

"No, it's okay. I'm happy to be there for you, you're my best friend after all-"

"No Valeria listen!"

She was surprised to see you raise your voice for the first time since you two met, you were never like this. There certainly must be something that had been bothering you for a long time.

"This will come off very weird to you and I don't even know why I'm feeling this. But it is happening and I don't know how to stop or handle this. It's just so hard."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm in love with you, Val. And not in the way I say that I love you when you're being friendly. I'm in love with you like I want to kiss you and pull you closer and tell you about my day"

"Hold on, wait what-?"

It was as if her heart had erupted like a volcano at your words. You loved her? Is that what you were feeling all this time? Those shy glances and making paper rings for her, did all of it mean this?

"I cannot explain why I feel this way but I do..and it hurts so bad to ignore it.."

Standing alone at the balcony of your house, you let the cool breeze mess up your freshly dried hair from the shower. Your smile grew wider when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, gently pulling you back to their owner. Valeria rested her chin on your shoulder, your cheek pressed against her head as you two stood with your back against her chest.

"Do you know how much I love you with your hair down like this, mi amor?"

"I don't think you've ever failed to let me know how much you love me, baby."

"Hmm good. You're mine."

"All yours, love."

"Munequita, you don't know how much I love you."

"I love you too, Val."

Her hands immediately spun you around to face her, one hand on your waist and the other behind your head. You let out a giggle, keeping your arms around her neck. Her brown eyes always softened for you, never once she had thought about treating you with anything but love. The strong hands made to hold a gun could also touch you like you were made of glass.

"Val?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for always being there for me."

It was Valeria's turn to giggle, smiling ear to ear as she lowered herself closer to you. Her thumb gently kneaded your waist, your warm breath hitting her lips.

"You know I'm here to stay, right? Wouldn't have done otherwise, cariño."

The last thing you saw was how her cheeks flushed a little before a pair of lips smashed against yours, earning a little yelp from you. She could feel you smiling in the kiss, not letting her tongue take control yet. Only Valeria knew that she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. She wanted to feel you, all of you, and your love. A single kiss wasn't enough, it was never going to be enough.

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[babygirl-riley]

Part IV

Ghost, Soap, and you meet up with Alejandro near a market. And talk with Valeria

Warnings: violance, flirting, negotiations, swearing

Ghostly Ruins

simon x reader guide

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You stood near a fruit stand, fresh fruit it read as you handed some pesos to the older lady. You grabbed a peach, one of your favorites, taking a bite out of it. “This is Bravo 0-9,” You said swallowing the peach down. “I am in position.”

“You eatin’ love?” Ghost’s voice said through the comm.

“A peach.” You responded taking another bite.

Soap chuckled through it. “Swear lass you can find food anywhere.”

You shrug walking away from the stand. “It’s fresh and an old lady gotta get something.”

“There is only one peach I would love to eat.” Ghost teased, your eyes widened.

“Woah.” Soap choked.

“Ghost,” You hissed. “Not over the comms.”

“S’rry love.” Ghost said with amusement behind his voice.

“Thu na coin olc.” Soap mumbled.

“English.” Ghost said annoyed, you could see his eyes rolling.

“Both of ya are nasty.”

You chuckled as you walked around looking out of Alejandro. Unfortunately the cartel are more on high alert the last couple of months, due to capture Valeria the first time. Anyone could be watching, even children is what was told. Them being little street rats gossiping to the cartel.

You hated children being involved in wars street to global. They should be innocent, worrying about the next toy that comes out or when the next time they will play with their friends. Not about soldiers and terrorist, you remembered when you were a child innocent. Didn’t even realize that your mom was shooting up while dad was out on deployment. You and your brother would go be off in the neighborhood playing with other children.

Even you didn’t have a proper childhood. It made you think if any child had a normal one. One where they didn’t have to worry about adult things at the age of 7. “Hermana,” Your thoughts were broken as Alejandro walked up. “Long time no see.”

You smiled. “Alejandro,” You patted his shoulder. “Wish it was better circumstances.”

“Me too,” He sighed looking around to start walking. “I assume Ghost and Soap are somewhere close?”

“Of course we are.” Soap said through the comms.

Alejandro smiled. “Perfecto, come now we found someone that knows where Valeria is.”

You followed him through the market watching closely around you. It seems like a normal day around them, people laughing and chatting. Something that you craved for, you wanted, a normal life. Yet you also craved for this, helping the need, having the world safe while you dirtied your hands.

“Valeria could be anywhere at this point.” Alejandro sighed.

“Ya think she could’ve left Las Almas?” Soap asked.

“No she would never leave this place, at least I don’t think she would. It’s her ground. Her home. Even if she doesn’t want to protect it.” Alejandro replied, his face turning into a frown.

You inhaled deeply passing through a group of people. “Well let’s hope she is still here then.”

“It took us months to find her,” Rudy spoke through the comms. “Luckily we found her through the children.”

“The children?” You asked walking lass more people.

“Si,” Rudy answered. “You give them money they will give information.”

“Trainin em to be spies eh?” Soap said huffed after.

“Unfortunately that’s the way it works.” Alejandro commented.

“So where is she?” Ghost interrupted.

“Well,” Alejandro stopped at a corner. “Hermana, she hasn’t seen your face yet. So,” He looked over at a truck. “You gotta change.”

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You waited inside a lobby as people walked in and out. The information was told she was here, in a whore house. Yep. Whore. House. You had to change into the skanky clothes to get into a lingerie. Show off your tits and ass. You knew Simon was not happy about it but Alejandro said he had some of his people in there if something goes south.

“See anything?” Ghost asked.

“Nothing,” You looked inside a darker room to see a woman giving a kiss on a man tying him up. “Just nasty twisted things in here.”

“What type of things?” Soap asked amusement laced in his voice.

“Something you couldn’t handle.” You quipped walking towards stairs.

“Stay focused she could be hidden up on the top floor. Only the head woman is allowed up there.” Alejandro explained.

You walked around, listening to the giggling, moaning, the beat of the music. You looked up the stairs to see the head mistress, she flickered her eyes to you. She knew that you weren’t one of her girls, she knew of that from how her state became curious. However, you needed her attention.

A drunken man came into view speaking spanish, it was hard to understand. Since most of it was slurring from drinking. You giggled and kissed his cheek before rubbing his face. Another woman took him apologized that it was her client. You didn’t mind. You weren’t here for that. Once you looked back up the mistress was heading down the steps.

You looked at her one last time, before going into a room, hoping that she would have followed you instead of security. You waited for a moment as you looked around the room you stepped in. Definitely a waiting room, has goodies and drinks for the men or women that come through.

“Quién eres?” A woman’s voice rang through.

You turned to see her, the mistress. She was cautious glaring up and down at you. Both of you stared for a moment before you smiled. “Elena, estoy aquí para ver la sin nombre.”

The lady was taken back at first. “La Sin Nombre is not here.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Then why did she ask me to come?” You froze, why would you state that? It was way too bold. Way to harsh.

“What did she say?” Rudy asked.

The men started to have the conversation of what the hell happened. “Hermana you gotta go now.” Alejandro said.

The lady was confused yet, you could tell that she didn’t want to say anything. You just fucking hoped this was the best route. Stupid but there was no other way. “Hope you know what ya doing.” Soap said in the comm.

Fuck you hoped too, hope that you just didn’t fuck everything up. The lady nodded. “Come.”

You slowly walked behind her, watching your back. “I have sights.” Ghost said softly.

The staircase was spiral, leading up to a singular hallway, with couple doors on the side and one at the end. The lady turned to you and raised an eyebrow. Your heart thumped more and more as the door came closer. The mistress turned to you. “She’ll know if you tell the truth.”

With that she opens it, you looked as she side stepped revealing the room. It was pretty large, couch on the side with a table. Chairs side by side on the other, the desk on the other side with it’s chair. The room had one window which was covered. Painting of women all around.

“Interesting you knew I was here,” Your head snapped to the chair that it’s back was faced away. The one against the desk. “Only select few know.”

When the chair turned it was her. Valeria. You smirked from her comment, only if she knew. “I had my guesses.” You commented walking fully in.

You looked more into your surroundings. No guards from what you see, mistress left. It was only her and you. “Guesses,” She asked standing up walking around the desk. “No one just guesses cariño. Not even some of my people know where I am at.”

You rolled your eyes. You had to match the energy with her. “Fine I wanted to know where you were at so I paid little children.”

Not completely in the lie. She smirked. “Using the orphaned? Smart. The question is though why?” You glared at her for a moment, amusement behind your eyes. She leaned against the desk. “You’re a gringo yeah? Why would you want to see me?”

“What else would I want?”

“Power?”

“No.”

“Money?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

You thought about it before swallowing. You needed to know Makarov but it came around to heavy, it would send red flags to her system. “You.”

Valeria glared before gears started to turn. “Alejandro sent you.”

You couldn’t lie. She knew she had to right? “What if he didn’t,” You turned it you walked closer. “What if I needed information?”

Valeria laughed. “Information, Mierda, no doy información especialmente para los vaqueros,” You shook your head before you could answer. “I know he sent you. Eres una rata.”

Shit. “It wouldn’t matter if he did or not Valeria,” You explained. “Men are already around this place. I just need information.”

Valeria shook her head. “I could kill you right here. What if I call your bluff huh? Then what?”

“Then you have a bullet in between your eyes.”

Valeria glared at you before she picked up a pen. Moving it between fingers. “Pretty confident. What information?”

“What the dealings with Russia was for? How it intertwined with Hassan.” You said getting ready for the pen to fly your way.

Valeria stopped her tracks. “Russia? Never dealt with Russia.”

“She’s lying.” Alejandro stated.

You watched as she twirled the pen. “Don’t play dumb Valeria. You are not the only one who can see through lying.”

Valeria rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Even if I did what would you give me to help you?”

“Not kill you would be the first thought.” You quipped.

“Tsk tsk tsk. No gringo. You get information I get a favor.” She said placing the pen down.

“That’s not how this works.”

“It’s exactly how it works. No matter how many times the cowboys get me. I will always get back out,” She explained stepping closer to you. “You get information and I get my favor.”

You glared at her as she walked closer. “What’s the favor?”

“Transportation.”

[jadewolf22]

Character/Ship List

Requests are currently OPEN

Feel free to drop a request in my inbox or messages! You are free to ask for prompts from my prompt list; EVERYTHING is free game! I welcome specific scenarios and kinks and will write almost anything. If I do not feel comfortable writing anything I will message you, or make a post if your an annon, and explain why I will not write it.

WARNING: I will not write for girls born with male genitals (shapeshifting is the exception), or 18+ content involving characters or a reader under the age of 16. I am not comfortable writing sub!males, or m4m and will not, under any circumstance, write anything that discriminates against race, gender, or sexuality.

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PEOPLE!!

I tend to lean towards a dominant reader when paired with a female character but am willing to try sub or switch. (Just no promises that it'll be any good.)

Characters/Fandoms/Ships

Harry Potter

Snape

Bellatrix

Narcissa

Draco

Harry

Ron

Hermione

Ginny

Blaise

Dumbledore (no NSFW)

McGonagall (no NSFW)

Tonks

Remus

Sirius

Marvel

Natasha

Steve

Tony

Peggy

Wanda

Jane Foster

Loki

Thor

Siv

Frigga (no NSFW)

Carol

Valkyrie

Maria

LotR

Legolas

Arwen

Aragorn

Boromer

Galadriel

Gandalf (no NSFW)

Wednesday (Netflix)

Larissa

Wednesday

Xavier

Morticia

Tyler

Bianca

Enid

GoT

Brienne

Sandor (no NSFW)

Jamie

Tyrion

Bronn

Sansa

Daenerys

Missande

Melisandre

Cersie

John

Jorah

Arya

Rob

Catelyn (no NSFW)

Hunger Games

Katniss

Lyme

Coin

Joanna

Haymitch

Finnick

Star Wars

Rey

Kylo Ren

Leia

Han

Phasma

RE8

Alcina

Bela

Cassandra

Daniela

Donna

Heisenberg

Miscellanious

Jan Stevens

Gwen (In Fabric)

Jane Murdstone

Lady Jane

Lucifer (Netflix Sandman)

Miranda Hilmarson

Alma Peregrine

Maleficent

Ships (not all are listed) (feel free to request your own)

Snape x Bellatrix

Snape x Narcissa

Dramione

McGonagall x Dumbledore (no NSFW)

Wandanat

Steve x Nat

Nat x Peggy

Loki x Jane

Loki x Wanda

Thor x Siv

Loki x Siv

Morissa

Wenclair

Brienne x Sandor

Sansa x Sandor

John x Daenerys

Reylo

Gandalf x Galadriel

[friendship-ditch]

Anywhere - Pt. 2

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: You and Katniss grow closer amidst the revolution, though your mothers bitterness grows too. After her secrets are revealed to you in Snow's mansion, it's up to the two of you to put a stop to the hidden villain.

Warnings/Notes: Some descriptions of death, a little manipulation, and the fic isn't totally focused on Katniss x Reader because I got a little too invested in the actual plot. Also the ending isn't totally canon compliant. Also, thank you for the request to continue this! I procrastinated for a while but I'm also really into this storyline

Word Count: 3408

  The gray ceiling, now cracked, flickered with the soft lights of dim lanterns.  They buzzed faintly, just like the lights inside of your room, but the noise wasn’t lulling you to sleep tonight.

  The bombing had slowed down now and it was quiet outside.  The bomb shelter had fallen silent, most people resting in an uneasy sleep.

  You glanced towards the faint glow from the nearby windows, looking in at your mother who was busy studying the impact map, making sure all traces of Capitol aircraft were gone.  You stopped by and checked in about an hour ago but were shooed out with everyone else.

  Now, you wondered if it would be safe to go back in.  

  That was one of the downfalls of having a mother who’s president, in times of need, she has to be there for everyone, not just you… well, mostly not you at all.  

  But you weren’t upset.  You found solace in the person you loved second to most, and she was now laying beside you, her arm hooked over your side and her face buried into the back of her neck. 

  Katniss was snoring softly into your skin, her grip on you tight.  You let her embrace you tight in her sleep, running your hand over hers and gently stroking it.  

  It was Katniss who, after securing both you and her sister down in the shelter of safety, held you and comforted you, as you did to her.  The bombing seemed almost distant with the two of you wrapped in eachothers arms.

  You turned to face her and hugged her in return.  She made a soft noise in her sleep and turned so you were now holding her.

  And now that it was quiet, you couldn’t help but think about what if things didn’t work out.  It was just your mind wandering, another side effect from the stress of the night, but all you could imagine was if Peeta didn’t warn you guys over tv, or your mother didn’t take the warning seriously.

  Speaking of the embodiment of the color gray, the door to the control room cracked open, the light dribbling across your and Katniss’s faces.  You gently hovered a hand in front of her eyes to shield her from the glow and then lifted your head.

  President Coin crept out into the bunker, looking around and then spotting you.  She looked exhausted, but also relieved to see you safe.

  You sat up once she came over.

  “You should be sleeping.”  She said, not scolding you–she was the one that gave you the night owl gene after all–but not approving of your choice either.  “It’s late.”

  “I can’t sleep.”  You shook your head, sitting up a little more as she took a seat on the edge of the mattress.

  Coin’s eyes flicked down to Katniss, and then back to you.  She tucked some hair out of your face and offered you a small smile.  “I think we’ll be okay now, there’s nothing to worry about.”  Her voice was a soft whisper as to not wake the sleeping girl beside you, who she was looking at once more.  “Is she okay?”

  The slight disdain in her voice when speaking of Katniss wasn’t unnoticable, but you chose not to address it.  You knew from the beginning your mother would have rather rescued Peeta, and that Katniss had become a bigger part in her life than she’d ever expected, or wanted since the two of you became a thing, but she did her best to hide her feelings out of… good will?  You weren’t exactly sure.

  “She’s okay.”  You nodded, tucking Katniss’s face into your side as if trying to shield her.  “We all are.”

  “Good.”  Your mother nodded quietly.  The heavy silence of the bunker was only broken by her breathing, and then the sound of her clearing her throat.  “I just wanted to make sure you were holding up okay, I know I wasn’t able to be there for you during this all…”

  “I’m okay, really.”  You assured her, feeling her stroke the side of your face gently.  Her touch was gentle but her skin was cold.  “Katniss was… well, she was there, and that made it better.”

  Something darker flashed in your mothers eyes… disapproval? Jealousy?  You couldn’t quite make it out in the darkness.

  “Are you okay?”  You asked, biting your tongue.

  The president was quiet for a moment, and then she nodded.  With a blink, her eyes returned back to a soft gaze.  “I’m just fine.”  She murmured.  Gently, she pulled your head forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.  “Now, try to get some sleep.. Alright?  We’ll be back to normal tomorrow.”

  “We can’t even sleep in?”  That had been a dream all of your life, being able to sleep in just a little to see what it was like.  Sure, you could catch an extra half hour or even an hour if you were lucky, but District 13 was too militaristic to waste an early morning hour.

  Coin chuckled softly and stood up.  “We’ll see.”  She pressed a gentle hand to your shoulder, coaxing you into laying down.  Once Katniss was settled beside you, she laid the blanket back over the two of you and nodded.  “Goodnight, y/n.”

  “Goodnight…”  You responded softly, watching as the gray woman shifted back into the darkness.  Once she was gone, you pulled Katniss a bit closer and closed your eyes, hoping to at least get a little rest before things resumed as they always had.

  After that, it was all a blur.  You stayed with Katniss after Peeta almost killed her and visited her every day in the hospital, practically living there beside her.

  It was a miracle she healed in time for Finnick’s wedding, in which the two of you danced and held onto each other like the world would end tomorrow.  You weren’t allowed to be in any of the propaganda clips in case it would put you in danger as well, but you didn’t really mind.

  It was that night when Katniss crept into your room, well after midnight.  She’d been crying again–she often came to you when upset but sometimes preferred to sit through it alone–and you scooped her stiff body into your arms.

  With her breath tickling your neck, Katniss heaved a quiet sigh.

  “I’m going to kill President Snow.”  She whispered softly, lifting her head to meet your gaze.  “President Coin is going to send me on a special mission to assassinate him.”  Whether it was her shaky tone, or the fact that you knew your mother would never do such a thing, didn’t matter, you knew she was lying.

  “My Mom would never agree to sending someone as important as you off to die.”  You murmured softly, shaking your head.  “At least not on a mission like this.”

  Katniss’s expression fell when you saw through her lie but she didn’t try to argue.  “Will others believe me?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Will you tell her?”

  You frowned, shaking your head.  “Not at all.  On one condition.”

  “What?”

  “I go with you.”

  And so, the two of you snuck out of District 13.  It was your first time being further than the simple woods above the bunker, and it was oddly exhilarating; being free of that yellow metallic bunker and out into the real world, above ground.

  What happened after… that wasn’t so nice.

  The night when Peeta arrived, you sat with Katniss in the ruins of some old building.  Your body was curled around her and you were holding her protectively while she gazed off into nothingness.  Neither of you could sleep.  Katniss worrying about Peeta killing her… and you worrying about why your mother would do something as awful as this.  She could be ruthless, and you heard what Boggs told Katniss, but you felt like it was something more than that.

  Your years of military training at least seemed to pay off with the mutts, and then the rebel bombing…  Katniss was sent to the hospital and you were once again there with her through it all. 

  Those days felt like a blur too.  Before you could really realize what was happening, you were sitting outside on one of President Snow’s balconies, staring out at the snow and the Capitol beyond.

  The door cracked open and Katniss stepped out.

  Katniss’s breath clung to the air as she took a seat beside you.  She cleared her throat and then set her hand on your arm.

  “She killed Prim.”

  “Huh?”  You turned your head with a furrowed brow.  “Who…?”  The two of you hadn’t talked much since Primrose was killed, you weren’t expecting to ever talk about it.  Neither of you really knew what to say, until now, apparently.

  “The bombing was… by the rebels, by us.”  Katniss whispered softly.  Her voice had no emotion to it, it was thick, heavy, like honey without the sweetness.  “Your mother authorized those bombs.”

  Something in your heart sank at those words and you narrowed your eyes.  Could this be true?

  You wouldn’t put your mother past doing something drastic for victory, but killing hundreds of children?  She’d never been that ruthless before.  Could Katniss be lying?  Maybe she was so lost in her head that…

  “And she’s going to take the role of interim president.”

  “That’s not that–”

  “And she wants to make a Hunger Games with the Capitols children.”

  What?

  This couldn’t be true…  You stared at Katniss as if she was holding a bow to your head, the arrow ready to fire.  

  “You’re… you’re lying.”  You stammered, shaking your head.  The look in her eyes showed nothing but the truth and you stood up, feeling almost dizzy.  “That’s not true..  She wouldn’t.”

  “She would, and she will.”  Katniss seemed to expect this response, either that, or she couldn’t really bring herself to care.  There was something deeper in her gaze that for once you couldn’t read.  It felt like everything was breaking apart in your world and you stood up.

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “It’s true.”

  You stared at her once more, searching for any sense of lies in her gaze but there was nothing.  There hadn’t been anything since Prim had died…  Why would she screw around with you now?

  “Y/n.”  Katniss grabbed your wrist before you could leave.  Her grip was weaker than it normally was.  “Please… you have to help me.  We can’t let her do this.  Ask her yourself, please…”

  “Fine.”

  Saying nothing else, you left in search of your mother.

  By the time you found her, it had been about an hour.  She was sitting on one of the couches inside, staring out the window at the view of the Capitol beyond.  Her lips formed an oddly wide smile and she patted for you to sit beside her.

  “Isn’t it amazing?”  Coin breathed softly, returning her eyes to the view of the Capitol.  “It’s all ours.  We’ve gotten here together, and now we’ve won.”

  You furrowed your brow, off put by her tone as you sat beside her.  You debated asking her what exactly she meant but chose a different topic.  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.”  Her arm slipped around your shoulders and she held you into her side.  She hadn’t embraced you like this in years.  It didn’t feel good, though.

  “Katniss told me about the meeting you guys had…”

  “Katniss?”

  “Yes.”

  “Mm… I was expecting she would.  What nonsense did she tell you?”

  “Nonsense?”  Your thoughts about Katniss lying to you dampened a little.  Even if she was making it up, you felt a strong urge to protect her image against these words. 

  Your mother nodded.  She turned to look at you again, raking her fingers gingerly through your hair.  “Y/n, you must understand, that poor girl has been through hell and back, and the mind can only take so much.”  She murmured.  “It’s only natural for her to… make things up, to cope.  She can’t be trusted 100 percent, after this has all come to a close, I think a doctor will do her well.”

  The hair on the back of your neck stood up and you swallowed.  “Katniss is stronger than you think she is.”

  “If you say so…”  Coin crooned.  She seemed oddly happy, almost as if she was drunk or something.  “Now, what was it you wanted to ask me?”

  “I thought… you were going to run free elections, for all of Panem.  What happened to that?”

  She laughed.  “They will happen, with time.  Y/n, you should know better.  This country is in such shambles, if we were to let free elections happen now.. Someone with pure evil intentions could rise to power and through us back into another war.”

  Your heart sank slightly.  Katniss was telling the truth, for the most part.  Even though you wanted her to be wrong, you knew she wasn’t.  

  “And… the revival of the Games?  For the Capitol’s children?”

  “Once again, it’s only natural.”

  You weren’t sitting beside your mother anymore, you were sitting beside a monster.  She was still mindlessly stroking your hair but the touch felt like knives down your scalp and the warmth emanating from her body felt poisonous.  

  “But is it necessary…?  Can’t we continue without that?  That’s how the war started in the first place, I don’t understand.”

  “No victory can be obtained without sacrifice.  I’m doing this for us, Y/n.  When things have calmed down, we’ll be able to live the life we always dreamed of, side by side.  This is all for us, for you.”

  If it’s one thing you could count on, it's that your mother was always a sweet talker.  If you didn’t know better, you would’ve believed her in a second.  It almost did sound like paradise, and you knew that she did want things to be better for you, but that wasn’t her only motivation. You couldn’t openly oppose her, not yet at least.

  “Y/n?  You’ve gone quiet.”

  “Nothing…  I’m just tired, this has been a lot.”  

  “Of course.”  The President nodded.  She gently sat you back up and kissed your cheek.  “Go get some rest, we all have to prepare.”  She paused.  “I want you up there with me, for the execution.  You’ll stand with Plutarch, my two most helpful hands.”

  “Right.”  You stood up, relieved to be away from her touch.  “I’ll see you then.”

  She simply nodded and continued staring out the window as you left.

  Katniss, who had been waiting for you outside, took you into her arms and held you as you cried.  She soothed you gently, washing away the poison still lingering on your body.  

  “I’m sorry.”  You croaked softly into her chest once she got you sitting down on her bed.  “I-I should’ve believed you…  I should’ve realized what was happening, maybe I could’ve stopped it.”

  “None of this is your fault, I don’t want to hear you say that.”  Katniss said firmly, your face in her hands.  “You couldn’t have stopped this..”

  You let out a shaky sigh and looked up into Katniss’s eyes.  Her plan was written all over them and you swallowed.  “You’re going to kill her.”

  “I don’t think we have any other choice…  She’d be an even harsher ruler than Snow, and… I think my life would be in danger too.”  Katniss said softly.  

  “There’s no other way?”

  “If you can come up with something, I’d love to hear it.”

  Her words weren’t meant to be harsh but they felt like daggers in your chest.  You heaved a heavy sigh and shook your head.  

  “I’m sorry.”  She whispered.

  “So am I.”

  Before the execution began, you gave Coin a hug.  She was a little confused but didn’t try to fight you, thinking your teary eyes were from happiness.

  And then, it happened.  Instead of colliding with President Snow’s heart, the arrow flew past him and took Coin down.  She collapsed onto the stage and all havoc wreaked.

  Katniss was dragged away in the distance and you pushed past the guards and ran to the gray body now on the stone.

  The monster that had once been your mother now laid there, a little blood dripping from her mouth.  You expected to find her cold and dead, an arrow in her heart, but that wasn’t the complete case.  It had missed her heart by almost an inch, leaving her nearly fatal, if the right attention wasn’t provided soon. 

  You could feel Plutarch’s acknowledging gaze as you passed him on the way out.

  You returned to Snow’s mansion that night, not allowed to see Katniss yet.  You felt oddly numb and understandably upset, but also sort of relieved.

  There was a knock on your door and Plutarch stepped in.  He told you everything; how your mother had been trying to get rid of Katniss all along, how inexplicably jealous she was over your love for Katniss, how rescuing Peeta was an attempt to get Katniss to leave you and go back to him, how she knew you left with Katniss to try to kill Snow and she hoped the other girl would be lost, and then how at the end, she was going to write Katniss off and throw her away and get you back.

  This left you feeling emptier than before, even though you’d been expecting it all along.  But one thing was pricking at your mind and you couldn’t help but ask.

  “Katniss didn’t kill her.”  You whispered.  “Is she alive?”

  Plutarch, seemingly expecting this, just sighed.  He told you that he was handling it, and that she would never end up in control again.  

  That was enough for you to know that Katniss, as broken and as much of a reluctant hero she was, took the risk on the country's future to make sure she didn’t break you as well.  You'd never be able to thank her, but the desire you had to see her again and hug her was overwhelming.

  Plutarch helped sneak you onto the second train that night and you arrived at Katniss’s in the morning.

  Peeta and Haymitch moved back to District 12 too, the four of you adapting to life in the Victors village, and you in particular adapting to live above ground.  Katniss and Peeta took great joy in showing you things on the surface you’d never seen before and taught you all they could, and in turn you taught them some of your own skills.

  Katniss slowly began to heal from the loss of her sister, and you held her hand every step until she was human once more, a broken one, but human nonetheless.  The idea of the future became brighter and the world began to mend.

  It was one day that you received a letter from Plutarch, letting you know that if ever wanted, you could see your mother again, but he correctly assumed that wouldn’t be for a long time.  You wanted to burn the paper but Katniss took it before it hit the flames.

  That night, Katniss, startled awake by her own nightmare, reached over for your arm, where you were suffering the same.  You were both teary eyed, panting, trembling, and searching for the other.

  But when you realized it was all a dream, and the irony of it all, you couldn’t help but hug each other and laugh.  The pain of losing practically everybody only brought the two of you closer together.

  Once the tears died down, you laid your head on her chest and stroked the skin around her collar bone gently.  “Thank you.”  You murmured softly.

  Katniss made a soft noise.  “For what?”

  “I don’t know…  Everything?”  You chuckled softly, eyes fluttering.  “I just feel like I should thank you.”

  “Well… then I have to thank you too, because you saved my life.”

  “Ooh, that’s good.  I’m going to thank you for that too. And... well, for you know what." You couldn't just outright admit it all, but she knew.

  You both laughed softly and hugged each other a little tighter.  

  “You know… you should call your mother.”  You murmured softly into her shirt.  “I know you’re thinking about it… you keep staring at the phone.”

  “I’ll do it when you respond to that letter.”

  “In your dreams.”

  Katniss smiled a little and kissed your forehead.  “How about this… we stop talking about that, we stay up a little longer, and then we sleep in tomorrow.”

  This brought a warm grin to your face.  You hadn’t managed to sleep in late yet, your body still adjusted to the District 13 clock, but the idea was tempting.  “I’d like that.”

[federicosproperty]

coin: alright everyone, name a few things useless for the battle against capitol

haymitch: *raises his hand*

coin: very good, anyone else?

haymitch:

[heyhoeudoin]

JOKES ON YOU

"The bad girl and the good boy, huh? Who would have thought."

pairing: famous!camilo madrigal x infamous!reader

words: 5.4k

genre/s: modern!au, fluff, angst ish: hurt/comfort?

warning/s: swearing, sad stuff (i hope), she/they (i hope)

synopsis: camilo seeks help from someone and that someone just happens to be you

masterlist ; part 2

a/n: i've had this idea for a while now and it took forever to write. sorry if things are a bit messy, my thought process kept changing. hopefully y'all enjoy though!

welcome to encanto! a totally normal city with a famous family that is highly treated like royalty or of importance, the madrigals, and an infamous family that is treated like criminals or outcasts, the l/ns.

in actuality, these two families are just regular people; one that is very likable and the other not so much.

the madrigals consists of three generations:

alma 'abuela' madrigal, she gave birth to triplets: julieta, pepa, and bruno. julieta married agustin and gave birth to three daughters: isabela, luisa, and mirabel. bruno didn't marry anyone. pepa married felix and gave birth to a daughter and two sons: dolores, camilo, and antonio.

the l/n also consists of three generations (i'll be using the same family set up from my other work: In Love?):

adella 'mistress' l/n, she gave birth to two sons: dante and f/n. dante is a single dad with a single son: carlos. while f/n married m/n and has two children: irene and well, you.

the difference with these two families is nothing, well, except maybe their jobs and lifestyle.

in the madrigal family; alma owns a school, julieta is the head chef, pepa is the geography teacher, bruno is the history teacher, agustin is the school's entomologist, felix is the guidance counselor. now for the grandchildren, dolores (lovable but quiet) and isabela (the popular girl) are college students; law and biology, respectively, luisa is a third year in high school who is very popular for her strengths, camilo (handsome and troublemaker) and mirabel (pretty and trendsetter) are first years, while antonio (animals! and cute!) is still in kindergarten.

meanwhile in the l/n family; adella owns a casino, dante is the 'boss' for the underground criminals, f/n is a 'shady' doctor, and m/n makes weapons for a living. for the grandchildren, carlos (quiet but intimidating) is a college student who works on poison; toxicology, irene is a third year in high school and he knows everything (whether you'd lie to him, your feelings, etc.), and then you, you're a first year and your reputation? nothing, you're just scary and unapproachable thus why your a loner (but hey, you kinda like it).

interesting dynamics, huh? well, our focus in this story is you and camilo.

the two of you are polar opposites!

camilo here is famous for being a madrigal and his abundant amount of charisma. while you're the outcast for being a l/n and that you're scary and unapproachable. well, that's what people see mostly from what they see and from rumors.

you and camilo were never seen together; talking to each other. both of you were never heard talking about each other even! it's like you two don't even know the other exists!

but that's a lie.

camilo here, actually admires you. why? because, well, first of all, you're very fucking pretty and you're also one of the smartest people! you're always within top five in the entire school. also for your freedom? it just looks like your always in your own world; no one putting pressure on you to be... perfect. camilo is sort of also envious of you.

you, on the other hand, sort of despise camilo. how did that happen? nothing. sure, he's all handsome and knows exactly how to put smiles on people, but how does he just always have people around him. here you are trying to survive from people throwing daggers at you! you are also a bit jealous of camilo.

one coin with two very different sides; looked upon with different angles. however, things change with one visit to the old school building.

camilo just wanted to get away from his massive fan group, be alone for once in his life, but he's too nice to turn them down. it has always been like that, the moment he exits out of his classroom: hoarded by people!

except, when he noticed no one flocked towards him like usual, he immediately took that and ran. where? he doesn't know but then, somehow he made it to the old school building.

the reason why no one hoarded camilo was because you were right behind him when he exited out of the classroom.

and people tend to fear you more than they adore camilo.

back to camilo, when he entered the abandoned building; super eerie, especially with all the dust and debris everywhere. then he noticed a hall with lit lanterns leading up to a clean room with furniture. no it wasn't the school desks; those were gone. from what he could see (since the room is dark and the only light source is the dim lantern in the middle of the room), the room had a couple of couches, a bed, a few fridges, a huge tv (somehow), and a couple of tables then some more stuff other than that.

as if this place was someone's hideout.

camilo decided to just stay around until the next classes start, right now it's lunch which means he's got an hour to stay here.

a long while later, camilo had already snooped through most the things in the room, of course, he tried his best to put them back properly. he also tried to look for a light switch, but then couldn't find one.

'this person sure do like the dark.' camilo sighs out before laying down onto the bed.

after a few seconds, camilo started crying.

...you watched all of it happen.

yes, the hideout in the old school building is yours. meaning, you saw a random person stroll into your room, started snooping around, then laid onto your bed, then started crying.

at first you were pissed, thinking of shouting at the person in your safe space, but then you saw them also carefully handling your things and weren't making any messes. so you let them be and just continued on with reading your book (yes, in the dark).

but then the person started crying, and of course you heard. however, you have no idea what to do so you let the person be for a while to let them cry out their feelings.

after all, it is better to vent out rather than pile it all inside.

"are you feeling a bit better now?"

camilo stood up from the bed so quick, his vision went black for a second. "huh?!" he let out while you just laughed at his shocked state, "how long have you been there?" he asked frantically as you just continue to laugh.

you wiped off fake tears, "i've always been here. you're not used to the dark, huh?" you asked with a half-hearted smile. camilo (you don't know it's camilo) huffed, "well, sorry i'm not a vampire!" you snorted, "yeah, you're not. you're a gremlin, though." you pointed out then laughed harder when he started throwing a tantrum.

you let out a content sigh, "alright, now that i made you a bit comfortable. mind telling me why you were crying? i'll give you a free therapy session." you snickered at the last bit, but camilo knows you were serious about your question.

camilo shifted on the bed, seemingly uncomfortable into letting out and you noticed. "hey, it's fine. you don't have to share, unless you're more wary if i know who you are?" you called out as he turned away a bit. "bullseye?" you smirked, "well, can you see me?" you asked to which he looked over to where your voice was, "uh no–" you snapped your fingers, "exactly! if you can barely see me, what more than me knowing who you are?"

camilo let out a sigh of relief before going back to lay on the bed, "well, mysterious person, don't you ever just feel lonely even with people around you?" he asked making you widen your eyes, "wow, deep question, but no; for me personally at least. although in fairness, that just means that you're not clicking with these people. they're there just because, they aren't your friends in the least, i guess. are the people you hang out with always different?" he lets out a soft, "yeah–" which made you let out a sad smile.

"then you're just a place to visit, never truly staying."

camilo winces at the blunt statement and you saw making you chuckle, "sorry about that, i'm rather straightforward when i need to be. although i could be wrong, i mean i don't really have friends; i stay here during breaks and people avoid me in school." you sheepishly muttered out with an embarrassed look.

camilo then smiles, "then let's be friends!" you turned to him in shock, as in pure absolute shock, "wait! are you sure? i literally just told you that people avoid me like the plague! that's– that's already a reason for itself! that– it must mean that i'm a bad person!" you frantically let out with a hand over your chest while camilo just laughs at you this time.

"you and i laughed together, then i told you a part of my problems to which you gave me an opinion on! a bit hurtful, but the truth hurts right?" you stifled a laugh at that, "true–" "you didn't judge me at all and that's a good thing! i already saw you as a friend when you did that." he scratches the back of his next while looking away.

you stared at him for a couple of seconds before bursting out into a laughter. camilo turned to the sound of your laugh in shock; the laugh is so genuine and loud! it made him start to laugh a bit as well.

"man!" you sighed out, "wow! i've had such good laughs today, damn. if you keep making me feel good like that, i might just force you to stay." you smugly says as camilo huffs his chest out, "more like you're stuck with me; i wasn't going anywhere in the first place!" he calls out making you laugh again and he along as well.

you scoffed, "are you sure though?" he turned to you in confusion, "i mean, classes are about about to start and from what i'm feeling from you: you're a good boy." you stated with a knowing tone as he realizes and stands up.

camilo hurries, well, tries to hurry out to the door, but kept stumbling, "oh my god! i completely forgotten! i gotta go—AH!" fortunately for him, you caught him in time. you stifled a laugh in, "you good?" you asked then held his hand to bring him towards the door.

camilo shivered at the touch of your hand because, one, it was cold and two, he felt strangely weird to be holding hands with you; embarrassed even.

you guided him towards the door, "alright, bye–" "wait!" camilo shouts out, "is it a good time to ask who are you?" he asks with a sheepish tone. you placed your hand on your hip, "dear, just a while ago you were so insecure about me knowing who you are. what makes you think i'll let you know who i am?" you say in such a snide way which made camilo pout a bit to which you saw.

"aw, don't be like that." you cooed, "quite honestly, i'm also insecure about you knowing who i am; i also have a reputation after all. maybe once were both ready, then we can finally introduce ourselves." you explained which made him brighten up, you chuckled at that. "okay!" he nods, "bye-bye, mysterious person!" then leaves, although before he could. "oh and by the way!" you called out,

"if you don't know where to go, you can always come here."

throughout the rest of the day, camilo could only think of the mysterious person (aka you) he met during lunch. this caused him to be distracted for the rest of the day which didn't go unnoticed by his family.

mirabel, who is next to camilo in their limo that is making rounds around the city to pick up the other family members, noticed that her primo is very distracted. she nudged him, "hey, what's wrong with you today?" she asked as camilo turned to her in surprise. he shook his head bashfully, "nothing!– er, nothing... just thinking about some stuff." he says avoiding eye contact.

mirabel hums in suspicion, "thinking huh? well, don't go thinking to hard now. you're getting distracted, right isabela?" she suddenly asks her sister who just arrived inside the limo. "what?" isabela looks up and asks in confusion while mirabel just dismisses her, "never-mind that."

mirabel turns over to camilo again, "i heard that you were spotted walking into the old school building, what were you doing there?" she asks suddenly which made him tense up. mirabel saw and punches his shoulder, "woah dude, calm down, wait, did you bump into y/n?!" camilo perked up at the name, but shook his head, "no–! i'd be a mess if i met y/n!"

mirabel looked at camilo, "what? why would you be a mess?" she then let out a loud gasp and started shaking him, "don't tell me you like her?! camilo, don't! that's so bad!" she exclaims at him while camilo just deadpans at her.

mirabel took out her phone, "here, check this out." she showed camilo a tiktok that went viral: it was you standing in front of a man, who is kneeling down, and saying sorry multiple times then ran away when you extended your hand.

"what was the point of showing me that?" camilo asks as mirabel sighs, "camilo, she's a l/n... people said that they hang out around the old school building, that's why no one goes there anymore." she tries to explain, but camilo only became more confused, "and?" mirabel let out a confused noise, "i mean, why is everyone avoiding and afraid of her? are they that bad or?"

mirabel side glanced at isabela to which she saw and sighed, "camilo, the l/n family are dangerous people. they posses the skills and knowledge that the regular people don't know about; the underground stuff. they own a casino! that's where the most shadiest things happen!" she explains more, but camilo still doesn't get it.

camilo huffs, "well, sure, their family jobs are like that but it doesn't mean that they are bad! whatever, i'll do my own finding. i'm not gonna listen to some rumors and baseless conclusions." he cross his arms together.

mirabel and isabela looked at each other with a knowing look and giggled among themselves.

meanwhile, you got your own problem as well.

your curiosity is killing you! you've been itching to know who that was and why you felt overly the need to... protect him? or rather stay by him. of course, this caused you to have a scowl on your face the rest of the school day. when people saw your face, of course, they spread the rumor of someone pissing you off and that you could blow any minute.

the poor guy who faced your wrath was someone who accidentally bumped into.

"hey, watch where you're... going." the guy who bumped into you faltered when he saw you and worst of all, your glare. you clicked your tongue, "y-y/n!" he stuttered out and back away. you rose your brow, "hey–" he straightened up, "r-right! i'm sorry!" he kneels to you which made you smirk and extend out your hand. the guy thought you were going to hit him or something else scary, so he stood up and ran away.

yeah, after that, people are even more afraid of you now, especially when you're mad.

the only people who'd talk to you are your family and that's it. which is probably why you wanted to talk more to the mysterious person from a while ago; a new person to talk to after forever.

irene, who is staring at you while sipping a drink (the both of you are inside the VIP family area in the casino), "you obsessing over that camilo madrigal again?" he asks, crossing his leg over another.

you looked up at him from your laptop and scoffed, "obsessing? how dare you call it that!" you turned back to your laptop, "someone found my room at the old school building, they were... interesting." your eyes glinted as irene sighed with a worried smile.

"there you go again with your whole 'piqued my interest' thing. who was it anyways?" he asked then suddenly realized something, "wait– how did they even talk to you? your entire batch are afraid of you!" he exclaimed out leaning over the table.

you groaned and rolled your eyes, "the room was dark, as always, he didn't know who i am. same goes for me, i don't know who they are." you sighed out before taking a sip from your drink.

irene stared at you then let out a knowing smirk, "alright then, just be careful." he cooed out while you clicked your tongue, "of course."

from that single day, everything changed.

camilo and you kept secretly meeting each other in the old school building. of course, each other's identity is kept to a secret for reassurance and trust. the two of you always telling each other whatever bothers you two; camilo going on about the pressure of always being perfect and you ranting about things that pisses you off.

until one day, camilo came running into your arms on the brink of tears. he smushed his face into your stomach, your bodies intertwined on the bed. you started caressing his head, "good morning to you too." you softly greeted him as he just let out a grunt. your eyes narrowed, "i'm gonna ask you how you are and i want you to answer me honestly."

"i wanna know who you are, but i don't want you to know who i am. aren't i selfish?" camilo scoffed as you just smiled at him, "that's not selfish, well, it is but sometimes selfish is good. i mean, i also kind of sometimes think like that." you sheepishly told him, getting a bit embarrassed. camilo turned his head up, "really? you wanna know who i am?" he asks all surprised which you though, 'cute.'

you nodded, "yeah! of course, i have a strong sense of curiosity. i got in trouble a lot because of it." you stifled a laugh, "but i remember when we first met you were insecure about it so i didn't... investigate because you're the first person to ever talk to me and i want that to stay." you say bashfully, heat rising up to your cheeks. camilo chuckled at your embarrassed tone making you hit him.

you scoffed, "the jokes on you, camilo." you say quickly which made him turn to you in actual shock and dread, "huh? wait– what– i??? what did you say just now?" he asked all confused, stuttering and all. you did your best to hold your poker face and not burst out laughing, "i said the jokes on you, amigo." you enunciated the last word clearly for him although, that just made him more confused.

camilo shook his head, "i swear i thought you called me by my name." he says all wide eyed except you saw the chance to tease him.

you smirked, "oh? doesn't that mean you think about me a lot?" you snide at him as his jaw drops and his face turning red, "aw! you must really want me to say your name. it's alright, you can say it. i probably don't even know who you are unless your outside famous also then, it's a small maybe." you giggled at the end.

camilo sighs, "well, i am outside famous also, mostly because of my family. i love my family but some times, i don't feel... safe? relaxed? around them. home and family is where you can feel safe and relaxed. where am i suppose to go when i don't wanna go home!" he cries out and goes back to suffocating you into a hug.

this man loves physical affection.

you positioned the two of you on the bed better so that you and him are comfortable. "how about me? do you feel safe– relaxed– no, reassured here with me?" you asked and you felt his head nod into your chest. you chuckled before placing a kiss on his forehead,

"then come and stay with me for how long and whenever you want. if you can't find me, i'd come to you. no matter what, i'll be there."

"well, technically, i wouldn't always know if you need me so call me when you do, i gave you my number for a reason."

after that, camilo knew for a fact that he has—needs—to know who you are. he finally realizes it. all those feelings gathered up, his body does not lie when he shows his physical affection towards you.

camilo madrigal is in love with you.

it is clear as day that camilo has something in his mind; being all happy and giddy before, during, and after school. not that unusual to others, but to the people closest to him? yeah, very suspicious.

and this whole happy-go-lucky era made him go through an event he didn't expect.

camilo now stood inside of the library, at the further area of it (not many people come there). he's in there to look for references he needed for an assignment in english class. he was humming a song that the mysterious person (you) told him about and because of this, he didn't notice that he was walking into a person.

camilo held his hand to his head while he staggered backwards a bit while a thud on the floor was heard. "my poor ass." you mumbled out now laying on the floor with glare on your face, but then that changed when you saw it was camilo, "shit."

camilo held his hand out, "i'm sorry so about that." he says shaking his head, not seeing that the person he bumped into is you. you took his hand and pulled up, "no, it's fine, also were you just humming (insert song choice)?" you asked as he turned to you in shock; that it is you, y/n, and you know the song. "oh my god, y/n?!" camilo spurred out, tensing up, his hand still intertwined with yours.

you sighed with a disappointed look, "are you going to run away now?" you say with a pout on your face which made camilo straighten up as a blush spreads on his face, 'they're so cute sdfhbskdhf' you saw the blush and smirked, "oh, camilo, don't tell me you're one of those who calls themselves a 'fan' of me?"

camilo shook his head bashfully, "wait, you know who i am?" he asked confused which made you laugh. you combed your hair with your hand, "what? of course i do! if you know who i am, then what more than me knowing who you are? you and i are literally the talk of our grade; we have reputations." you explained as he just nods, still a bit shocked.

camilo nervously stood in front of you, fidgeting with his fingers. you saw which made you sigh and place a hand on your hip, "sorry, i'm making you uncomfortable– i mean, the book i need isn't in this aisle, i'll just go somewhere else." you fumbled out before turning around and walking away.

low-key hoping that camilo would stop you.

but he didn't.

kidding, he did.

camilo took a hold of your hand before you could leave the aisle, "sorry! i mean– sorry, about that. i just– i'm kinda interested in you!" he exclaimed suddenly because of his nervous state. camilo noticed what he said and put a hand over his mouth, "what the hell did i just say?! i'm so sorry–! i meant that, let's get to know each other better? wait, no, that just makes it seem like i'm desperate. you need help finding that book?" he rambled on which made you burst into laughter.

you put a hand on his shoulder, "camilo, calm down and yes, i need help finding that book. maybe we could help each other with the assignments as well." you said to him as he nods, "yeah! i mean– sure, let's do that." he says sheepishly as you giggle.

the two of you spent the remaining free period studying and completing assignments. then the bell rung.

camilo pouted seeing as he enjoyed his time with you to which you chuckled at the sight. you pinched his cheeks, "aw camilo! don't be sad, tell you what, here have my number. let's have a date later at the cafe down town?" you asked with a small blush on your face. camilo, on the other hand, is very red at your sudden invite. "yes! i mean– sure, i would love to." he let out a nervous giggle at the end while you handed him a piece of paper.

you stood up with your bags and books, "let's meet in an hour." camilo turned to you, "where? at the cafe?" you shook your head and smirked, "once you realize, you know where." you winked at him then left leaving him confused and blushing.

you arrived home with a glare and a red face. carlos, your cousin, and your mother saw seeing as they were nearby. they then nodded to each other; your mother giving carlos some things to calm you down.

carlos held your shoulder and hand, "y//n, calm down, whatever happened it doesn't matter. here have a cup of tea." he says handing you your favorite cup filled with your favorite tea. of course you took a sip of it, "no, no, you calm down carlos, i'm not mad." you told him with a small smile instead of a glare.

carlos deadpans at you, "why the hell were you walking in with a glare and a red face in then?" now, you glare at him, "it's my resting bitch face, carlos." you clicked your tongue at him, "great! i'm kinda pissed now. go away carlos, i got a date to prepare for." you casually say while shooing him.

wrong move.

your mother popped up out of nowhere and immediately started shaking you, "A DATE?!?///11/1/" she screamed at you while carlos stared at you hella shocked, jaw dropped and all. "a date? y/n, please tell me you're joking, you have the worst reputation out of all of us! this might be a prank." he states as you deadpan at him in return.

"mother, stop shaking me and carlos, i'm the one who asked them out. shut the hell up already, i'm getting a headache from the both of you and i don't wanna be in a bad moon when i meet camilo– SHIT!" you accidentally let out who you're going on a date with which made your mother and carlos stare at you with blinking eyes and open mouths.

irene suddenly appeared from the sky, "I HEARD EVERYTHING!" the three of you turned to him in surprise, "irene, please never do that again." your mother tells him, but he just ignores her and goes to you. "i told you to be careful, y/n!" he tries to talk to you but you took this as your cue to lock yourself up in your room. "BYE!"

there stood your mother; who has a teary look of relief, carlos; who's a bit annoyed, and irene; with a smirk on his face. irene turned to carlos, "i win." he says extending his hand as carlos begrudgingly hands over a stack of cash, "puta."

meanwhile at camilo, he cautiously sneaked back to his room and prepare for the date with you. why is he sneaking back? well, his sister, dolores, just apparently knows everything somehow and she's bad with keeping secrets (some times) especially if those secrets are about camilo.

just as camilo was about to get inside his room, dolores popped out of the corner, "i heard that you have a date later." she says scaring camilo who let out a scream which someone else heard and walked over.

camilo sighs as he places a hand over his heart, "gosh dolores, please, you're gonna give me a heart attack one day." he says trying to stir the conversation but dolores didn't budge. "i'm not going to be the one to give you a heart attack, camilo. it's y/n who's going to, after all, you're going on a date with her." she says all teasingly.

mirabel looked at camilo in shock and started shaking him, "you're going on a date with y/n???!!!?/1/1 have you lost your mind?! they're scary! and dangerous! oh my gosh..." she exclaims at camilo who pushes mirabel away a bit.

"calm down mirabel, she's not that bad. they and i literally spent half of the day together and then she asked me out. alright! i'm going to prepare now, shoo shoo." camilo dismisses mirabel's thoughts and pushes them away from his room and locks himself behind it.

camilo, inside his room, then took out the piece of paper you gave him and his phone as well. "alright, i'll just save their number real quick." he mumbles out while typing the numbers then–

"oh my god, i love my life."

hyou sat on the couch at your hideout, waiting for camilo to burst through the doors and give you a big hug– maybe even a kiss if he's bold enough in which you doubt would happen.

oh you were so wrong.

the moment camilo got inside of the room, he ran towards you and picked you up on his shoulder like a sack. it all happened so fast that it took you a while to notice what was going on. by the time you realized, camilo was running on school grounds with you on his shoulder and there was still people on grounds!

meaning, the two of you are trending right now.

you started hitting camilo's back, "camilo! you're an idiot, put me down!" you screamed at him as he just gives you a laugh, "i will once we're out of the school." he says but you just deadpan at him, "what do you mean?! we are out of the school!"

and now here you two are at the cafe, sitting down at the tables outside of said cafe. you glaring at camilo while he just stares at you with a soft smile. you were also scolding him about carrying you until the cafe until, "stop staring at me like that to distract me!" you called out as your cheeks flush in red. camilo just smirks at you, "i'm not staring at you to distract you." he cooed out while you just rolled your eyes.

you took a sip of your drink, "man, take a look at the people filming us right now. can't wait to get trending, yet again." you sighed, nodding at your drink feeling content with it.

camilo shook his head and took a bite of his cake, "i mean, wouldn't change much; we're both always trending." then he pointed his fork at you, "also, you shouldn't pay attention to them. pay attention to me instead, i'm the one your on a date with!" he whined out making you laugh.

you dragged his chair closer towards you then pinched his cheeks, "i am paying attention to you. i've always payed attention to you." you gave him a sly smile while he pouts more, "no fair! you've always got such nice things to say. where are you getting these?!" he whines out as you just laugh at him.

"you'll come up with some, sooner or later. i mean, i'm not going anywhere so take all the time you need." you told him as you boop his nose causing him to scrunch up his nose.

camilo swatted away your hand then his demeanor changed suddenly. you noticed and got nervous since he probably got something in his mind right now. he moved his chair closer to you, "what are you doing?" you asked but he ignored you.

camilo gently took hold of your chin so that you made eye contact with him, "no, y/n, the joke is on you."

you and camilo connected with a kiss.

bonus:

a picture of you and camilo kissing blew up on the internet. you've got a lot of hate for it, but they wouldn't do anything to you. why? because they all know what would happen if you get pissed.

camilo got teased about it a lot some saying that they thought he was gay, even his family thought so too!

the two of you are happy together, and aren't afraid to show it.

the end.

masterlist ; part 2

[just-here-for-the-moment]

FRIEND!!

May I humbly request Pero Tovar and "every inch of you is the most beautiful thing God ever created."

Heat level up to you.

Thankyou!

YES!! You absolutely may request it, and I hope that you're okay with me turning it into Part 2 of The Innkeeper's Daughter, because, damn... I'm loving that man!!

The Innkeeper's Daughter, Part 2

One MILLION "thank yous" to @fandom-blackhole who let me take inspiration from This Ask for the original Anon and This follow-up Ask from me, and let me run wild with the premise of Pero Tovar falling in love with a woman who works at an inn.

The Innkeeper’s Daughter, Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 3000+

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Pero Tovar x “You” (OC cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Reader’s first time (but this is NOT meant to be a ‘virgin kink’ fic); mature and vulgar language; euphemisms; slow-burn; Pero Tovar being super sexy and caring; kissing; vaginal fingering; oral sex/F receiving; unprotected P/V sex; a little bit of morning-after insecurity on Reader’s part

You broke the kiss and leaned your head back against the wall, breathing heavily and thoughts running wild. Pero’s face was still so new to you, up close. You were learning to read him better. His stony scowl seemed to make up the bulk of his expressions, and other than the pure hatred and anger that had twisted his face after the other man had called you a ‘whore,’ he only seemed to have a softer version of the scowl. On anyone else you would have called it a frown, but on Pero it practically registered as a glow.

You looked up into his eyes as he brought one of his broad thumbs to your cheek to sweep away a tear.

“I have to finish serving the customers. I can’t leave Father alone on a Saturday night.” You kissed him again, and then another before you found the strength to pull yourself away again. “But I want to see you tonight. After I’m done.”

Pero nodded and tilted your chin up with his calloused fingers. “Tonight. I will come to your room.” He kissed you deeply, then scattered a trail of kisses up your nose to your forehead. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and then murmured. “Until then, mi alma.”

You broke the embrace reluctantly, steadying yourself with a sigh as you walked away, smoothing your apron down. You looked back once at Pero where he stood at the end of the hall. His face looked soft, and the hint of a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he gazed at you. You fought the urge to abandon your post and run back to him, and you lifted your fingers in a little wave as you re-entered the barroom.

Thankfully all of the guests had returned to their own affairs, resuming their raucous drinking and eating, the bar brawl entirely forgotten. Your father looked at you with an arched eyebrow and you smiled and shook your head, reassuring him that you were fine. You busied yourself with attending to customers, tucking coins into your pockets and ferrying empty plates and mugs to the kitchen.

Your chest ached every time you inhaled, desperate for the evening to end, to see if Pero would fulfill his promise of coming to your room. You weren’t nervous, far from it - you were eager and willing and excited. You weren’t a high-born lady, required to keep her maidenhead intact in order to form an alliance with some prince. You just hadn’t had the opportunity yet. None of the young men in the village had been interesting enough for you to want to steal away to a hayloft or secluded part of the forest with. But Pero… he was different. Mysterious and well-traveled, closed-off until he had bared his soul to you in the back passage. You were ready, well past an age where you could make up your own mind, and you had said yes, grasped the opportunity to lay with a man who excited you.

You weren’t sure exactly what would happen after tonight, whether Pero would stay in the village or leave, ask you to come along with him or insist that you stay put. You dared not think too far ahead, letting your immediate tasks occupy you as the conversations of the guests flowed, filling your head with a buzz that blessedly distracted you from the clenching and throbbing in your gut.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, the last customers dribbled out of the door, laughing and shouting their way down the lane. You washed the final stack of dishes, wiped the tables, and handed Father the last of the coins from your pocket. Your beaded brow had nothing to do with the exertion of your labor, and everything to do with thoughts of the handsome Spaniard who had promised you a visit.

You fairly flew to your room at the top of the stairs, discarding your soiled apron and dress. You poured fresh water into your basin, adding a few dried summer wildflowers from the sachet in your drawer, and used part of a cake of fine soap that Father had gifted you at Christmas. It was nothing like the exquisite ointments or fancy perfumes that ladies used, but when you were done your face and body were scrubbed clean, and you were certain that Pero would be enamored of your efforts. He had noticed your dress, after all.

You donned your cleanest nightdress and then hesitated. Should you get into bed, or sit in your side chair? You decided to tuck yourself under the covers and read for a bit by the lamp. You heard no noises from the rest of the house, though you listened with eager ears, only half-attentive to your book. Time dragged on interminably. Just as you were growing a bit drowsy, you heard a tap at your door. Your pulse raced and you swung your legs out of bed, dashing the few steps to the door.

“Who is it?” You whispered.

“Pero, mi alma.”

You swung the door open, beaming up at him. You reached one hand out to take his and pulled him into the room, almost not believing that he had come. But as you closed the door and he crowded you against it to kiss you again, you sunk into the reality of it. He was here, he was real, he was yours.

You felt a sense of urgency, the desire to pull him into your bed immediately and get right to lovemaking. But you fought against the urge to hurry, tried to memorize every one of Pero’s kisses as he held you tight between him and the door, one large arm wrapped around your waist while the other cupped your jaw tenderly. You found yourself almost whimpering as he kissed you, his tongue sweeping your mouth with passion. This was heaven. If this is how men made love, you could get used to this.

At length, Pero pulled away from you, gazing deep into your eyes. “Mi alma… you are a maiden, yes?”

You nodded, feeling suddenly shy. He had guessed as much in the hall downstairs, telling you that he would show you everything you needed to know, show you how to please a man. Now that it was a matter of actual discussion, your lack of experience felt like a burden. Would you be able to please him? Would he still be in love with you if you were clumsy or awkward?

Pero tilted your chin up and spoke low, serious in tone. “I will be gentle. It may hurt at first, but after that you will feel great pleasure. I will make sure of it.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Pero’s question wasn’t meant to embarrass you, but rather to ensure that you would be comfortable and safe. Your shyness ebbed away, replaced by a glowing pride that you had chosen such a careful man to be your first.

“I trust you, Pero. I am ready.” You smiled and leaned up to kiss him once more. He stepped back and you took his hand to lead him to your bed. He sat on the edge and you paused for a moment.

“Should I put the lamp out?”

Pero shook his head, that gentle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth once more. “No, mi alma. Leave it lit. I want to see you.”

And there was that eagerness again, your heart pounding against your ribs as Pero took your hand and pulled you to stand between his knees where he sat. He placed both hands on your hips and gazed up at you with the same expression of hunger that you had seen on his face downstairs when he professed his love in the passageway. A quiet moment stretched long and sacred between you.

Pero dropped his hands to the hem of your nightdress and lifted it, looking up at you for permission. You nodded and he pulled it higher, skating the material against your thighs and hips, until it reached your waist. You took the fabric in your hands and lifted it up and off your head, dropping it on the floor at the foot of the bed. You felt as if you should be shy, but you couldn’t find it in yourself. The way that Pero gazed at you, the way his hands stroked from your thighs to your hips to your waist, the fact that you could see his erection straining against the thin material of his trousers - it made you feel powerful and special.

Pero wrapped one of his hands around to cup your butt, bringing you closer against him. You draped your hands over his strong shoulders. He cupped one breast and brought his mouth to the nipple, licking and then suckling against you, his tongue hot against your skin. You felt desire stirring, a throbbing between your legs that mirrored your heartbeat. You tangled your fingers in his hair and moaned softly.

“Oh, Pero. That feels wondrous.”

He let go of your ass and brought his hand to your front, softly stroking your thigh and nudging your legs apart. He cupped his hand there, holding it firmly against your sex, and you nearly wailed at the sensation, the delicious contrast of Pero working his mouth at the same time that his hand was touching you so intimately.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling his fingers explore you. He stroked your center softly with his largest finger, bringing wetness forth and then pushing it back between your folds. You felt your pleasure building, something below your navel twisting itself higher. Then Pero’s finger found your sensitive bud and he began circling it, building the pressure until you felt the dam burst. You brought the back of your hand up to your mouth and stifled a moan as you felt your cunt throb and quiver, stealing your breath and sending your head reeling.

As the sensation began to slow, you felt Pero stroke you again and then insert his finger up into your folds. It felt amazing, like it belonged there. He probed you gently and then pushed it further in. You felt the breath return to your lungs and then you looked down at him. He released his mouth from your breast and placed a kiss to your stomach.

“Is this alright, mi alma? Am I hurting you?”

You shook your head. “No, Pero. It felt good. It feels good.”

He smiled and then released you. “Lay down for me.”

You lay in the center of your small bed, looking up at him expectantly as he stripped his tunic off. You nearly gasped at his beauty, his golden skin marred by scars, his broad shoulders muscled after hours and hours of fighting. And when he peeled his pants down from his narrow hips, you were astonished at his cock, bobbing proudly up and erect. You wondered again at your lack of shyness, finding only that you felt womanly, proud of the way that his body was making his desire for you so apparent.

Pero kneeled on the bed next to you and surprised you by peppering kisses across both of your ankles and shins. His soft scruff tickled your skin, and you giggled at the sensation of it.

You reached a hand out to touch his shoulder. “Pero, what are you doing?”

He paused and looked at you, "Every inch of you is the most beautiful thing God ever created." Pero laid a kiss to one kneecap and then the other, continuing his trail up your thighs. “It would be a grave sin if I failed to worship every inch of you with my lips, mi alma.”

He kissed across your belly and ribs, your arms and breasts, and finally came to a stop at your lips. When you tangled your fingers in his hair, he brought his hand once again to stroke your sex, bringing a moan from you that he matched with his own deep growl.

He pulled away and positioned himself near your knees.

“Open your legs for me. I want to kiss you there, mi alma.”

You smiled at Pero and shifted your knees apart, watching his face grow darker with lust as your legs fell open. He whispered a few words in his native Spanish and licked his lips before leaning down. The first laps of his tongue were gentle, and you watched him close his eyes in satisfaction. His tongue grew more insistent, and you soon closed your own eyes, biting your lip to keep quiet as you tossed your head back in ecstasy.

Pero worked his tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves, pausing only to insert two fingers into you before he continued to lick you with vigor. You felt your climax building again. With a few strokes of his fingers inside of you, Pero brought you to the precipice before your pleasure overtook you, throwing you over the edge as you clenched hard around his thick fingers.

When you opened your eyes, you found him gazing up at you, lazily stroking your hip before dipping his head to place a kiss there.

He shifted himself to kneel between your legs, stroking his proud length a few times. You looked up at him through your haze of desire, reaching your arms up to circle around his neck where he leaned over you. He dipped his head to kiss you once.

“Open your legs very wide for me, hmm?”

You nodded and propped your feet wide apart, knees bent up. You felt Pero position himself against your folds, then a slight pressure as he entered you, stopping just inside. He searched your face as you took two deep breaths and nodded up at him, encouraging him to continue. He slotted his mouth against yours, tongue working deep into you as he slid his cock inside of you the rest of the way. You inhaled sharply through your nose as Pero continued to kiss you. It did feel painful, but the feeling lessened as he moved inside of you and back out.

Pero pressed his forehead against yours. “Are you alright, mi alma? The first time is the worst. After this you will only feel pleasure.”

“I’m alright, Pero,” you whispered. “It did hurt but it’s getting better. Keep going, my love.”

He kissed you again and kept his pace even, thrusting into you again and again. As the pain ebbed away you started to feel another pressure building, and this time you knew what would happen when the dam broke.

You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Pero’s cock brushing against your sensitive bud carry you into your third climax. At the first throb and clench, Pero buried himself deep and stayed there, reaching one hand down to thumb at your clit. The thrumming in your core intensified, and a deep groan issued from Pero’s throat at the feeling of you squeezing around him. This third climax was the best one yet, slow and steady, and you felt it from your scalp to your toes. You wanted it to last forever, and you were sad when it burned itself out with a whisper.

Pero kissed you deeply, then nudged your chin up with his nose to place kisses along the column of your throat.

“Better, mi alma?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “So good.”

Pero hummed against your skin and then thrust into you a handful of times more before he unsheathed himself and sat back on his heels. His face was intense, almost a scowl as he stroked himself to completion, catching his spend in his open palm.

He unfolded his legs and crossed to your basin, wiping his hand on your damp linen washcloth before coming back to where you lay on the bed.

“Do you want me to stay, or to go, mi alma?”

You sat up and reached a hand out to him. “Please stay.”

The next day dawned bright and sunny, the light from the thin curtains streaming across your face. You smiled at the warmth of it, mirrored by the warmth of Pero’s bulk pressed against your back, his solid arm slung over your midsection. Were it not for waking to his presence, last night might have been a dream.

You rolled over to face him, finding his face relaxed. You pressed a kiss to his soft mouth.

“Pero,” you whispered. “Wake up.”

He cracked one eye open and grunted at you. You laughed softly and kissed him again.

“Was I good?” You whispered to him. “Last night, I mean? Were you happy?”

Pero opened both eyes in surprise and regarded you with confusion. “Yes, mi alma. But why are you asking me that?”

You felt a bit shy but answered him honestly. “I was worried. I thought that if I was not experienced at coupling with you, that you- well… you might not be pleased, and you would fall out of love with me.”

Pero sat up and pulled you to rest against his chest. You heard his heart beating and closed your eyes. He would not be doing this if he were displeased. He would not have stayed the night with you.

“I told you in the passageway, mi alma, that I had fallen in love with you. But that was not the truth.”

Your breath caught in your throat. If that was a lie, then why had he come to you in the night? Why had he done those things with you?

Pero continued, “The truth is that I fell even more in love with you last night, when you gave yourself to me so openly and let me bring you pleasure. If you will let me, I will spend the rest of my life between your legs, mi alma. I want nothing more than to pleasure you every day for the rest of my life.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. Was he proposing marriage?

“Pero, I-”

“Mi alma, if you will have me, I want to be your husband.”

You drew your head back and looked up into his deep brown eyes. His face was the most open and relaxed you had ever seen it, the scowl entirely wiped from his visage.

“Yes, Pero. Yes.”

He released a breath you didn’t realize he had been holding, and then Pero rolled you down into the sheets to kiss you with abandon.

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♡ Game of Thrones (show & books finished)

Sansa Stark | Jaime Lannister | Robb Stark | Jon Snow | Margaery Tyrell | Brienne of Tarth

Melisandre | Cersei Lannister | Daenerys Targaryen | Ramsay Bolton | Shae

sansaery | throbb | bramie | jongritte

jonsa | jonerys

♡ Snowpiercer (Netflix) (finished)

Andre Layton | Bess Till | Bennett Knox

Joseph Wilford | LJ Folger

melandre

♡ Ragnarok (Netflix) (s2 finished)

Laurits Seier | Oscar Bjørnholt | Saxa Jutul

Ran Jutul | Vidar Jutul | Fjor Jutul

osrits

♡ Outer Banks (finished)

JJ Maybank | John B Routledge | Barry | Sarah Cameron | Chloe

Ward Cameron

jiara | mayward | chliara | chlope

♡ Stranger Things (finished)

Steve Harrington | Eddie Munson | Robin Buckley | Nancy Wheeler | Lucas Sinclair

Martin Brenner

steddie | ronance | lumax

stancy | stonathan | harringrove

♡ Alice in Borderland (show finished)

Arisu Ryohei | Usagi Yuzuha | Chishiya Shuntaro | Kuina Hikari | Aguni Morizono

Niragi Suguru (dramatic character studies only)

Queen of Hearts

takuni | usarisu | kuann

Chishiya x anyone (for angst purposes only)

live action movies

♡ Mean Girls

Janis Ian | Karen Smith | Gretchen Wieners | Kevin Gnapoor

♡ Little Women

Amy March | Laurie

♡ Descendants

Harry | Evie | Carlos

hevie | huma | jarry | jaylos | sea three

Mal | Audrey | Doug

♡ The Hobbit

Kíli | Fíli | Bofur | Thranduil | Tauriel

♡ The Lord of the Rings

Aragorn | Boromir | Eowyn

Faramir | Denethor | Frodo

♡ The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair | Johanna Mason | Clove | Cato | Cinna | Effie Trinket | Foxface | Thresh | Cressida | Messalla

clato | odesta | joniss | cressalla

Alma Coin | Peeta Mellark | Gale Hawthorne | Beetee

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♡ The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Tigris Snow | Coriolanus Snow | Casca Highbottom | Reaper | Lucy Gray Baird | Coral

snowjanus | snowbaird

snowcest

animation movies

♡ Tinkerbell

Vidia | Silvermist | Rosetta | Iridessa

Periwinkle | Pirates | Queen Clarion

♡ Disney Movies

Encanto | Atlantis | Treasure Planet

Frozen | Raya and the Last Dragon | every movie with a main cast consisting of talking animals | every princess fairytale adaptation that came out before the year 2000

♡ Dreamworks Movies

How To Train Your Dragon | The Rise of the Guardians | The Road to El Dorado

Shrek | Home | The Boss Baby | every movie with a main cast consisting of talking animals

♡ Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown | Pavitr Prabhakar | Miles Morales | Gwen Stacy | Margo Kess

Miguel O'Hara

chaipunk | flowerpunk

♡ Nimona

Ambrosius | Nimona

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Hi 👋

How are you? Congrats on your milestone 🎉🎉

I was wondering if I could request a fic with Pero trying to court someone but he doesnt know how to do that so he keeps messing up and the reader is so confused on what's going on 😂

Thank you 😊

Hi lovely, I'm doing fine thanks, how about you? 💞 this was quite challenging to write, I'm not sure I did it right but I hope you'll like it anyway ☺️

Courting fail (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)

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Your feet are sore, your back aches terribly, but you still have to clean the tables and the counter from all the spilled alcohol before closing for the night. 

As you start to sweep the floor, your eyes finally lock with the ones of the man you caught staring at you for the entire evening. 

His eyes are dark and a long scar crosses his left cheek and eye, making him look mysterious and charming. He nods in your direction and you lower your gaze, concentrating on a particular dirty spot on the wooden floor.

"Are you free tonight?" you hear someone ask a few steps away from you, his accent one you haven't heard before. 

Raising your head, you're stunned and shocked to see the man with the scar standing right in front of you with a grin on his face. 

"Pardon?"

"I asked you if you're free tonight." the man repeats himself and looks you up and down before settling his gaze on your face. 

"No." you answer drily and turn your back to him as you keep on sweeping the floor. 

"How much do you want?" he asks as he retrieves some coins from his satchel. 

"I'm busy as you can see." 

You shake your head in disbelief and move to the other side of the room, trying to suppress the temptation to smash the broom on his back. 

"I'll talk with your boss. How much?" he asks again and leans against the counter. 

"Sir, my body is not for sale. I'm not a..." 

His chuckle interrupts you: you feel humiliated, your blood starts to boil and you tighten your grip around the broom handle at his shamelessness. 

"Pero." he whispers and draws closer to you "My first name is Pero." 

You somehow manage to look into his eyes, their colour a wonderful shade of brown that resembles the colour of molasses. 

"How much do I have to pay you for the rest of the night?" 

"I-I…" you stutter, his presence before you is magnetic. 

"I just want to talk to you." 

Your breath catches in your throat at his words and you feel embarrassed as your cheeks flush with heat. 

"W-why would you want to pay me if-" 

"Because your boss won't pay you if I take you with me before you finish working." 

"Oh, oh…" you exhale. 

"I've known him for a while, mi alma. He's a tacaño, a stingy man…" he gets closer and gently caresses your forearm, his fingers grazing the fabric of your dress and making you shiver. 

"I'm - what does mi alma mean?" 

"It means my soul in Spanish, my mother tongue." 

And suddenly, you put all the pieces together and it hits you. 

"Were you trying…" you clear your throat as your eyes search his "... trying to court me all evening, Sir?" 

He raises an eyebrow at you and keeps silent for a moment, then nods.

"Sir, you have to work on it."

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