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tetia bullying olruggio, one story in three parts
(from my fic, equinox)
OMG BABE I QUEUED THIS FOR 6PM!!? Help??? Totally my bad I have no idea how queuing works- I didn’t even realise this hadn’t posted. Happy birthday my gorgeous girl! Happy belated birthday my gorgeous @ravencsimpsonizer I’m so sorry this didn’t come out on the day I intended it for. Sorry if I wrote Arabella Ooc I tried my best with her…
Arabella was left sighing, tossing some coin up and down, her gaze not even following it. She was laid down, spread eagled and on her back on her ridiculously small bed in D13. Stupid birthdays. Stupid peacekeepers. Stupid games. Stupid everything. Bless Katniss for wishing her a happy birthday but she seriously just wasn’t feeling it this year.
Her fingers traced idly over the coin- some rich merchant had dealt with a peacekeeper from District 2, and that resulted in the coin in her hand. They had different currency for each district- it was worth the same and all coins had president snow on the other side. But the other had the district it came from. Arabella had nothing better to do than trace the little ‘2’ on the back- little Roman numerals that should have meant nothing to her.
Cato was gone. Not dead. Just gone. Back in his district. It left a little hole in her stomach- every time she saw something that reminded her of him- like the local blacksmith or same intricate brass or the smell of polish and ash from the fires they’d sat around. A deep, sorrowful sound escaped her parted lips. Fucking fantastic.
A rock clanked against her window. She sat bolt upright- one foot still in the arena. Downstairs- that’s where the knives were.
Silent as a mouse, she made her way to the kitchen, paranoia creeping up her spine.
Hands closed around her waist before she could reach the knives. She screamed. Until it registered the arms were spinning her around,
“No need to scream, I’m not that scary, am I sweetheart?” Cato grinned boyishly
“You scared me half to death!” He hit his chest but it merely made his grin widen.
“What in panem are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be-.”
“In district 2? Yeah but…how could I just leave MY girl alone on her birthday? Especially when she looks so sad.” He pouted a little, leaning forwards to kiss her playfully, “Happy Birthday Arabella.” She melted into it a little, hands in his hair almost intimately. She was aware he’d do anything for her- especially after what had happened between him and Peeta in the arena. She brushed her finger over a scar on his neck, from a tracker jacket sting that had never quite healed.
“I love you.” He whispered against her lips- like it was a secret he was only just admitting to himself, “Never thought I could- but I do and it’s just- I-.”
“Just stop talking.” She smiled, arms around his neck, swaying him slightly. She was just happy to be back in he’s arms, in all honesty. She caught sight of something on the table that hadn’t been there before. A lemon cake, drizzled with icing and zest. She practically salivated at the sight. Never in her life had she seen anything so fine. Well- something fine that she could ordinarily afford and indulge in.
“Did you-.”
“Like I said- I’d do anything for my girl. Even learn how to make her favourite cake.”
“You remembered?” Surely in the arena of all places, little details would slip, right? More focused on survival than stupid things like favourite colours or whatever. But he’d remembered.
He put in 18 candles and as she blew them out, eyes closed and making a wish, he held something out.
“Listen- it isn’t much but- we’re the masonry district so I figured I’d-.”
It was a velvet box, and for once he looked…weirdly nervous. An expression that didn’t quite suit Cato Hadley.
But inside was a gorgeous locker. A rose wrapped around a sword. The symbolism was plain as day and her eyes misted over slightly. She hadn’t been feeling her birthday. But with Cato by her side, she certainly did.
Y'ALL i wrote a long ass one shot
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what happened between orufrey rebuilding the atelier, and qifrey meeting coco. bit of a character study
(NOT anime friendly)
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olly catching strays in my fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86429646
Here's some Orufrey pain 👍 in case you ever wanted to read about Olly being forced to burn Qif
mi amigas me dijeron que soy un cuarto de pollo y un lapicito cuando le sacas mucha punta y yo sigo de mal humor
wrote a fic about phainon and the grief he feels for aedes elysiae ❤️
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