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runningfrom2am · 1 year ago

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gem of panem // LTPF

summary: introducing regulus and regan snow; son and daughter of the most powerful couple the country has ever seen. the real gems of panem.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

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tags/warnings: dad!coryo!! finally!!, gamemaker!reader, this time the capitol brats are their kids, also a little bit of violence in this one!! some very minor medical procedure descriptions (trypanophobia havers beware- although that's me so i was VERY vague with descriptions otherwise i would have made myself cry)

a/n: i've had dad!coryo requested for this series a few times so here's a taste of that and an introduction to their kids!! ahh I've been working on this for so long i hope you guys love it :)

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"I simply do not have time for this. Notify my husband." You wave off your assistant as you stand over the large round table in your laboratory.

"I- uh, your husband, Doctor Snow?" The young girl stammers.

"I don't believe I stuttered, did I?"

"No, Doctor. I just... I am uncertain he will be available right now."

You look up from the scattered pile of papers, and you can see her tense up. "I understand that he's our president, but he is also a father. He is more 'available' than I am a week before the games! Now go, he shall handle it."

"Yes, okay. I will, I'm sorry." She agrees, already pacing away and out of your sight and you get back to work, resisting the urge to attempt at rubbing away your now growing migraine.

"President Snow, sir?" Coryo looks up from his desk as one of his people opens the door for your assistant.

"Serena, my wife sent you?" He asks, standing quickly. It wasn't standard that you would send her instead of showing up yourself, or even just waiting until the end of the day to tell him over dinner.

"Yes, sir." She nods, looking down at her notepad. "Her office got a call from the academy, about an hour ago. They wished to speak with her about your son, sir. In person."

Coryo furrows his brow, already standing and grabbing his red overcoat. "Did something happen?" Why would they call the head gamemaker and demand her presence a week before the games? That seems incredibly careless.

"They wouldn't tell me anything other than the fact he is safe and not injured, sir."

He nods slightly, already brushing past her out the door. "Call the school, tell them I am on my way."

Coryo gets out of the black car, pacing up to the elementary wing of the academy's campus, a building he is far too familiar with. Walking in, he watches the receptionists eyes go wide as they both stare at him. He clears his throat.

"Where is my son?" He asks flatly.

"In the Deans office, President Snow." She replies and he nods, rubbing his jaw.

"Whose decision was it to call on my wife a week before the games are set to begin?"

Her face pales. "Well, um, she is the primary emergency contact for him, it is procedure to make that call first."

"So it was you?"

"Yes, sir."

Coryo leans onto the counter that separated them. "Right, well, maybe we should work on our critical thinking skills next time if we want to keep our jobs, yes?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He smiles slightly at her response, tapping his hand on the granite counter before walking off down the private hall.

He enters without knocking, practically slamming the door open and immediately searching the unnecessarily large office for your son. "Regulus, are you alright?" He asks, approaching the boy quickly when he sees him sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.

"Dad, I'm fine..." He mutters, arms crossed over his chest as he pouts.

Coryo crouches down in front of him, examining him closely.

"Coriolanus, I was surprised to get your call." The new Dean says, drawing his attention as he stands back up.

"Why is that?" Coryo asks, turning to his former classmate with a raised eyebrow.

She shrugs, standing behind her desk with her hands in her pockets. "We called for Y/N."

"A week before the games." He nods, approaching the desk slowly. "Are you not happier to see me than her, timing considered?"

"That's a good point." Persephone chuckles.

"Yes, she was not pleased you even called." Coryo replies, knowing he didn't even speak with you directly. "So please, tell me what is so important that you needed to interrupt both of our schedules."

"Right, yes. Please take a seat." She gestured toward the chair across from her own and he sits, only because it's polite. "So," She flips over a page in the notebook in front of her. "Regulus hit another student."

Coryo's eyebrows raise, and he turns to look at his son who's still pouting in the corner. "Come here, please." He pages him, and he saunters over, refusing to make eye contact with either of the adults in the room.

"Why?" Coryo asks him as he takes the empty seat next to him. The boy shrugs, still avoiding their gaze.

Coryo sighs. "Would you mind, Persephone? What happened?"

"Apparently..." She glances at her notes again. "Another student took his pencil without asking first and didn't give it back because, quote, 'they needed it and he had plenty'." She explains, looking up at them again. Regulus was the striking image of his father, his hair in the same longer somewhat disheveled curls that she used to remember on the man sitting next to him when they were that age.

"That's it?" Coryo asks.

"He hit him on the head, he's in the nurses office now being assessed for a concussion."

"Okay..?" He chuckles slightly in response. "Why did you have to call us?"

"Because this is a serious disciplinary issue." She scoffs, gesturing to his son.

Coryo looks between the two of them. "Okay, well, he looks like he feels bad, and I'll have my staff send an apology letter to the boys parents." He says, standing up again and tucking the chair back in. "Come on, kid. Let's go."

"Coriolanus, respectfully, this is more severe than that." Persephone interrupts. "We won't allow students to go around hurting others- especially over something so menial as a pencil. Eight years is too old for that kind of behaviour."

"You know his mother- don't you?" Coryo asks, raising an eyebrow at her. "I promise you, Dean Price, this is not serious." He turns then to his son. "Grab your stuff, I'll take you home." He says, and the little blonde boy rushes back to the corner to grab his bag.

"Coriolanus." She says again, exasperated by his lack of concern.

"Oh, and please tell the other boy that theft is not tolerated in Panem. He's lucky we won't have him executed." Coryo says, feigning a genuine smile at her with a sharp nod. He knows this isn't true, that executing a child over something so petty would never be considered in the Capitol, it would just be wasteful, but maybe next time he would think before stealing from the Presidents son.

She gives up at this, sighing as they walk toward the door.

Coryo shuts the door behind them, reaching forward to ruffle his son's hair.

The boy giggles, pouting and trying to fix it. "Dad.." He laughs, looking back up at him. "You're not upset with me, are you?"

"No, of course not." He grins, leaning down and placing a hand on his shoulder as they walk. "Did you know that your Dean is a cannibal?" He whispers, giving a quick nod to the girls at the reception desk as they pass.

Regulus gasps, looking up at him. "Is she really?"

"Yes." Coryo nods. "Tell your friends."

"Ew..." His son shivers, and Coryo smiles.

"I know right? Gross." He laughs quietly as they step out into the hall. "Now, where's your sister?"

"She's in English." Regulus answers and Coryo nods, leading him up the stairs and toward the classroom.

Once again, Coryo doesn't bother knocking before opening the door to his daughter's classroom.

Everyone looks up at once and the teacher pauses, gasps and whispers filling the room.

"Daddy!" Regan smiles, standing quickly and running down the stairs to the door, throwing her arms around his waist.

"Hi, Gem." He chuckles slightly, rubbing her back as she clings to him.

"President Snow..." The teacher smiles nervously. "We weren't expecting a visit today, but we were just discussing the significance of The Hunger Games and it's depictions in literature, would you care to comment?"

"Oh, interesting!" He grins, glancing back to Regulus waiting just outside. "I would love to, but Regan's mother is really the one to speak to about all that. Unfortunately, I'm busy today but perhaps we can get her in one day to speak in one of your lessons?"

"That would be wonderful." Her teacher smiles. "Then, what brings you in?"

"Oh, yes. Sorry for interrupting, but I'll be pulling Regan for the day." He explains and his daughter gasps, looking up at him with excitement. "Yeah." He whispers to her, patting her head. "Go get your things."

"Oh! Okay, did you sign her out? Typically they would call me beforehand." The teacher replies as Regan goes back to her seat, grabbing her things and being not so sneaky about sticking her tongue out at her classmates.

"No, I just decided to grab her while I was here. Just call the office and let them know I took her." He smiles, opening his arm to his daughter again as she comes back.

Regan practically skips out of the room, super excited to be free of something she already hears about endlessly at home. "What happened, Daddy? Why are we leaving?" She asks, grabbing her father's hand.

"Well, my schedule cleared up and I just thought 'Hm... I sure am missing my favourite girl today,' and then I remembered your last report card and how incredibly well you are doing and decided you deserved a day off."

"Really?!" She squeals, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Of course, Sweetheart." Coryo chuckles, scooping her up to carry her down the stairs.

"Lux, what would you like to do today? Anything you want." He looks down at the boy walking next to them.

"Uh, I'm not sure."

"Daddy, can we go see Mum?" Regan asks, looking up at him with a hopeful sparkle in her eyes. "I want to see her pets!"

Coryo chews the inside of his cheek. It's certainly not a good time, but if he would be with them maybe they could just sneak in to say hello. He found it extremely difficult to say no to her. "Sure, Darling." He nods, opening the front door to the academy.

"Okay, remember, Mum is very busy so we're just going to pop in to say hello, and if she says it's okay we can go see her pets." Coryo explains to the kids as they get out of the car outside the Citadel. "We're going to be quiet, and not touch a single thing unless I say it's okay."

Regan's blonde pigtails bounce as she runs up the stairs in front of the building, having abandoned her bag in the car. Regulus is right on her heels, reaching for her hair as if he's going to pull it.

They were under a year apart in age, 'district twins', as Ma Plinth had dubbed them when Regan was born. When you were expecting your son, the games were difficult to plan and execute. You would never admit it, but Coryo could see that the hormones of pregnancy made you almost sympathetic to the tributes and their families- you could hardly even watch the games you spent a year meticulously planning. You spent most of the time you could watch with a bucket in your lap. So when Coryo suggested you have your second right away, you were skeptical. You didn't want to go through that again right away, but he wasn't sure he could convince you to do it again if you decided to wait.

"Let's just get it over with," He had insisted. "Then we'll have our two beautiful babies and you'll never have to do it again. Everything will go back to normal." You couldn't argue with that logic.

So when Regulus was eleven months old, the Capitol was buzzing with excitement over the announcement that the First Lady of Panem had given birth to another child; a baby girl, and she was perfect.

"Gem of Panem! What do we have here?" Your receptionist grins as the three of them stroll in, eyes locked on the kids as Regan holds her head high. The receptionist is rounding the desk, crouching down and opening her arms for the little girl who happily runs into them. "If it isn't the real gem of Panem, how are you, Miss Regan?"

"I'm good." Regan giggles, arms wrapped around the woman's neck. "Daddy picked me up from school early."

"I see that." She chuckles, standing up and lifting the seven year old onto her hip as she looks at Coryo.

"I decided to let the kids have the rest of the day off today, and they wanted to come say hi to Doctor Snow." He explains. "If she has a moment."

"Oh, that's a good question..." The woman nods, gently lowering Regan back to the ground and circling the desk again, pulling up the paper schedule and scanning over it for a moment. "You know what, let me call her and just ask."

Your phone rings on your desk in the corner and you sigh, heels clicking across the floor as you pace over. "I swear to god if it is the school again..." You mumble to yourself, picking up the line. "What is it?"

"Doctor Snow, sorry to bug you, but your family is here."

"My family..." You ask, mind still set on the technical details of the almost prepared arena.

"Yes, Doctor. President Snow has brought your children by, they wish to see you, but only if you have time."

You blink, realizing what she said. "Okay, yes. That's fine. Send them down."

You can hear your kids before you see them, Regan talking away mostly to herself as they step out of the elevator into the part of your lab that held your office. You sigh, quickly removing your leather gloves and fixing the disheveled state of your hair before stepping out into the hall to greet them.

"Mummy!" Your daughter squeals, running toward you as you crouch down to catch her in your arms.

"Hi, Gem..." You laugh slightly, eyes now focussed on Regulus. He's shifting on his feet, standing so close to his father's side that he's almost standing behind him.

"Lux," You let your daughter go, opening your arms to him. "Come here, darling. What's wrong? What happened?"

He doesn't say anything, eyes locked on the ground as he walks up to you and leans into your shoulder. "Are you hurt?" He slightly shakes his head and you pick him up, allowing him to wrap his legs around your waist and arms around your neck.

You look pointedly at your husband.

'I'll tell you about it later' He mouths to you and you nod, gently rubbing circles into the boys back while Regan pulls on your lab coat impatiently.

"Mummm," She whines, already stomping her foot on the ground since your attention was no longer on her. "Mum, I want to see your pets and Daddy said we could."

"I said maybe, Gem." Coryo laughs slightly.

You chew on your lip, not minding the deteriorating state of your red lipstick. You were really anxious to find out what happened with Regulus, so maybe letting the kids entertain themselves for just a moment would allow you a second to talk to Coryo about it.

"Sure, of course you can. We'll just have to be quick, Mum is very busy today." You smile, gently putting your son down as his head perks up at the idea. "Come on." You take his hand, leading them all down the hall to one particularly safe section of your lab.

There are a series of mutts under testing and development here, but in this room close to your office, it contained only small animals like mice and rats, or bugs that the kids never showed much interest in. "Don't touch a thing, okay?" You tell them as you unlock the door.

The kids rush in, running up to a tank and immediately gawking at its contents. You didn't understand why, fully, since they just looked like regular old house mice. Your kids just wanted to be involved, you supposed. The same way Regan enjoyed sitting on Coryo's lap while he gave speeches or did interviews, but Regulus had always shown more of an interest in what you did behind the scenes, not just in front of the cameras.

"What happened?" You ask Coryo quietly as soon as they are sufficiently occupied.

Coryo chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek as you keep your eyes locked on the kids. "Hello to you too."

You sigh, smiling as you lean into him. "Hi. Sorry. I'm just a little stressed."

"I know, love. Don't worry about it." He squeezes your side. "We'll get out of your hair in a few minutes."

"What happened with him?" You ask again.

"He hit another kid." Coryo states plainly and you gasp, turning to fully look at him for the first time.

"What?" You ask, searching his expression for any clue that he may have been kidding.

He shrugs. "They stole his pencil and refused to give it back."

"Oh, well, then they deserved it." You scoff. "Little brat- did you get the names of the parents?"

He laughs quietly, shaking his head and reaching up to hold your cheek. "I handled it. Don't worry about a thing." You don't have the chance to argue before he's kissing you to hush any of your concerns.

You hum against his lips, pressing a hand to his chest. "But, Coryo-"

"I handled it." He reminds you, just gently biting down on your lower lip. You can feel him smiling against you and you hum, allowing yourself to relax for just a moment.

Coryo takes the opportunity to turn to face you fully, dragging his hands down over your hips and backing you against the wall just behind you.

The kids were there, yes, but they were well used to seeing you kiss. It didn't bother either of you, and they had never known anything else. One day they may complain, but until that day came you would take every opportunity granted to you within your mutually tight schedules. Besides, the kids should know what love looks like. High expectations are good expectations, in your opinion.

The moment is interrupted by your phone ringing in your office down the hall and you quickly take a step back. With the tributes already in the Capitol, you couldn't afford to miss a call. Anything could happen- you know that story well.

"I'm sorry, I need to get that." You say and he nods as you turn to the kids. "Lux, Gem, come on. Time to go."

"Mum!" Regan whines, stomping her foot down as she always tended to do. "We just got here, can't we stay a few more minutes?"

"No, Regan. Out. Come on." You motion for them to come and they do, but your daughter in particular looks extremely unpleased as she stomps past you and out the door while Regulus follows with his hands tucked in his pockets. You turn off the light and lock the door.

"Okay, I'll see you at home tonight. Yes?" You kiss your husbands cheek and he smiles, giving you another quick kiss before you disappear into your office and shut the door behind you.

You take the call, and of course it was nothing of importance. So many things had to be run by you as head gamemaker that they felt it necessary to call and confirm the contents of what would be fed to the tributes. It never ended.

You don't even get the time to process where you had left off with your work before you're overwhelmed by voices. Your name being yelled by your husband accompanied by screaming, horrified pained screaming- which you quickly identify as coming from Regan. Your motherly instincts kick in before you even know it and you're throwing your door back open and are standing in the hall.

Coryo rushes out of the elevator with your daughter in his arms, his eyes wide as he moves quickly toward you. "It bit her! Something bit her- I don't know, I-"

You nod; there's no time for questions. "Okay, get her to the exam room." Moving as quickly as possible down the hall, you're grabbing at her little red blazer and pulling the sleeves up as she keeps screaming bloody murder.

You shove the door open and rush inside, for the first time noticing Regulus following behind you. You grab his shirt and pull him in while Coryo quickly lays her on the table. Even in the panic, you couldn't leave him unsupervised anywhere in the lab. Especially if something had escaped.

"Get her top unbuttoned, I'll need her arm free!" You tell Coryo as you shuffle around through the cupboard quickly trying to find everything you were looking for. A syringe, the antidote for whatever it may be. You don't even know. Glancing over your shoulder, her skin looks flushed with red patches showing up on her neck and face; but it could just be from crying.

Coryo's hands are shaking as his daughter continues to scream and cry in his face, making it harder for him to get her blazer off and unbutton her top. "You're going to be okay, darling. Shh, shh... Mum's gonna help." All he can think about while he pulls off her blazer and frees her arms from the little blue shirt is the time that he saw Clemensia Dovecote get bit by one of Gaul's snakes. He thought she was dead, and she walked out of the hospital wishing that she was. She never recovered- but she was quickly given treatment. Much quicker than his seven-year-old daughter, who is also significantly smaller than his friend was at the time.

"What was it? Did you see what it was?" You ask in a panic, bringing over a box and flinging it open next to her on the table.

"I didn't see it! I just saw-"

"It was a mouse." Regulus says, and Coryo turns to him with wide eyes. Luckily, you're all action and you're already filling the syringe with something that should counteract whatever effects the mouse's bite could have on her while he stares at his son. He looks calm, watching the scene with a tilted head. "It was just a mouse, Daddy."

Coryo looks away, grabbing Regan's hand and squeezing it. He didn't have the chance to tell you that whatever it was, apparently this "mouse", had been dropped down the back of Regan's shirt by her brother as soon as the elevator began to lift them. He had done it on purpose. Though, he couldn't have known what was wrong with the creature.

"This is just gonna be a pinch, Gem. Try and take a deep breath for me..." You tell her as you squeeze her arm. She makes no effort to do so, but knowing that the mice were only being designed to cause pain, it didn't surprise you.

"There you go, good girl..." Coryo coos at her as you just as quickly remove the needle, quickly disposing of it as he brushes her hair back from where it clung to her face. Immediately he can see the blood returning to her face, and she's still crying but whatever it was you gave her must have helped with the pain instantly.

"She'll be okay." You sigh in relief, rejoining his side and lifting Regan up so she's sitting. "Can you hold her? I just need to find the bite."

Coryo sits on the table, lifting her into his lap as you look over her arms and ankles. "It's on her back." He tells you, repositioning her carefully so you could see. She wasn't screaming anymore, just sniffling with eyes drooping shut.

You furrow your brow, stepping to his other side to get a look at it, seeing the small swelling area at the top of her back. You grab some disinfectant to quickly clean it before you dress it properly. "What happened?" You ask. "Did she fall?" It was unclear to you how she could have been bitten in such a place without being on the ground.

Coryo doesn't say anything, shifting his gaze over to Regulus again. He's watching you closely and how you're treating the bite, eyes trained on your gloved hands.

When your husband doesn't answer you immediately you look up at him again, and then follow his eyes to your son. "What did you do?" You ask him, plastering the gauze onto your daughter's back.

"I just wanted to know what would happen, Mummy." He says simply.

"You knew what would happen, Lux. I've told you so many times not to touch anything. That it's not safe, and one of you could get hurt." You frown, packing up your first aid kit before going over to him, and kneeling down in front of the blonde boy. "I know you're interested in what I do, and I love that, but if you have questions you have to ask. Not do experiments yourself."

You grab his arms to get him to look at you again. "Hey, I'm not mad at you." You say softly. "I just need you to be careful. You're smarter than this."

He nods, wrapping his arms around your neck and hugging you. You sigh as you hug him back. "You can't hurt your sister, darling. We're a team. Do you understand?"

"I do. It was just a mouse, I didn't think it would be that bad. I'm sorry." He agrees quietly, eyes still locked on his sister as his dad cradles her gently in his arms. She's passed out against his chest, holding her as close as he possibly can.

He shakes his head at his son, trying to display his clear disappointment. It would quickly be noticed if his daughter, the President's daughter, fell ill, and he knew he would have to jump through hoops to cover up her recovery and that the very reason for it was her own brother.

Regulus Snow was his mother's son, and Coriolanus didn't believe his apology one bit.

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captainlunaxmen · 4 months ago

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All for the Cameras

Chapter 13

Finnick Odair x Fem!reader

Yeah... I thought I could manage everything in one last chapter, but unfortunately, I can't... so this is the chapter before the big finale😅

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Chapter summary: ready to enter the Capitol

Chapter warnings: deaths, blood, violence, Hunger Games trauma.

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I follow Boggs, along Cressida and her crew, to join the others and I instantly notice Finnick standing with Katniss.

I send him a questioning look and he just smiles at me, making me divert my eyes immediately.

"Gather 'round." Bogg instructures, "squad 451, you're my unit. Lieutenant Jackson is my second in command. Each one of you is elite in some form of combat and strategy. But we are a non-combat unit. So we'll be following fay's behind the frontline troops." He explains.

"You're to be the on-screen faces of the invasion." Cressida adds, "the star squad. It's been decided that you're most effective when seen by the masses."

I see the disappointment Katniss, but I can't help to feel relieved. I'm not sure I'm strong enough to fight... not yet at least.

"We're not gonna fight?" Gale asks.

"You'll do whatever you're ordered to, soldier." Boogs replies harshly, "it's not your job to ask questions."

"Yes, sir."

"Our instructions are to shoot propaganda footage on the battle-scarred streets of the Capitol. You were handpicked to intimidate their forces.

"Maybe inspire surrenders too." I add, sighing, "just keep in mind that we're in a war-zone. So, even though our job is to look good on screen, we're not out of danger. Active pods, peacekeepers, any sort of traps... keep it in mind and watch your steps."

"You're considered high-value targets to the Capitol." Boggs keeps explaining, "in the event of capture, you'll be given a nighlock pill, a poison that acts immediately." He takes out a little box and gives it to Jackson, "lieutenant Jackson, do the honors."

"It's... better... it's better than being a prisoner there." I remark. I keep my eyes on Jackson giving the pills to everybody.

"I already briefed you on the pods. I remind you, they are on every block. Our unit has been given a Holo." He them proceeds to turn it on, "a database that contains a detailed map of the Capitol and a list of every known pod." And a digital map appears as he explains, "these pods can trigger anything from bombs to traps to mutts.we cannot move without this device. There's no guarantee that our database is complete. There could be new pods that we're not aware of. Because we don't want the Gamemakers to know we have this Intel, it has a self-destruct on it. You flip the switch say 'nightlock' three times, and it blows itself and anything within a ten-foot radius. Stay within our unit."

"But even with this, they might have set new pods. Deadly, for sure." I confirm everyone's suspects.

I look towards Finnick, he nods reassuringly at me and I take a breath before everyone gets to gather their things and finally set off.

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It's surreal walking down the streets of the Capitol now, when they're so empty and... grey. It somehow makes me sad, I used to focus on the colours and lights to escape my reality, and seeing it without those distraction makes me realise how real this is.

"There's pod." Boggs says, snapping me out of my daze. "Let's take cover."

We gather together, near a destroyed statue.

"Shoot through those two buildings. " He tells Katniss.

Before she could actually comply Cressida and her troupe takes places to frame the moment. I can just tell how annoying it must be for Katniss. She clearly got a plan of her own and we are only standing in her way.

Katniss finally shoots her arrow through the buildings and blazes and explosions start erupting from the buildings

"That was fun." I comment dryly.

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"What do you think they're whispering about?" Finnick murmurs beside me, pointing at Katniss and Gale.

"Probably how to get through the city on their own." I tell him, my eyes focused on my bottle. "They can't, though. Not without the Holo."

"I don't thing that it could stop her." He says.

"Neither do I" I agree.

Suddenly the noise of a vehicle approaching makes everybody stand up.

"Is that peacekeepers?"

"451 to base." Jackson calls though the walkie, "we've got a truck coning in from the south, over." While we cautiously get close to it, "coy that. Over." She ends the communication, "stand down, everyone. It's friendly." She informs us

"Great..." I mutter as we all watch the truck stop and wait for it to reveal its purpose.

The back of the truck opens and someone is helped getting off it.

When suddenly we see none other than Peeta walking towards us, escorted by two soldiers, Katniss immediately grabs an arrow ready to point it at him.

"Easy, Katniss." I tell her.

I notice Peeta muttering some as he gets closer. But as he gets closer, indeed, Katniss points at him.

"Okay, stop!" Gale tells him, gun in hand.

"Hold up." Finnick moves forward, before I could even thing about it, "everyone relax."

"Put the gun down, will you?" I say to Gale as I follow Finnick to Peeta.

"Jackson, cuff him." Boggs says he gets back to our made-up shelter.

"I'll do it." I offer, Jackson gives me a trusting look before giving me the cuffs. "Thank you." I turn to Peeta and carefully walk closer. "It's just a precaution, okay, Peeta? No need to worry. Once we know what's going on we'll free you. Okay?"

He shakes as he nods his head keeping muttering to himself.

"My name's Peeta Mellark. I'm from district 12." It's what he says.

"That's correct. Good job, Peeta." I tell him sweetly as I secure the handcuffs. "Keep that in mind."

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"Thay want us to add him to the propo, show that he's on our side now." Boggs explains, "move forward a few blocks tomorrow and shoot a new footage."

"He's not in control of himself." Gale says. I don't even care to hide me rolling my eyes.

"I'm not sure you have the competence to state that." I say, scoffing.

"I say we schedule an around-the-clock watch on him." Jackson proposes, "the Leegs till 1700. Homes and Mitchell till 1900."

"Give me a watch." Katniss says earning surprised look from almost everyone.

"Is it really came down to it, you think you could shoot him?" Jackson asks her.

"I wouldn't be shooting Peeta. But killing a Capitol mutt." She states.

"A Capitol mutt..." I repeat under my breath, before standing up, "Excuse me." I walk outside.

I take a moment of silence to gather my thoughts, I know she didn't mean it... or at least I hope she didn't. But it mirrors what everyone else thinks, we've been prisoners of the Capitol for enough time to give the enemy the opportunity to mess us up. Not everyone trust us, not everyone sees us as people anymore.

"Y/n..." I turn around, facing Finnick's worried face, "are you okay?"

"Yes, Finnick, I am." I say, more to convince myself than him.

"You realise I know when you lie, right?" He chuckles, "you know she doesn't mean it... even though she doesn't seem like it."

"Yes, I know... I know."

He considers me for a moment, his eyes tracing my face with such softess it's almost reassuring. Almost.

"You're scared the Capitol did a number on you." He states, heavy tone full of frustration.

"Stop knowing me so well." I force out a chuckle.

"Can't help it, my love." He says, standing beside me, I divert my eyes at the nickname, "and you still deserve the title, by the way."

"I'm trying to keep it in mind." I sadly smile, "not even sure what I feel myself anymore."

"Of course you're madly in love with me. My very presence makes your days so much brighter, "he starts saying, using a theatrical expression, "my eyes are the light of your life and..." he leans closer, "my lips are-"

"Okay, okay, keep telling yourself that, Odair." I chuckle taking a step away.

"I will, because I know it's true." He smiles brightly, "don't beat yourself up so much, I've honestly never expected you to return my feelings, and it's okay if you don't, I promise. Just like it's okay if you need time to figure it out."

"I guess.." I say, softly.

"C'mon, tell me what's going on in your head." He gently takes my hand.

"It's the same thing, Finnick, I just need to get it into my head." I try to wave it off.

"Nonsense," he makes me turn to face him, "if you need to talk about it a hundred times, we'll talk about it a hundred times. Okay?"

"It's not fair to you, Finnick." I insist, looking down at our feet.

"I decide it. I'm here for you. Always." He gently takes my chin and turn my face up to look at his. "Keep that in mind. Now talk to me."

I take a deep breath, looking around us.

"What... what if they fucked me up too much?" I whisper, keeping my breath steady, "what if I... I won't be able to... to feel like I did... I'm scared something could happen that could set me off like it happened with Peeta, as if they did something I'm not aware of... I dont want to hurt anyone, I don't want to hurt tou "

He immediately, almost instinctively, wraps his arms around me and I lean on him.

"You could never, okay?" He whispers, "never."

"But what if-"

"I promise you, you could never hurt me. Even if they did something you're not aware of. It would be their doing, not yours." He gently takes my face in his hands, "not yours. Okay?"

For the first time, I think, I look deeply into his eyes, the confidence I find is almost contagious.

"Okay." I nod, "Okay."

"Also..." he starts, "it's the first time you looked at me for more than 5 seconds, love." He says proudly, "they needed to put more effort if they wanted to fuck you up, you strong girl."

"Shut up." I jokingly push him off, feeling my face heat under his eyes.

"Yeah, keep trying, my love." He smirks.

We take a moment to laugh when Boggs walks to us.

"Good to see you're okay, L/n. It's time to get some rest before tomorrow." He nods back to the building, signaling us to follow him.

"Yes, sir." I say, and wait a moment for Finnick to move too and head to get some sleep.

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My, rather poor, sleep is interrupted by voices raising, so I sit up straighter and decide whether I should intervene or not.

"... enemy, target, mutt." It's Peeta, presumably talking to Katniss, "and now ally?" He sounds very frustrated, "yeah, I'll add that to the list of words I use to try to figure you out." In that moment he notices almost everyone is awake, Finnick sitting up near me."I'm sorry.. I just can't tell what's real and what's made up anymore."

"Then ask." Finnick tells him, without hesitation. "Y/n is slowly learning how too."

As Peeta looks at me I nod, reassuringly.

"Ask who?"

"Us." Jackson chimes in, "we're your unit now." She looks at me too, "both of you."

I give her a grateful smile.

"I know..." I start, "I know it's hard. You think you're being a burden, a weight people shouldn't feel." He looks away, that gives me the confirmation I need, "the night before the Quartel Quell you reminded me of the first night you spent at the Capitol. Do you remember that?" He nods, "you said you wanted to comfort me like I did, because I'm your friend. It wasn't a bother for you, like it wasn't a bother for me. I know your true self is still there, so, as a friend, believe me when I say that you're not a bother."

There's a small pause, he slightly nods his head then looks at Katniss.

"Your favourite color is green." He says, "is that real?"

"Yeah, that's real."She answers, "yours is orange. Not bright orange. Soft, like the sunset."

"Thank you." He tells her.

I softly smile at their exchange.

"Good job." Finnick whispers to me, sitting a little closer.

"I just hate seeing him like that." I whisper back, then Katniss stands up and goes to sit next to Gale, "and neither can she apparently."

"She still needs to figure things out." He says.

"So do I." I sadly say.

"Hey, we've talked about this." He softly scolds me, "you're allowed to take your time."

"I know, I'm sorry." I smile at him, grateful for his presence.

Even though I can look at him for more that one second, I still can't realise if my feelings are true or not. If this is all a trick of my mind or a scream from my heart.

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The walk through the Capitol is weird to say the least, we diligently follow Boggs, who's holding the Holo ready to sense any sort of pods and trap, rehearsing some lines for the propos. It feels like the Capitol I know, yet it's nothing like it.

We get to one of the many town squares and Cressida marks it as a good spot to shoot, and I can't help but agree. But before doing anything we need to make sure the place is safe.

Boggs holds the Holo up, in front of us, when suddenly it starts to bleep very rapidly, signaling something between two buildings.

"We got a pod" he states, "split. Take cover." He orders.

I follow him and Finnick to a side, along with Peeta, the others follow Katnis on the other side. Boggs grabs a stone, and throws it to activate the pod.

Two huge machine guns start shooting, what feels like endless ammo, everyone is covering their ears, turning away from the source fo protect the face from any collateral shots.

When the shooting ends, Boggs decides to check for any more traps. I take a peak, ready to cover in case something happens when I notice Katniss looking at something behind me. I follow her line of sight, just noticing Peeta murmuring to himself.

I starts to kneel in front of him when a huge explosion and a scream freeze me in an instant.

I turn to look at the source of it and notice Boggs on the ground and Katniss running to him. I look around the site, one of the Leeks is down too. I feel my head getting dizzy, my sight is blurry.

"Fuck." I take a deep breath then look at Finnick, "check on him okay?" I point at Peeta.

"What? He starts, but I'm already heading away.

"What happened?" I ask, kneeling down, next to Boggs.

"Do what you cane to do." He says to Katniss.

"Boggs.." I call him, but all I get is him looking at me before his head gently hit the ground, "what..." I look down noticing the holo on his chest, "did he..?"

Katniss nods, and I just take a big breath, when I hear movement near us.

I look and see the injured twin laying on the ground holding her leg. The other sister stands to rush to her.

"No wait!" I try but her foot already stepped on another pod.

Suddenly the square is being closed, giant doors trapping us here and a black fluid appears out of nowhere.

Instantly on my feet I join the Leeks, helping the wounded one to stand and rush as quickly as possible to safety.

We aim to one of the buildings in the square, to force a door open and take cover, hopefully.

I take a look back, to make sure everyone is following, that's when I see Peeta almost hitting Katniss and Mitchell stopping him. Peeta, though, pushes him into the black liquid. From which he re-emerge tied to a bunch of strings. Dead.

As the door is finally open Jackson rushed everybody inside and up the stairs till the very top.

I help the Leek sitting down, letting her sister care for her. Almost everyone made it inside, and understandably, Peeta is seized and calmed.

But our focus is the black material getting higher and higher. Until it stops and just... retracts?

"Gamemakers are still putting on quite a show." Cressida comments.

"Did you have any doubts?" I sarcastically ask.

"451 to base. Over." Jackson tries to signal 13 we're still alive.

"Yeah, we better move." Finnick state, "if Peacekeepers didn't know where we were, they do now."

"He's right."

"Those surveillance cameras caught us." Castor says.

"451 to base. Come in."

"This is a bad spot we need to move now." Even Gale agrees.

"I can't get a signal." Jackson says, "but I can get us back to base. Everdeen, give me the holo." But Katnis doesn't seems to be wanting to, "what did I just say? The Jolo. Come on. Let's go."

"Boggs gave it to me." She finally says.

"What are you talking about?"

"He did." Homes confirms, "he transferred security clearance to her. I saw him."

"And why would he do that?" Jackson asks, suspicious.

"I'm on special orders from Coin." Katniss tells her, but everything makes me think she is lying.

"To do what?"

"To assassinate President Snow."

"I don't believe that for one second." Jackson counters, "as your new unit commander, I order you to transfert security clearance to me now."

"I can't do that." Katniss simply says, so Jackson takes her gun out, and Gale immediately takes his own, followed by the others.

"This is not the time, lieutenant." I stand in between them, "the pods must've already signaled to the Capitol our position. We need to go."

"I'm not asking you again, Everdeen." She ignores me, so I stand right in front of her, moving her attention fully on me.

"She's telling the truth." I say firmly.

"Yes, Plutarch wants it televised." Cressida supports me.

"It's a way to make the Capitol citizen surrender before the casualties get too high. We already lost enough ourselves." I keep going, staring at her, "so I suggest, as your soldier, you trust her and get us out of here. Because I can assure you, we could be surrounded by Peacekeepers in no time if we keep on arguing."

"Boggs promised me that when the time came, you would help me." Katniss says, standing beside me.

There's a pause, Jackson is contemplating whether or not trust us, but eventually she draws her gun back.

"All right, soldier. Holo's yours."

Leeg's leg is too bad for her to come with us, so unfortunately we have to leave the twins back, hoping we could send someone soon.

As we walk put of the building I catch up with Katniss.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Katniss." I whisper as I pass past her.

We walk across the square to find another shelter, and we enter another set of flats, fancy ones. We immediately cover the windows just in time to see a bunch of Peacekeepers arriving and heading to the building we just left.

"Shit." I mutter, Finnick stays beside me, a comforting hand on my arm.

When the shooting starts he tries to get me away from the window, but I can't, until the building itself collapses I can't keep my eyes off of it.

"Ssh, come." He says this, ans as he does the Capitol anthem and the television turns on automatically and Ceaser's face appears.

"Good afternoon. I'm Ceaser Flickerman. Here with our continuing coverage of the defense of the Capitol. Today, as our Peacekeepers valiantly gold off the rebels, our story takes surprising twist." And footage of our escape from the black material appears as he speaks, "Katniss Everdeen, our once favourite daughter, has infiltrated the city with some of the victors, whose names are all too familiar. Finnick Odair and Peeta Mellark. Not only them, but our very own princess, Y/n L/n. Take a look at what happened just a moment ago, when our peacekeepers cornered Katniss Everdeen and her band of foolish rebels. Whatever arrogance brought this treacherous girl back to us, you are about to witness a great victory, not only for the Capitol but for Panem." The footage is showing the peacekeepers shooting and destroying the building. "So there you have it. Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire. A girl who inspired so much violence seems to have met a violent end herself. Stay tuned for more information. Ceaser Flickerman. Thank you."

"Does the Presiden actually think we are dead?" Someone asks, and suddenly I feel all eyes on me.

"I... I think so." I hesitantly say, "releasing such news is to discourage the districts, make the Capitol hopeful again. Whether he believes it or not is irrelevant at this point. It shows that the Capitol will always win."

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phoward89 · 1 year ago

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Based on this ask

Your day started as it normally does. You woke up in your boyfriend's arms, trying to wiggle away from him without disturbing his sleep. And like every morning, Coryo woke up, only to hold you closer and press a good morning kiss to your lips.

“Morning, darling.” He greeted you, voice rough with sleep.

“Morning, Coryo “ You replied with a smile.

“Where are you going, baby?” Coryo asked as you tried to get up.

“I need to pee and we have to get ready.” You told the platinum blonde, whose curls were messily resting against his red silk pillowcase like a halo. When Coriolanus made no move to let you get up, you lightly rubbed his chest while reminding him, “We both have classes today and you have that meeting with Dr. Gaul to see if you're qualified to be promoted from an intern to a full time gamemaker position.”

“I think you're more nervous about my meeting than I am.” Your boyfriend sighed, letting his hold on you go.

“It's a very important meeting, Coryo. Of course I'm nervous for you.” You told your boyfriend as he sat on the edge of the bed, slipping on his slippers. Before he could stand up, you wrapped your arms around him from behind. Resting your head against his shoulder, you said, “I know how much you want to become a gamemaker.” The blonde man didn't say a word, just placed his large hand over yours. He ran the calloused pad on his thumb over his knuckles as you continued your thoughts with, “You're always pushing yourself to be the best. And to become the youngest gamemaker in Panem's history while enrolled at the University as a double major's an honor, one that I know you want to have.”

“You know me so well, Y/N.” Coriolanus lightly chuckled. Gently unwrapping your arms from around him and standing up, he sighed, “We better get on with our morning.”

After doing your morning routine of showering, dressing, and eating breakfast, Coryo drove you both to Capitol University, the most esteemed university in all of Panem. Since you were a couple of years younger than him, your classes were mostly pre-recs and were on the other side of the campus then the major focused classes. So, you and your boyfriend parted ways with a kiss shortly after arriving in the parking lot of the University.

Coriolanus took off towards where his classes and friends were while you took off to find your own friends and attend your classes.

Everything was going fine until lunchtime rolled around.

You usually ate lunch with your friends, a small group of girls that you've known since your academy days. Sometimes Coriolanus would join you, bringing Clemensia and Festus to tag along. Other times, which was usually all the time, your boyfriend spent his lunch hour in the library studying, working on projects, and drawing up proposals to hand to Dr. Gaul concerning the games.

Unfortunately for you, this afternoon was one of those days that Coryo was holed up in the University library, doing something productive in his quest for academic supremacy and power.

Usually, it'd be fine and you'd just eat in the University dining hall with your friends, but not today.

No…

Today you got into a fight with your friends. A fight that started over a simple disagreement. It was a silly disagreement really. A disagreement that started over, of all things, dresses for the upcoming Spring Ball.

One of your friends got upset that you simply told her that maybe she shouldn't plan to wear a black dress, but maybe something pastel since she already wore black a few months back for the Yule Ball. She snapped at you and even made a snide remark about how you could afford to buy a thousand dresses and for a thousand balls since you're shacking up with Coriolanus Snow. The remark hurt, but what hurt worse was that your other friends backed her up; attacked you too.

The lunch fight got so heated with all the screaming, yelling, shouting, and crying that the other students eating in the dining hall stopped what they were doing to watch and listen in.

Yea, your fight with your friends was quickly becoming a spectacle for gossip.

Feeling overwhelmed by sadness, you gathered your things and rushed out of the dining hall. Unfortunately, your absence was the perfect opportunity for your friends to start spreading lies about you. To make it seem like you weren't a good friend, that you were greedy, etc.

The girls you've been friends with since your Academy Days were being petty. Ruining years of friendship. And for what?

A simple disagreement. Or was there more to it? Was jealousy over your relationship with Coryo the true cause of it?

Your day went from bad to worse when your phone kept going off left and right with Pangram notifications. As it turns out, your friends weren't your friends anymore and they were posting all kinds of mean things about you. Even tagging you in the posts too. And your best friend, well she was petty enough to post the glittery words of Fuck You on her social media.

Words aimed at you.

And the worst part was that you're dealing with all of this alone since your boyfriend has his own studies to worry about. And, of course, he has a very important meeting with Dr. Gaul about his future career.

Usually you'd catch a ride home with one of your friends if Coryo had work or meeting scheduled at the Citadel, but not today.

Today you had to walk home from the University since you lost your friends. And, of course, your mind kept replaying everything as you walked home.

And when you finally got home, you dropped your books on the glass star shaped coffee table and made a mad dash to your bedroom before Grandma’am could realize that you were home and ask about your day.

You adored Coriolanus' grandmother, you really did, but sometimes she could be a bit much. And after the day you had, well, you just didn't want to deal with her. In fact, you didn't want to deal with anybody at the moment.

All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry.

When Coriolanus walked into the penthouse he had a huge smile on his face. He was on the right track for graduating Summa Cum Laude and being the Valedictorian of his class. He was also given an assistant gamemaker position, which was amazing consider that made him the youngest gamemaker on Dr. Gaul's staff.

Dr. Gaul has told Coriolanus that he had a drive that she hadn't seen since she taught his father. That, in fact, his drive for success surpassed that of the late General Snow’s. That he, Coriolanus Snow, was destined for great things; to be a great contributor to Panem. She even told him that she saw political potential in him.

Coryo couldn't wait to tell both you and Grandma'am about his great news, but when he came home he was only met with the sight of Grandma’am in a sitting chair, watching one of her late afternoon Capitol TV soaps, and your books on the glass coffee table. He instantly knew that something was wrong. You'd never ignore Grandma’am. Not unless you weren't feeling well.

No. You loved his Grandma’am. Adored her, enjoyed her company.

“Is Y/N feeling unwell?” Coriolanus asked his Grandma'am, his icy blue eyes shifting between her and your books.

“I'm not sure, Coryo. I didn't see her come in.” The old woman, dressed in a fine tunic and a matching jeweled turbin, told her grandson.

“I’ll check on her, Grandma'am. Just continue watching your soap.” He told her before walking down the hall towards his room. The room that he's been sharing with you ever since he moved you in.

“Darling, are you unwell?” Coryo asked, opening the door and stepping inside of the bedroom.

The site of you curled up in a ball on the bed, crying, gutted him. He hates to see you cry.

And whoever made you cry was dead. Coriolanus would personally make sure of it. Nobody makes his baby cry and gets away with it

Nobody.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?” Coryo asked, rushing over to the bed.

And when you felt him wrap his arms around you, you broke down. You told him everything that happened. About the fight and how you lost all of your friends. About how they pettily posted shit on Pangram all day and how they've been gossiping about you; talking trash.

Coriolanus just let you spill your guts to him. The more you told him, the more he began to scheme up ideas to make those girls pay for what they did to you.

And they were going to pay.

Their families were going to pay too.

All because they made you cry. When they made the girlfriend of Coriolanus Snow cry, well, they just opened up Pandora's box. And once that bitch’s open, it doesn't close.

As Coryo spooned you, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder and assured you, “You’ll feel better now that you've cried it out, baby” He nuzzled your neck, only to tell you, “I'm sorry those bitches did that to you, Y/N. You're the sweetest girl I know; you didn't deserve that.”

“It hurts, Coryo.” You sniffled. Staring out the window that was by the bed, you sighed, “I thought they were my friends. I've known them for years, just for them to turn on me because of a comment about a dress.”

Everything clicked in Coriolanus mind as soon as he heard you say ‘just for them to turn on me because of a comment about a dress’. Those words were all it took for him to realize that your friends were jealous of you because you belonged to him. They were jealous because he moved you into his house and spoiled you with clothes, jewelry, sweets, and anything else you could possibly want. They're jealous because he's rich, the Plinth heir, and he's showering you (his girl that made him fall in love again, even though he swore he'd never love anyone ever again) in luxury.

“They're jealous, baby.” Your boyfriend told you.

“I know.” You sadly nodded.

Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Coriolanus promised, “Baby, I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again.”

And he kept that promise.

Coriolanus made your former friends pay for what they done to you. For making you cry.

He ruined and bankrupted their families. He also ruined their reputations and had them expelled from the University.

Your Coryo made sure that everyone knew that if they messed with you then they messed with him. Safe to say, everyone kisses your ass out of fear that your boyfriend would make them disappear or make their lives a living hell.

Coriolanus also made sure that you were accepted into his friend circle. Those snotty rich kids at least didn't backstab their friends.

Well, Coriolanus did out of that group, but he wouldn't be backstabbing them til years later when he got deep into his presidential campaigns.

But for now, Coryo was just your supportive boyfriend that held you as you cried, dried your tears, and made everything all better for you.

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undertalebabbleblog · 6 months ago

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UTDR Holiday Newsletter Musings

Heya, Pup here, and I'm back again to talk about how Toby Fox has once more driven me insane.

Usually the newsletters have a black background and white text, but the background is white this time! Thematically appropriate, I suppose.

*glances outside at the warm summer morning*

Or, well, it's thematically appropriate if you don't live in the southern hemisphere lol.

Toby has a Bluesky account now, apparently.

...Yep, that belongs to Toby, alright.

And he even made an archive of the roast chicken posts "in case Blueski flies away". Excellent, those are exceedingly important, we wouldn't want them to be lost.

(Skipping over the stuff about the GameMaker updates and bugs because while it's interesting it's not what I'm here to talk about.)

*(...) *(...Pup slowly puts down the microwave they were holding and steps away.) *(All the settings on the microwave say 'spaghetti' anyway. It's unsure if that would work on frozen dogs.)

But in all seriousness, the reviews Toby shared seem pretty solid, and we are definitely, 100000000000% getting chapters 3 and 4 in 2025. I am incredibly excited and can't wait to see what the new chapters have in store.

(I wonder when they'll come out...? Place your bets, everyone! My money's on Undertale's 10th anniversary, since Toby has a habit of releasing and announcing important stuff on or around the anniversaries.)

We also have some text from chapter 4 that has been translated into Japanese. I cannot read Japanese, so unfortunately I don't have anything to say on that part, but I do have some things to say about some of the bits I can read!

"Inferno,&Inferno!" We don't have any context on who's saying this or what it might be about. My first thought is Dante's Inferno, given how much religious symbolism is in these games, but I'm probably wrong lol.

Lancer: "Susie, can you enrich my enclosure?" Susie: "Uhh, I can punch a hole in drywall and hide toys inside." Lancer: "Thank you. Someday, I will do the same for you..." This COULD just be about Lancer's room. Or it could imply that Lancer gets trapped somehow? Idk.

"To by, or not to by?" I don't have much to say here. But it's a Shakespeare reference, so I'm legally obligated to point that out.

Berdly: "Listen. It disgusts me to say this, but... as an ACT. OF. CHARITY. I will let you... Be the breeze under my wings. You... Me. Festival." My guess is that he's saying this to Susie. If so, Noelle is going to FLIP and I can't wait to see it lol. I'm very curious about this festival, too... I feel like something big's going to happen.

...wait.

WAIT.

Jevil's fight was in a carousel. Spamton's was on a rollercoaster.

...am I overthinking this, or are the secret bosses somehow foreshadowing the festival???????

Elnina: "Did it hurt when you fell? Your tag says you're... um, the moon." If I remember correctly, Elnina is one of the weather forecast themed enemies. Since this is chapter 4 dialogue, my guess is that this text is from Castle Town after you recruit them.

Chapter 5 is in development! Yay!

I was going to make a post about some of the new merch before the newsletter came out. Now I guess I'll just include my thoughts on it in this post.

SO. We have a Kris shirt.

Following the trend of the Frisk merch, Kris isn't named. All Frisk's merch refers to them as 'the human', and now Kris' shirt is the 'Important Person's Shirt'.

Here's all the text I've found describing it, from both the newsletter and Fangamer.

Listen. I am going insane over this. I have far too many thoughts and I don't know how to put any of them into words. BUT I'M GONNA TRY.

Okay. So.

Firstly, the love thing.

We already know that LOVE = Level of ViolencE. But while that adds an interesting layer, it's not primarily what I'm going to be discussing here.

Kris and the player have a connection, obviously. Their love will become yours - the love they receive from their mum, their dad, their friends, isn't meant for us. Yet it feels like it's directed at us, because we are Kris. Your love will become theirs - we decide their actions. If we express love for another character, we're expressing it through them, which means that the other characters are seeing it as their love instead. Us and Kris are separate entities, and yet we have an undeniable connection that makes us difficult to separate.

Also, I'm not entirely sure how this relates, but my first thought when I read this was about the default options for the vessel. The game records your choices in the vessel creation sequence. However, if you start a chapter 2 save file without continuing from chapter 1, the choices are automatically set to the first option of each question, except for the gift, which defaults to Mind. It also has default options for all the choices in the game, which all seem to follow what we know of Kris' characterisation. Essentially, if we haven't played chapter 1, Kris seems to play through it for us. In the vessel creation sequence, the question 'HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR CREATION? (IT WILL NOT HEAR.)' has 'LOVE' as the first option. I don't know how this might relate and it might be entirely unrelated but in my head I feel like some dots have been connected and it's driving me crazy. TOBY FOX YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME.

(Please picture me with one of those conspiracy theory boards with the red string and pictures and scribbled notes. That's the most accurate depiction of me right now.)

The mask thing seems important too, but I can't think of what it might be referring to. Maybe something to do with how the actions you choose for Kris aren't how they're really feeling?

There's also a Seam plush, which I wasn't originally going to talk about, but then the newsletter happened.

Firstly, look at it. Look at this battered old wizard cat. I want it.

Secondly, we get a sort-of-canon Seam design! So that's cool.

...dusty magic. Broken dreams. No tail, torn off by cruel and loving hands. The tail in your mind should be stronger than anything I show you.

THERE IS SOMETHING HERE RELATED TO THE DARK WORLDS AND DREAMS AND IMAGINATION AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY ABOUT IT BUT IT'S THERE.

If they keep releasing merch, my entire house is going to be UTDR themed. I can feel my wallet getting lighter and lighter each time they release something new, and I haven't even bought any merch yet.

And finally, if you click on this antlered snowman at the bottom...

You get a message...

DESS LORE DESS LORE DESS LORE

She called Noelle 'Elly' I'm gonna cry -

More angel Noelle... and "I wish it could snow whenever I wanted"... kind of ominous given the Snowgrave route and the whole Angel's Heaven thing.

AAAA I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE WHERE THIS GOES IN THE GAME

I actually missed the snowman link at first, so obviously I'm going to be clicking everything in all future newsletters just to be sure lol.

Uhhhh... yeah. That's all.

See you next time, and happy holidays!

#undertale #deltarune #undertale newsletter #undertale / deltarune newsletter #utdr #utdr newsletter #babble #rant #ramble #rose's rambles

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pumpkinspice-prouvaire · 14 days ago

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I was tagged by @aaronstveit to share the first lines of my ten most recent fics, thank you for the tag, this one is always a lot of fun 💕💕💕

You brought me your bullets, I brought you my love Disgracefully, the trees dotted around the grounds of the de Courfeyrac estate are bare of their leaves before Grantaire has built up the courage to try to speak to Enjolras again.

You're too sweet for me Enjolras decides on a Thursday night that something needs to change.

The Fires Found a Home in Me “I have to say, we’re all very excited to have you on board,” the head Gamemaker tells him, as he leads him through the plain white corridors of the Gamemakers’ headquarters.

I go home (into the arms of the girl that I love) Looking back, Éponine can only assume she’d applied to the apartment out of sheer desperation.

I'm the Hero of this Story (I Don't Need to be Saved) This is not Enjolras’ first time finding himself in less than ideal sleeping conditions.

When Wit and Youth is Come to Harvest Cosette has to read the cast list stuck to the bulletin board beside the drama office at least three times before she can believe it, and when she does, she has to work to swallow down the lump of bitterness that has formed in her throat.

I Don't Know What To Do (With Your Kiss On My Neck) It’s a testament to how often Grantaire watches Enjolras that he can easily tell when he’s being watched back in turn.

Let's Fall in Love (for the Week) Annoyingly, when Éponine wakes up on Sunday morning, her peaceful hangover is immediately interrupted by the chilling realisation that her phone is missing.

Don't Ask Me Where I've Been (Been Avoiding Everything) In hindsight, Combeferre is surprised that he and Courfeyrac didn’t realise something was going on sooner.

Can I Bite Your Tongue (Like My Bad Habit)? The meeting has been over for five minutes when Grantaire looks up and makes direct eye contact with Enjolras, on the other side of the room.

No pressure tags for @thelawsofdaylight @syrupsyche @television-bodies @shamedumpster @aromantic-enjolras @juanjoltaire @ronanlynchian

#long post #tag game

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gaulnon · 15 days ago

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𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥.

tagged by @blackdress

LAST SONG: The last song i listened to was ‘Homem com H' — Ney Matogrosso;

FAVORITE COLOR: Green and yellow;

CURRENTLY WATCHING: I've been microdosing on Neon Genesis Evangelion because of my partner, but i have interview with the vampire and yellowjackets on my watch-list! :]

LAST MOVIE: Evangelion 2.22, but the last movie I watched alone was Ainda Estou Aqui;

SWEET, SAVORY, SOUR: Sweet!!

CURRENTLY READING: rereading TBOSAS, but after i'm done with that, I have to read Alcibiades 1(Plato), Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas(Machado de Assis), Frankenstein(Mary Shelley), mostly a lot of communist theory, though. Finally got on meds so i have a lot of reading to catch up on!!

CURRENT OBSESSION: Doctor Volumnia Gaul, Your Humble Head Gamemaker, In Charge Of The War Department And All It's Affiliated Concerns.

LAST GOOGLE: whether it was spelled Mary Shalley or Mary Shelley 😔

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Volumnia Gaul Family lore, The Hellespont Family (oc) lore — I'm trying to get into writing again, in general! I haven't written anything since i was in highschool. Currently waiting for my next break this month so i can draw more TBOSAS (mostly Gaul) fanart! :3c

TAGGING: @fairyhagmother @ravinstill @ritalinrae @thatthingilovewith @meekmedea @mr-nauseam @persephoneprice @julietasgf and anyone who may feel inclined to !!

#thank you for tagging ! <3

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the-sun-and-the-sea · 2 years ago

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can you please do another list of odesta fanfic recommendations.

Of course! I'm actually really glad you asked this because I've been in such an odesta phase lately. Here are some of my current favorites.

Below the Surface by deathmallow - This is a cool oneshot focusing on Annie and Finnick pre-relationship. It's well written and offers some great outsider POV, so I'd definitely suggest checking it out. This author has a ton of great THG work, a lot of which features odesta.

The Finish Line by voidshade - This is a great one that focuses on Finnick's time as a new victor. Because of how early it takes place, it doesn't actually feature Annie, although I think it will eventually. I love how this one highlights Finnick's youth and his transition from a teenager to what we see in canon.

The Kindling by perilearring - This is another one that takes place while Finnick is young. This fic tells the story of his Games, and although it's still in the early stages, I'm really liking it so far. Odesta is tagged as a relationship so I think that's something we can expect to see later on. This one really captures the writing style of the original trilogy.

Exit Light, Enter Night by grumkin_snark - This is a short one that really highlights the tragedy of Finnick's life. I would definitely recommend checking out the author's other odesta works, because I love them so much. They're all so well written and pretty iconic, in my opinion.

The Moment I Knew by wisteriawall - I love this one, it's so sweet. There's definitely an undercurrent of sadness running through it, but the ending is so poignant and hopeful. I also love the other odesta works from this author.

It Takes a (Victor's) Village by sakurasencha - I'd seen this one around before but I only recently read it, and it was so worth it. This is just so funny and sweet, it brings such a welcome levity to a dark story. I enjoyed every minute of reading this and I think any odesta fan should give it a try.

Like the Tides by Indefatigable - If you're into AUs, this series could be a great one to check out. It puts Finnick and Annie's relationship into an interesting new context that I find really cool, and it's nice and long so you'll have plenty to read.

Once, the Stars Aligned by Gamemakers - This is another AU that I really love. It's a historical AU, so it doesn't take place in Panem, but we still get to see Finnick and Annie come together anyway. I will warn you that this story is unfinished and most likely won't be updated, but I thought I'd throw it out there since I really enjoy it anyway. The author also has several other odesta works, many of which are cool AUs.

I hope you find something good to read! As always, feel free to reblog if you want to share your own recs or self promo!

#asked and answered #thg fanfic #thg fic #fic rec list #fic recs #thg fic recs #finnick odair #annie cresta #odesta #odesta fic #thg #the hunger games

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nighthuntingclato · 17 days ago

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WIP Wednesday Friday

where i present the very shaky first draft of the beginning of clato time loop au. likes and any comments are appreciated. I forgot to post this so i'm putting it two days late.

tagging for next week's WIP wednesday @atefingersdagger @ongreenergrasses @majorsoapfan @ylvisruinedmylife @relentlessescapism @court-of-secrets

The bleeding red of a ticking mechanical timer swam before his eyes, numbers blurring into nonsense, too difficult to decipher with the muddled vision and the blinding sunlight overhead. Unsympathetic to his disoriented plight, the digital numbers relentlessly counted down, pushing him closer and closer to his fate. Only when the shapes before him crystallized into a sharpened, vivid natural landscape, with ghosts of fallen children standing atop their pedestals staring intently at the scattered weapons and supplies and treasures he'd long since claimed and discarded, did Cato realize that something was very, very wrong.

42 seconds remained.

He hadn't been able to bring himself to eat what slim leftovers were in his pack that morning, not without her there to share it with him. Although his organs roiled and protested and complained, threatening to send whatever contents it could to the surface and all over that nourished Cornucopia grass - bright spring green like her eyes, cradling her deformed scalp like a pillow before he brought it to his waiting lap - he knew there was nothing left in him to vomit up. Cato fought back the desire to be sick, and it took an absurd amount of effort to support his own weight and keep himself standing, just long enough so he wouldn't accidentally trigger the mines by collapsing forward and blow himself sky high.

The mines that had already been disabled, and then revived, and then triggered until their livelihoods were pulverized to uselessness.

20 seconds remained.

20 seconds, and Cato realized something awful.

He would have to do all of this over again.

What else had he expected? The merciful peace of death when the girl's arrow had struck his brain? To be allowed to let his eyelids droop shut, lulled into a kind, gentle sleep, and be laid to a rest he didn't deserve?

15 seconds. 14. 13. 12. 11...

His face was as clean-shaven and flawless as the day all of this had begun, but he could still feel the wet slobber of the mutts dripping down his chin, the nightmare of their vicious teeth sinking into his throat. One of the smaller ones had led the attack, no less bloodthirsty despite her size. The sleek, shiny black coat, and her irises staring back at him that he'd once heard the male from One describe as "emerald..."

He'd only ever wanted her canines in his neck, had imagined it once while she curled herself into his arms in their shared sleeping bag. The Gamemakers saw fit to cruelly taunt him with that fantasy he'd had no right to, because it was her mutt that seemed to harbor the most intense hatred of him, who craved his beating heart as her prize more so than the others he'd hurt, but settled for his jugular vein instead.

As if the direction of his thoughts had summoned her presence, she suddenly appeared in front of him, his attention catching on a slouched, petite form directly across from his podium. He was too relieved for words to find that she was not crouched on four legs, those eyes were so utterly human, and though her snarl was predatory as she stared down her competitors, her mouth wasn't engineered into some hideous approximation of a wolf's muzzle.

3. 2. 1. Let the Hunger Games begin.

The others launched into action with the force of explosives he'd heard about from the Dark Days, and the ensuing noise was enough to quiet the dull buzzing in his ears. A boy clubbed another Tribute, repeatedly bashing in the victim's head with violent swings of his arm, until the body was unrecognisable. One girl wisely fled, her red springy curls bouncing on her back as she ran, the only identifying feature being a white 8 painted on her shoulder. The storm of fists flying, blood spraying from impaled abdomens, silver weapons glittering in the daylight, was too much to take in at once.

The spot where his body had been dragged by those mutts - the only team effort that would ever be seen from all Tributes in the Arena - was now bare of any evidence of what had been done to him, an innocent patch of grass and dirt. Someone's blood was staining it a deep crimson red at the moment, but the only thought he could form in response was that he was overjoyed it wasn't his own.

He knew he couldn't just stand there, gaping at the chaos. Cato would be expected to join the action soon. It was lucky for him that the others hadn't noticed yet, the incapacitated brute of a male Tribute from Two, frozen into a block of ice while chaos reigned around him.

Freeing his limbs from a stupor that would attract unwanted attention, or worse, get him killed, he stumbled forward, ignoring the terrified kids who hastened to be out of his way, and scrambled for the first weapon he could find. In a bizarrely out of body experience, he watched with concerning indifference as his fingers closed around the hilt of a simple long spear, a crude weapon that was rather basic in design but would execute - no pun intended - the job well enough. Unlike the last time he had been here, cutting down the riff-raff, the undeserving - an uncomfortable feeling at this thought, that had a close resemblance to shame, settled in his chest, the heavy lead weight pressing on his diaphragm - he found none of the same raw power in these kills. Perhaps they fell too easily this time around, or he'd grown bored of the same prey, or he just had something else on his mind.

Someone else. She was the only one who could slow his frantically beating heart with a few unkind, harshly spat words and her furious glare. She would know what was happening to him.

His limbs were too awkward and clumsy, retaining none of the fluid, expert grace of a trained killer, and glory and triumph were the last things on his mind now. With every awful strike of his weapon through someone's chest, his pulse roared deafeningly in his ears, echoing one phrase on repeat. Find her.

Find her and...

Save her?

Kill her? A quieter, darker impulse seductively whispered. She'd made him look weak, rely on her too greatly, need her too much. There was a time when he could have crushed her pretty neck, internally decapitated her so her spinal column lost its structural integrity and she fell to the floor like a shattered porcelain vase...

It was a lie, but that didn't stop the horror that seized him. Cato's full body shuddered with the fact that he had already seen her like that, on her back, empty gaze forever aimed at the sky in vain, never to see anything again.

To do that to Clove on his own, any gesture that was more violent than a caress, was unthinkable. Shaking off his traitorous thoughts, he charged forward, muting the dying pleas of the fallen, taking care of any stragglers. The Cornucopia approached, closer and closer, his footsteps slowing once he was at the sleek golden base. He slumped against it, giving in to exhaustion, but refusing his body the luxury of passing out, no matter how badly he wanted nothing more.

Having already lived through this, the thick silence that stretched on for several moments after the bloodshed was brought to a pause - or, as some would refer to it, the calm after the storm - wasn't as disturbing. Eerie lifelessness hung over them all as the waste of several children's mangled bodies lay scattered across the field. Not sparing the victims a second glance, he frantically searched until his eyes landed on a still alive Clove, who was surveying the scene and heaving deep, panting breaths of exertion.

Only then, with the sight of her, could Cato be briefly, slightly relaxed.

Only then could he wrap his mind around... everything. All of this.

This shouldn't be fucking happening. Yet any doubt flew out of his head, crushed under the weight of logic the same way the boy from Three's neck snapped in half from the brunt of his strength. Fighting past the headache that insistently pressed against the back of his eyes, Cato demanded of his worthless brain to simply think, to just make sense of what happened and find a way out.

A way out.

That was the answer. For all he knew, fate - the rational part of his brain protested at the word, but he quickly brushed it aside, unwilling to let go of the only explanation he could think of at the moment, not just yet - had intervened, given him a second chance to escape the Arena, and take Clove with him.

She was standing in a circle of their allies - a meeting he did not care to join, which earned him wary, curious looks from the Ones - with her back rod-straight and her arms crossed. Her eyes, casting belligerent glances in his direction, were narrowed into slits of obvious disapproval. Cato let himself stare back, disregarding the potential consequences of getting on the wrong side of someone like her. Long ago, they'd both accepted just how harmless they were to one another.

Or maybe she wasn't real, and just a cruel, ruthless trick that death was playing on him in his final moments before seizing him in its relentless grip. The odds were not in his favor.

#clato #thg #mywips #cato x clove #clove x cato

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sparkwire-cortex · 29 days ago

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Sequential artist, working primarily in lineart. If you’re working on a small project-any project-I’d love to be part of it! please take me, haha…(//▽//)

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Due to personal health problems (including depression), I currently work in black and white - but with full attention to clarity, mood, and narrative power.

My passion lies in Transformers (especially IDW-era storytelling), and I’m aiming to contribute one day as a professional artist to this or similar sci-fi/action franchises.

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fleshthatfalls · 1 year ago

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𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀

♡ -- a/n ; the career academies are now built in districts 1, 2 and 4, cheerleading exists in panem

The morning of the reaping, the 12th Hunger Games

Listen carefully, because there will be a quiz. I'm 100% sure that I will be winning these games, just as i'm 100% sure that our man-child Capitol escort keeps a petite district girl in a trunk underneath his bed." An eighteen-year old Dolores Lopez declared, a catty smirk pulling at her lips as she observed the agape mouths and veiled amusement of District 2's citizenry in response to her assertion. Peacekeepers flanked to each side, and with her hands deftly folded behind, Lola had carried herself to the Justice Building, treading forward with poise and a smug nonchalance. Every step she took, the squeak of her cheerleader's sneakers, contributed to the humorless reminder of how seamlessly her fate became subjective. Lola hadn't reckoned, however, that survival as a victor was attached to a weighty price tag- her proverbial pound of flesh. The flesh of a victor, his prized little victor, her flesh belonged to him, 'deservedly' so.

Him. Her platinum blonde, self-aggrandizing dreamboat of a mentor who aided her throughout the perils and threats the arena inevitably posed.

Meanwhile in the Capitol, a hop, skip, and a jump away from the girl's home district, the reaping ceremony commenced. Clustered amongst fellow gamemakers and peacekeepers alike, one Coriolanus Snow adjusted his posture, icy blue orbs absorbing the madness erupting within the district behind a mildly fuzzy screen. This tribute's gall quieted the ballroom and it's occupants- however, even the perturbed expressions etched on the faces of his comrades did little all to deter Coriolanus from entertaining his intrigue for the cheeky girl above. "That little bitchlet goes to Coriolanus Snow." Dr. Gaul's voice severed the silence, a tone of disdain present in her phrasing. The indistinct prattle of avid mentors pervaded his ears in which he filtered out swiftly, mind darting to his charge before the screen. His harboring of an inexplicable, sinful demand to possess and consume, play at her sensous disposition, and lay claim to her with the utilization of shrewd measures, prompted Coryo's internal monologue. Another. Another perpetual triumph as a mentor and another darling little bird to chase- perhaps retribution for servicing this madwoman of a gamemaker. A fourtanate opportunity nonetheless, a pathway to the top of the Capitol's political relevance. Brace yourself, young dove, for you will become a victor..and irrevocably mine.

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dotieeee · 1 year ago

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I am back (again)

Imagine thinking I got less workload two weeks ago only to be dumped on with more work the day I thought I had less workload lol

On the bright side, I got promoted 🥹🥹🥹 more cat food and cat treats for my kitty yey

AAAAAND if I finish Level 17 of The Gamemaker's Apprentice, today, I will post it as soon as edits are done. I love you all my dears

To my dearest @honeybeezgobzzzzz I promise I shall leave the fics you tagged me in (and the others!!!) comments I'm so sorry 🥹😭

And to you lovely Askers in my Inbox, I see you and I LOVE YOU and will get to you sooooon 😘🥰😍 love lots!!!

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runningfrom2am · 1 year ago

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leveling the playing field // epilogue

summary: seven years later.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.7k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. this part is quite tame! idk, discussion of the games as a concept is pretty messed up? obviously r & coryo are both delusional but whats new??

a/n: this is it :') thank you all so so so much for all the love on this fic! it means so much to me that you guys enjoyed it! but don't get too sad (like me) bc i am not ready to let them go so i'll probably do like blurbs and stuff ab this series so stick around for those!

series masterlist // playlist

~ seven years later ~

"You've got this, Darling. It's going to be perfect." Coryo insists, kissing your temple as you relentlessly adjust your hair, trying to tame any imaginary flyaways in your flawlessly straightened hair.

"As long as it's not a disaster..." You mumble, giving up on your hair and refocusing on making sure you have all your papers.

Arena map? Check. Tribute and mentors list? Check. Schedule?

"With you in charge, I do not doubt that it will be anything short of flawless. I know you. You wouldn't have it any other way." Your husband assures you, taking your spot in front of the large mirror to adjust his red coat, matching to yours.

You sigh, tucking the large stack of meticulously organized papers into your bag. "I mean, does anyone honestly expect it to be perfect? It's my first games... There's a small margin for error, right?"

"No." Coryo replies sternly, turning to face you. He grabs your chin as you groan, forcing your eyes to meet his. "There's no room for error, but it will be perfect. So don't worry." He plants a gentle kiss on your lips. "And if you need anything, just call."

"Okay..." You hum, smiling as you look up at him. "I'm going to miss you, though." Your smile shifts into a pout, and he kisses your forehead.

"I know. I'll miss having my assistant around, too." He mumbles against the softness of your skin.

Your time working together under Dr. Gaul had been a dream. Why did everything have to change all at once? You've been together every day for years, and you had the most fun helping plan the games and pitching all your ideas to Dr. Gaul, staying up late over ideas due the next morning and too many cups of coffee, giggling over how funny it would be to see a games where the people of the Districts got to vote over who to send in.

"Do you think it's because that's kind of what happened to Lucy Gray?" You giggled in the dark, feeling Coryo's form shift under the blankets next to you before you felt his breath hit the side of your face.

"Now that you mention it..." He laughed quietly. "Yeah, it totally was."

You had always come up with Dr. Gaul's favourite ideas together. But now, she was gone. And it was just you. You honestly thought that woman was some kind of immortal beast, but clearly, no one is fully bulletproof.

She had offered the position of Head Gamemaker to both of you in her will. You and Coriolanus had worked well together, she had always said that about you. That the two of you were her favourite experiment.

"No, Darling. You take it."

"What? No, we've always done everything together." You protest, furrowing your brow. "She's offered it to both of us, we can do whatever we want, no more waiting for her approval. We can run with it! Come on, it'll be so fun, Coryo."

"That's your dream. Not mine." He smiled at you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You frowned, focussing yourself on pulling the buttons of his shirt so they were perfectly aligned. "Are... Are you sure? I don't know if I can do it without you."

"You'll never do anything without me, you know that." He hummed, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "If you need help, just ask. I'm right here. Always."

"I'm not an assistant anymore." You laugh. "Technically, you're kind of my assistant now." You shrug, leaning down to pull on your shoes, white with bottoms red to match your coat.

"Okay, well, I wouldn't put it like that..." He laughs, shaking his head at you and holding out a hand to steady you while you adjust yourself to accommodate your heels.

You take it gratefully, standing up and brushing off your coat once more with your free hand. "Be honest, Coryo, do you think the bear is too much? I feel a little like it's cheating, they don't even really have a chance. Do you get what I mean?"

"Darling," He cups your cheeks in his hands. "No one will be able to look away. That's the most important part."

"I just... I want it to be something different. Something people will still want to watch."

"Everyone will be watching." He assures you. "Now, let's get going. You have a big day ahead."

"Yes sir, Mister President."

"My name is Lucretius "Lucky" Flickerman, your favourite and only host of the annual Hunger Games on Capitol TV, and I have a very special treat for you all this morning before the beginning of the games." You gently remove your coat as you sit down across from Lucky, holding it out for someone to take before the cameras flit your way, though the live audience can already see you.

"For anyone who lives under a rock, this beautiful woman here with me is our lovely First Lady of Panem, and now, Head Gamemaker, Dr. Y/N Snow." He continues as your coat is taken away, and you smile across at him. "Thank you so much for squeezing us into your very busy schedule. Now, how are you feeling about today, Miss Snow?"

"Doctor is fine." You correct him politely, to which he utters a quick apology. "And I am feeling very good about my first games. Dr. Gaul left some big shoes to fill, but I've been working with her for years so I have some really exciting ideas that I just can't wait for the world to see."

"Yes! I'm certain you do." Lucky grins. "Now, I don't know how much of our audience will remember this, but the first time we met was during the tenth games, I was hosting for the first time and you and your husband were both mentors! Just young academy students with some big dreams, isn't that right?"

You laugh, nodding as he speaks and letting the cheers die down. "Yes, I remember that. All of us were kind of getting a feel for how things would work, and my husband was actually the one who came up with the ideas of betting and sponsorships. He has truly always been such a leader, and so smart. He was the one who asked Dr. Gaul if I could help him with his mentorship, and she agreed, and then she just really loved how well we worked together so she kept us around to study under her all these years. It has been such a fun and kind of... fulfilling journey for us both."

"And now, here you are." He nods at you.

"Here I am." You echo it back to him, waiting for another question.

"Now, we have to address what can only be described as the elephant in the room..." He starts, and you try and hide your confused look as you straighten your posture. If there was some kind of problem you should have been made aware before you set foot on stage. "That summer, after your mentorship. Tell us. What happened? Both of you disappeared off the face of the earth right after your success in the games, then came back with these shiny new internships under Dr. Gaul, how did you swing that?"

"Oh!" You laugh, partially relieved it wasn't about these games, but hesitant because everyone knows better than to bring up the tenth games in any sort of detail. "Well, that was the beginning of our internship with Dr. Gaul, and she wanted us to gain some life experience, so we did some touring of the Districts on our own to get to know the people of Panem better. Neither of us had ever left home before, so it was definitely a unique experience that I think was really good for both of us. It was a super secret thing, for some reason. We weren't even to tell our families."

"I see! Well, I hope you learned everything you sought out to?"

"We did." You nod. "And more."

"Okay, well, with that cleared up, tell us more about the games you have planned for us this year. Is there anything new we should be expecting?"

"Oh, definitely." You nod, smiling wide now that you can once again talk about your games. "But I wouldn't want to spoil anything, so everyone will just have to watch." You shrug.

"I don't know if you are aware of this, Dr. Snow," He leans in a little closer, smile on his face. "But one new thing that we know for sure is changing this year, is that the president, your husband, has made it mandatory to watch the games. Not just here in the Capitol, but everywhere in the Districts as well. He made an announcement just this morning, he wants everyone to see what you've worked so hard for."

"Aw." You blush, pressing your hands to your chest. "That's so sweet! No, I didn't know that." The audience eats up your reaction, and you try to keep your eyes on him instead of acknowledging all the clapping and shouts from below you.

"Well, that's just about the cutest surprise! He has a lot of confidence in you." He laughs, reaching over and patting your leg. "You've all heard it here, he's just as good a husband as he is a president!"

"It's true." You agree, hardly audible over the crowds enthusiasm.

"Speaking of your husband..." He says, turning back to look into the wing of the stage and nodding at someone. "He set us up with a little surprise for you, if you don't mind."

"Oh, please." You laugh, covering your face as your cheeks heat up. "Of course he did." You shake your head, whistles from the audience not helping your blush.

"Okay, you can look now. Don't hide!" Lucky laughs, and you lower your hands from in front of your face to be presented with a bouquet of white and red roses. It wasn't an extravagant gift from him, the amount of roses he has gifted to you since your return from Twelve together is astronomical by now, but it's a gesture you cherish nonetheless. You smile as you take them.

"Beautiful, as always." You grin, making a point of smelling them before handing them back to the assistant who's waiting with a vase for them.

"And we have one more thing here, I believe..." He hums, looking back again while you're distracted passing off the wrapped flowers.

When you turn back to look at him you gasp, hands flying up to cover your mouth, fearless of whether or not you would smudge your lipstick. "Is that for me?" You ask, voice higher in octave from the excitement as one of the stagehands walks out with a small dog, fur dyed a soft shade of red with a matching bow around its neck.

"Indeed it is!" Lucky laughs as you're handed the puppy.

"Oh my god..." You smile, tears brimming in your eyes. "Hi there..."

"I think there's a note for you there too..." Lucky urges you and you grab the tag tied onto the bow. "Mind reading it for us?" He says, holding his handkerchief out to you.

"Thank you," You laugh, dabbing under your eyes with your free hand. "A new assistant to match your shoes." You read, laughing at the inside joke.

Everyone laughs, and you get from Lucky's confused expression that you should explain. "Uh, working under Dr. Gaul we would always joke that he was my assistant and vice versa." You laugh, wiping your eyes again before you continue. "I am so proud of you. Finally, the world will see you as I do. Intelligent, strong, and beautiful. Unstoppable. That's why I love you, you're as pure as the driven Snow."

The audience awe's, but you know none of them get it the way you do. "Another inside joke." You nod at Lucky, trying to hold back from crying so much you turn into a mess.

"I stand corrected. That is the cutest surprise." He points to the dog in your lap. "Both literally and figuratively."

"I don't know what I'll do with it." You laugh, shaking your head as the puppy jumps up against your chest, trying to lick your face.

"How about a name, to start?" Lucky prompts you.

"Oh, gosh. Well..." You giggle, lifting it and setting it back down so it will sit in your lap. It's so small, hardly bigger than your hands. It'll likely never grow larger than your lap. It's perfect. "What about Lucky?" You tease.

"Oh, you flatter me, Y/N. Come on, something better."

"I don't know!" You laugh. "I'm not good at naming... things."

Lucky laughs. "Our Head Gamemaker with no ideas? That seems unlikely."

"Okay, okay. You're just putting me on the spot here, I'm a little nervous." You laugh, stroking over the dog's head. "I tell you what, before the games begin this morning I'll come up with twelve names, assign them randomly to the districts, then whoever shall win the games will determine the name of my dog. Does that sound fair?"

"Ah! That's brilliant!" Lucky laughs, clapping his hands together. "And that's a good incentive for anyone who hasn't yet placed their bets or sent in donations for the tributes! Your donation may just be what gives the First Lady's dog its name. How fun!"

"It'll be interesting." You giggle, looking down at the puppy in your lap. It must have been white before the dye, it took so well. Maybe it will fade into a pink before it grows out its natural white fur- you wouldn't want it to stay red forever, but for show, it was perfect.

"Now, we really shouldn't be taking up any more of your time. You have a busy day ahead!" Lucky says and you nod in agreement, standing up and carefully tucking the small dog under your arm. "Thank you for making time for us, I know I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in store for us."

"Thank you. I really hope you all enjoy the games!" You smile, holding out a hand for him to shake which he takes quickly, then allowing you to walk off the stage.

As predicted by a certain Mister President; Coriolanus Snow, your first games as Head Gamemaker went without a hitch. They were perfect in every way. Capitol citizens were buzzing- not just about the games, the mutts you incorporated into the newly decorated arena, or the most shocking kills, but also about your dog. The people loved her, and so did you. She hardly ever left your lap or your side for the duration of the games, which only lasted a matter of days.

The party your husband threw for you at the presidential palace, your home, at the end of the games was extravagant. Coryo couldn't help but broadcast his pride to all of the Capitol. He loved you; you were his, and he needed everyone to know. Not a soul in all the world was anywhere close to being on your level, and shaping you into the perfect wife and First Lady was what Coriolanus Snow considered his greatest achievement. As you stood next to him, his palm tucked neatly against your lower back, you were perfect. More perfect than you were the day you fought for a spot in the mentorships that he granted you, more perfect than the he first time he kissed you, and more perfect than both of the days he had killed someone for you. Without question, he would do it all again if it meant he would get to hold you even just one more time.

"I'm so proud of you, Love." He gently rubs your back, looking down at you while you overlook your garden from the patio off of your bedroom.

You smile, standing up on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Snow lands on top." You whisper, biting your lip when you see a shift behind his eyes.

"You bet we do." He hums with a smug smile, lifting you up and carrying you back inside.

And somewhere, thousands of miles away in the Northern shambles of a still recovering District Thirteen, while you and your husband are celebrating, Sejanus Plinth and Lucy Gray Baird share knowing, sorrowful glances when it's announced on the crackling radio that the winner of the Seventeenth Annual Hunger Games was a boy from District Two, and because of this, the First Lady of Panem's dog shall be called Sage.

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All For the Cameras

Chapter 7

Finnick Odair x Fem!reader

Here we go! I am so so so sorry it took me this long to get it done, but I literally had no inspiration nor sanity to do anything this month. But here it is!

Hope you guys like it. And if you want to be tagged, let me know!

Chapter summary: the games are on.

Chapter warnings: Cal is a big warning, non-consensual touching and kissing,

Tag list:

I'm sorry if I can't tag everyone😔🥺

Masterlist

Y/n's Pov.

I'm walking to Plutarch's office, ready to start my duties as assistant when he meets me outside, a serious expression on his face.

"The president is in there." He tells me in a whisper.

"Okay..." I say taking a deep breath, "should I..?"

"No, it's alright." He smiles reassuringly, "you take your place in the control room. I'll be down soon."

I nod and immediately walk to the room with all the stations and screens.

"Should we wait for Mr Heavensbee?" One of the Gamemaker asks.

"What? Uh... yes, we should." I tell them, "he should be down here in a moment, anyway."

They nod and go back facing their station.

I take deep breath, I hope the plan works... it will, I keep telling myself, but I can't shake off the feeling of something going wrong. I can't control what happens in the arena and that's what scares me the most.

"They told me Cal Kingslay was the one with him before he entered the Arena." Plutarch appears behind me and whispers the information in my ear, making me gasp.

What?

Why?

Of course, I know why... Cal wanted him distracted, wanted him to be a victim of the bloodbath... my only consolation is that Finnick's strong, this will only make him fight harder.

When everyone notices Plutarch, they all stand up waiting orders.

"Let's start." He says and everyone sits back down.

Finnick's Pov.

Finnick's taking deep breaths as he waits to get into the small elevator towards the arena, when he hears the door behind him opening.

He turns around hoping to see her walking in, but is deeply disappointed when he sees Cal Kingslay himself stepping inside.

"Ah, Cal!" Finnick exclaims, putting on his best fake-smile, "I'm surprised to see you here."

"Cut the act, pretty boy." Cal basically spits, "I'm here to make sure you get into the arena."

"Why would I deny you all a good show?" Finnick's quick to reply.

"And..." Cal says as if he didn't hear him at all, "I'll make sure everything goes accordingly."

"Whatever do you mean?" Finnick asks, starting to get frustrated.

He is about to be thrown into an arena, again, against people he will have to kill if he wants to survive, again, of course he won't contain his frustration this time.

"Nothing you need to worry about." Cal smirks, "I'm also here to make sure you'll do your part. Not that... you have much of a choice in it."

"Well... I've made a promise, haven't I?" Finnick's smile drops, he finally stopped caring about appearances, "to come back to you both."

"Yeah, about that... I'll need you to not keep that promise." Cal says, walking closer to the district 4 man.

"What do you want?" He then asks.

"You will not come back to us... to her."

Finnick genuinely laughs and Cal's own smirk disappears.

"I've made a promise." Finnick insists, "and I plan on keeping it."

"Not if I have a say in it." Cal warns.

"But you don't." Finnick feigns sorrow. "What a pity." He takes a step closer, keeping a fake smile on, taking advantage of the slight height difference, "I will come back to you... both of course. "

Cal doesn't seem touched by Finnick's behaviour and keeps a calm stance.

"I know what you said to her that night." Cal whispers, and Finnick's smile disappears like it's been smacked off completely. "Yes, I heard... I'm not as stupid as you think I am. And your little speach at the interviews... you can trust me when I say you will not be allowed to get near her even if you win this thing."

"That's not your call, is it?" Finnick challenges.

"Oh, but it is... after I marry her, she is mine." Cal grits out, "I'll make sure she knows that too."

Finnick feels his blood boil in his veins at that, he walks even closer to Cal, to show him he was not intimidated, not anymore.

"Don't you dare..."

"Or what?" Cal, once again, challenges with a smirk, "you can do nothing, pretty boy."

"If you hurt her... you'll see exactly what I can do."

They're basically chest to chest now.

"Is that a threat?" Cal's smirks grows wider.

"You can count on it." Finnick sternly says.

Before Cal could say anything, the small elevator opened, to signal it's time for Finnick to get into it.

"10 seconds to launch"

"You won't be able to do anything for some time anyway, Odair." Cal says, walking backwards towards the exit, "by the time you come back, if... if you come back, she won't even remember you."

Finnick feels anger, rage growing so fast he starts to hit the door to get to Cal. He never felt like the ones he killed deserved it, but this time Finnick feels like Cal is the only one deserving it, and he wants to be the one to do it.

The last thing he sees before the elevator took off was the infamous smirk on Cal's face.

Finnick knows why Cal wanted to be the one to make sure he got in, he knows Cal wanted to unsettle him, to upset him enough to make him lose his focus. Cal is wrong though, that only made him even more focused, even more determined to survive long enough for her.

Y/n's Pov

I look towards the screens. Each tribute is framed as they emerge, so I just need to look...

I first spot Katniss' hard expression. She looks shocked and upset, her eyes are wet, then she looks around to probably spot Peeta.

I finally find Finnick. My heart jumps when I notice the anger on his face.

What has Cal said to him? What did he do?

I look at Plutarch with wide eye, he nods with a smile to say to keep it cool. So I too nod my head and with a deep breath I go back at looking at the screens.

I see Peeta too, he's scared, nervous, but still determined as ever which fills my heart with hope.

Then Claudius' voice announces the beginning of the countdown.

Ten.

As the countdown begins the tributes start to get ready.

Nine.

Some are ready to jump into the water towards the cornucopia.

Eight.

Some look around them, to the forest, to escape the very likely bloodbath.

Seven.

I watch Katniss staring at the cornucopia, I hope she sees the bow and arrows...

Six.

I see Finnick ready to jump.

Five.

He's looking around for Mags, luckily she's not that far, she's ready too.

Four.

Peeta is taking deep breath, he probably wants tot get to the cornucopia too.

Three.

I need to keep them safe.

Two.

I will keep them safe.

One.

I have to.

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The cannon fires, signaling the beginning of the games.

Some run into the forest, but most jump into the water ready to either swim to the cornucopia, like Finnick, or towards one of the stone lines that define the sections in the arena.

"Miss L/n?"

I tear my eyes away from the screens when Plutarch calls me.

He beckons me to stand to his side as he looks at some papers on his desk.

"Yes?" I ask and he hands me a piece of paper, the list of threats in the arena, I look at him with a light forrow he nods to the paper.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

I then start to pretend to refer to the paper.

"Yeah. All good sir." I answer, using the calmest tone I can, "just nervous you know. Being an assistant during the games... Big role."

"Oh, miss L/n, you'll do a great job, I am sure. There's nothing you should worry about." He tells me, and I nod my head taking another deep breath, "the game is on."

"Yes, sir."

I go back to watch the screen, Katniss and Finnick are talking. Katniss is aiming at Finnick, but thankfully after he showed her the bracelet Haymitch gave him and after saving her, she might listen to him and follow him. Making our job easier.

I just hope the ring I gave to Johanna will do the same.

But where's Peeta?

I get close to one of the Gamemaker, maybe that one in the water is Peeta..

"Could you zoom in here?" I ask them, they do and I need to keep in a gasp, when I do see him... fighting against the guy from district 5 or 6, I can't exactly tell.

I beg someone sees and helps him. He is strong and he's managing to resist for now. And luckily Finnick's arrives to help him.

"Ready with the cannon, folks." Plutarch orders and I tense.

I stare at the vital signals of each of them and when the ones of the guy Peeta was fighting die I slowly let out a sigh of relief.

The cannon fires.

His body emerges as Finnick nears them, I take a closer look at Katniss, I can feel her fear, her hopelessness. That expression alone should be enough for Snow to see how much she actually loves Peeta, and she doesn't even realise it herself.

Once Peeta's figure appears form the waters gasping for air, I see Katniss breathing again.

"Point the cameras at the Career Pack, by the cornucopia." I tell one of the Gamemaker, "then back at her, make people understand the vibes right away."

"Good idea, miss L/n." Plutarch nods his head.

I go back at looking at the arena, the Careers taking the cornucopia only proves my point. They needed allies, thankfully Finnick and Mags are with them.

"Miss L/n, would join me for a moment?"

I flinch at Snow's voice. I turn around, seeing his figure peeking from behind the door to the studio.

"Oh course, sir." I nod and walk to the studio, taking a last look at Plutarch, which slightly reassures me, and to the screens, Katniss, Peeta and Finnick, carrying Mags, are running into the forest.

With the thought of them being safe in the forest, I walk into the studio.

I see Snow pouring himself something, he hold a glass towards me to offer me a drink, but I kindly refuse.

"How's your first day like, miss L/n?" He asks, from an outsider's eye this relationship could look familiar and sweet, grandfather and granddaughter bonding.

Time to perform the dutiful citizen role, then.

"I'm excited, sir. I'm also nervous, to be honest." I say, faking shyness.

"Nervous? Whatever for?" He asks.

"Well, it's a very important role, sir. One thing is being an assistant to the mentors... another is being this participant in the making of the games." I explain, hoping he thinks I care, "I want everything to be perfect, sir."

"That's what I want to her, my dear." He says, sitting down to keep watching the screens in front of him, "come sit."

I force myself to move and sit with him, I watch him attentively, I try to look for the smallest movement of disapproval on his face, but I see none. Which is not for sure a good thing, Snow isn't known to show too much his true intentions.

"I had an idea for your wedding, if you'll accept it." He casually says, turning to look at me. As if I had any choice, I have to accept it.

"Of course, sir." I swallow all my anger.

"I thought my granddaughter could be the one to bring the rings, she would really love it. You know, she considers you family." He says this almost like he is challenging me.

"That's a wonderful idea, that would be a honor, sir." I say, forcing out a smile, "I'll talk to Cal when-"

"I already did. He was just as happy." He interrupts me, with a bright smile, so all I can do is nod, "did he tell you about his wish?"

"His... wish? Sir?" I ask.

"Too see your district 4 lover dead." Even though he's not smiling as brightly as before he keeps on a creepy smile on nonetheless.

"My... what?" I scoff. I'm sure the confusion I'm showing feels real, because he seems satisfied, surprised too.

"It seems like your soon-to-be husband thinks there's something going on between you and the Finnick Odair." Snow confides.

"What a silly idea." I say, amused, then I let out a small sigh, "but, I can't say I'm surprised."

"Why's that?"

"Cal's always been a bit... insecure, sir." I whisper, even though we're the only people here.

"Is that so?" He says, but he doesn't seem surprised, he just smiles, pleased almost. "So what he told me was just the fruit of his own insecurity?"

I swallow, if Cal talked to Snow, it's not good, I need to play my role perfectly.

"I don't know what he told you, sir, but most likely yes." I say calmly, to make him believe I'm being very casual about it.

"He told me, he heard Mr Odair confessing his... 'undying' love to you." His smile drops fully, to show me he won't tolerate a lie.

"Undying love?" I repeat his words to gain more time somehow, "I think he dreamt it, to be completely honest with you, sir. It would've been stupid to do so with Cal present. I've known Mr Odair for quite sometime now, first when I was assigned to district 4 and during these years along the other mentors, and I can say that he's not stupid."

Snow considers me for a moment, watching my face, analysing. Then a smile appears on his face.

"I want to believe you, miss L/n." He says, standing up, "don't break my trust."

"I wouldn't dream of it." I reply, standing up as well.

"Well, happy Hunger Games, my dear." He nods, walking to the exit.

"Enjoy the show, Mr President." I nod too.

Once he is out of the room, I take deep and slow breaths, holding back tears.

I stand back up again, inhale deeply, shake my head and exhale a big, long breath. Then finally, I walk back into the controlls room.

Finnick's Pov.

Since Katniss decided to take first watch, Finnick helps Mags settle down, as comfortable as he could, then sits down himself. After what happened that day to Peeta, and seen the reaction from Katniss, Finnick's mind couldn't help but go to her.

As Finnick sits, keeping watch for a while with Katniss, he thinks about the day he saw her again.

It was one of the very first time he was sold, some rich woman asked for him and for her apparently. When Finnick saw her there he thought she was the one who bought his time, he remembered he felt disappointed. He was scared Y/n wa like everyone at the Capitol. Once he realised she's been sold as well, his fear amplified.

He never wanted to catch feeling for her, she's right, love only made everything more complicated and risky for the both of them.

Finnick looked at Katniss, sitting close to Peeta, keeping an eye out for him too.

"How's Peeta?" He decides to ask, he knows how she might feel.

"He's okay, I think." Katniss answers dryly, "dehydrated like the rest of us."

Finnick wants to say more, but Panem's anthem starts playing, interrupting his thoughts, to show the fallen tributes of that day... all people Finnick knew. Even though he wasn't close with each of them he couldn't help the anger seeing their faces in the sky.

"Eight." Katniss declars and Finnick humms agreeing.

Suddenly they hear an electronic chiming, they recognise it being a gift from the sponsors. They stand to go look at it and find out what it is.

Katniss opens the package and reads the note inside.

" 'drink up'?" She asks confused Finnick leans down a little to take a look too.

He feels disappointed and worried it wasn't from Y/n, but he guesses it's just safer this way.

"What is it?" He asks, pointing at what Katniss found.

"It's from Haymitch." She says, then after a second more of inspecting, "I think it's a spile."

"A what?"

Katniss then goes to the nearest tree and sticks the spile in it, with a rock to secure it.

They wait and wait, Peeta joins them soon

They're nervous, if it works they can have water and, of course, not die of dehydration.

He thinks about Mags, already weak from her old age, she won't survive much longer without water.

Luckily, liquid comes out the spile, Katniss immediately opens her mouth to catch it and finally drink.

"You're kidding me. You're kidding me." Finnick exclaims, surprised and, definitely relieved. He motion for Peeta to get some water too before drinking some himself. Then he goes to find a leaf so he can bring some water to Mags.

She more than gladly accepts and thanks him.

Finally hydrated, at least a little, they lay down to get some rest.

Rest that doesn't last long because they hear an alarm beeping, big metal sound invading their ears, startling them all.

They're all alert, watching out for anything that could attack them, or cause any sort of harm.

The beeping then stops. Confusing everyone.

"I counted 12." Katniss says.

"Midnight?" Finnick tries to guess.

"Or the number of the districts." Katniss adds, before a big thunder rumbles, and they look at it hitting one of the big trees in the arena repeatedly 12 times.

"Well..." Finnick starts after the lightning stops, "if you're not gonna sleep, I will."

"Okay." Katniss simply says.

Finnick lets out a light scoff and goes to lay down, somehow keeping and eye out for anything.

His mind can't help but wander to Y/n.

He wishes she was with him, but not in the arena, just with him. He wants to hold her, seeking her comfort.

But mostly, he wishes to know she's okay. To know that Cal hasn't done anything.

The thought of her is the only thing keeping him going.

He wishes to come back to her.

Y/n's Pov

They're resting. That's good.

Katniss, rightfully, still doesn't trust Finnick that much, but it's a good start.

I'm still recovering from the scare Peeta gave me earlier today. I really thought we lost him. But thankfully Finnick was there to save his life. Plutarch had to draw me back since the relief was tok evident. No one noticed, though.

I really don't think I could ever fall asleep tonight, but being in the comfort of my own apartment will help my mind. Plus Plutarch promised to warn me in case something happens.

I go to open the front door, but I find it unlocked, which is weird, since I remember I specifically locked it... as I always do.

When I hear noises coming from the living room, I grab a small statue from the table in the entrance, a statue resembling the big one in the Capitol. I slowly walk around the apartment to the living room, and I cautiously peek inside, only to grab the statue harder.

"Finally home, my sweetness!" Cal exclaims, happily, opening his arms to me.

"Cal?" I let out a laugh to hide the nerve, "what... what are you doing here?"

"Can't I miss my wife?" He says matter-of-factly.

"I... I'm not your wife yet..." again another nervous laugh.

"Technicalities..." he says, walking towards me, "put it down now, it's just me."

I look down at the small object in my hand, I need to keep the urge to hit him hard at bay, my hand almost trembles in anticipation.

"I... I'm sorry. Didn't realise I was still holding it." I say, but I can't let go of it.

"Then put it down..." he says, watching me closely, "I said, put it down!"

He walks to me and harshly grab my wrist with one hand and the statue with the other, putting it on the table.

"You just scared me."

"I'm sorry." He says, but I can sense he's not sorry at all, "I wanted to spend some time with you."

"Sure..." I whisper.

I watch him walking to the couch and sitting down, he then looks at me and pats the spot next to him.

I need to force myself to walk to him and sit, close to him, but not right next to him. He doesn't like that and pulls me closer to his side immediately... or better on his lap.

"I'm really excited about our wedding, you know." He whispers into my ear, as his hand caresses my leg.

I squirm to at least get off his lap and onto the couch, but his hold only tightens.

"So am I." I say flatly, trying to stop his wandering hand, "but I was hoping to get some rest, Cal. We can talk tomorrow."

He's not satisfied with my reply, he pushes me off of him and onto the couch with him towering over me, his hands on either side of my head to trap me beneath him.

"Maybe I wasn't clear last time we talked, uh? You. Do. As. I. Say." He scolds me, "got it?"

"Yes." I say looking anywhere but him, to find a way out.

"Look at me when I talk to you." He orders, not giving me time to actually comply, he grabs my face hard, making me face him, "Good girl."

His proud smirk only makes me want to throw up.

"Now, now, now..." he coos, "we can talk. Right?"

"Yes... C-Cal." I stutter out.

"So good." He grins, removing his hand from my face, but he starts to move it to my hip.

"Don't-"

"I'm not done talking." He interrupts me,squeezing my side, "I'm sure you already figured out why I talked to Mr Heavensbee that day, uh? You're smart, of course you did." His face is way to close now, he leans on his forearm so he can uses his hand to stroke my hair lightly, I nod, "but, he told me that even if he tried, there wouldn't be any certainty that the fisherman will die." I can't help the glare I send his way, "so if he does come back... I don't want you talking to him, let alone go to the victory tour."

"That's my job, I-" I try to reason, but he grabs my hair suddenly making me cry in pain.

"I'm not done." He repeats firmly, " I will talk to the president, he surely will understand my worries. It's either that... or I'll have to make you forget about him all together."

I widen my eye at that, trying harder to push him off.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you're mine." He says with a sick smile on his face, "wasn't that already obvious? Now... how about we enjoy ourselves?"

He leans even closer, his lips almost touching mine, but I turn my head away and he starts to leave kisses on my neck.

I just pray anything would happen right now, anything to get him to pull away from me.

Thankfully my prayers have been heard because there's a knock on the door, stopping Cal's movements.

"Who the fuck is there?" He growls.

"I... I don't know." I breath out.

He pulls away and I shakily walk to the door as quickly as possible. All while hearing Cal's complaints.

I open the door finding two peacekeepers right in front of me.

"Yes?" I ask, confused.

"Miss L/n, Mr Heavensbee has requested your presence." One of them informs me, "we are to take you to the head quarters immediately."

"I... sure..."

"Who is that?" Cal suddenly appears from the living room.

"Mr Heavensbee asked for me." I tell him without looking at him.

"Now?" He asks annoyed.

"I'm afraid so." I mutter.

If Plutarch sent them to take me back, something bad must've happened. A knot forms immediately in my stomach at the thought.

"Fuck.." I hear him swearing, "fine... I have to get to work anyway..."

He walks to us and kisses my head affectionately.

"Bye." I softly say.

He pulls me to him to whisper into my ear.

"We're not done." He says, tone threatening.

I nod and he walks out.

"I'll be right with you." I say to the peacekeepers, before turning to put on my jacket.

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I walk up the stairs and see Plutarch waiting for me with a sorry face on.

Once we are close enough I ask.

"What happened?"

"I'm sorry..." he says.

"What... happened?" I ask again, but he just shakes his head. So I push past him and into the controlling room, looking at the vitals signals.

Mags' is turned off.

No.

I watch the screens and see one of the gamemakers watching again and again a scene to get the best angle to show the audience.

I walk closer, my stomach turning on itself.

I run to the studio, after I saw Mags stepping into the poisonous fog to let the others escape it.

Finnick's screams for Mags not to, are stuck in my head... that's all I hear before I collapse onto the floor and cry uncontrollably.

Mags is gone...

I couldn't safe her.

I hear the door opening, not caring to wipe away the tears I stay on the floor, when a comforting hand find its way on my back.

"She already made up her mind... you know that." Plutarch says softly, "she would've never let anything happen to them."

"I know." I choke out.

"Take deep breaths, Y/n." He tells me.

I nod straightening my back and I start to do as he suggested.

Once I've calmed down, I stand up, Plutarch offered a hand, but I refused it and I start walking back to the controll room.

"Y/n," he calls me back, "Cinna's dead too."

I stop in my tracks, turn to look at him dead in the eyes.

"We're getting them out." I firmly say.

We're getting them all out.

We are.

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