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The Last Game | THG AU

pairing: scott mccall x stiles stilinski rating: mature (gore and violence) current word count: 7,460

SUMMARY

“There’s never been a war won by peace, Scott,” Stiles says, quiet, like it’s some sort of secret. Everybody knows. Every single soul on this desolate planet knows that peace has never been an option, has never been something the Capitol agreed on.

Scott, however, just looks down at his hands, and decides: These are not tools of violence, not engines of war, and instead, I will use these to be gentle and loving. I will use these to build a better world, and I will keep my hands clean of a scarlet stain.

“How about winning a war with resistance? Defiance? Refusing to kill, refusing to play by their rules – it’s not peace, but it isn’t violence, either.”

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When the Reaping in District 11 calls for one severely asthmatic, pacifistic Scott McCall, his best friend, Stiles, refuses to let him step foot in the arena alone, and volunteers as tribute.

OR, a Teen Wolf x Hunger Games AU. | Part 1 of 3 of Panem’s Singing Wolves.

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melting point

pairing: steve rogers x trans!bucky barnes rating: explicit (pwp) word count: 14063

“Alright, Steve Rogers,” Bucky says as Steve plants himself next to the brunette, less so sitting down than falling over in a semi-coordinated mess. Bucky’s eyes are soft, and his mouth is curled in a curious smile. “Why don’t you tell me what you were doing all the way out here?”

“I, um,” Steve stumbles at first, flustered by how sweet Bucky is. “I paint. I was camping for a couple days, doing landscape art, before the snowstorm was- meant to hit.”

“You’re an artist?” Bucky replies, wonder in his eyes and tone. It makes Steve feel warm, watching it sparkle, watching the corners of Bucky’s mouth quirk. “You came all the way out here to paint?”

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steve rogers’ guide to furniture destruction

pairing: steve rogers x bucky barnes rating: explicit word count: 4883

Steve really, really can’t focus.

He wasn’t sure what Natasha was actually saying to him, prattling on reading off of the tablet she had in her hands. Something or other about a new job for him now that he’d stepped down as Cap. He wouldn’t know, because he’s too busy, staring holes into the wall, zoning out, thinking about Bucky.

The same Bucky who woke him up that morning with a coveted feeling in his heart, hands greedy for any uncovered skin Steve had showing, waking him up with burning touches and kisses until Steve was done groaning in confusion and reciprocating happily. They couldn’t get their hands off of one another for more than twelve hours since getting together it seemed, because within thirty minutes, Steve had Bucky pinned and filled and whining for more.

“Steve?” Natasha’s voice cuts through, Steve raises his head to find her glaring at him. “You weren’t listening.”

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