Peeta/JohannaSoft lips are open Them knuckles are pale Feels like you're dying You're dying You Your sex is on fire Consumed With what's just transpired
There is no general comments thread, so I just want to take this opportunity to tell you that I am SO HAPPY YOU'RE DOING THIS. I went to see the film yesterday and it was AMAZING, and now I want ALL THE FIC.
swallow you whole ( 1 / 2 ), finnick/peeta | wow i haven't written fic in way too long. i'm just trying to get back into the swing of things -- this is, like, literally not even proof-read. but you know. it exists.In the thick onset of darkness he’s not sure what makes him say it. The world around him is heavy and pulsing like blood within veins, humming with bugs and heat and dormant revolution, and it is perfectly uncalled for. He’s not sure what makes him say it. He says it anyway
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“I loved somebody once,” Finnick says, suddenly, the words slipping out of his lips hot and fast, coiled like snakes, and he feels all at once the frightening vulnerability in his voice, the obviousness of its bravado, the terror of its truth.
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Them knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
You're dying
You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's just transpired
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this is so so so gorgeous. But THIS:
“I loved somebody once,” Finnick says, suddenly, the words slipping out of his lips hot and fast, coiled like snakes, and he feels all at once the frightening vulnerability in his voice, the obviousness of its bravado, the terror of its truth.
is the best thing that is all.
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what is the life expectancy of a muse?
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