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starkeymeow · 2 months ago

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PLOT you enter the hunger games a proud weapon of your district, only to find your sharpest blade is the boy beside you, and you’re not sure which one of you the capitol wants to break first.

CONTENT rafe cameron x reader au, blood, violence, murder, manipulation, grief, hallucinations, intense survival situations, just the hunger games sobs

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prologue — “rafe cameron and y/n y/l/n, this year’s tributes for district two!”

reaping ceremony; district two is coming. and it’s already soaked in red.

chapter one — “i don’t plan to die.”

the train ride to the capitol; the parade; rafe and reader step into the arena of public eyes, and they already know it’s all a game.

chapter two — “if anyone was gonna die, might as well be me. someone who at least knows what they’re walking into.”

the night after the parade; reader and rafe find each other on the balcony.

chapter three — “rise and shine, sweetheart.”

the first day of training; reader and rafe show each other what they’ve got. sneak peak to district fours tributes.

chapter four — “y/n y/l/n, with a score of . . .”

the rest of training week; the private sessions loom, and every tribute sharpens themselves into weapons, including y/n.

chapter five — “i don’t think he ever really saw me. just some idea of who he wanted me to be.”

caesar’s interview, the world watching; on the final night before the arena, rafe and reader tear down their last walls and find something almost human in each other.

chapter six — “win.”

the bloodbath; steel, blood, and desperate survival, reader and rafe fight their way out, but not everyone makes it.

chapter seven — “they could’ve fucking killed her.”

the birch forest is not all what it seems. an ambush shakes the group; kie’s injured.

chapter eight — “you think it’s a trap?” “everything’s a trap.”

the group finds some new solid ground to camp on; y/n finds the roses. y/n and topper come across their first mutt of the arena.

chapter nine — “just you ‘n me for right now, huh?”

rafe and reader are alone; reader finds out about the rose thorns toxins. they share a moment before their first sponsor gift comes.

chapter ten — “you’ve got that hero edit shit going for you.”

rafe and reader reunite with kie and jj again, but it doesn’t last long.

chapter eleven — “i’m not dying for their cameras.”

the gamemakers open up a feast at dawn; devastated with the loss of kie, jj makes a sacrifice.

chapter twelve — “do you trust me?”

the final fights; glory, victory. rafe and reader make a decision that puts them down in history.

part thirteen — “make it worth it.”

reader wakes up from weeks of being in a coma; enobaria gives y/n a talk. y/n sees rafe for the first time in weeks and someone she never expected to see so soon.

part fourteen — “i don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

collection of imagines: rafe and reader move into victors village. y/n’s mom visits. snow proposes that rafe and y/n move into the same house together. reader has a nightmare.

part fifteen — “she’s good. the kind of good that makes you want to be better. even when you’re sure you can’t be.”

caesar’s interview with panem’s new victors; rafe and reader get closer.

part sixteen — “you’re owned, my dear.”

the victory tour commences; rafe and reader join together in the capitol for a victory ball to wrap up the tour. y/n finds something shocking about her victory.

part seventeen — “snow’s gonna kill me.”

collection: aftermath of reader refusing being sold. reader finds out rafe has to take her place, but while out one night, rafe comes back home to reveal he finally broke.

part eighteen — “we’re in the same boat now. might as well get used to each other.”

rafe and reader meet 18-year-old finnick odair the following year. headcanons and ideas of their dynamics and how post-quell plays out.

part nineteen — “i wanna be more than that.”

rafe confesses his love to reader who’s avoidant; reader lets rafe touch their back for the first time since the implants.

part twenty — “may we meet again.”

the 74th hunger games commences. rafe and reader must mentor cato and clove; y/n is devastated to find the victors are falling into the same footsteps as her and rafe.

chapter twenty-one — “even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the capitol.”

catchup of post-74th; president snow announces the quarter quell three months before the reaping.

chapter twenty-two — “i volunteer as tribute.”

enobaria has to decide whether to stand for or stand down when it comes to who will be reaped into the games; rafe volunteers.

chapter twenty-three — “you’re different than i thought you’d be.”

haymitch finds you and rafe on the train ride to the capitol about the rebel plan; you meet katniss before the tribute parade that night.

chapter twenty-four — “anyone can swing an axe, but not everyone knows how to make one from twigs and wire.”

day one of training; you spar with johanna. everyone gets to see katniss work her magic up-close.

chapter twenty-five — “if it means she gets out of this alive, i’ll let her charm every last person in this damn place.”

days two and three of training; you find a new ally in peeta mellark.

coming soon.

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chososcutie · 7 days ago

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MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR .ᐟ .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

summary. it's the eighty-fourth annual hunger games, and surprise, your name has just been reaped. with increasingly slim chances of making it out alive, you find yourself entangled with a certain cocky career from district one, and in a shocking turn of events, his ally— allies that fuck, of course.

word count. 4.1k

content. mdni fem!reader, hunger games!gojo, alcohol consumption, violence, gore, character death, injuries, class difference, dystopian!au, petnames, smut (upcoming)

author's note. IN MY HUNGER GAMES ERA CURRENTLY

p.s this is going to be a series

ACT I: THE TRIBUTE.

today was reaping day.

the dreaded day where the capitol chose a male and female tribute from each district to fight to the death in an arena for “entertainment”.

the thought makes you sick as you get dressed for the grueling afternoon ahead, fitting yourself into a neatly starched dress and putting your hair up into a braided updo, making yourself perfectly presentable and curated for the capitol’s viewing, no matter how disgusted you feel by it all.

there truly was no hope for you— your name had been entered forty-seven times as a result of your poverty, your need for the meager helpings of tesserae you garnered in return almost outweighing the risk of getting your name drawn.

but, with the lingering hopeful thought of this being your last year of having your name reaped, being eighteen almost nineteen, you put on your nicest polished church shoes, and head out the door.

attendance was mandatory and you’d rather be in the square early than get dragged out of your own home by a peacekeeper for tardiness.

and as expected, the crowd gathering is big, slowly moving through the line to get fingerprints and blood drawn where peacekeepers jotted them down on sterile clipboards.

“next.” a woman calls out, gesturing toward you and you wince at the small prick she gives you before bringing your finger down on a sheet of listed names.

moving along to where the rest of district twelve stands gathered around the stage, you see a heavily powdered, jewelry-adorned woman from the capitol standing before a microphone. her face is stickily caked in makeup, and unusually spider-like lashes flutter as she waits for the rest of the district to steadily trickle in.

and as the last few people squeeze into the crowd, she taps the microphone twice for attention, all pairs of grim eyes turning to her.

"welcome, welcome!" she exclaims excitedly like this was an event she had been looking forward to for weeks. "to the eighty-fourth annual hunger games!"

her face creases as she flashes a toothy smile to the crowd. "now, before we begin, i have a special treat for all of you straight from the capitol!"

on cue, the yearly propaganda video starts, explaining why there was a need for the hunger games to keep the districts in line─ "war. terrible war.."

as the video continues playing, your gaze wanders and you find yourself watching the capitol lady mouthing the words to herself like a mantra, brightening as the video finishes up.

"well, i just love that!" she gushes. "and with it, the time has come to select a courageous young male and female to represent district twelve in the annual hunger games! as custom, ladies first."

her heels click across the stage as she makes her way over to the glass bowl containing countless slips of paper holding name upon name of young citizens, your breath catching in your throat as unusually sharp acrylics fish out a folded paper at the bottom, holding it up and clearing her throat for the anticipated announcement.

her lips part in an exhale, the name floating off her painted lips easily and echoing around the too-silent district, embedding itself into each of their ears soundly.

the name that belonged to you.

time seems to slow, your heart stopping in your chest entirely as everything around you blurs and distorts, all the heads turning toward you becoming unrecognizable.

“well, come on up!” the woman preens, slightly bending over awkwardly as she tries to usher you toward her, hand outstretched.

you glance around, swallowing hard as blank faces stare back at you.

no one would ever volunteer for you, the small, humble girl from a tiny rundown shack of a house, and so with slightly unsteady steps up the stairs, a thought stirred in the back of your mind, one that told yourself that the games were already over before they ever had a chance to begin.

as the rest of the ceremony drones on, faces swirl together, voices mere hums in the background, you watching faintly as a boy you had only briefly met before gets called up, no older than sixteen with chubby cheeks and a babyish face.

he stares straight ahead, barely acknowledging you save for a customary handshake, his palms sweaty and a bit shaky.

the rest of the day passes in a blur of peacekeepers escorting you through countless corridors, faces dipped in condolences, empty visiting rooms, and finally, the rough jostling of them pushing you into the futuristic train headed for its final destination— the capitol.

and as you board, with your nose pressed against the cold window and the gentle thrum of the train's engine reverberating through you, you can only watch as your familiar, coal-mining district fades into nothing, your eyes beginning to water.

your mentor— none other than toji zen'in, a man notoriously known for how he liked to drink his troubles away, was sat at the smooth table in the train’s bar car, already halfway into a bottle of whiskey, scarred lip curling as he looked you and your fellow tribute over when you both join him.

he clearly had no hope for you two, and you couldn't blame him, eyeing the boy you had come with, his chest heaving as tears streak down his face in rivulets.

“any advice for the games?” you say, trying to break the silent tension settling over all of you, much to toji’s displeasure, setting his glass bottle down with a loud clank!

“don’t die.” he sneers.

that settles it, and all of you lapse back into uncomfortable silence.

and just when you think you can't bear another second of being in this train, you catch sight of the shining capitol in all its glory outside the window.

colorful arched buildings rise high, adorned with domes and spiked centers, each impressively arrayed to show off glittering centers, the epitome of luxury.

sliding glass doors, magnetic monorails gliding past, and whizzing sleek sportscars all come into view, as well as strange-looking people of all kinds clapping as the train finally slows to a stop.

from their shaved eyebrows and colored hair to their big frilly outfits, they were something to be ogled at, your eyes scanning them all in wonder.

how were people living like this when your district was starving for even the tiniest morsel to spare?

they clap and cheer as you draw nearer to them, foreign mouths opening in delight at this year's tributes, likely already betting on their favorites.

"come on." toji grunts, hauling himself up to clap a large hand on both you and your fellow tribute's shoulder, walking you out of the train with a fake smile plastered onto his face, absolutely reeking of alcohol.

the next few hours seem to happen in a blur, with several stylists taking you to a dimly lit room, lying you flat and getting to work on your body, with hot wax and sharp tweezers and razors and polishes of all sorts.

they exfoliate, and brush, and put hot curlers in your hair, all while whispering amongst themselves indistinctly, sharpening various tools.

and then comes your stylist, the one who would be dressing you for the infamous tribute parade, wearing a simple yet elegant outfit with her hair up, dark bangs swept to the side.

"utahime." she greets you, gold bracelets jingling on her wrist as she tilts your chin up to give you a once-over.

she snaps some bubblegum, before rolling her eyes. "district twelve, right? coal?"

you nod once.

her lips quirk up. "well then, i suppose it's up to me to make you look the part."

the tribute parade was where the capitol got their first glimpse of each and every tribute in all their glory, riding carriages that represented each of their districts and costumes with extravagant headpieces and jewelry.

you had been clad in lavishly excessive silken robes that hung off your figure and left practically nothing to the imagination as they displayed the curve of your waist as well as your plush hips, dangling waistbeads cool against your flushed skin.

the idea was to mock that of coal, your outfit a rich black with studded gemstones and a glossy sheen that radiated off you.

but, it had a twist.

because in a blink of an eye, and change of perception, your pure black robes would transform into countless shards of glittering silver, effervescent and blinding.

a choice masterfully chosen by utahime that represented even coal could turn into diamonds under the right amount of pressure.

however, your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the rough jostling of a shoulder pushing past you, causing your whole body to spin out with its force, almost tripping over yourself in the process.

"hey!" you protest. "watch it!"

the one who had bumped into you, a white-haired hulking, broad-framed muscular wall of a man spins around, his hands up in mock surrender, pink sheened lips curved into a cruel smile. "oops. such a tiny thing like yourself has to be more careful, sweetheart. wouldn't want to get hurt before the games, yeah?"

the last part comes out as more of a threat than anything, and you watch as he turns around, firing daggers at him with your eyes.

just who was he, anyway?

toji, noticing your gaze, steps closer, the warm tickle of his breath fanning against your neck as he bends down closer to you.

"that's gojo. career, district one. best to stay away from, he's most likely been training for this moment since birth, if you couldn't tell by the rippling pectorals." he finishes the last part with an exaggerated sarcastic tone, waving his hand around in the air while eyeing critically gojo's costume of choice.

and oh, was it a choice.

being from district one, the luxury district, he was dressed in nothing but a glittering, bedazzled toga skirt that hung low at his waist, displaying his sculpted v-line and tantalizingly close to revealing a prominent bulge outlined against the fabric.

you risk another glance toward him, only for his frosty cerulean blue eyes to meet yours, his mouth curving up almost imperceptibly like he already knew you were going to take another look.

your eyes quickly dart away, as you let out a breath of air you hadn't realized you'd been holding.

but before you have time to dwell on what just happened, toji's got a large hand clamped around your wrist as he hauls you toward the carriage you were to ride in, your fellow tribute already in and looking nervously out at the crowd.

"parade's about to start, c'mon." he grunts.

the next day is training, where all twenty-four of you are placed into a room full of various weaponry, swords, bows, daggers, weights, camouflage, and fire kindling areas where you could work on any and every skill you would end up needing in the arena.

you had started by wandering over to the edible plants station, examining all of the different-shaped leaves and what they meant about a berry's fatality, while most of the other tributes had forgone the basic survival necessities for swords, which they thrusted into the target dummies relentlessly, growling and making a show of themselves— gojo, included.

he was dressed in a tight suit, his biceps bulging out from underneath, with the thin material unable to hide his washboard abs and muscular physique.

his azure-colored eyes glint at you as his head turns, as if sensing your gaze.

and with an overexaggerated cry of "hah-ah!", he puts all of his force into slicing a dummy clean in half, silver sword clutched in his hand firmly, chest heaving up and down in exertion.

he turns back to you to make sure you saw it, licking his lips as his mouth curves into a smirk.

you really weren't going to make it out of the arena.

and of course, a few days following training came evaluation.

evaluations were where each tribute got to truly show off any skill of their choice, and receive a score of one through twelve, with twelve being the highest.

you were going to demonstrate your ability to throw a dagger, with the only problem being that you had never thrown a dagger before in your entire life.

but, with a limited array of options laid out before you and all of the gamemakers, as well as capitol figures of authority sitting in the higher wing, watching you keenly, you were running out of options so quickly grabbing a small switchblade, you widen your stance before a target dummy, aiming toward the heart.

you take a deep breath, the cool silver of it in your palm doing little to ease your nerves.

and finally, with a flourish you rear your arm back before letting the sharpened edge of it fly through the air, only with one problem.

it was headed straight toward the gamemakers.

you gasp, covering your mouth as it completely misses the dummy in front of you, instead whizzing past it toward a tall, bearded capitol man.

shit.

you only manage to scream a, "look out!" before it firmly embeds itself into the wall behind the gamemaker audience, narrowly missing the man by a centimeter.

you can only stare, your heart pounding in your throat as they all slowly turn toward you, various eyes sweeping across your figure and mutters of disbelief ensuing.

and after what seems like years but was really only a few terse moments stretching between you and the gamemakers, they dismiss you with a, "next."

you walk away, your heartbeat thudding heavily and your breathing coming faster.

if you didn't think you were going to make it out of the arena before, you definitely weren't going to now.

quickly after your whole dagger fiasco, the scores of each tribute were to be broadcasted on live television for every possible sponsor to see, and as a result you were a nervous wreck, all over the place and begging toji to see if you could redo your evaluation.

"sorry darlin'.." he drawls, taking a long drag from a cigarette, legs manspread apart on the couch, unbothered as always. "what's done is done."

you run your fingers through your hair anxiously, but before you get the chance to reply, the sudden staticky blaring of the tv cuts through, along with the theme song signifying the capitol tv program was starting.

you quickly find a spot to settle on the rug, eyes nervously darting over the man filling up the screen with his larger-than-life persona, ready to begin announcing the scores for everyone watching.

"as you all know, the time has come to reveal which of this year's tributes are the strongest, and which are the weakest!"

the screen breaks away to a live, clapping and whistling audience, all unnatural hair colors and strange outfits, their smiles bright in anticipation for what's to come, only worsening the twinge of worry in your gut.

after the cheers die down, he begins again. "starting off with district one, we have satoru gojo, our male tribute with a score of.."

he pauses for effect.

hesitates as he looks down at the scoring sheet.

"oh? what's this?"

immediately, hushed murmurings of curiosity break out amidst the crowd, all craning their heads toward what he was about to say.

"ladies and gents, it seems we have a new record on our hands!"

the whispers in the audience grow stronger.

"satoru gojo with a score of a perfect twelve!"

the crowd bursts into a raucous, all bets being placed under his name, with sponsors scrambling to be the one who backed the infamous career, each one rallying in his honor.

you hear a small huff of annoyance next to you, looking over to see toji leaned back, idly flicking cigarette ash on the carpet much to the disapproval of utahime, sashaying over with a hand on her hip to reprimand him harshly.

but all that fades into background noise for you, your attention fixed on the screen, which had now turned to a live cam with gojo on the other end, looking as stupidly smug as ever, a slight curl in his lips and a twitch in his eye giving away just how excited he was about the achievement he had just accomplished.

"unbelievable! well folks, i really don't know how any of our other tributes are going to beat that, but there's always room for surprises! let's continue on to district.."

the next few minutes tick away while he lists out all the other scores, your foot anxiously tapping as you await your own.

"moving to district four.."

"..the female tribute in district seven.."

"district nine.."

and finally, "last but certainly not least, we have district twelve!"

your breath catches in your throat as he announces the score of your fellow district tribute, a solid seven which earns him a nod of approval and slap on the back from toji.

"and for our female tribute.." the man on the tv pauses, letting your picture fill up the screen, eyes flicking down to your score for only a moment before they widen in surprise.

your spine stiffens at his eyeing of your paper, body going completely rigid as chills race down your spine.

"a score of one."

"ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your host for the games, suguru geto!"

a man with long, raven-black hair that glinted in the light when he moved came out grinning, only to sit in a plush chair, his legs spread wide and a fanged smile on his face.

he was all piercings— with black gauges, angel fangs, tooth gems, and even a shiny barbell on his tongue, he immediately drew your eye even in the strange place that was known as the capitol.

"heh.. thank you, thank you!" he waved to the audience whose cheers only grew stronger, half the women in the crowd swooning.

tonight, he was wearing a glittering purple suit that matched the color of his monolidded, almond shaped eyes, alluring and swirling with all that was to come tonight.

"it is my honor to be here, meeting these brave tributes which you are about to see in all their glory! so, without further ado, let's bring them out!"

of course, as always, district one was first.

"you know him, you love him, please give a warm round of applause for satoru gojo, with his astounding score of twelve!"

and there he is, strutting out in a sluttily unbuttoned dress-shirt, tight in all the right places and outlining the hard slopes and ridges of his chest with an infuriatingly smug expression on his face as he goes to sit down in his assigned spot.

when the whistling and applause die down— after what seems like hours— geto begins questioning him, gojo’s icy azure eyes roving over the crowd before finally settling.

"now, with that kind of score, what did you perform as your skill? i mean, that can't have been an easy number to come by, did you, what, flash the judges?"

that earns a smattering of chuckles from the congregation of people watching, all leaning forward, desperate to hear gojo’s answer.

"nah, i'm extremely skilled in all forms of combat whether it be a bow, dagger, or sword. got good aim, and strength to match." with that, he looks over to geto, smirking. "you'd like that though, wouldn't ya?"

at everyone whistling in agreement in the crowd, geto looks around, indulging them with a charming smile. "i think we all would, yes."

slowly, one by one, all the tributes go up, speaking about their motivating factor or particular skill that sets them apart from their opponents, while the only thing you can think about is that irritable thorn in your side, gojo.

he was just so arrogant, how were you going to..

"miss, you're up." comes the polished voice of one of the backstage managers, guiding you gently toward the stage.

shit, you hadn't gotten a chance to practice your speech!

"w-wait i'm not..!" you try to protest, but with a quick shove, you're on stage, the blinding spotlight solely on you as geto turns toward you with a warm smile and a gesture that urges you closer.

when you do take your seat reluctantly, the cameras panning over your face and bright light in your eyes, geto immediately begins attacking you with questions you had been dreading.

"well hello! district twelve, huh? what's it like back home for you?"

and just as you’re about to plaster on a fake smile, and appeal to the capitol’s glamorized view of district life, you hesitate, taking in the throng of people watching eagerly for your answer.

you couldn’t lie. not with how much you had struggled to stay alive, and you couldn’t keep that to yourself like the other tributes.

it’s not like you had much to lose, anyway.

"it's.. hard." you finally say after a beat of silence too long. "i struggle to get by everyday, not knowing where my next meal will come from, which is why i put my name in so many times, hoping against hope it wasn't enough to get me here. and truly, i am nothing but a humble servant girl from district twelve. i have no skills, no motivation, no family, i don't even know how to hold a bow." your lip begins to quiver, but you hold strong, your honesty jarring even to you. "i don't really have a chance at winning this, and in all truth, i don't want to win. there’s nobody left for me to win for, anyway."

you stop, looking up as you realize you had spoken for too long with too little of a response, only to see geto looking at you with an intensity he hadn't given to any other tribute.

"wow." he finally starts, eyes never once leaving yours as he takes your smaller hand into his own. "that was very touching, and i think i speak for all of us when i say that you have us rooting for you."

you nod, and with a few more words, your time is up, and the interviews are over, the curtains coming to a close, and the tributes beginning to mill about, heading back to their mentors and rooms to prepare for the big day tomorrow, when the games officially begun.

just as you're about to slip away however, a large hand snakes around your waist pulling you, your back meeting the warmth of a toned, hard-lined chest with an "oof!"

"hey darlin'.." an all-too-familiar, sultry voice drawls into your ear, drawing an involuntary shiver down your spine.

gojo.

"quite a speech you made out there, huh? planning to win the sponsors over with sympathy for the poor girl from district twelve?"

you struggle in his grasp, finally managing to push him away with a slight growl in your voice. "well at least i'm not whoring myself out for their entertainment."

that seems to only amuse him, his eyes glowing brighter as he leers down from where he towers above you. "mhm, some of us use our attractiveness to our advantage, though i don't imagine you would know as you'd have to be hot in order for it to work."

you don't exactly know what comes over you next, something in gojo simply setting you alight with rage.

all you know is one minute you had your tight, form-fitting dress on, and the next you were reaching around for your zipper and pulling it down angrily to let your breasts spill out, nipples pebbled in the cool air and your eyes blazing.

"oh-ho, i can be hot." you reach down to push your tits up obscenely, letting your head tip back and tongue loll out like something out of a porno.

"look at me, look at me! i'm flaunting my body for the capitol's pleasure!"

you look up just in time to see gojo's normally teasing blue eyes alight with.. something else.

intense and heated, they rake up and down your body, his throat dipping in a swallow before he steps closer to you, his chest blocking your body from anyone watching, and the heat of his fingertips lightly brushing your skin as he reaches for your zipper.

when your dress is back up again, leaving you to watch him, still simmering with anger, he steps back, a hazy, half-lidded look in his eye like it was taking everything in him to walk away from you.

"if you wanted me to see you naked darling, you could've just said so." he says before turning away, and walking back over to his mentor, leaving you to curse furiously after him under your breath.

a/n. gojo was heavily inspired by cato, fun fact!!

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zznblr · 3 months ago

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exes and ohs 𐙚 c.yj

ʚ♡⃛ɞ his ex is getting married to his brother. he’s totally okay with it. he’s very happy for them. of course, he’s going to the wedding. and he definitely did not pay his next door neighbor five hundred dollars to be his plus one at their destination wedding.

written + smau • fluff + angst • fake dating • friends to lovers • neighbors to lovers starring choi yeonjun featuring soobin and beomgyu of tomorrow x together • yeji from itzy • chaewon from le sserafim • manon and daniela from katseye started on. april 5th 2025 status. completed

character profiles

one: you are cordially invited two: and that's a bad thing three: get a girlfriend four: alert the news and the media five: favors for friends six: bem-venido seven: fumbling eight: walk down memory lane nine: defeated ten: kiss and make up eleven: brothers twelve: dinner with friends thirteen: they got you too fourteen: you're drunk... fifteen: viola sixteen: bad kisser seventeen: eight flights of stairs eighteen: glad you’re here nineteen: something blue twenty: worth the wait

disclaimer: all representations of characters in this story are completely fictional. this is not a reflection of the real people that they are inspired by or even how i feel about them. it is simply for storytelling purposes.

reblogs n comments are appreciated :)

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andvys · 1 year ago

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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

And my, my love had been frozen. Deep blue, but you painted me golden.

Warnings: 18+, mdni! there will be smut in the future chapters. enemies to lovers, 'she fell first, he fell harder' kind of trope, allusions to unrequited love, mentions of death, injuries, allusions to self hatred, mentions of bullying, this story is set post s4, Vecna and the upside down are gone. slow burn. ‘hate’ sex. fwb kinda thing but they’re ‘enemies��. mean!reader, mean!Steve, hurt/comfort, happy ending.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You and Steve have never seen eye to eye, and it never changed, not even when you were pulled into a world of monsters and risked your life to save him. But tension had always been between you both, something that neither of you ever wanted to admit -- but how much longer can you take it when the pull between you gets stronger and stronger each second you spend by each others side?

♡

Prologue ⭐︎

Chapter one ⭐︎ Waiting Room

Chapter two ⭐︎ I want you to notice, when I’m not around

Chapter three ⭐︎ So if you need to be mean, be mean to me

Chapter four ⭐︎ Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

Chapter five ⭐︎'Cause you know it could never be

Chapter six ⭐︎ Secrets I have held in my heart

Chapter seven ⭐︎ Got a feeling your electric touch, could fill this ghost town up with life

Chapter eight ⭐︎ Say my name and everything just stops

Chapter nine ⭐︎ And I'll show you if you let me, girl

Chapter ten ⭐︎ Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning

Chapter eleven ⭐︎ Yeah, I know it seems surprising when there’s lipstick still on the glass

Chapter twelve ⭐︎ When the curtains call the time, will we both go home alive?

Chapter thirteen ⭐︎ For a moment, I was heaven struck

Chapter fourteen ⭐︎ Somewhere in these eyes, I'm on your side

Chapter fifteen ⭐︎ I thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around?

Chapter sixteen ⭐︎ Hold me, love me, touch me, honey

Chapter seventeen ⭐︎ What am I supposed to do? If there's no you.

Chapter eighteen ⭐︎ Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

Chapter nineteen ⭐︎ For you, I would ruin myself, a million little times

Chapter twenty ⭐︎ Tell me it's love, tell me it's real

Chapter twenty one ⭐︎ Please, I've been on my knees, change the prophecy

Chapter twenty two ⭐︎ Let the world around us just fall apart

Chapter twenty three ⭐︎ And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me

Chapter twenty four ⭐︎ I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

Chapter twenty five ⭐︎ Who could stay? You could stay

The Epilogue ⭐︎

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hysteria-things · 9 months ago

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smut w chris and goody 2 shoes reader who always acts so smart and innocent w people then acts like a brat to chris?

he gets sick of it and roughly fucks her into her place , caring less for her pleasure and using her just so she knows how much of a slut she is!

LESSON LEARNED

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: brat tamer!chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get taught a lesson when you act like a brat in public.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, spanking, humiliation, face fucking, dry humping, squirting, p in v, rough sex, degradation, a sprinkle of praising, overstimulation, unprotected sex (no bueno!)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,502

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HAPPY KINKTOBER!!!

this is based off one of my blurbs from a while ago😜

your reputation to others is excellent. you’re a nice girl, who is outgoing and will always follow directions or help whoever is in need. goody two shoes is what people mostly describe you as, which isn’t that far off. however, when you’re with your significant other, your bratty side slips up.

“let me go!” you tell chris like you’re a toddler, stomping your feet while he leads you to his bedroom. “i’m being serious!”

opening the door, he lets go of your wrist to have you lead inside, yelping when his palm smacks your ass to usher you more quickly before bending you over the edge of his computer desk. pouting your lips, you hear his heavy breathing as he forcibly pulls up your skirt. you know what’s coming. your punishment.

your eyes start to well up, feeling the slightest bit bad that you acted like a brat in front of his friends, but you’re one of all things. “o-one.” you say between a sob when your boyfriend’s hand slaps your ass for the first time out of many to come tonight. you start spewing out apologies, wiggling in his grip that’s pinned your hands behind your back. “i’m sorry, okay?” you admit, his hand spanking you once more. “i didn’t mean to!”

“if you didn’t mean to you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.” chris snarls back, followed by another smack. “keep counting,” he says through gritted teeth.

SPANK.

your cries echo throughout the room as he continues to punish your reddening bottom. each slap lands with accuracy, leaving its mark on your tender skin. your tears fall on your cheeks now, mixing with the stinging sensation. “seven... eight... nine!" you wail, your voice hoarse from yelling. your body shakes with each impact, trying to squirm away another time. again, no use.

his palm connects again, the force jolting you. the pain courses to your core, pussy throbbing in response with a mix of mercy and arousal. “ten! i swear i won’t do it again!” you plea, desperate for at least some sympathy. alas, chris remains careless, his anger still fresh.

he acts like he didn’t even hear your lame apology, his focus only on disciplining you for your actions. raising his hand high, he prepares himself for another smack against your now-colored rear. “eleven.” he says under his breath, starting to count for you. the sound of skin meeting skin chimes, along with your pained whimper. he pauses for a moment, letting you take a breath to let your punishment sink in — and there’s no way out of it. then, without warning, his hand comes down again, striking your already sore ass with a vicious hit.

“twelve.” chris states clearly, his tone lacking mercy. he continues this harsh pattern, each spank followed by a number. “thirteen... fourteen... fifteen...” the more he counts, the more you sob.

“sixteen… seventeen!” you take back your job, shouting after each brutal strike. your body trembles, feeling like every nerve is in pain. the heat from your bruised cheeks radiate down to your thighs and the folds of your pussy. despite being punished, you feel thrilling and excited all in one. “eighteen... nineteen... twenty!” you choke out, your voice barely audible over your heavy breathing. the tears keep streaming, skin shining from sweat.

by the time his hand falls for the twentieth time, your bottom is a crimson mess. the sting lingers, knowing it’ll be that way for days. yet, you’ve never been so turned on.

chris finally stops after the last spank, admiring his work. your ass is a beautiful shade of red, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. he can see the arousal glistening between your thighs, a clear visual of what this has been doing for you.

with a firm grip, he grabs your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to look at him. his eyes stare into yours, filled with a mixture of anger and desire. “what a fucking brat.” he sneers, his other hand roughly groping your numbing ass cheek. he releases your hair, pushing himself off of you with so much force you fall to the ground, landing with a thud. from the impact, your butt stings even more.

curling into a ball, you wrap your arms in front of your legs and cry softly. “i-i’m sorry, chris.” you whine, voice shaking. the humiliation of being bent over and spanked like a naughty child, combined with the intense physical sensations, leaves you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

despite the pain, you can't ignore the ache between your legs. your cunt throbs with a need that it’s confusing. you’ve never felt this way before, and it scares you.

chris watches you on the floor, a smirk playing on his lips. he knows exactly what's going through your mind. “get up.” he snaps, standing tall and towering over you. “and get on the bed; on your knees. now.” he waits, expecting a protest, but he doesn’t receive one. that means it’s working.

once you're in position, he comes over, his cock already half hard. “if you're going to act like a brat, you'll learn how to get treated like one, too.” chris explains, running a hand through your hair. he unbuckles his jeans so they fall freely onto the floor, dick springing out right in front of you while gripping your hair and pushing his tip against your lips. “open up.”

trembling, you part your lips, allowing chris to guide his thick cock past them. the taste of pre-cum fills your mouth as he thrusts deeper, hitting the back of your throat. “mmph.” you gag slightly around his length, eyes glossy. you don’t pull away, of course. instead, you relax your jaw to accommodate him.

he sets a steady pace, fucking your face with elongated strokes. each snap of the hips sends vibrations through your head, making your nose pressed against his pelvis. your hands grasp at the sheets below, wanting to hold onto something since he’s in full domination. you’re uncomfortable, but your pussy continues to clench with need, juices dripping down your thighs. without thinking, you start humping the blanket to try and get friction on your clit like a bitch in heat.

groaning in satisfaction as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, he can feel your throat tighten around him, fighting to breathe around his girth. “that’s it, take it all.” he grunts, holding your head in place as he ruts in and out of your stretched lips. “this is what brats like you deserve.”

taking his free hand, he reaches down to cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. the sight of you, tear-streaked and submissive, only makes him want more. noticing your desperate humping, he chuckles deeply. “look at you, getting off like a pretty little thing. you do enjoy this, don't you?”

you moan muffled around chris’ cock as he continues to use your mouth, driving you wild. “mmph! mmph!” you manage to respond, nodding frantically at his question. your hips buck harder against the bed, chasing the friction your clit needs. your pussy clenches tightly, a clear substance gushing out to soak the bedding beneath you.

seeing you drench the sheets, he grins, knowing he's pushed you to ultimate submission. he speeds up his thrusts, fucking your face with more power. “yeah.” he grunts, watching you fall apart beneath him. “you filthy slut. show me how much you love taking this dick like a good little whore.”

his words are degrading, but you enjoy the hell out of it. your mind goes blank, focusing on the feeling of his cock in your mouth and the desperate need pulsing between your thighs. sensing your climax, he pulls out abruptly, leaving you gasping for air and drooling. before you can recover, he flips you over onto your back and yanks your legs apart.

panting heavily, you stare up at chris in a daze, your body still shaking from the intensity of the previous actions. the sudden loss of his dick in your mouth leaves you feeling empty. you. want. more.

the exposing of your dripping cunt has his eyes widen, as if he’s a kid in a candy shop. “jesus, chris.” you whimper, feeling ashamed by how pathetic you seem right now. “please.” you’re desperate, not even sure what you're begging for anymore. release? punishment? his harsh words? all you know is that you’re craving every bit of him.

chris takes in the sight of your exposed, fluttering hole, his horniness shooting straight to his dick. “you want it?” he murmurs, his fingers tracing the swollen slit of your pussy. “you want my cock inside you; stretching out every inch of this needy pussy?”

when you’re about to answer, he lines himself up and plows in deep, burying himself in one stroke. a guttural groan rips from his chest at the tightness gripping him. “holy shit, you were made for this.” chris exhales, each pump of his hips driving him impossibly deeper. “taking my cock like the perfect slut you are.”

a sharp cry tickles your throat as he thrusts into you, the sudden stretch sending waves of pleasure and pain through your core. your nails dig into the sheets as he fucks you, each ruthless thrust hitting that sweet spot inside you and sending stars flying behind your eyelids. “yeah! oh, fuck, yeah!” you shout, your hips bucking fast to meet his brutal rhythm. “making me feel so good!”

the filthy words spill from your lips before it’s too late, fueled by the overwhelming pleasure you’re experiencing. you’ve never felt so full. his cock is hard inside you, pounding repeatedly against your cervix with each stroke.

his eyes flash with possession as he rails into you, living for the way your cunt clenches around him, gripping him deep. his balls slap against your ass with every violent thrust, the lewd sound mixing with your wanton cries. “mhm, scream for me.” he says, angling his hips to hit your g-spot just right. “let everyone hear what a cock sleeve you are for me.”

leaning down to your chest, he takes a nipple and swirls his tongue around it. his other hand snakes between your bodies to rub circles over your clit, wanting to push you over the edge. “cum on my cock, you filthy girl.” chris demands, his voice filled with lust.

each bite to your nipple sends sparks of ecstasy through your veins while his stimulation on your clit has you close to the brink of release. “oh god, oh god! i’m-i’m gonna—” your words turn into incoherent babbling as the waves of your orgasm crash over you. your pussy clamps down viciously on his length, milking him as your body shakes and becomes limp beneath him.

the grip on your clit tightens, prolonging your pleasure as he chases his release. with a final, sharp thrust, he buries himself and cums inside you, filling your spasming cunt with his seed. his cock throbs with each string until he collapses on top of you, his weight pushing you further into the mattress. “fuck, that was amazing.” he pants, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “and it’s all for me.” he whispers in your ear, referring to your body.

after a moment of silence, he pulls out with a wet pop. a trail of cum flows, painting your thighs with its sticky substance. he rolls off of you with a satisfied smile, but bites his lip when he spots his cum on you. “turn around and show me that pretty ass.”

“what—” you’re cut off when he guides you on your hands and knees, in the position he wants you in. his favorite; ass up with your pussy on full display. a shiver runs down your spine. it was silly to think you were getting off the hook that easy.

he shifts behind you, hands grasping your thighs as he aligns himself between your spread legs. one finger traces the marks he left earlier, your hips backing into him unknowingly. “so eager. tell me what you need, slut. beg for it.” he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance, letting you feel his growing erection.

chris waits patiently, your body practically calling his name to be filled again. he can see the desperation in the way you arch your back, presenting yourself even more. “you know what to say.” he points out. “i want to hear those dirty words from your smart mouth.”

he delivers a sharp smack to one cheek, watching the flesh jiggle and flush pink under the force. he massages the sting away, waiting for you to give him what he wants. “please, chris.” you pout, feeling embarrassed about how at this moment you can’t live without his cock. “please, fuck me again, baby. use me however you want.” it seems like you don’t know who you are anymore. hours ago you were tough and mighty, but now you’re small and submissive.

pulling you back against him, he lines up his dick with your soaked sex. “that’s it, princess.” he says, his breath hot against your ear. “swallowing my cock like the good girl i know.”

bullying himself inside of your used hole, your eyes roll back from being filled with him again. just as before, you wrap deliciously around him. he sets a quick pace, the sound of your bodies conjoining bouncing off of the walls. “you’re still so tight.” he hisses.

your mouth falls open in a silent scream as he slams into you, the wideness spreading you open and hitting spots you didn't know existed. it’s almost too much, but you love it. “yes! yes! yes!” you cry out, meeting each of his powerful thrusts. “h-harder.”

the explicit sounds of your guys’ love making fill the air, conjoining with your moans and the slap of skin. you can feel another orgasm building, your walls fluttering wildly around his base. “do-don’t stop. don't ever stop.” you babble incoherently, lost in the trance of ecstasy. “i’m g-gonna—”

feeling your gummy walls squeeze around him, chris is determined to bring you to release. “cum for me.” he insists, brunette strands sticking to his forehead. “come on, give it to me.”

he can feel his own high approaching, his balls tightening as he nears. he holds back, wanting to put you before him. walls spasming, your moans become a higher pitch. “i’m cumming! fuck, i’m—” you don’t finish your sentence when the familiar ring of white moves down his shaft. chris fills you up one more time shortly after, ropes of cum shooting into your womb.

exhausted is an understatement. you know damn well you’re going to be walking from side to side for days, possibly weeks. “i love you so fucking much.” he breathes from next to you, kissing your shoulder. you hum in response, shutting your eyes. if that didn’t make you learn your lesson, you don’t know what will.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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chvoswxtch · 4 months ago

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the devil and the widow

[status: in progress]

summary: matt murdock is recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. to help take down a trafficking ring run by a new crime organization that rose to power in fisk’s absence. he’s forced to work agent y/l/n, who’s just as thrilled about the pairing as he is. as the investigation unravels more webs of lies, haunting details are uncovered, and matt starts to question who he’s actually working for, especially as he digs further beneath the skeletons of his mysterious partner’s dark past. every revelation leaves matt with the same unsettling question; who’s the real villain?

a/n: there was an idea...and it got out of hand and so here we are. i'm so excited to finally share this with y'all. it's been in the works for quite some time now. if you loved the bodyguard, I really hope you'll love this one. it's another slow burn, so get comfy. there's also going to be a lot of mature themes in this series, as well as spice (duh), but as always, I will post specific content warnings for each chapter as they drop.

if you've been in the daredevil fandom this whole time, it's great to see your beautiful faces again. if you're new here from dd born again, on behalf of all of us, welcome. we're glad you're here.

without further ado, sit back, relax, grab a drink and a snack, maybe some tissues, and enjoy.

»— anything marked with an astrik contains explicit content. minors dni.

»— all work is my own. please do not repost anywhere else without my consent.

chapter one: the head of the snake

chapter two: follow my lead

chapter three: by any means necessary

chapter four: an olive branch

chapter five: lucky

chapter six: the entertainment

chapter seven: [coming soon]

chapter eight:

chapter nine:

chapter ten:

chapter eleven:

chapter twelve:

chapter thirteen:

chapter fourteen:

chapter fifteen:

chapter sixteen:

chapter seventeen:

chapter eighteen:

chapter nineteen:

chapter twenty:

chapter twenty one:

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fairy-angel222 · 1 year ago

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ft. Choso Kamo

—You meet Choso at a bar after babysitting him eight years ago

cw: small age gap (25 n 23), smut

It’s been a long time since you’d seen Choso Kamo. Having babysat him back when he was twelve and you were fifteen. A mere three years gap which deemed you mature enough for the job by his parents.

He’d never tell it to you, but you were his childhood crush. The girl he wanted to marry. The girl he told his friends about. His parents kept you around for only two years. Concluding that the boy was old enough to take care of himself.

He was devastated, especially when you found out that you’d be moving only a week later. He knew his feelings weren’t returned, but it hurt to see you go. He cried for weeks, couldn’t eat or sleep. He just wanted to see you again.

He hoped that maybe you’d text him, check up on him like you did when it was your duty. But you didn’t. You’d be turning eighteen the next year and would go off to college. And he’d be stuck there, without you for the rest of his life.

It had been eight years, and Choso sat in a bar with his friends. Their glasses clanking loudly against each other as they downed its contents. He hated crowded places like this, he wouldn’t even be there if not for his friends.

He’d gone to college, gotten his fair share of girls. Everything you promised him that he could do one day, the only thing missing was you.

“Choso? Oh my God is that you?”

It couldn’t be.

Choso’s mouth went dry as his head snapped in the direction of that familiar voice. A wide smile on his face as he took you in. “Y/n.. you.. I- wow.”

There you stood, after so long, grown into your body and as pretty as ever. You didn’t look a day over nineteen. It hurt to remind himself that you were not twenty five. It had been that long.

You giggled softly, that same giggle that he swore made his heart flutter. “It’s so good to see you Cho. It’s been so long.” You pulled him in for a hug and he stiffened, taking in that sweet scent that you always carried. It really was you. He allowed himself to hug you back tightly, pulling your shorter frame into his chest as he closed his eyes. Enjoying your embrace.

“It really has. I missed you.” He let slip out, and you smiled sadly as you pulled away. “I’m sorry Cho.. i didn’t think i’d have to move. Would have been nice to see you graduate and stuff.”

“No no it’s okay. It’s fine. I’m really glad to see you.” He could see his friends winking at his side, all watching intently at the interaction. It made him fidget, lip between his teeth as his face flushed a pale red. “How about i buy you a drink?”

“Sure.” You smiled, allowing him to lead you to the counter with a hand on the small of your back.

The two of you sat and talked. A long conversation about your lives and how each of you had been over the years. It made him happy to know that you were single, and it made him even happier to know that your ex had been your only since you were his age.

He started at you intently as you spoke. A special adoration in his eyes as you went on about your job and your friends. You were still so perfect. He wondered how you would feel if he told you that he never got over you. He’d first have to tell you that he had liked you, of course.

You could not lie. He was extremely handsome. He’d grown to be your type. Nothing like the adorably introverted boy you’d known back then.

Choso on the other hand, could not think straight. His mind was taking in everything at once. Your stories, your face, your lips, your hair, your dress which hugged your body in a way that made his mind wander. You somehow managed to captivate him even more. Especially since he was grown now, he knew what he wanted. His parents told him you were just a harmless crush, a phase. But he knew what he wanted for certain now. You.

It was how you ended up in his apartment. Both your hands roaming each other’s bodies as Chosos kissed you passionately. His hand around your throat gently to push you to the nearest surface. He kissed you like you would disappear at any moment, letting his lips trail down to your neck before leading you to his bedroom, your dress and his shirt having been discarded by the time you reached the door.

Choso pulled off his pants, and you allowed yourself to take in the muscles on his body. And the way his arms flexed as he held you tight.

He slipped on a condom, backing you up to his bed until you fell back onto it, Choso climbing over you with your tongues still intertwined.

You moaned when you felt him prodding at your hole. Easing his length into you with a groan of his own. He started off slow, rolling his hips into yours while breathing heavily onto your skin, his tongue swirling around your nipple while his hand squeezed at the soft flesh.

Your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging on dark strands when he began to speed up. Thrusting into you expertly as you moaned out into the room. “Choso, hmm— fuck.” You mewled, back arching off the sheets when he started hitting you g spot with every movement. Pulling out nothing but moans past your lips as you fell into pleasure.

“Swearing’s bad, remember?” He breathed jokingly, reminding you back to when you’d say that each time he said a bad word.

You moaned out a small laugh, breaths ragged as your toes curled, feeling his fucking you deeper than you thought could be reached. “O-oh God— don’t stop. Please don’t stop. F-feels so good.” You cried, noises pretty and high pitched as your stomach burned, feeling your inching closer and closer to orgasm.

“S-shit. Had a crush on you f’ so long. Never thought this would be happening.” He grunted deeply. “Though i got over you till i saw you tonight.” His eyes met yours and you fought the urge to tell him that you knew, you’d known all along. He had just been a little boy with a crush. But now.. it was so much different. You craved him after seeing him. You wanted him.

“Ahh, ‘m so close Cho.. ‘m gonna cum.” You moaned, vision going black as you let your eyes shut, arms wrapping around his shoulders as your body was rocked back and forth.

“Go ahead sweetheart, cum f’ me yeah? I’ve got you, just let go kay?”

You nodded with a cry, body shaking as you let go. Allowing yourself to crumble underneath him as you came. Drenching his cock in your slick.

Choso’s thrusts became sloppy and he groaned, “That’s it. So good for me. Haah— shit.” Burying himself deep inside you before spilling into the condom which separated you. Unable to stop himself from imagining breeding you raw.

You both panted as you struggled to catch your breaths. Holding onto each other in a comfortable silence after he pulled out.

“That was..”

“Yeah,” He agreed. There was no going back after this.

He got both you and him cleaned up, giving you one of his shirts to wear as you let yourself cuddle into him on the couch. Watching a movie with two beers as he stroked your skin gently. Chin on your head as he tried to wrap his head around exactly what just happened.

This was serious. It didn’t feel like another one of his one-night stands, it felt real. It felt like there could actually be something between you. And he would do whatever he could to make it happen.

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zorosangell · 7 months ago

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⛥*ﾟ・。* masterlist (under construction)

note: masterlist updates will be sporadic and not scheduled at all. if you want the link to a specific fic just ask. and they are in release order

— protector: full wattpad ver.

⤷ chapter one, ⤷ chapter two, ⤷ chapter three, ⤷ chapter four, ⤷ chapter five, ⤷ chapter six, ⤷ chapter seven, ⤷ chapter eight, ⤷ chapter nine, ⤷ chapter ten, ⤷ chapter eleven, ⤷ chapter twelve, ⤷ chapter thirteen, ⤷ chapter fourteen, ⤷ chapter fifteen, ⤷ chapter sixteen, ⤷ chapter seventeen, ⤷ chapter eighteen, ⤷ chapter nineteen, ⤷ chapter twenty, ⤷ chapter twenty-one, ⤷ chapter twenty-two, ⤷ chapter twenty-three, ⤷ chapter twenty-four, ⤷ chapter twenty-five, ⤷ chapter twenty-six, more pending...

— lucky punch

⤷ chapter one, ⤷ chapter two, ⤷ chapter three more pending...

— perfect match

⤷ chapter one, more pending...

— piña colada

⤷ x -- some women just can't take a hint... good thing zoro's only got eyes for one girl

— onigiri

⤷ x -- zoro's on a training binge and refuses to bathe... this, unless its with you

— happy birthday

⤷ x -- it's a known fact that zoro can't stand his birthday... but when you finally discover the date, you can't help putting together something special

— oiran

⤷ x -- while luffy and the others are off saving sanji, zoro is assigned the role of a ronin, and told to keep a low profile as he roams the land of wano... but he riks revealing himself and the entire crew when he discovers you're a nearby oiran, and in need of his rescue

— rice crackers

⤷ x -- after nami discovers a little girl stowing away on the sunny, the crew comes together to interrogate her... but she won't stop claiming to be your daughter

— stein

⤷ x -- while you're laughing at the stories told to you by some rando at the bar, zoro can't help but be affected by the green-eyed monster. nami and robin try to quell his worries... but things take a turn for the worst when the man puts his hands on you

— kunoichi

⤷ x -- the story of how you met the strawhat crew (and your swordsman)

— vice admiral

⤷ x -- after receiving some terrible news by news coo, you're left completely devastated. the crew does their best to console you, to no avail... and zoro realizes that, for once, his actions won't speak louder than his words... and makes a promise he's willing to die to keep

— jug

⤷ x -- after going out to search for luffy, you and zoro stumble upon a bottle of pink sake. zoro drinks it without question, but lives to regret it, as you have to deal with the consequences... physically

— theory

⤷ x -- the effects of a devil fruit age zoro into a forty year-old version of himself. and after his initial annoyance passes, he grows thankful... as you can't seem to keep your hands off him.

— fantasy

⤷ x -- part two of theory

— pit

⤷ x -- time and time again zoro has forgotten about your outings, leaving you dressed up and alone on several occasions. but after nami witnesses it in person, she finally puts her foot down... and you finally confront your swordsman.

— knight

⤷ x -- as a princess, you constantly have a bounty on your head, which means you are almost always under attack whenever the crew docks on an island. so, after zoro saves you from being kidnapped again, you both have a heart to heart... which ends in a little confession.

— inn

⤷ x -- you'd known zoro nearly all your life—having grown up with the swordsman in his home village—and considered him the most important person in your life... so, after luffy saves you both from the execution yard and invites you to join his crew, you can't help but feel like your lack of strength will end up becoming a hindrance to zoro's dream

— bento

⤷ x -- part two of inn -- you and zoro have a heartfelt reunion on the sabaody archipelago... with the help of a kindly fisherman.

— mistletoe

⤷ x -- nami has to school zoro in the art of gift-giving in order to save your first christmas together. luckily, he manages to wise up... and gives you a gift you won't ever forget.

— ham melon

⤷ x -- after you contract a rare, deadly disease, zoro has to take care of you... the best he can.

— nurse

⤷ x -- a mysterious man crash lands on your gloomy island, and you patch him up... unaware of his odd relationship with your father.

— nightgown

⤷ x -- after two wonderful years with the swordsman, you're reluctant to let him go, especially without telling him how you feel. luckily, he feels the exact same way... and more than accepts your scanty going away present.

— brand

⤷ x -- you return to the ship with a horrible injury... and zoro goes fucking berserk.

— bmf

⤷ x -- zoro doesn't take kindly to you being disrespected... at all.

— endgame

⤷ x -- prequel to inn -- when chopper asks about your past, zoro reminisces on your history together... and is reminded of exactly what you are to him.

— boxers

⤷ x -- part two of pit -- zoro saves your life (ish) and finally finds the courage to win you back

— stupid

⤷ x -- part two of oiran -- zoro starts an argument over you going undercover as orochi's personal oiran. and it ends... interestingly.

— pleasures

⤷ x -- in an effort to get him to relax, you give your moss-haired boyfriend a massage, and get him riled up in the process... how else is he supposed to repay you?

— sweetheart

⤷ x -- after winning a candlelit dinner for two, zoro tries his best to ask you out... though you don't seem to catch the hint.

— rum

⤷ x -- part three of nurse, part two of nightgown -- nami notices zoro's recent, odd behavior and decides to drag him out to a bar in order to confront him. little does she know his funk is due to the absence of a certain someone... and little does he know that certain someone is right under his nose.

— white lotus

⤷ x -- you and your squadron reprimand zoro and bring him back to the castle after he's found wandering around in your kingdom's forest. turns out, the crew is already there since, surprise surprise, luffy destroyed something he wasn't supposed to. now the crew has to plead their case... but while they're doing so, zoro can't seem to keep his eyes off a certain someone, nor understand the weird feeling in his chest at the sight of her strength.

— reading

⤷ x -- after plotting on zoro for the longest, you finally decide to make your move... the only question is what zoro's willing to risk.

— round two

⤷ x -- part two of white lotus -- things get a little heated during a sparring session between you and the moss-haired swordsman. and the results are... inconclusive.

— firewood

⤷ x -- stumbling across a small shack in the country of wano, the last thing you expected was to find your boyfriend snuggled up with an oiran... zoro's got a lot of explaining to do.

— hibiscus

⤷ x -- after a wardrobe malfunction at the pool, you're left soaked and topless... luckily, you have a hot boyfriend to come to your rescue.

— scent

⤷ x -- zoro wakes up in the mood... and you'd be crazy not to oblige.

— stall

⤷ x -- after you catch a girl trying to spike zoro's drink, all hell breaks loose... hell being you.

— receipt

⤷ x -- part two of reading -- a rude store manager and an unruly gang of bounty hunters learn how much zoro DOES NOT play about the daughter of red-haired shanks (i.e you)

— beach

⤷ x -- after zoro finds you unconscious on an abandoned beach, he quickly takes you to shelter... where he learns that something's off.

— sake

⤷ x -- your friends-with-benefits relationship with zoro becomes complicated when he gets monstrously drunk and begins to confess his deepest, darkest feelings about you.

— daises and posies

⤷ x -- a kid with the hots for you begins to challenge zoro, insulting his pride as a swordsman and capabilities as a partner until the mosshead finally snaps... leaving you as the only thing standing between all-out war

— pocus

⤷ x -- when you're a no-show for your scheduled merienda, katakuri begins to worry. little does he know you're right in the middle of a Big Mom hunger pang, and she seems to be craving your specialty...

— sample

⤷ x -- prequel to pocus -- katakuri's dreams of you come to a head when he learns that the two of you are already engaged to be married. and to make matters worse, your ex-boyfriend makes a rather unpleasant appearance while the sweet commander is picking up his order of doughnuts.

— merienda

⤷ x -- prequel two of pocus -- a year into your marriage to the minister of flour, and you two had failed to progress past that of acquaintances. so, to liven things up, you decide to deliver your husband's daily tea in a rather scanty outfit, hoping to ignite a spark... only to discover his deep, dark secret.

#one piece #one piece x reader #roronoa #roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro #zoro x reader #zorosangell #op

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bearyfast · 2 months ago

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Rumours Put To Rest - MV1/33

Partnering: Max Verstappen x fem!Y/N (referred to as Yourname)

Type: Angst/Fluff

Established Relationship

Social Media AU

Summary: With Max announcing his fiancee's pregnancy, the allegations and rumours start spiralling again- clearing the air is necessary.

Warnings: Allegations/mentions of grooming, mentions of abuse, pregnancy, mentions of death threats, mentions of online harassment, age gap (if I've missed any, please let me know and I'll add them!)

(the face claim is Alexandra Trusova, and your story is inspired by hers (the Olympic figure skating and abuse mainly), but she is aged but slightly.)

Max Verstappen posted:

Max Verstappen: I feel so incredibly lucky to call this woman my soon to be wife and the soon to be mother of my child. This journey with you has been incredible, Yourname. Even though she does not have social media, we wanted to share our news with the world.

Comments:

User: Aww! So happy for you and Yourname, you’ll be great parents!!

User: are we all just ignoring the elephant in the room?

-User: Wait, what do you mean???

-User: he’s five years older than her (which is fine in any other context) but their first meeting was when she was TWELVE and he was SEVENTEEN, they started dating publicly when she was NINETEEN and he was TWENTY-FOUR. not to spread any rumours or anything since it’s a thing everyone knows but nobody actually says, but rumour is that he groomed her…

-User: WHAT

User: So you post pregnancy and engagement announcements but don’t address the grooming allegations?

User: I know people say that he groomed her and stuff, but she looks so happy for the first time in a while

-User: ikr! Like if they’re happy let them be, they were both abused as children and now they found peace

Redbullracing: So excited! We’ll be happy to get a Red Bull Racing onesie for the little one when they’re born! 💙

F1 Gossip posted:

F1 Gossip: Max Verstappen being interviewed after the race and being questioned about the long-standing allegations of grooming towards his girlfriend (whom he first met when she was twelve and he was seventeen), Yourname. What do we think about this?

Comments:

User: is he serious?

User: Max, you just thanked someone for bringing up a personal matter, then say ‘i’m here to race, not discuss personal matters’

User: as a Max fan, it’s time he just admitted that starting a relationship with someone as young as she was (and knowing her since she was 12 and he was 17) was wrong. he doesn’t even have to say anything about the grooming but at least say that.

User: at least they’re happy ig?

User: can we please move past this? It's been years and clearly they are happy together, and they were both abused and find comfort in each other

User: me when i groomed someone young and vulnerable, only started dating her once it was legal, am going to marry her in a few months and got her pregnant with my child, but then i realised it would look really bad for my image admitting to that:

Max Verstappen posted a story:

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Red Bull Racing posted:

Red Bull Racing: Our favourite WAG over the course of this F1 weekend! We can’t wait for Max and Yourname to welcome their bundle of joy to the world 💙

Comments:

User: y'all are still supporting their relationship after all the allegations?

User: we love a supportive admin ❤️

User: the way she looks so tired because of the baby but clearly she wanted to be there to support Max… true love

User: the way he still hasn’t addressed anything and tells people to mind their own business when they bring it up

User: I wonder how the other drivers on the grid feel about their relationship

-User: wasn’t there an interview where a few drivers congratulated them and said that their own WAG’s were friends with Yourname?

User: Can you guys read the room? This is a celebration post of a baby and soon to be mother, calm down for two seconds. Did you see what Max put on his story about people having death threats about his unborn child? Is that not disturbing to you?

Max Verstappen posted:

Max Verstappen: Welcome to the world, Babyname. This is a wonderful new chapter in my life and my fiancee's life- and we do not appreciate any harmful comments.

Comments:

Redbullracing: Such a gorgeous little baby!

Danielricciardo: congrats mate!

Landonorris: will they be at the paddock? (just saying they would look really good in papaya)

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Yourname Fanpage posted:

Yourname Fanpage: From being an Olympic champion to having her own child before the next Winter Olympics even happens… Oh how time flies by! Drama and allegations aside, we wish Yourname and Max best of luck on this new journey with their child. ❤️

Comments:

User: honestly i wish people would let them live their lives, they’re both consenting adults.

User: she looks so happy in the second picture, who was she looking at?

-User: it was actually Max! this was when they first announced their relationship

User: how does she not realise that max groomed her? someone should report him for her

-User: she was a CONSENTING ADULT- if she wanted to report max she could have, but she didn’t, and we don’t get to make that decision for her.

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F1 Gossip posted:

F1 Gossip: The rumours have been cleared! Yourname during an interview with a Russian publication source revealed that she and Max did not speak when they first met at twelve and seventeen and only when they were both of age- which is confirmation that grooming did not occur.

Comments:

User: ngl i still don’t believe it

User: where is the original interview so I can watch the full thing?

-User: link it's there but it's all in Russian and only this bit is translated because they knew people would want to use it (& the subtitles SUCK)

User: I'm so glad one of them finally answered the questions about it!

-User: and also nice to know that no grooming happened between them, I feel so much better about their relationship now. -Yournamefanpage: She looks so tired of questions and I’m sure she feels better now that people know the truth!

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ageingfangirl2 · 3 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel x Child Reader Series

PART 1 - INTRODUCTION

TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE TWENTY-TWO TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-SIX TWENTY-SEVEN TWENTY-EIGHT TWENTY-NINE THIRTY THIRTY-ONE

The last thing you remember is your dad coming into your bedroom and telling you to hide, mum screaming and many loud, angry male voices. You were hiding in your wardrobe when some police officer pulled you out and dragged you downstairs, where you saw both your parents handcuffed.

‘Mummy,’ you scream, break loose from the officer and run towards her.

A single gunshot rings out, and time slows down for you as you look down and see a red patch on your nightgown. You don’t hear your parents screaming; you feel warm before you close your eyes, tired.

When you open your eyes, you’re no longer in your living room but lying on red, hard ground. You check yourself over and see your nightgown is blood-free. You slowly stand up and take in your surroundings, noticing you are outside and that everything has a dark tinge to it.

‘Where am I?’ you mutter to yourself.

You see a large, slightly rundown hotel in front of you called ‘Hazbin Hotel’, maybe they could help you understand where you were and what had happened to you after you were shot.

You walk up to the front door barefoot and knock, hoping whoever is inside ended up being friendly.

CHARLIE

The moment the front door opens and Charlie looks around, she sees no one until a small cough draws her attention down, and she sees you, small, shivering and eyes wide with fear. Her heart nearly breaks. She doesn’t hesitate to kneel to your height and reach her hands out.

‘Hey there, sweetheart. What’s your name?’ she asks softly.

You don’t answer right away, too overwhelmed by your surroundings. The hotel is big and run-down but strangely warm. Charlie gives you a reassuring smile.

‘You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But you’re safe here, okay? No one is going to hurt you.’

You reach out to her, and she scoops you up like a protective mother, rubbing your back, while internally, she’s losing her mind at your cuteness.

Vaggie stands behind Charlie, shifting uncomfortably because nothing in hell is ever as simple as it seems.

VAGGIE

Vaggie stares at you suspiciously in Charlie’s arms. Charlie is already in ‘mum’ mode, but Vaggie has seen enough in both hell and heaven to know that nothing just happens. A child appearing on their doorstep all alone doesn’t sit right with her.

‘Charlie, babe, we don’t even know their name or where they’ve come from. What if this is some trap?’

Charlie glares at Vaggie, ‘The child is scared, Vaggie! We can’t just throw them back out there.’

Vaggie exhales sharply, rubbing her temples before walking up to you, ‘Okay, kid. Be straight with me. How’d you get here? Where’s your family? What’s your name?’

You squirm in Charlie’s arms, and she puts you down, still making sure you stay close to her.

ALASTOR

Alastor is interested, coming down to the lobby after hearing a commotion. He’s interested not in the ‘aw, cute kid’ way. More in the ‘what kind of mischief do we have here?’ way.

He looms over you, smiling wide, his red eyes gleaming, ‘Well, well, well! What a peculiar little guest we’ve gotten ourselves.’

Charlie frowns, ‘Alastor, don’t scare them.’

‘Scare them? Oh, perish the thought, dear. I simply find it…fascinating that a child would be wandering hell all alone. What could have possibly happened to bring them here, hmm?’ As he talks, he notices something. The way your lip curls when you’re nervous. The glimpse of something sharp beneath them. Fangs.

He chuckles and crouches down to your height, ‘Oh my, what sharp teeth you have. Why, I’d wager wherever you’ve come from, you’ve had a little taste of something…meatier before, haven’t you?’

Charlie steps between the two of you, ‘Alastor!’ she warns.

He raises his hands and stands back up, swinging his cane, but the amused glint in his eyes doesn’t fade, ‘Just a harmless observation, Charlie. I do wonder, though, what our little guest is truly capable of.’

Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie start arguing about you, leaving you to your own devices.

HUSK

Now, Husk doesn’t do kids. When he sees you begin to walk towards his bar, he groans, ‘Oh, hell no. Nope. nuh-uh. You? Over there. Anywhere but here, kid.’

He grabs you, carefully but firmly, lifting you by the back of your nightgown like a stray kitten. He seats you on one of the barstools, away from the booze.

Charlie shoots him a sharp look, ‘Husk, be nice.’

Husk grumbles but relents, shoving a deck of cards towards you, ‘here. Go nuts. Just don’t make a mess.’

When you start playing with the cards, he watches you out of the corner of his eye, maybe hoping you know a thing or two about cards, ‘Huh, maybe you ain’t so bad, kid,’ he mutters.

Until you drop all the cards on the floor, and he groans loudly and maybe a little over dramatically than what was actually called for, ‘Yeah, okay. Nope. You’re Charlie’s problem.’

Feeling a little bad, you clamber off the barstool and jump slightly, coming face to face with a small, one-eyed demon. Who blinks up at you with curiosity and a little too much excitement.

NIFFTY

Nifty appears out of nowhere, ‘OH MY GOSH, YOU’RE SMALL! LIKE ME! THIS IS AMAZING!’

She’s already buzzing around you, talking a mile a minute, ‘Do you like cleaning? Do you want to help me organise the kitchen knives? OOH, maybe we can fold towels together! Wait, do kids even do chores? What do you do for fun?’

Before you can answer, she’s grabbing your hand, giggling manically, and you can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. She starts dragging you away, mumbling about cleaning and what she’s going to show you first.

SIR PENTIOUS

In her enthusiasm, Nifty lets go of your hand, running off giddily. You nearly fall over, but you stop, coming face to face with an egg that had a face, hands and feet, something you’d never seen on earth. Then three more eggs appear, staring at you curiously.

Then you see a human-sized snake slithering towards you. Where exactly in hell were you?

‘Ah, a new guest,’ he hisses, ‘I’m Sir Pentious, a master inventor, and these are my egg bois.’

You giggle when he bows, so you curtsey back, ‘I’m y/n. Do you like science experiments? I like seeing things sizzle and boom.’

Sir Pentious’s eyes light up, ‘Ah, another kindred spirit; you’re welcome in my workshop anytime, little one.’

You watch him slither away with his egg creation,s following after him, calling him boss.

ANGEL DUST

He was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, when he felt a set of eyes on him. He puts his phone down and notices a kid staring at him, not in fear, just pure wide-eyed admiration.

‘You’re so pretty,’ you blurt out.

Angel freezes. His fluffy ears perk up, and he gasps dramatically, ‘Ohhhh, honey, say it again!’

You nod eagerly and approach him, ‘You’re the prettiest.’

Angel melts. He picks you up effortlessly with two of his arms, twirling you in the air, ‘finally! Someone in this dump with taste. Kid, you’re a breath of fresh air. C’mere, let's play a game while the adults bicker.’

He lets you climb on his back as he prances around the lobby like a model on the runway. At some point, he plops you down on the sofa and starts styling your hair with his many hands, ‘we gotta fix you up, sweetie! If you’re gonna stay here, you’ve gotta have some flair.’

Charlie and Vaggie watch, unsure whether or not to intervene. Meanwhile, Alastor watches with a smirk, ‘How adorable.’

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel child reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x child reader #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel x y/n #anime fanfiction #anime imagines #alastor imagines #hazbin alastor

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nebulablakemurphy · 21 days ago

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The Winner Takes It All (Part 1)

Summary: Moves and Countermoves AU in which the rebellion never happened. This is very sad and potentially triggering, with discussions of forced prostitution, a pregnancy resulting from it, and alcohol/drug addiction. Proceed with caution.

It’s reaping day. The last one that Everest will ever attend, he’ll be nineteen when the next one rolls around. After that he’ll only need to worry about Arista for a few more years…until Honey turns twelve that is.

His parents wanted to name her Daisy, before realizing that it didn’t fit their image. The perfect victor family with their perfect victor names. Some part of Everest wishes they’d stuck with it, his youngest sister, now nearly eight, looks more like a Daisy May than a Honey Bliss.

She resembles their mother, the eyes, her picture perfect nose; but her smile is different. Unlike their mother or father’s, with the deepest dimples Panem has ever seen. If he’s being honest, even though he’ll never say so out loud, Honey looks like Finnick.

Pair that with the fact that anyone named after a flower it subject to Snow’s wrath, for reminding him of Katniss. And poor hypothetical Daisy would’ve had a target on her back. That’s the most sense Everest can make of it anyway.

The year Katniss won everything changed. Rules got stricter, people got hungrier, Y/N and Haymitch got quieter, traveling to the Capitol for business more than ever.

Everest and his siblings have never been made privy to the things that happen there. But their parents were never the same after.

Katniss takes after Haymitch, using booze to numb the pain of…doing what she had to, to get home to Prim. Not that there was anything she could’ve done for Peeta anyway. The nightlock was in his mouth just a second before they announced both of them could go home.

She doesn’t like to talk about it. No one does. Just like Honey and the Capitol, Peeta Mellark is a sore subject.

“Everest,” Honey calls, bursting into his room. “Mom says you have to come downstairs.”

“Where is mom?”

“With Vanity.” The girl, with a head full of ringlet curls, tells him.

Their mother’s stylist has clearly already tended to her.

“She says you have a special outfit.”

“Special outfit,” Everest raises his brows. “Wouldn’t want to miss that would I?”

“You can’t wear your pajamas to the square, the cameras will see you.” Honey reminds him, a hint of fear creeping into her voice.

“I’m coming.” Everest assures her, no reason to get the poor kid worked up. She’s anxious enough, knowing that she’ll soon be standing on the sidelines of the justice building beside Aunt Madge; watching as their parents get carted off with a fresh pair of tributes who probably won’t return.

The gig got easier with time, Everest knows what is expected of him and he doesn’t worry. Arista doesn’t love the cameras, but she tolerates them. Honey is still learning, equal parts nervous and excited for the call of ‘action.’

Everest follows her down the stairs to find Arista on the pedestal. Her hair in soft waves, the way Vanity often styles his mother’s. Her dress is a lime green number with feathers along the trim. A dress from his mother’s victory tour.

“Absolutely stunning.” Vanity rejoices, patting Arista’s cheek.

There is never any mistaking them for normal children from district 12. They are the victors’ kids, born with silver spoons in their mouths, without knowing the cost.

Y/N smiles at her daughter, but there’s a sadness in her eyes that outweighs it. Her dress is a deep blue, sequin and lace monstrosity.

Not something his mother would choose for herself in a hundred years.

Haymitch isn’t much better, in his matching suit, “what do you need, Honey?” He sighs as the little girl tugs at his hand.

She beckons him down to her eye level.

Haymitch never treated her any differently than his biological children. She’s Y/N’s so the rest isn’t important to him. Honey spent the first year of her life in his arms and every year since tugging at the strings of his heart.

“Alright, you’re up.” Vanity waves Everest over. Presenting him a suit he hasn’t been fitted for.

“My dad’s post games interview suit?” Everest frowns, “you shouldn’t have.” She really, really shouldn’t have.

“Only the best for you.” Vanity smiles, “try it on, we can make alterations.”

Everest excuses himself to the washroom with the garments. Reluctantly stepping into them. He looks more like Haymitch Abernathy than his father does, by now.

Aunt Madge has arrived by the time he returns to the living room. Almost showtime.

“Wow,” Madge says, at the sight of him.

“What?” Everest rakes a hand through his hair.

“It fits.”

“Could be taken in just a bit at the shoulders.” Vanity decides, helping him onto the pedestal and pinning the fabric for a quick stitch before deeming them all camera ready.

The trek to the square isn’t long by any means, each of them splintering off to their assigned places. Y/N and Haymitch to the stage. Honey and Madge to the viewing area. Everest and Arista to the check in line.

Everest remembers the first time he was here, twelve years old, heart pounding out of his chest. He swears to this day that the prick of his finger felt like a gaping wound. He didn’t cry though. He hardly feels the needle these days.

The woman at the pop up table confirms his attendance and waves him on. He waits for Arista even though he’s not technically supposed to, a privilege no other siblings are afforded.

Arista puts a hand to his back as she joins him. “Last year, big shot.” Next year she’ll be standing here alone.

“You’re next,” he reminds her. Only four more years.

Arista nods, allowing the aisle to separate them once more.

“Make sure we have cameras five, six and seven on the Abernathy kids!” A disembodied voice announces to the film crew.

Must not have gotten enough coverage last year.

Arista shifts uncomfortably in her shoes as the camera lens comes close to her face. “Might want to back up a bit. Widen the shot to see the others but like…center me. Yeah?”

The camera operator nods, “thanks. It’s my first day.”

I can tell. “You’re gonna do great.”

“Cameras one and two on the stage, make sure we have the escort, Y/N and Haymitch.”

Y/N squeezes her husband’s hand.

“You ok?” Haymitch squeezes back.

“Yeah.”

“Cameras three and four on the crowd, make sure we’re ready to tighten up on the tributes after they’re selected.”

The orders are barked until the director is satisfied with the placements.

“New crew for your beauty shots this year, Abernathy?” The boy behind Everest inquires.

“Looks like it.”

“Congratulations on aging out, it’s my last year too.”

“Congratulations to you too.”

“I’ve got at least forty slips in that bowl,”

Tesserae. “May the odds be in your favor.”

“Do you think your name’s in there at all?”

Everest turns to him with a smile, the cameras are watching. “Of course, just like everyone else.”

“But you’re not like everyone else, you’re the victors’ kid.”

“Welcome, welcome.”

Saved by the bell known as Effie Trinket.

Everest was never sure how to feel about Effie. But from what he does know of her, she’s an angel compared to Cordelia Walters; the district 12 escort back when he was too young to stay home with Madge and was annually shuttled to the Capitol with his parents to mentor the games.

The pre reaping propaganda is played on the large projection screens on either side of the stage. It is their great honor to be here after all, year after year, offering themselves up as penance for their ‘crimes’ against the Capitol.

The female tribute is chosen first. Not Arista, but a girl from town named, “Whimsy Tecker.”

She stumbles toward the stage on shaky legs. Fiery red hair tied behind her head in a neat lavender bow.

Poor Whimsy.

“And now for the boys.” Effie says, plunging her hand into the second bowl. Reaching down toward the bottom and pulling out a folded piece of paper. Opening the crisp white parchment and pausing, nearly dropping it to the ground.

Effie never hesitates.

“Everest Abernathy.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

“What?” Arista says, inching toward the stage.

“Let me see that.” Haymitch demands, marching up to Effie and tearing the paper from her hands.

The boys around Everest have begun to clear away, as though he is now contagious.

“Guess the odds were in your favor after all.” Everest nods to the boy behind him. Making his way up to the justice building before the peacekeepers step in.

Y/N meets him on the stairs, “everything is going to be ok.”

Poor Whimy is sobbing. Her chances of winning just dropped below zero. She stands no chance of winning against Everest Abernathy. Mentored by his own parents, beloved by the Capitol and all its sponsors.

Haymitch is still holding the paper with his son’s name on it. Effie hadn’t read it wrong.

“This isn’t fair.” Whimsy’s father protests. “How are they going to help my daughter when it’s her life or their kid’s? Who’s going to look after my little girl? This isn’t right.”

“We are going to take the necessary precautions to ensure that the hunger games are fair to all tributes.” Effie assures him.

But the games aren’t fair. They never have been and they never will be.

Part 2

Series Taglist: @lovely-waves @pookiei-bookie

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joelsmorgan · 2 months ago

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ఇ - percy jackson masterlist.

✦ one shots. consolation | established relationship - by @/sukibenders

hush-hush | established, secret relationship - by @/chasingpj

talk to me | established relationship - by @/enviedear

the honorary member of cabin three | established relationship - by @/nikkeora

8:30 | established relationship - by @/juneberrie

kiss it better | established relationship - by @/waitingonher

croissant kind of love | strangers to lovers - by @/juneberrie

aphrodite's daughter | established relationship - by @/waitingonher

best of friends | best friends to lovers - by @/frickingnerd

take a hint | rival-ish to lovers - by @/lilac-fangirl

finally | friends to lovers - by @/crxss01

daughter of the sun | established relationship - by @/onigirio

miss her, kiss her, love her | established relationship - by @/juneberrie

don't marry him | best friends to lovers - by @/alluringwaves

morning, beautiful | established relationship - by @/valsverse

touch starved | established relationship - by @/frickingnerd

childhood idiots | friends to lovers - by @/nikkeora

cabin three | established relationship - by @/triptuckers

so pretty | established relationship - by @/bellysbeach

every love story is a ghost story | friends to lovers - by @/moonclade

wine night | pwop ft. jason grace - by @/smellslikemultifandomimagines

late night skate night | pwop - by @/too-many-fandoms-tbh

best of friends | childhood friends to lovers - by @/voltronisanobsession

the comfort of home | established relationship - by @/triptuckers

dawn | established relationship - by @/triptuckers

keep the nightmares away | friends to lovers - by @/triptuckers

until he did | friends to lovers - by @/lullxby

pick-up lines | friends to lovers - by @/riordanness

maybe enemies can love eachother... | enemies to lovers - by @/alexwritingspot

all because i liked a boy | friends to lovers - by @/xoxochb

king of my heart | enemies to lovers - by @/xoxochb

a moment of warm sun | friend-ish to lovers - by @/xoxochb

do i love him? do i hate him? i guess it's up and down | rivals-ish to lovers - by @/xoxochb

i was enchanted to meet you | established relationship - by @/xoxochb

don't blame me, love made me crazy | enemies to lovers - by @/xoxochb ✦ series. capsize | best friends to lovers - by @/ameagrice

book 1 - what happened in the beginning it just keeps melting - chapter one. oh look, a pony! - chapter two. hey, brainiac - chapter three. what's up, mary jane? - chapter four. do you have to go? - chapter five. the dream state - chapter six. luck on our side - chapter seven. off with your head - chapter eight. a tea party with aphrodite - chapter nine. freefalling - chapter ten. it's not hard to se that boy's a fugitive - chapter eleven. make a deal with a god - chapter twelve. the lotus casino - chapter thirteen. ergo - chapter fourteen. play dead - chapter fifteen. this is how it ends - chapter sixteen.

book 2 - a red thread of fate a read thread of fate - chapter seventeen. a dream is a wish your heart makes - chapter eighteen. time to pray - chapter nineteen. back to camp - chapter twenty. it's called... hope - chapter twenty-one. here we go again - chapter twenty-two. it goes on - chapter twenty-three. if you have the key - chapter twenty-four. halloween came early - chapter twenty-five. actions have consequences - chapter twenty-six.

the one | established, secret relationship - by @/xoxocbh i've got my mind on you - chapter one. what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh - chapter two. you and i go from one kiss to getting married - chapter three. they got no idea about me and you - chapter four. if you get lonely, think of me only - chapter five. and they said 'speak now' - chapter six. but daddy i love him! - chapter seven. only bought this dress so you could take it off - chapter eight. if my wishes came true it would've been you - chapter nine.

ray of sunshine | strangers to lovers - by @/lullxby part one. part two.

total count: 35 (74 links).

more on pjo / hoo | jason grace | leo valdez.

my masterlist of recommendations.

i'm going to keep updating this list as i read more!

last update: 6/05/2025

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valeisaslut · 3 months ago

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can we get some more background on collide’s ellie before the story started? lowkey curious about her groupie days hahaha

THANK YOU GORG NONNIE I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE THIS. TURN IT UPPPP

Rockstar!ellie williams’ life before you came crashing into it was already wild in its own right. the fireflies started as this messy little project in high school, just three angsty teenagers skipping class to rehearse in jesse’s garage and dream too big. but from the very beginning, ellie had that thing. that frontwoman energy. raw, magnetic, loud when she wanted to be and quiet in the moments that mattered.

of course, being joel miller’s daughter didn’t hurt either. the joel miller—rock legend, guitarist god, literal music royalty. she grew up with guitars in every corner of the house, got her first custom pedal at twelve, and was getting dropped off at school in a vintage mustang with the windows down and her dad blasting nirvana like he wasn’t a whole icon. people were paying attention before she even opened her mouth.

their debut album dropped when she was barely nineteen and it exploded. like, charts on fire, critics losing their minds, fans already tattooing lyrics on their ribs kind of explosion. it was rough and loud and painfully honest, and people ate it up. suddenly the fireflies were everywhere—magazine covers, award shows, late night interviews where ellie would always roll her eyes and let dina do the talking.

and ellie? ellie was living like a rockstar. full-speed. full-chaos. she had girls lined up at every venue, backstage passes tucked into her back pocket like candy. groupies every night, different cities, different names she couldn’t remember in the morning. she wasn’t cruel about it, just detached. like she knew how to give people a night they’d remember forever, while she forgot it the second it was over.

there were stories, obviously. ellie williams didn’t just flirt with the whole sex-drugs-rock-and-roll lifestyle—she practically rebranded it.

like the time in chicago, where she went MIA a few hours before the show and no one could find her. security was panicking, dina was pacing, and jesse was one call away from having a heart attack—until ellie strolled into the venue ten minutes before set time, lipstick smudged all over her jaw, reeking of tequila and weed, with three girls trailing behind her like she was the messiah of sex. she still performed like nothing happened, of course. even signed a bra on stage mid-song.

or berlin, when she stopped the show halfway through, locked eyes with a girl in the front row who looked like she’d been crying, and straight-up jumped off stage. mic still in hand, she kissed her so hard it made at least 20 headlines. she never got her name, but later admitted in an interview that it was one of the best kisses of her life.

and then there was that rooftop in LA—the infamous afterparty for some alt girlband’s tour finale. ellie was already drunk, half in her underwear, making out with the rival band’s lead singer against a glass wall while their drummer tried to politely look away. jesse swears he walked in on her mid-threesome in the guest bedroom later that night, but ellie still denies it to this day. kinda.

there was one show—vegas, obviously—where ellie walked off stage with nearly twenty bras and at least ten pairs of panties stuffed into her mic stand, draped over her guitar, even hanging off her boot somehow. halfway through the set, it basically turned into a lingerie rainstorm. she played through it like a pro, flashing that smug little grin every time another piece hit the stage, only pausing once to pick up a red lace thong, twirl it around her finger, and go, “if you want it back, you’re gonna have to come get it yourself.” the crowd lost it.

dina joked that they could open a lingerie store with all the stuff ellie got that night. ellie just shrugged, grinning, and said, “what can i say? i’m a woman of the people.”

it was a mess, but it was her mess. untouchable, unstoppable, with this cocky grin and a body count that would make most people faint. music was her religion and girls were her favorite sin.

but all of that changed when you showed up. not right away—ellie was too stubborn for that. but eventually, the chaos started to feel a little quieter. the noise started to mean something. and for the first time, ellie started thinking less about the next city, and more about who she wanted waiting for her when the lights went down.

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