☓ victor! seongha x victor!fem reader.
☓ hunger games au, angst.
☓ warnings: first person pov, violence, blood, weapons, hunger games stuff. og characters are there too, inaccuracies to the books/movies. please ignore the mistakes this may have♡
☓ word count: 3.1k
☓ a/n: praying this shows up in the tags sigh. please spare a reblog and let me know what you think!
taglist: @ohmyateez @little-kpop-plant
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Can you imagine a fic With Twilight and Thorn princess arriving exhausted and covered in blood?
For some reason their respective missions made them reflect on the crudeness of their work, a hint of remorse appears in their eyes. Twilight lies down on the bed, while his wife lies on his chest- Are we really doing the right thing? - It's mutual thinking.
Thron princess: Sometimes I wonder if the people I eliminate have a family, just like us. How many children have I left alone because of my work?
Twilight really doesn't know what to say. Perhaps, there is no correct answer, one that torments his wife less.
Twilight: I don't know. Surely those people have also taken from other people. But doing things we don't want to, for something we believe in... is something I admire.
He kisses her forehead gently, while her gaze was still lost, remembering how the bodies fell one by one, by the edge of her needle.
Thorn Princess: I suppose that... in order to maintain a peaceful life, others must stain our hands with blood....That's what I think
Silence takes over the room, the atmosphere is heavy and the stench of blood reaches their nostrils like an intoxicating perfume that both were forced to use that night.
It wasn't until he spoke again
Twilight: I believe that the true sin is not who gets their hands dirty or not... If not ignorance, that is the real cause for which many innocent people end up suffering and others are forced to fight against it.
And so remain, embraced, sleepy, resting from the harsh reality in each other's arms. Because they knew that no one else understood how difficult it was to move on... Only themselves
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twilight & thorn princess ➝ everyone has a secret self they don’t show to other people.
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locker room - itoshi sae x gn! reader
idk how the story flowed? i dont like it. i had another idea but i guess i'll use it somewhere else haha
itoshi sae- the hot soccer captain of his school, who happens to also be winning the ‘idgaf’ war. call him the nonchalant final boss if you want but you didn't hate him. in the same time, you wouldn't exactly like him
so how did you both end up stuck in the locker room?
here’s a little setting for you! yes you!
you, being a prominent member of the school journaling team, was asked to get some insights from the soccer star. striking up a conversation with him was already hard, how would you push questions on him? you weren't exactly sure but you had to do it, your team depended on you
clipboard pushed to your chest, you knock on the locker room and surprise surprise, the man of the hour opens it. he doesn’t say anything, tilting his head at you and waited for you to start the conversation or else he would send you out of the room
“do you mind sharing a few words about your match today? it would help our club with the weekly new-”
“come in,” sae sighs and you were this close to smacking your clipboard on him but hey, you’re going to be the mature one here
“brilliant game itoshi,” you complimented and took a seat on the bench facing him
he puts a towel around his neck and grabs the bottle nearby, taking a sip as if pissing you off on purpose. “tell me something i don’t know”
“how did you feel when playing today? you didn't let the opponent school score a single point!,” you mention in awe while seeing the scored jotted down
“how did you expect me to feel?,” sae turned the question to you
you raise your eyebrow at his words because last time you checked, you were the one asking the questions. “excuse me?”
sae sighs and puts his bottle down before throwing in the most generic answer. the dry conversation went back and forth, and your polite meter was going to crash if you stayed any longer.
the star didn't give much of a newsworthy answer but you knew his fanclub would eat it up, allowing your club to rise in school. sae’s answers were short and simple and that was easy to write- a win for you!
“alright,” you click your pen with a somewhat content smile. “i got everything i need. thank you for your time itoshi”
“sure”
you get up, dusting your uniform a bit before heading to the door but.. why was it locked? you twist the doorknob but it wouldn't open no matter how much force you put
“well would you look at that,” sae gets up and tosses his damped towel on the bench
you turn over to look at him, a little annoyed at the place you both were now ‘stuck in’. definitely wasn't something planned- who said that?? no no! you both, by pure ‘coincidence’ were locked in. it's not like he paid shidou to put a chair to block the door for an hour. and he definitely did not force your club to send you to interview him
nah, that would be very lukewarm of him
“so,” sae points to your clipboard. “let’s continue”
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