#ch: fletcher

[nikosasaki]

THE GILDED AGE ✤ a hunger games fanfiction

Turns out, winning the Hunger Games was the easy part. Julius Alexander, citizen of District 2 and victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, thinks he has his entire life figured out. After being the youngest District 2 volunteer to win the Games, he sets out on his victory tour with impossibly high spirits and unshakable confidence. That is, until he meets Fletcher Hunt. Victor of the 68th Hunger Games and a truly depressing guy to be around. After forming an odd bond with Fletcher, Julius begins to look back on his experiences with a different perspective, but the terror of it all doesn't truly hit him until the reaping of the 74th Hunger Games, where his brother Cato volunteers as tribute. From surviving his own games, to watching his brother die, to being thrown back into the arena for a second time, it's safe to say Julius has a lot to be upset about. But Julius Alexander doesn't get upset. Instead, he gets angry. Fletcher Hunt, weighed down by the things he'd been forced to do in order to survive, has a hard time pretending to be happy. He has an even harder time being forced to attend the banquets thrown in honor of the new victors. It's not entirely his fault, then, that he sulks in a corner of the room for most of the evening. It's Julius's fault, really, for approaching him in the first place. But Fletcher likes Julius. Against all odds, and despite Julius's seemingly unshakable ego, Fletcher likes him. He likes him enough to keep meeting him, in the small moments of time that they're awarded together. He never imagined Julius liked him back in any similar capacity. Let alone enough to make sure that Fletcher would survive the Quarter Quell, no matter the cost.

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[mxrvelouscreations]

"How did you find me?" (Fletcher to loki)

“I know you well enough,” Loki replied gently, his gaze taking in the sight of Fletcher before he moved to rest his hand against his. He had panicked ever so slightly when he couldn’t find the other, though he knew where to look. Finding him by the beach, he had been careful in his approach, not wanting to startle him. “Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?” he asked, “we can go some place warmer if you like? Your hand’s cold.” 

[illbringthechaosmagic]

 “This is so frustrating! I can’t do anything with my arm in this sling!” (have a grumpy siren)

Wanda gave the other a soft pout before gently pulling him down onto the couch, her arm hooking around the other. “You’re not meant to do anything handsome,” she replied, “you need to allow your arm to rest ok? It’s in a sling for a reason.” Pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek, she then added, “what can I do to turn that frown upside down?” 

[disenchantedif]

Cameron Fletcher, the kid who became the Chosen One.

Art by @stephschoices ⚡️

[artisticmenace]

OUUUUGHHH NEW HEADER

im sorry for filling the tags with baloney but some people like baloney so. the middle part is just cause its my header but i really like some of the doodles on here. hoping i made this the right size ahahghahahaaaaa. my ass is NOT tagging all these characters.

edit: his ass is TOO BIG but you can still see most of it.....

[taliwrites]

for: @xanwritesx who: fletcher + max au: endure and survive

“did leon snap at you again?” the thief chuckles, coming to sit down on the front steps of the house beside fletcher, a warm cup of water in her hand. “saw him sulkin’ about somethin’. i assume it was you.”

ever since leon had been put on bedrest, he’d done nothing but cause trouble. or rather, be as dramatic as he could, constantly trying to get out of bed and take over watch for a night or, help with the cars caleb and augie were looking at. every minute of the day, the man spent it making life harder for others. aleks apologised on behalf of his brother around a hundred times a day now, explaining that this had always been leon’s way when dealing with injury or illness. he’d been especially moody towards fletcher, who hadn’t budged from his position of telling leon to rest. like herself back in the big city, max underestimated fletcher’s loyalty to duty of care until she’d been on the receiving end of it, and admittedly, didn’t envy the ex-cop in the slightest.

“then i heard caleb tellin’ him if he didn’t sit down, he’d put him down, an’ then leon said somethin’ nasty an’ i decided i wasn’t interested in listenin’ any more,” she grins.

[dunbonnets]

GENESIS, an inception fanfiction by andrea.

an idea is like a virius...

[survivedsarchived]

@doomdays: boring is just fine with me. (fletcher + lydia)

“y'sure? 'cause we could probably find some infected to chase us down...”

the dim orange light of their lantern casts shadows along the stained walls. the stench of stagnant water lingers, despite his best efforts to clean up — an old rug thrown across the cold, cracked concrete of the storeroom's floor, scavenged plywood a thin barrier against the door. fletcher sits with his legs crossed, thumb running the length of his blade's dulling edge, and as his eyes flicker upwards towards lydia, he can't help but smile.

“maybe we shoulda picked up one of those board games in that house. have a little somethin' to do while we pass the time.” wait out the storm. the wind whistles just beyond the singular window, the glass too thickly caked with grime to properly see, but fletch could feel it in the air; he wouldn't risk a night so close to a city otherwise.

“but... you're right. one boring night isn't gonna kill us.” he tilts his head up, gestures towards the window with his chin. “does thunder — bother you? i can try to find something to press against the window. muffle the sound, just a little bit.”

[fiendlyvillain]

I was somewhat dying to see content of Hollow Ground as an evil blonde girlboss, so I hopped into the Saints Row CC and made my own.

(unfortunately the CC didn't really have good earring options </3)

Sidestep for Comparison:

(she should have curly hair, but we work with what we got)

[lxceandlovegood]

KNOCKING ON MY DOOR

WHERE. Xeno's house WHEN. june 27 1984, mid-morning WHO. @mfletcher

Xenophilius's morning had consisted of the mundane: puttering about his house after Pandora had gone off to her flat and then work, feeding Marlowe, having his morning conversation with Greta the lovely house ghost, his mum calling to chat for a moment, and then sequestering himself into the little alcove he uses as his office cum writing space.

Perhaps an hour or so later, there was the distinct pop coming from the floo. Only a handful of people had access to it, but he'd not been expecting anyone. Brow furrowing, Xeno set his quill and notes down carefully onto the burgeoning pile at the edge of his desk and stood, mindful of the soreness in his ribs. Evan had healed most of his injuries, but the ribs still twinged. But that was what happened, he muses as he pads toward the front room, when one was thrown into a bust stop.

A pop and, then, a familiar face steps from the floo, Xenophilius leaning against the edge of the couch, arms folded across his chest as he shakes his head in amusement.

"What a surprise this is," Xeno said, voice quiet, Marlowe bounding past him to say hello, tail swishing as he pressed his nose into Fletch's leg. Xenophilius moves within arm's distance, waiting to see why the other was there. He was certsin they it would be entertaining, at the very least.

[litearra]

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

arched brow, lips pursed at the statement. still, she is intrigued, not sure what kind of business @lingeringscars meant to get into at a bar. been bartending since before she turned twenty-one - thank god for her fake id.     ❝ if not for pleasure what can i get you for your business then? ❞     playfully wriggling her brows before gesturing to the bottles behind her.

[nikosasaki]

the maraverse ⭑ pride 2024

created by Gilbert Baker, the original pride flag had eight colors, all with its own meanings; pink for sex, red for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature, turquoise for magic, indigo for serenity, and violet for spirit.

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[mxrvelouscreations]

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. (loki and fletcher)

Loki was defensive when it came to Fletcher. He cared deeply for his partner and wasn't about to let anyone say anything cruel about him, or towards him. And so, when he heard someone make a passing comment about him, he was quick to react. His fist grabbed the other by the neck of their shirt, pulling them back and slamming them against the wall. "You care you say that again? Or would you like to apologise to my partner?"

[hcmesivk]

temporary tag dump while i get my life in order.

[taliwrites]

for: @xanwritesx who: fletcher + max au: endure and survive

she can’t quite remember the last time she’d sat down.

ever since they’d found a quiet place to hide, max had refused to take any chances. if there were watches to be taken, she took them. if there’d been a call for help, she showed up. and if she wasn’t taking care of problems, max was taking care of her boys.

only, getting close to finn without tali now required a rather large amount of effort. the girl, in all her guilt, took to her heart’s every need. whatever finn asked for, tali made it her life’s purpose to fulfil. max supposed her only saving grace that her attention wasn’t focused on fletcher in the same way was that fletcher brushed her efforts away with a gentle word of reassurance, convincing her to focus on the boy that could barely hold himself up right.

but exhaustion would catch up with the thief eventually, wouldn’t it? even she had limits, ones she’d rather ignore. her body ached, as did her head, the lack of sleep in the last few days gnawing at her brain. it’s only when her legs felt like jelly and her concentration faltered that max finally gave in to the need for sleep, slipping into the room she’d taken to with fletcher in the old house to contemplate crashing on the bed for a while.

a bed that became all the more appealing when she spotted fletcher already dozing on it, too.

climbing onto the bed with a care not to jostle him, max lays beside the boy quietly on her back, staring at the ceiling in a stubborn fight against her eyelids already feeling heavy. she listens for the room beside them, for the murmur of finn’s voice, and tali’s shy little giggle. she listens for the new voices of two boys across the hall. she takes note of the way leon and caleb shuffled around beneath them, discussing their next steps.

all would be well for now, she thinks. well enough to steal a nap, maybe. hopefully.

[pain-is-too-tired]

One thing I find so fun about the Apollo cabin after rereading a couple bits from botl is just how badass they are.

Like Lee is usually written and drawn to be almost even more laid back then Will at times. Like chill kinda guy.

Which isn't completely wrong I'm sure.

But I reread couple of his parts and my gods,I swear the Apollo kids sometimes feel like children of War gods because Lee is so quick to prepare for battle.

He's paired up with Clarisse, described as a deadly pairing, and they won.

He leads his cabin to chase off a FREAKING DRAKON, WHICH I DON'T THINK WE TALK ENOUGH ABOUT.

and when they have the meeting about what to do with the Labyrinth entrance in camp, Lee is the first to offer to set up defenses.

"We could fight," Lee Fletcher said."We know where the entrance is now. We can set up a defensive line and wait for them. If any army tries to come through, they'll find us waiting with out bows"

Battle of The Labyrinth Ch:4 Page:67

And Michael just as much of a strategist.

Idk,I just think it's really neat how the cabin who often seen as "laid back and chill" has some the most epic members.

Like even Will, the non combatiant, is rushing into battle with no weapons and getting out alive every time.

No wonder he's respected so well by camp fyfrg

But yeah, I wish we had more about Head Counselors like Lee and Michael. Lee just seems like he could be so intriguing to explore.

And Michael of course already has a good bit of intriguing characteristiation to explore

Will coming up calm but still so incredibly stubborn and determined make so much sense tbh.

His predecessors chased off a Drakon and helped keep Kronos' army at bay.

I love the Apollo cabin y'all usgd