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glitteryglitter · 3 years

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3+5 (Foxface x fem! reader)

𝙰𝙽: This has two endings so you get to choose which one you want! The first one is all angst and pining, the other one is kind of fluffy. I know that I love a cheerful ending, but not everyone does.

Also, the reader is from district 3.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: slight angst, violence, and death

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Foxface x fem! reader

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3,644

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No, no, no. this couldn't be happening. It just couldn't

You stared in horror as your friend and ally, Foxface from district 5 emerged in a horrific outfit on a chariot.

Surprisingly, your feeling of absolute desolation was not from Foxface's outfit or even your own.

Both of which resembled something the Tin Man would wear if he'd donned couture.

Instead, it was a realization.

You would have to kill her.

Allow me to explain why!

You had, like countless others from district 3 in years past had been selected to enter in The Hunger Games and a few days ago, you'd formally met a new friend.

You'd sworn you would have no allies but unfortunately, your friendly personality and cheerful attitude made that a virtually impossible feat.

An extreme problem that as we all know, only results in heartbreak after one's allies are killed.

This certain person, A sly girl from district 5 who was absolutely amazing in every way was someone who you couldn't stop thinking of.

Stealthy, kind, and absolutely, mind-bogglingly good at identifying plants. She was also so smart, with gorgeous amber eyes that always seemed to take your breath away.

Wait-what? Since when did you think about her eyes? You brushed it off.

After all, you had bigger problems and worries.

You smiled placidly and waved to the crowds, all the while stewing over your predicament.

๑🍓๑

You looked over your shoulder at Foxface.

"Are you okay?"

You knew she had been nervous about this, you didn't blame her. You were too.

It was incredibly stressful and you had seen what the others could do.

Even you felt like you didn't stand a chance.

she nodded and smiled at you which for some unknown reason caused your heart to flutter.

Waves of worries crashed through your mind.

What would you do if you were the only two who remained? what would you do if she died?

What would you do in general? You knew you couldn't kill, Finch vowed not to, and you knew there were careers trained to do exactly that.

You were reminded of the gravity of the situation as even more tributes joined the parade.

Only one would live.

Your surroundings swirled in front of your eyes.

Your knees felt like jelly, you would have toppled over if it wasn't for your district partner who had grabbed you before you fell.

Y/n are you okay? The rather mousy-looking boy murmured as he firmly held on to your wrist.

"Yes, I'm fine." You smiled appreciatively. You'd be sad to see him go.

Your mind went blank once more as the parade continued.

Finch's mind was still racing though.

Through the next few days, your friendship grew and you became inseparable.

She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed.

Every time you smiled at her, she felt a warmth in her chest.

She told herself it was the joy of a true friendship.

She wasn't far off.

It was in fact, at lunch, the day before the actual games that she realized what was happening.

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Foxface had just sat down at a table, you flopped down beside her and promptly started crying into your bowl of salad.

As she pulled you into a hallway, the careers looked at one another, sharing the same thought; What was wrong?

Of course, they all knew exactly what was wrong, they were going to be put in a fight to the death the very next day, but no one really felt like saying it.

"Y/n what's wrong? You can tell me anything, I promise."

You sniffed a few times and shook your head. "It's okay, I'm fine. I know I'm probably one of the least prepared people here and I don't stand a chance. I guess I'm just a little bit nervous for tomorrow."

That may have been the biggest understatement of the century.

At the moment, you'd rather eat an entire bag of coffee grounds than go into the games, but unfortunately, it wasn't an option.

"No, y/n, trust me when I say you're prepared. Your odds are fair, you're no career, and you're not great with weapons, I'll be honest, but they're still decent. Your reputation amongst the capitol people is better than ever. That means more sponsors. You will. Be. Okay. I know it."

"But- what about you? I don't know what I'd do if you died, you’re one of the few people that I know I can trust, Finch. I can't have you die. You should be the one who wins. not me."

You replied between sniffles.

It was at that moment that Finch realized something.

As she looked into your puffy, bloodshot eyes she felt the warm feeling in her chest from earlier return.

She had a crush.

Not just a little one either.

A big painful crush that would most likely end in heartbreak, but she didn't care.

She decided then and there to do her best and ensure you won.

"We should wait and see, they might change the rules this year. You never know what they'll throw at us. Perhaps there could be two victors!"

It broke her heart to see the glimmer of hope in your eyes.

She knew it was probably a lie, but if that's what it took to make you content, that's what she would do.

You threw your arms around her "Thank you so much, this means a lot." She awkwardly patted you on the back, not quite used to being hugged, let alone by the very person she was hopelessly crushing on. "Now, let's get back to lunch, ally,"

You linked arms and strolled back into the lunchroom, heads held high, filled with renewed, albeit slightly false hope.

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It was the day of the games. You'd all been placed in your tubes.

Foxface looked over, only to see you positively shaking.

She didn't blame you, half the tributes were.

The countdown began.

You waved and offered her a tentative smile.

Ten seconds to go...

She smiled back.

nine...eight... seven...six...five...She rehearsed the plan in her head.

four...three...two...one...

Chaos ensued.

Foxface bolted. You, in the meantime, de-activated several landmines and pocketed them for future use.

Being from District 3 did have its advantages.

Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all!

You'd spoken too soon.

You were thrown out of your small revere by someone grabbing the collar of your shirt.

You whipped your head around as best you could and caught a glimpse of blond hair.

Cato. Oh no- you attempted to kick him in the shin but missed.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the best plan of action.

He pushed you against a trunk of a tree and held his sword to your throat.

A thin line of blood appeared.

He didn't look to be enjoying himself, but he also didn't look like he had any plans to stop your potential decapitation.

Foxface ran through the mess, tributes were being attacked, running, dying, and just overall not having a great first day.

She saw you and ran, only barely avoiding a landmine.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at Cato.

He turned to meet the piercing gaze of your savior.

If looks could kill...He would have fallen over before you could say "career"

Fortunately, this gave you enough time to wriggle out of his arms and kick him in the knees again.

This time, your foot actually made contact with his knee and he fell.

Foxface grabbed his sword and hit him over the head with the hilt. His eyes closed.

"Is he...you know... dead?" You asked, cautiously poking his head with a stick.

"No, probably just stunned. We can leave him, someone else will find him. Let's go, before he wakes up."

You pulled each other through the explosives.

Finally, after what felt like ages the two of you reached relative safety.

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It was gradually getting darker and you decided you'd be better off sleeping.

You placed some small landmines you'd deactivated earlier in front of the cave to discourage any unfortunate intruders and lay down.

Foxface lay down and passed you a bit of bread from her backpack.

While you ate, the two of you drafted out a plan for the next few days and what it would include.

It was decided that you'd take shifts and alternate between who guarded the cave and who got materials, at night, you'd place a landmine outside so if any unwanted visitors attempted to enter...well..you didn't want to think about that.

Finally, after some time, you felt your eyelids get quite heavy.

You lay down on the cave floor, it wasn't really as bad as you'd thought.

The moss was soft and with Foxface nearby, you felt safe.

She lay down beside you and soon, you had both drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up with a start.

It was still dark outside.

The sun hadn't quite risen yet and the stars were still visible in the sky.

Then you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

Foxface had thrown her arm around you in her sleep.

You felt your face heat up.

She didn't seem like the type to do this and you were sure if she woke up, she surely wouldn't speak to you ever again.

She would be positively fuming...

Voices, barely distinguishable from the birds in the trees were heard in the distance.

"Wazzamatter?" Finch mumbled, still half asleep, blinking sleepily, oblivious to the fact that her arm was still around your waist.

Your heart melted.

"Nothing, I thought I heard something, but it was just a squirrel."

"We should probably get started, we'll need supplies and it would be better to stay inside during the day. "

You nodded. This would give you time to think about what had happened that morning.

You carefully extracted yourself from her grasp and prepared for the day ahead

As Foxface left, you noticed a small package drift from the sky in a parachute.

Your heart leaped. A sponsor! Foxface was right, they would be of use!

Oh, you could just kiss her right now you were so happy!

Wait- what? She's your best friend! What are you thinking Y/n! You don't kiss your best friend.

You opened it to see bandages, alcohol, and a note.

You stared at the note. "For the couple from 3 and 5, stay safe! -a friend in the capitol"

Your eyes went wide.

Did they think that you liked each other?

Was there a possibility that you liked her?

You sat down abruptly as you realized, Yes. Yes you did.

You shook your head. Now was not the time for crushing!

While you cleaned, you thought about the morning.

You were sure it was just a coincidence, it was probably just nothing. But still- what if she felt the same?

You remembered the note and tried to suppressed the small twinge of hope that it provided.

It was probably nothing.

They must just feel sorry for you.

Unrequited love was definitely a tragedy that the capitol would love.

You continued to mull this over until you heard a rustling in the leaves.

You cautiously poked your head out, only to see Foxface looking quite wounded sitting in the cave's entrance.

You immediately rushed to her side.

"I stole some food from the district four boy and he noticed. Stabbed me with his trident. I don't think it's infected yet, but I don't think I can walk normally."

You looked to the side where your package had landed and grabbed a bottle of alcohol.

As Foxface coached you through bandaging her leg, you only felt your feelings towards her grow. it really was remarkable.

You hoped you'd manage to get through the games.

Together.

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As the days progressed, you reached a sort of routine and it became almost second nature.

That was of course until the announcement of a feast was made.

You and Finch had made a plan. She'd get materials, you would make sure everything was clear and distract if necessary.

That's when you heard a rustling in the bushes.

The female tribute from District 12, Katniss was crouched in the shrubbery with an arrow pointed directly at you.

You bolted.

You weren't sure where you'd go but as long as Foxface was okay and you weren't shot, you were pretty sure it was the right place.

You felt an arrow graze your leg and you turned around only to have Katniss smack into you.

You tried your best to reason with her while she pinned you down.

She grabbed an arrow from her quiver that would surely end up in your heart.

At that moment, Foxface ran past, and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Go, I'll be okay!"

She opened her mouth to say something, but you cut her off.

"Please! I promise I'll come back, just get to safety!" you cried, sounding rather choked.

Come on, Y/n you can do this. Almost everyone else has.

"I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this," you whispered.

Katniss's eyes went wide as you shakily held a knife to her throat.

You weren't sure how you felt about this.

"Goodbye, Katniss. Sweet dreams." you cooed.

Before you could change your mind, you sliced the knife through her neck, got up, and ran into the woods, still getting used to the feeling of a weapon in your hands.

A cannon could be heard in the distance.

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You sat down heavily in shock. You had just done the unimaginable.

You'd killed a tribute.

Foxface plopped down beside you.

"Did you get her?" she asked, her voice sounding just as exhausted and hollow as the both of you felt.

"Yes, I did."

The reality of what you'd done hit you.

Of course, you'd experienced it, but it was a whole different thing to actually admit it.

To say that you'd killed someone and know that there would be no consequences except the moral ones.

The ones that stayed in your mind and haunted you for years to come.

If they did come that is.

"What happened to the others?"

"They killed each other off." She took a few berries out of the backpack that she'd managed to grab at the feast.

What are those?

She gave you a look. "Take a guess"

Your eyes widened.

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Ending 1 (Angst and death!)

"Foxface, no, please don't do this," you begged

She shook her head. "You heard the rules, y/n there can only be one victor now. It should be you. there's no use pretending like there is another way out for both of us."

She took a handful of berries from her backpack and cradled them in her hands, thinking over her decision.

"But you promised-"

Your words brought her back to the lunch at the training center.

It felt like years ago, but it had only been a few days.

That was when it hit her.

She'd never told you her feelings. The girl she liked- no- loved would never know.

As she thought, a terrible idea came into your mind.

You knew it wouldn't end well but alas, you had been well aware of it from the start.

Finally, you grabbed a handful of berries from Foxface's hand making sure to scatter the rest far away. If one of you had to be a victor, it was going to be her.

You would make sure of it.

“What are you doing Y/n?!” she gasped.

It was too late. You'd already swallowed the berries.

She cradled you in her arms, begging you to stay alive a few moments more.

"Foxface, I wish I told you this earlier, I know you don't feel the same, but at this point, I just need to let you know. You have been a true friend and I couldn't have wished for a better ally. I should have told you this sooner, I love you. With all my heart. I really do and not even death can change that." You rambled. The berries making your mind foggier by the minute.

"Y/n I- I do feel the same. You mean so much to me and if I had only known-"

With that, you kissed her cheek, careful to get none of the night lock near her mouth.

"Goodbye Finch, I love you"

"-If I had known, I would have told you that I loved you too. We would have gone on dates, had a future together, and I know it doesn't seem likely, but we would have made it work, if only-"

her voice trailed off as you went limp in her arms.

A cannon went off.

"if I'd only seen it sooner-" she trailed off quietly.

A loud voice proclaimed Finch of District 5 the winner of the 54th Hunger Games yet she didn’t seem to hear a thing

In fact, she didn't react in the slightest.

Foxface stared at your lifeless body. The color still draining from your cheeks.

Even though you were dead, the night lock berries still staining your lips a deep navy, you had to be the most gorgeous girl she'd ever laid eyes on.

"Goodbye, y/n I love you too," she said, her voice slightly choked with tears she refused to let fall.

She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't give the capitol the satisfaction of seeing her distress.

She would later go on to interviews, refusing to say more than a few grief and anger-filled sentences to let the capitol know exactly how she felt about everything.

They had killed her girlfriend and she would make sure they knew what they'd done.

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Ending 2 (less sad! Slight angst and swearing, but no death! )

"Foxface, why are you doing this? I should be the one to go, not you."

"No y/n I can't let you. "

"But Finch-"

"Why y/n? Tell me why you should die. You are brave, sweet, and kind. Hell, you even apologized to Katniss before slitting her throat. I should be the one to die. Not! You!"

She was yelling now, but you needed to argue your case.

You had to stifle a hollow laugh. This was the most comically dark and strange situation imaginable. Arguing with your crush about which one of you should die.

"But why? I know you said that I should stay alive, but you keep forgetting about yourself. You have a family to go home to as well. They love you, they care, and they miss you! Plus, you taught me the bravery that you claim I have!"

"You want to know why y/n? It's because I love you. A lot. If you died, I don't know what I would do. " Foxface clapped a hand over her mouth.

"You love me? Like, love me?" You blinked numbly.

She sighed. "That sounded awful, I'm sorry for arguing. I know I shouldn't have said it, but you’ve always stayed by my side. You never failed to see my value. You even convinced me that having a 5 in training didn't make me weak."

"It doesn't though!" You remarked.

"Look at where we are now! The last two tributes. We would be out of this mess too if we just had some way to get out together."

Both of you looked at the ground where the berries lay scattered, looked at each other, and nodded with the same idea in your heads.

Each of you picked up some berries and took a deep breath.

"Foxface, I love you too. I mean it. This is the worst possible situation to ever tell someone this, but it's true."

With that, she kissed you gently.

"So it's settled then?"

"I think so."

"Goodbye Y/n."

"Goodbye, Foxface."

"Okay Y/n you've got this," You told yourself.

3...

2...

1...

"WAIT STOP!" A loud voice shrieked.

You and Foxface both looked up, the poisonous berries inches away from your mouths

"THERE HAS BEEN ONE MORE CHANGE OF RULES"

You stared at each other in confusion.

"CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR FIRST EVER TWO VICTORS, Y/N FROM DISTRICT 3 AND FINCH FROM DISTRICT 5! THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION! GOODBYE!"

~several days later~

The Capitol was completely taken with the first couple to win the games.

Upon being interviewed, Foxface's response was "We're a team. We always were and always will be," and you couldn't agree more.

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#the hunger games x reader #the hunger games imagines #the hunger games imagine #foxface #foxface x reader #thg x reader #The Hunger Games

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speedycubed · 3 years

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love only left me alone.

summary: flynn has been in love with julie for some time now. she’s accepted that julie has a boyfriend. that is, until flynn sees something which leads to a confession.

notes: this was originally posted on ao3 as a twoshot, but i figured crossposting it couldn’t hurt. both parts are under the cut.

She was in love with her best friend. Of course she had known about her own feelings for what felt like forever, but that didn't mean that it didn't still sneak up on her at times.

Like whenever Flynn watched as Julie performed, her bandmates all getting lost in the music. Flynn's feelings stabbed her whenever she saw Julie and Luke sharing the mic. Anyone could see that the two were in love. But, anyone could also see the way Reggie stared at them with longing. It was unclear which one he was pining after, but it was obvious that he was in love with one of them.

She was fine just being the manager. She was fine just being the roadie. Even though she had longed to share a stage with Julie since they were just children. Every time she saw Julie and Luke being in love on the stage, she reminded herself that she was happy the her friend was happy. Julie was happy—her best friend was happy—and that’s all that mattered.

Well, that was all that mattered until she walked in on Luke and Reggie kissing.

“What the fuck!” she screeched, fighting with herself on whether to storm out of the studio or to punch Luke in the face. Flynn compromised with herself, deciding to just yell at Luke from the doorway. “What the hell, Luke! I thought you loved her. You don’t cheat on the people that you love! What an absolute asshole.” She crossed her arms, turning to stomp out, only to run into the girl she was hopelessly in love with.

“Flynn, what’s going on? I heard screaming,” Julie asked, looking around to see anything that could have set Flynn off. Her eyes landed on her boyfriend with Reggie’s arms around his neck. “Oh.” The two parted, Reggie ending up on the armrest while Luke was still on the seat.

Much to Flynn’s horror, Julie started to laugh.

“What are you laughing at—your boyfriend just cheated on you! Who knows—”

Julie cut her off with a simple shhh. “No he didn’t.”

“How is that not cheating? He was kissing someone else when he’s supposed to be dating you! That’s what cheating is.”

Julie walked over to the boys, sitting on the couch next to Luke, waving a hand to get Flynn to follow. Flynn sat next to her best friend, still glaring at Luke.

“Remember that day that we were struggling with labeling our sexualities because we each knew that we weren’t straight, but didn’t know exactly what we were?” At Flynn’s nod, Julie continued, “And do you remember the term polyamorous?” Flynn nodded again. Julie smiled, taking one of Luke’s hands into her own and putting the other of his in Reggie’s hand. “We are a polycule. I’m dating Luke,” she raised their clasped hands, “But Luke is also dating Reggie.” Luke raised the hand holding Reggie’s.

“This isn’t how we wanted anyone to find out,” he said, unhooking his hands from his partners’ so that he could stim more freely as he talked. “It’s just th-th-that I really like Julie, b-but I’ve also liked Reggie since th-the nineties. It didn't feel fair to date Julie without telling her that I had never shook off my feelings for one of my best friends.”

“That is when I told him about polyamory.”

“Luke asked me out after explaining the whole situation to me,” Reggie piped in, “And how could I say no to him? I’ve been in love since high school.”

Flynn just stared, shocked. Her mouth hung open until Julie put a finger to her chin to close it.

“Sorry guys,” she said once the shock wore off. “I’m happy for you guys. Glad you found something that works for you.” She omitted any hurt at not being invited in exchange for being extra happy for her friends. Just because Julie loved Luke enough to let him not limit himself didn’t mean that she would return her feelings.

Flynn plastered on a smile. “Well, I was only in here to get something,” she snatched the jacket she had left last rehearsal off the grand piano, “I’ll be off.” She saluted the polycule, exiting the studio. As soon as she was out the door, she heard something she didn’t know what to make of—soft, almost silent cries.

“Why can’t I just tell her that I like her?”

Flynn froze for a moment. That was Julie’s voice.

“You’ll tell her someday. You guys are meant for each other as much as you and I am.”

Flynn ran. She ran all the way back to her house, unsure what to feel about knowing that her best friend liked her back.

~~line break~~

It had been a week since Flynn had overheard Julie telling her boyfriends(? What was Reggie to Julie in this scenario?) that she loved her. Julie hadn’t brought it up, going about her days as normal. And since Julie didn’t bring it up, Flynn never brought it up. She didn’t want to come off as insensitive, so all she did was be quiet on the subject.

The only thing that changed was that Flynn noticed how Luke was much more touchy with Julie and Reggie than Alex. At first, Flynn had thought it was because the drummer couldn’t move during performances, but since being able to see the boys full time and learning about Julie’s relationship, Flynn saw that even when just hanging out, Luke was still less touchy with Alex. Before finding out, Flynn hadn’t even noticed.

A week later, and Flynn was still wondering about what Julie meant. The obvious was staring at her. Julie had a crush on some “her” and wanted to reveal that to this “her.” It all came to a head with a knock on Flynn’s door.

As the only one home and not expecting anyone, Flynn looked through the peephole, surprised to see Julie holding a bouquet of stock, forget-me-nots, white and purple lilacs, and a single violet.

“Hey Julie, what’s up?” she said as she opened the door, eyes flickering to the flowers every so often.

Julie bounced on her toes, almost looking scared to be at Flynn’s house. But that couldn’t be right—the two were best friends. They had known each other since they were little kids.

“Uh, hi Flynn,” Julie bit her lip. “These are for you,” she thrust the bouquet at Flynn. She took it, wondering what all the purple was about.

“Purple is the color in the middle of the bi flag,” Julie started. Flynn knit her eyebrows together, confused as to where this was going, “But it is also the color that a lot of romantic flowers come in.”

Romantic flowers? Was she saying…

Julie pointed to one of the lilacs. “These mean first love. The white ones represent youth.” She pointed to one of the stocks “These convey that you find the person you’re giving them to beautiful. And forget-me-nots,” she pointed, “mean true love and are a way to ask to not be forgotten, as their name suggests.” Finally, Julie plucked the violet out of the bouquet. “Violets were often mentioned in Sappho’s poetry. She’s widely known as the first woman loving woman. She’s even why lesbians are called lesbains.”

Julie put the flower back. “I know that this might be weird, but I didn’t know how else to say it. And please don’t feel pressured to say yes. I just didn’t know how much longer I could keep it in.”

Flynn put a hand on Julie’s shoulder, a silent plea to stop rambling. “Nothing could ever come between us, just say whatever it is that you’re trying to.”

“I’m in love with you!” Julie blurted out. Her hands flew to her mouth, as if she could shove the words back in.

Flynn set her bouquet down so she could open her arms.

“Hug?”

Julie fell into her friend’s arms, pulling Flynn as close as possible.

“I love you too, you know,” Flynn whispered, so soft that she didn’t know if Julie heard her. Years of loving Julie, she never knew when it changed from platonic to romantic, but somewhere along the line, Flynn went from loving Julie to being in love with Julie.

“I didn’t, but know I do.” They stayed in silence for a while, neither letting the other go. “Can I kiss you,” Julie whispered, almost scared.

Flynn hesitated, thinking of Julie’s boyfriend.

“Luke knows. He’s known.” Sometimes it was scary how Julie was so in tune with her best friend that they seemed to read each other’s minds.

“Then yes.”

There were no sparks like all of the romance novels had told her there would be, but Flynn knew that it was the perfect first kiss. All because it was with Julie. All because it was with the girl that she was in love with.

“Can I be your girlfriend?” Julie said after pulling away.

Flynn nodded, forehead pressed to Julie’s.

She kissed her girlfriend. “God,” Flynn said, smiling, “I love you so much.”

“Me too.”

#*writing #iwests #jatp #julynn #julie x flynn #julynnxruke #//#tumblr go rid of teh line break feature & i'm so livid about it #i use line breaks all the goddamn time & tumblr was just like 'not anymore you lil bitch'#so you guys get squiggly lines instead

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deaky-disco-queen · 4 years

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Stained With Love - Breaky Week Day 6

A/N: Prompt: Stage Wear. I can’t stop genderbending and I’m sorry. I just wanted to write some crushing lesbians.

Can also be read on AO3.

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“You’re staring.”

Johanna flinched and swirled around, coming face to face with Crystal who was leaning against a wall behind her. He was grinning, obviously amused by having caught her and came over to her to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

“I’m not staring.” She denied weakly, letting him pull her into a side-hug.

“Of course not, Deaky.”

She playfully swatted at him but wrapped her arm around his waist before bringing her attention back to the stage. They were just hanging out backstage because technically, neither of them were needed yet and they had nothing to do other than watching the actors rehearse. And in Johanna’s case, one actress in particular: Brianna.

Johanna’s little crush on Brianna had started a few months after she had joined their group. At first, she hadn’t really paid her much mind. Johanna didn’t really hang out with any of the actors except for Roger and Freddie but when they started hanging out with Brianna, Johanna happened to spend some time with her too. Brianna proved to be incredibly smart and witty and just fun to be around and- of course- Johanna developed a crush on her. Especially since she really appreciated the effort of the tech crew. All it needed for her to get a crush on someone was a pretty woman thanking her for her work and telling her she did a great job. It was kind of pathetic.

It didn’t help that Brianna was an amazing actress, too. She had a great stage presence. She didn’t demand all the attention like Freddie did as soon as he stepped on stage but she drew Johanna- and many others if she believed some of the reviews of their plays- in with her movements and voice. And what a voice she had. Johanna didn’t know a lot about singing except the things she gathered from being around Freddie and Roger but she didn’t need to know much to know that Brianna had a great voice.

She watched Brianna walk across the stage, wearing a pair of sweats and a loose, long-sleeved shirt that kept slipping off her shoulder while she read her lines off the script to Roger. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun with several strands framing her face and she kept brushing them behind her ear without success.

“You’re such a disaster.” Crystal teased her gently and she scoffed.

“Shut up. It’s not like she likes me back. She’s probably straight anyway.”

Crystal sighed and pulled her tighter against his side, squeezing her shoulder gently.

“You’re an idiot.”

Johanna scoffed again and rolled her eyes at him just to get distracted when Brianna really got into her monologue. She was gesturing wildly with one hand and Johanna fell a little bit more in love with her as she strutted across the stage, her face a mask of concentration.

She looked beautiful. Johanna sighed wistfully.

“Do you think Roger’s ass looks good in those pants?”

Johanna pulled a face, barely suppressing a disgusted sound and pushed Crystal away. He started laughing, shoulders shaking and pressed one hand over his mouth to not make any noise.

“You’re gross! That’s Roger. Don’t talk about his ass to me! I don’t want to hear it!”

“Oh, but it’s a pert little bum! Very nice and firm, too! Don’t you just want to pinch it? Or give it a nice smack? He likes it, believe me.”

Johanna gagged silently, glaring daggers at her friend.

“I don’t want to hear about your bedroom adventures! Shut up! Oh my god! Shut up! Shut up! Shut uuuup!”

They were both laughing, their faces red from holding back any too loud noises. Miami, their stage manager, still shot them a glare and they quickly abandoned their position to hide in the control room where nobody could judge them and they wouldn’t disturb anyone anymore.

“I seriously need you to never talk about your sex life with me ever again.” Johanna said, still grinning. “I do not want to think about you banging anyone and especially not Roger.”

Crystal gently knocked their shoulders together.

“I won’t if you at least try to flirt with Brianna.”

Johanna snorted and punched him lightly in the shoulder. Crystal groaned exaggeratedly, putting one hand to his chest like an old lady clutching her precious pearly and slumped in his chair, tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“Oh god! You got me! The pain!”

“God, shut up!” She laughed.

He pushed her playfully and ruffled her hair, much to her disdain. She only rolled her eyes at him before sighing and leaning against him.

“Flirt with her.” Crystal said.

“Tell Rog you want to be more than a occasional fuck.”

They started laughing then, giggling helplessly. It was ridiculous, really, and they were aware of it.

+++

Johanna groaned and stretched her legs, wincing when her knees cracked loudly. She cursed quietly and wiped her hands on her pants, observing her work. The speaker had stopped working properly during practice today and she had needed all day to fix it. It was tedious but she liked her work anyway.

She packed her tools up and massaged her shoulders, trying to get the pain out of her tense muscles before lifting the speaker up and carrying it back so she could set it back up where it belonged.

“Do you need a hand?”

Johanna jumped and cursed, almost dropping the speaker just to have Brianna rush towards her and grab it to help her.

“Sorry! I didn’t meant to scare you.”

“It’s fine! I just didn’t expect anyone to be still here.”

Brianna helped her carrying the speaker to the stage despite her- admittedly weak- protests and even offered to help her set it up but Johanna declined politely. She really didn’t want to bother her too much.

“What are you still doing here, anyway?” She asked, then grimaced. “Sorry, that sounded rude, didn’t it?”

“No, you’re fine. It is kind of late, isn’t it? But, uh, Freddie gave me a couple of costumes to try on and- I got tired of it. It’s kind of boring if you just try on clothes on your own, you know?”

Johanna shrugged, not really understanding it but not wanting come off as uninterested. Brianna didn’t seem to think so because she kept on talking while she installed the speaker again. It was nice, not having to work on her own and having someone to talk to. She usually hadn’t because all the other sound techs were busy somewhere else and Crystal was busy somewhere because there was always something wrong with the lights. There was always something wrong with something so once the tech crew got involved with the play, there wasn’t much time to talk anyway because everyone was busy somewhere else.

“Do you want to see my outfits?” Brianna asked, not looking directly at her.

“Yeah, of course. I’d love to.”

Brianna smiled then, wide and sincerely and waited patiently until Johanna was finished before bringing her into the girl’s dressing room. Johanna had never been in there since she wasn’t really needed in there ever. It wasn’t anything special, just rows of mirrors and vanities, some sinks and lockers. Make-up and other things were scattered across the tables but Johanna was quickly distracted by Brianna pulling out a clothing rack.

“Don’t tell Phoebe I brought them in here, I am supposed to leave it in the costume room but I don’t like changing in there.”

“I won’t tell.” Johanna promised and they shared a small smile.

She let herself fall into one of the chairs while Brianna went through her clothes. It had to be Brianna’s spot because there was a picture of her with what she assumed were her parents and a couple of others, including one of Brianna bent over a guitar, focused on playing the instrument.

“You play the guitar?” Johanna asked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I built it with my dad when I was a sixteen. How does this look?”

Johanna as about to say something but was caught off guard by Brianna wearing a white pair of pants with a black and white striped shirt with a white cape. The pants were skin tight and showed off her legs nicely.

“Oh.” Johanna said softly, taking her in. “You look beautiful.”

Brianna blushed, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She looked almost shy, not posing or anything like Freddie would and not bragging or making any suggestive comments like Roger would.

“You think so?”

Johanna nodded, suddenly feeling shy, too. Brianna was almost beaming and it was very endearing and cute.

“Do you want to see my favorite one?”

“Of course I do!”

She didn’t dare to look in Brianna’s direction as she got changed. She didn’t want to come off as creepy or anything and be accused of being a pervert. It had happened before. Also, she really didn’t want to give her crush any more fuel by knowing how Brianna looked partially undressed. She was already hopelessly pining, she didn’t need to lust after her, too.

“Okay, ready!”

Brianna looked ethereal. She wore black velvet pants and a white shirt with wide, wing like sleeves. She did a little turn, her arms spread out. She came to a halt with a giggle, looking incredibly pleased with herself but in a humble and shy kind of way.

“You look like an angel.” Johanna whispered.

Her blush deepened and she chuckled, looking a little bit embarrassed but happy at the same time. Johanna felt her own cheeks heat up.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I mean it.”

Brianna bit her lip and looked at her through her hair, angling her head to side. She opened her mouth, then closed it again just to open it again.

“I- uh, do you- I have one more to show you if you want to.”

Johanna nodded again.

“Show me, I want to see it.”

The next outfit consisted of a floor-length dark blue skirt with a low-cut top that left her sternum exposed and she was incredibly ashamed of it but her eyes were drawn to the slight swell of her breasts before snapping back up to her face again.

“It’s not my favorite but I like the skirt. It’s flowy and very comfortable.”

“You look great.” Johanna assured her.

Brianna changed back into her normal clothes and Johanna didn’t really know what she was supposed to do know.

“Do you maybe want to go and grab something to eat? I’m here with my car and… could drive us somewhere? If you want to.”

“Yes!” Johanna said, then cleared her throat, afraid to sound too eager. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

Brianna smiled and Johanna couldn’t help but return it, her heart fluttering in her chest.

#breaky #BreakyWeek2k19 #fem!breaky #genderbend!queen #king!au

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adjective 1. relating to worldly as opposed to spiritual affairs; secular. 2. relating to time.

A/N: So I was listening to “The Chalice” from the TAZ OST and was given this idea. Since I’m not sure if posts with links are showing up in the tags, I’m going to link to FFN in the notes.

Toby Domzalski, sophomore in high school, was not someone who would often wake up so early, and definitely wasn’t someone who would be dressed and banging on his best friend’s door so early in the morning.

Tobias Domzalski, twenty-four-year-old protector of Arcadia, also wasn’t the biggest fan of waking up early, but he had a purpose to being a sophomore in high school again. This was the morning that had changed his - Toby and especially Jim’s - lives forever. If Tobias had any say in the way today’s events would occur, then this day would be a day like any other. Wake up, go to school on the route that didn’t have that stupid shortcut, and Merlin wouldn’t be getting a human champion any time soon.

Jim opened his front door, already dressed, and Tobias had to suppress a gasp. He had expected his friend to be fifteen and human, but it was still so odd to see him as the boy who had sunken into a bathtub of black liquid and not the half-troll who had emerged. This was his chance to make sure that his friend remained that way.

“Tobes, what’s wrong?” Jim asked, adjusting his grip on the VHS tapes and DVD’s he had been cleaning up. Cleaning up, putting them back on the shelves with no desire to eat.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just know you’re going to try and clean your house and cook at least two meals,” Tobias replied, trying not to sound rehearsed. “I’d really rather not take your so-called ‘shortcut’ through the canals, so I thought it’d be best if I helped you.”

Jim smiled. “Sure, come on in! My mom’s asleep, she had a late shift.”

They did not take the canals to school, and they arrived on time. Had Jim been, would Jim be, the best trollhunter in history? Of course. He was amazing in so many ways, but the world didn’t deserve him. Jim deserved to live a normal life, to graduate high school and go to some fancy cooking school that required human taste buds.

Jim didn’t look up talking blue amulets on his laptop, but he still didn’t answer the question on Herodotus’s tactics properly. Instead, he had been too busy gazing fondly at Claire, and then quickly pretending to be on task the second she started to look back towards him.

In Jim’s defense, Tobias had also been looking at Claire, but for an entirely different reason. In their original plan, Claire had been supposed to go back in time with him. Unfortunately, Claire had been poisoned by Morgana’s magic, and had died before they had fully figured out how to send their souls back to their younger selves. Despite this, Tobias had hoped that she would remember him, remember the way the three of them had fought a war together.

Given the fact that she looked at Jim the exact same way she did in Tobias’s memories, Claire probably didn’t even remember Toby’s name.

She did remember to give them fliers for the upcoming tryouts for Romeo and Juliet. Tobias decided to convince Jim to try out for it for two reasons. The first was that if he had to watch his best friend hopelessly pine for months again he was going to...

No, he couldn’t smash down a wall with his warhammer. He didn’t have his warhammer. At this point in the timeline Toby wouldn’t have his warhammer for several months anyways, had Jim found the amulet.

Just because Tobias couldn’t smash down a wall with his warhammer didn’t mean it wouldn’t be frustrating to watch Jim constantly try and fail to speak a normal, English sentence to Claire. Toby had tried to convince Jim to try out for the school play for the exact same reason nine years ago, and a very similar reason to the other one he was using now.

Jim wanted adventure? Adventure could mean, would have to mean, trying out for the school play. He’d barely had time for it when he was the trollhunter, which meant that Jim wouldn’t have time to go looking into the supernatural occurrences in the town.

Tobias didn’t mind trying out for the play alongside Jim. It meant he could keep an eye on him and Claire at the same time. Their respective needs to be more had made them perfect for each other. Their respective needs to be more had been their unmaking.

Their organs would eventually give out this time around, too. Human aging was an inevitable thing, but Jim and Claire wouldn’t have to worry about that death until they were in their seventies or older. They wouldn’t choke as their lungs crystallized or filled with blackened blood.

The unfortunate thing about Jim not being the trollhunter was that, without the amulet and Blinky’s speech about destiny that Jim did not need to hear, he didn’t have the best chances of landing the role that would enable him to kiss Claire. Tobias had tried to get him to memorize his lines ahead of time, but it hadn’t worked. Eli would end up playing Romeo, and the only good that would come out of that was that the boy would hopefully realize that he was gay far sooner. In the meantime, Jim was stuck with none other than —

“Mercutio isn’t really the type of person whose role I could easily fit into,” Jim complained.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Tobias said. “That role doesn’t look like it’ll be easy for you, so you know what? When you blow the audience away with it, Claire’s bound to be impressed.”

“Yeah, I guess. I just feel like you would be better at playing Mercutio than I am.”

Tobias wasn’t so sure. Yeah, his personality type, especially as a sophomore, fit Mercutio better than Jim’s did. And yet, Tobias could feel like their math teacher could see Tobias’s past, could see the future Jim would never have to live.

Mercutio was the first character to die. At the end of the play, Benvolio had been the only one of his friends left living.

Tobias couldn’t let it happen again.

Goblins still attacked a delivery truck. Eli still took a photo. Killahead Bridge was still being built.

Arcadia Oaks was still in danger, and this time it didn’t have the greatest trollhunter in history to protect it. That was why Tobias snuck down to the canals one evening, after he knew Jim was asleep. He didn’t have the darkvision of trolls, and he didn’t have his warhammer to protect him from changelings. He didn’t have a boy in armor and a girl with a staff to watch his back. He wasn’t strong as he was at twenty-four, but when Draal demanded to know who he was and how a fleshbag had managed to get into Trollmarket Tobias did not flinch. Draal looked surprisingly good in armor; better than his dad had, at least. He looked almost a third as intimidating as he was when Toby and Jim had first entered Trollmarket, but he wasn’t their friend. Their friend had died about a day before Jim had given up his humanity. Tobias had prepared himself for this.

Tobias may have flinched when AAARRRGGHH!!! looked at him like a stranger. He hadn’t prepared himself for that look from his old wingman. However, he held his ground. This had been his choice to make, and he had to deal with the consequences. “I have information on Killahead Bridge.” Because he and Jim hadn’t snuck into the museum, Nomura would have no reason to have moved it.

“How do I know you aren’t some impure?” Draal asked.

It had been difficult to procure a fully iron horseshoe, but thankfully Nana didn’t check what he had ordered on Amazon.

“I can hold a gaggletack,” Tobias said, and then after holding it for a few moments he tossed it to Blinky. “You can check if you want.”

“How do we even know you aren’t some spy for them? There could be an entire secret organization of them indoctrinating humans for all we know!” Blinky wasn’t too far off, but the accusation still hurt.

“Look, let’s just say I’m from an alternate universe, and in my universe I helped defeat Gunmar. Do you want the information or not?”

“You? A fleshbag? Defeating Gunmar the Black?” Draal snorted. “How?”

“With gravity,” Tobias said, and he let the orange light overtake his arm. It was weaker than it had been when he still had the warhammer. It certainly wasn’t strong enough to warp time enough to send his consciousness hurtling backwards. However, the same orange light surrounded multiple gnomes who quickly found themselves floating. Tobias tried not to think about the possible demise of Chompsky.

Toby Domzalski, sophomore in high school, was interested in magic tricks. They were a casual interest, an old hobby. Nothing important.

Tobias Domzalski, twenty-four-year-old protector of Arcadia, was an actual wizard, one whose power ran deep. His magic couldn’t kill him like a parasite. He had been the protector of Arcadia with his closest friends, once. He would protect Arcadia for his friends, this time around.

#trollhunters #toby domzalski #tales of arcadia #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #wizard!toby #draal #time travel #trollhunter!draal #death tw #my writing #fun fact: originally eli was going to be the trollhunter in this #i may write a version of this in which he is #in addition i am a big fan of using gravity to alter space and time

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