#infinitegraces

After the Avott, uh… loss… I’ve been on insane amounts of yuri to cope.

Obviously, moonrot has me in a chokehold, but I already watched Pearl’s and Cleo’s povs (ah, roommates…). Then, I haven’t started apo’s just yet, and I only just found out about her and cherri’s arc (Idek if it’s THE cherrifire??)

And so, that left one option!

SHELBY X INFINITEDRIFT!

I LOVE them. I don’t know their ship names so I’ve been making up my own. So far I have infinitegraces, theorygirls, research wives, monsterwives, fanficfiends, and tailortalk. You kinda gotta think about some of these but iykyk ykkk?

An anon also requested #6 so I hope you both enjoy!

6.   “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

49. “Well this is awkward…”

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“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Katniss opened her eyes blearily to look at her surroundings. Blue walls…a Stanford flag on the opposite wall…and a man standing in the open doorway.

“Uh…did we have sex?”

She sat up, not bothering to cover up. If he already saw her in the buff, it mattered little. She was twenty-one, her tits were perky and her ass was tight.

This was as good as things were going to get, so she might as well show it.

“Well, this is awkward…but we didn’t,” the man explained. “You were obviously inebriated and somehow found your way here. I’ve been there and I’d like to not call the cops on you. So, why don’t we start with your name.”

Katniss met his eyes squarely, holding her hand out. “Katniss Everdeen.”

The man nodded, not bothering to move from his spot. “Peeta Mellark.”

“Last night was my twenty-first birthday,” she began. “And, my friends took me out to a new lounge in the Capitol.” Katniss looked to the man. “Did I meet you there?”

“No. I was not actually here last night. Also—” Peeta quickly went to his drawer, pulling out a shirt, and handing it to her. “—I appreciate the female body like any hot-blooded heterosexual man, but the tits are distracting.”

She snorted in laughter. “My apologies that the boob to areola ratio is bothersome.”

“No, they’re good…I mean, I’m not looking but…” Peeta took a deep breath and met her eyes, his complexion pink. “Okay. Keep going.”

“And, we were dancing…and we were having shots…” Katniss tried to recall the next part, but the memory was a blur. “…I think my friend Gale got into a fight about someone making a move on Madge—”

“His girlfriend?”

“No, but they’ve been eye-fucking each other since we were kids,” she replied to his amusement. “Then Delly, my other friend, started dancing on the bar…”

“And where were you in all of this?”

“Uh…” Katniss recalled the feeling of the night wind hitting her bare skin. “…I think I went outside.” She searched her mind. “I wanted to go home.”

Peeta looked around the room before reaching down to find her slinky red gown and cropped blazer. Digging into the pocket of her blazer, he pulled out her ID, a credit card, and a receipt.

“Looks like you paid for a taxi…” He looked at her ID, his brow furrowing. “Is this your current address? 12 District Lane?”

“Yeah. I live with my parents,” she informed him. “If I come home late, I usually climb the tree next to the window to get inside.” Her eyes went to his open window where—of course because this wasn’t humiliating enough—a tree stood, identical to hers. She had also managed to knock down everything on the table next to the window. “Sorry about the mess.”

Peeta gave her a small smile. “It’s alright. You were at least close to your destination.”

“How close?”

“This is 14 District Lane,” he replied. “I’m your new neighbor.”

Katniss nodded slowly. “As if I haven’t embarrassed myself enough.” She sat back against his pillows. “All part of the welcome wagon—one drunk girl, climbing into your window and stripping herself naked—and fuck, I’m so sorry.”

She gave Peeta a onceover. He was handsome, that was for damn sure; thick blond hair short at its side and brushed back at the top…sharp blue eyes…a fit, broad body from what she could see through his t-shirt and fitted jeans…

Also, his smile was nice—kind, even—and Katniss knew that there was nothing to fear.

“How about I pretend this never happened and you go home,” he suggested. “Through the front door.”

Katniss nodded as she sat up to gather her things. The dress and the blazer were gathered at the corner of his bed and her heels were on the carpet below her; she hadn’t bothered with a bra—but the panties…

“I don’t see my panties,” she told him and gave him a cheeky grin. “So, if you find them—finders keepers.”

“Or you could come back,” Peeta suggested as they stepped out into his hallway. “And we can talk after you find them.”

They walked down the stairs and Katniss looked around the still bare house.

He literally did just move in—she was making a fabulous impression about the neighborhood.

She turned to him as they stepped onto the main floor. “You live here alone?”

“Yes. I’m starting a new job in the Fall,” he informed her, opening the door.

Katniss stepped out onto the porch, barefoot and in his t-shirt, and looked to her right.

“And, there is my house.” She threw her arms up in exasperation. “Of course!”

Peeta laughed. “You’re going to be an interesting neighbor.”

“I’ll be back to collect my panties,” she said as she stepped down onto his walkway. “By the way, how old are you?”

Peeta looked to her curiously. “Why?”

“I have an age bar on the guys that I’m interested in.”

“And where does the bar end?”

Katniss tilted her head, giving him a smile. “Depends on how old you are.”

“Twenty-eight.”

She stepped towards him, her eyes meeting his boldly.

“The bar ends at twenty-eight then.”

His hand reached to tuck a loose wave behind her ear and Katniss shivered at the sensation rushing through her.

“Get home safe, Katniss.”

“I’ll see you around, Peeta.”

She didn’t bother to mention that her panties were tucked in-between his pillows.

FIN.

I'm just gonna leave this here: "Derived from Irish Mór Ríoghain meaning "great queen". In Irish myth she was a goddess of war and death who often took the form of a crow." Name meaning for Morrigan, pretty sure adding the A on the end wouldn't change much  😂

Morrígan, often called Mór-Ríoghain in Modern Irish, has been translated as "great queen", "phantom queen" or "queen of phantoms,” or “nightmare queen.” And yes, “Great Queen”/ “Phantom Queen” is the most poopular translation used in current mythological re-tellings.

Morrígan is one of the three sisters/tripartite goddesses of war, death and destruction in Celtic mythology. She has three distinct aspects, personalities, and names- Morrígan or Morrígu (meaning “great queen”), Macha (meaning “sovereignty goddess”), and Badb (meaning “battle crow”)- who are collectively known as The Morrígan. Among other things, she represents the circle of life and was associated with both birth and death. She was also a shape shifter and has been known to take many forms including a crow/raven, vulture, jackal, cow, wolf, eel, and both old and young women. Her most common forms were those she took in battle where she incites warriors to fight, encourages them to do brave deeds, strikes fear into their enemies, and helps bring about victory. In battle she was most often seen as a hooded crow (Jon) flying above warriors or a red-furred wolf (Sansa) running amongst them. Most famously, she took the form of a red-furred wolf when testing and chasing the Celtic hero Cu-Chulainn. (art sources)

The first thing Sansa does when she emerges from the crypts is look for her family.

When she finds them, with all the other survivors in the back of the Great Hall, her relief is so complete she nearly falls to the ground.

Arya sits on a long wooden bench towards the back of the Hall with her eyes closed, head resting on the shoulder of one of the young men who work in the forge. Jon stands close behind them, hands clasped behind his back, conferring about something with Davos and the queen.

And Bran, her enigmatic younger brother who has suffered so much, sits in his chair, alone in a corner, staring into the middle distance, saying nothing.

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner is a fave because I really wanted to keep Mrs. Mellark’s personality but give it some depth and I hope I did.

Sorry love, just one for tonight...

From my lesbian!Everlark WIP:

“I’m sure everyone is thinking we’re the best looking couple in this place.”