#n: eiran

[swiftieblyth]

Troublesome Twin

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

word count-1520

“Coryo,” Y/N breathed, as Eiran dealt with your father. “Don’t leave me. At least not until I know it’s safe.”

“I won’t love.” He cooed, stocking the hair away from y/n’s head. “I’m right here. We’ll both leave together for the games, yeah?”

“Okay,” Y/N breathed, closing her eyes. A tear fell from her face and Coryo quickly wiped it away.

“Love, what is it?” He asked, cupping Y/N’s face.

“I’m just tired, and scared.”

“Why are you scared, love? You have nothing to be afraid of.”

“I’m scared for tomorrow. I’m worried about Lucy Gray.”

“Darling, you’re injured, let me be the one on to  worry about her.”

“But she has to win, Coryo. If-If she doesn’t we could lose everything. We could lose each other.”

“Shh, shh,” Coryo cooed, wiping the tears off of Y/N’s cheeks. “You don’t know that.”

“I do, Coryo.”

“Dean and my father will do everything in their powers to ruin our lives. We have to bend the rules.”

“What do you mean, love?”

“The compact that you gave me, your mothers,”

Y/N started, stopping to cough. Coryo propped her up some more and got her some water. She took a few sips, then let him put it down. “Once I’s safe, you should go home. And fill it with rat poison and give it to her to use. Check out the arena and see and see if you can find anything to help her.”

“Darling?”

“Coryo, she has to win. We have to win.”

“Okay my love.”

“Lucy Gray?” Coryo whisper yelled, in the dark, limping his way to the cage. “Hey.”

“You’re alive!” Lucy Gray exclaimed. “How’s Y/N? Is she-“

“She’s alive. She’ll be okay. She’s in the hospital right now, but she’ll be out before the games. She sent me here to help you. Those bombs, they have changed everything. They blew the walls out. So that means you can can escape up into the stands. There’s a hole down in the floor. Leads down to some tunnels. I’ve tried it and you can disappear down there. So the moment you hear that bell ring, you ignore the weapons in the middle and you run as fast as you can for that hole. And you find a place to hide down below. Alone.”

“Alone? No.”

“Yeah.”

“Jessup’s my friend.”

“No. The moment that bell rings, you can’t trust anyone. Not even Jessup. Just lay low down there until it’s safe to come out.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I can’t let you die. Y/N can’t either. You saved us. You saved Y/N, Lucy Gray.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucy Gray cried.

“Hey.”

“I’m more hopeful during the daytime. But when it gets dark, I just…”

“It’s okay,” Coryo let out, wiping her tears with his handkerchief. “It’s okay. I’m gonna get you out of here. I promise. Back to the Covey, okay?”

“Coryo?” Lucy Gray asked. “Is it real that how I do tomorrow will determine yours and Y/N’s future?”

“Yes. If you don’t win, we could lose each other for ever. So if you really want to win, if this is real, just tell me. If I’m going to risk everything, and my girlfriend. That song…”

“That song was payback, is all. My old boyfriend, Billy Taupe, he was cheating on me with the mayor’s daughter.”

“The girl from the reaping.”

“Yeah, she got crazy jealous. She had her pa read my name up on that stage and now everyone will know what they did to me.”

“Here,” Coryo let out, handing her the compact. “You take this.”

“No, no, it’s too fine.”

“No, it’s not a gifts. It’s a loan. It’s Y/N’s. She told me to give it to you. What’s in here, don’t touch it. Don’t even breathe it in because small amounts can be deadly. Look, I have seen what war does to people, okay? I’ve seen it. And there will come a time when you need this. When you need to act. We all do things we’re not proud of to survive. Hey. We’re gonna win this, Lucy Gray. We’re all three gonna win this, together.”

Coryo got back to the hospital and saw Y/N starting to drift back to sleep.

“Coryo,” Y/N asked, barely audible.

“I’m back love.” He cooed, kissing her head. “I did it. You need to get some sleep.”

“Lay with me?” Y/N asked.

“Of course my love.” Coryo took of his shoes, and carefully got in the bed next to Y/N. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Y/N whispered, cuddling into him, laying her head on his chest as he kissed her head and wrapped his arms protectively around her.”

“Good morning, love,” Coryo whispered, looking at her.

“Hi,” Y/N let out. “It’s game day isn’t it?”

“It is my love. But first, let’s get you home yeah?” “Okay,” Y/N breathed.

“Erin got us a car, and I’ll help you walk.” 

Y/N got up with the help of Coryo then went to the bathroom to change. Coryo helped her walk out as they made their way to the car.

“We’re home,” Coryo called, walking into the house, with Y/N clinging to his side. 

“Oh, Y/N,” Grandma’am called, hugging Y/N in a big hug.

“Hi, Grandma’am.” Y/N smiled, hugging her back. 

“I was so worried about you.”

“I’m okay, Grandma’am. Really. Just sore and tired, but I’ll be fine.” 

Coryo knew that was a lie, but that you didn’t want Grandma’am to know the truth. He walked up to her and carefully put his hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you go take a hot shower and get ready to go my love?”

“Okay,” Y/N sighed, letting go of Grandma’am and slowly making her way to the bathroom.

As Coryo and Y/N pulled up to where they would be watching the games when Coryo grabbed, Y/N’s hand. 

“Are you going to be okay? I have no clue how long this will take. I know you’re in pain, so please don’t lie to me.”

“I’ll be okay, Coryo. As long as I have you right next to me, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, my love.” 

Coryo got out of the car, and helped Y/N out, holding her close to him as he could.

“Y/N,” Festus let out. “Good to see you’re doing better. I’m so sorry about your sister.”

“Thank you.” Y/N let out, holding onto Coryo as they continued walking to their seats.

“That friend of yours. Plinth,” Dean Highbottom said. “You might wanna find him a seat near the door.”

Coryo and Y/N looked at him as he walked off, then continued their way down. 

“Coryo!” Sejanus called. “Y/N!”

“Hey,” Coryo smiled.

“Hi,” Y/N smiled, hugging him. 

“How are you doing?” He asked, Y/N. “You all right?”

“Um, I’m doing better. Glad to be out of the hospital.”

“Over here, please,” a cameraman called, getting their attention. 

Y/N wrapped both her arms around the two boys, standing in the middle of them as they smiled for the camera.

“Here we go,” Lucky called, walking in. “Here we go everyone. Come on. Come on, let’s go.” Coryo helped you to a seat and moved his a little closer to yours and sat next to you, grabbing your hand. “Sit down, Festus, come on. Everyone, as you know, we’re about to go live. Just because you’re not hosting, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. Help me. Don’t get lost behind your screens. No yawning, no gum chewing. Keep your chins down, head up, shoulders back. And smile. It’s why we have teeth. Okay, get ready. We’re gonna start, guys. Five, four, three, two… Good morning, I’m Lucretius “Lucky” Flickerman. A man who needs no introduction. Weatherman, amateur magician, and today, I’m honored to say… first ever host of the Hunger Games. In my hand, an envelope, sealed. My prediction, the winner to be opened by me upon the big show’s end. Well well. They’re here. We’re getting word… All right, we’re about to start. We’re starting everyone, we’re starting. Happy Hunger Games. Remember, when your tribute dies, get out of here.” 

The camera showed the tributs interesting the arena as Y/N held onto Coryo tighter, then it showed an unconscious Marcus hanging in the middle of the arena. People gasped from all over the room, as tears came to Y/N’s eyes, (she’s going to blame it on the Morphlen.)

“Ooh, Marcus,” Lucky called. Guess we can all sleep better now knowing he’s off the streets.”

Y/N jumped at the bang from Sejanus throwing his seat. “You monsters!” He yelled, making Y/N flinch more into Coryo. “All of you.”

Everyone watched as he stormed out, then turned back to the screen. Coryo saw a tear on Y/N’s cheek and wiped it off, giving her a quick kiss. 

“Ten, nine,” Lucky counted. “Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”

“Run.” Coryo and Y/N whispered.

[vicciouxs]

thank u sm for tagging @veone & @elderwisp <33 ilysm 😭🫶

💓 FAVORITE THREE SHIPS:

as difficult as it may seem, I don't have many ships that I like 😭😭 and more than the ship, most of the time what I like is the dynamics they have, like satoru and suguru or megumi and yuuji relationship from jjk; kaveh and alhaitham from genshin impact. I'm sorry but I'm not thinking about others right now.

🎧 LAST SONG:

🎬 LAST MOVIE:

I'm always watching movies, so I don't remember exactly which one it was, but the last ones I have seen have been"the mask of zorro", "morbius" and "blade runner" the 1982 one.

📖 CURRENTLY READING:

"letters from the underground" by fiódor dostoyevski

🌶 CRAVING:

I don't have much time because of studies, but I've been thinking about cheesecake and tea with almond milk and cinnamon for weeks 😭😭

👯‍♀️ RELATIONSHIP STATUS:

single 🌞👍 and for a long time because it's not my biggest concern right now.

🪷 LAST THING I GOOGLED:

sofonisba anguissola, an italian renaissance painter 🌞🫶

💫 CURRENT OBSESSION:

it will always be my ocs 😭😭 I have been thinking for days about each of the situations and decisions that kannon and eiran have made to get to each of the photos I have taken. I have also written many n&e dialogues, and I'm obsessed with audrey's confession to knox, I'm on this )( to publish it even if there are no photos 😩

tagging: @machinegrl @minimooberry @wldestluv-rs @rottengurlz @ezra-trait @yuyulie @bibliosims and I don't know who hasn't done it, but ignore this if you want or do it, love y'all 😭💐

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Spoils of War (Part 5): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 2k

tw: fluff

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Yesterday, Ran saved you from being trampled by an unruly horse. Today, you're sitting at the table in the dining hall, faced down by almost twenty different dishes. Yes, you counted.

Senju stands beside you, aware that you're probably overwhelmed with the offerings, but continues with her assignment anyways. "The invited heads of state will be here within a day for the wedding. We need you to taste-test the dishes for quality, my Lady." Your fingers raise to grasp the fork and spoon opposite sides of the table and you gulp, hoping against all hope that you'll survive the potential overstuffing of your stomach.

Six dishes later, your mouth is filled with flavor, stunning you into silence with each meat, each vegetable, each fruit offered for your perusal.

"We will have every dish here offered to the guests?" you ask, but Senju shakes her head.

"You will need to pick twelve dishes for the evening festivities: four for the pre-wedding feast, four for the handfasting ceremony, and four for the pre-sacrifice feast."

Right, four-course meals for each day of the wedding rituals. The night before the wedding, the handfasting - or wedding day, and the sacrifice the day after.

You quirk your lips slightly, thinking of a question you want to ask, but letting it fade into the back of your mind. You hadn't learned everything about the Eiran wedding ceremonies (most were done in small, family-only services) but you were learning that they were long, lavish, and full of important faces and names. At least, the royal ones are.

"What about after the sacrifice?" you ask, turning to the young woman, whose face pales.

"You won't want to eat afterward. Trust me."

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"Presenting His Royal Highness, Taiju Shiba, Her Royal Highness, Muna Shiba, and His Highness, Hakkai Shiba from the Andelands." You're sitting beside Ran, his hand covering yours as you greet the first people to arrive at the palace for the wedding.

Yuzuha greets her brothers and sister-in-law with hugs, smiling widely.

"Why did she come here to be with the Eireans instead of with her brothers?" you whisper and Ran chuckles.

"She's not allowed to inherit the throne, but she's a wonderful fighter. As an ally, she wanted to join our forces in the guarding of the borders, and she mostly helps King Taiju keep an eye on us." As soon as Ran finishes, he stands, walking down the steps of the dais with his arms spread wide.

"King Taiju," Ran announces brightly. "What a pleasure it is to see you after all these years!"

The massive King clasps arms with Ran, his blue and white hair tucked beneath the silver band around his head.

"You're finally getting married," Taiju laughs. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Where is your brother?"

"Rindou is in the temple right now. He's putting the finishing touches on the music." Hakkai greets Ran with a handshake, and Taiju's wife, curtsies, dipping her black-haired head low. But when she rises from her curtsy, her grey eyes look directly at you, and you can feel the disapproval rolling off of her in waves.

Taiju, on the other hand, is more than excited to meet you, bounding up the stairs and taking your hand in his - which dwarfs your fingers in flesh.

"I've heard nothing but good things about you, y/n," he murmurs, kissing your hand twice. "You're absolutely beautiful. It's a pleasure to meet the future princess and finally see your face after--"

Ran clears his throat, and Taiju straightens up, his yellow eyes sliding to the man at the base of the dais. Both Ran and Muna are looking at Taiju with concern, but he brushes them off, bowing to you again.

"We should speak more later. I do hope you won't find my request threatening." You crack a smile at the man and nod.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, too, King Taiju." The large man rejoins his party, then is escorted out of the throne room by Yuzuha, who chatters excitedly with her sister-in-law and younger brother.

You watch Ran join you at the thrones again, sitting with a soft sigh in the velvet and gold seat.

"He is a handful," Ran laughs, smiling over at you. "But Taiju is a gentle giant during times of peace. It is good to see him like this. Especially with you." You have no time to respond as another guest is announced.

"Ken Ryuguji and Manjiro Sano, Head of the Huttan Army." The two men are dressed in traditional mountain-farer clothing, their robes wrapped tightly around their bodies and shoes closed-toed. The taller one looks unamused with the whole setup of the throne room, but the shorter one holds something in his hands - a snack, maybe? - and raises it to his lips before bowing at the waist.

"Manjiro. Draken."

"Prince Ran," the taller one calls out from below. "Thank you for welcoming us to your celebration. Manjiro and I are grateful for your generosity."

"It is always a pleasure." Ran waves his hand toward you as the two men straighten up. "And this is my betrothed, y/n."

"May I approach, your Highness?"

"Of course, Draken." The taller one climbs the stairs, then takes his hand in yours, pressing his forehead to it in solidarity.

"Your eldest brother Kenshin was a hero to our people," Draken begins, head still bowed. "We are forever indebted to you, in honor of his memory." The admission startles you, but you nod and smile, the words "thank you" passing from your lips. Draken lets your hand go, retreating down the stairs to meet Manjiro, who is still eating the item in his hand.

"Takeomi will take you to your accommodations," Ran informs them, and the scarred general leads them away.

"Seishu Inui, and Hajime Kokonoi; the Two Kings of the North."

"Haruchiyo Sanzu, Commander of the Seven Cities."

"Keisuke Baji, Chifuyu Matsuno, and Kazutora Hanemiya; Ambassadors of the Southern Wharf."

Names, faces, greetings, and looks. So many looks.

Some were friendly, some were disapproving, some were just downright mean. But besides Taiju and Draken, no one else spoke to you with kindness or memories of your kin. You're still the enemy in many people's eyes, and Ran seems to have noticed your deflated demeanor, just as a soldier comes running into the throne room.

"Your Highness! Izana Kurokawa and Kakucho Hitto have arrived."

Ran stands from his throne immediately, violet eyes wide. "They were not invited," he grits out between his teeth.

"But we came anyway. I wouldn't want to miss this wedding for the world."

A man with bleach blonde hair and purple eyes shuffles into the throne room, his clothes and stance befitting that of a prince, and his companion is dressed in similarly lavish clothing, stitched with fish and ribbons of blue and white.

"Izana," Ran sighs, clenching his fingers into fists. "You are not welcome here."

"I would beg to differ." The man looks from Ran to you, his purple eyes shining in the sunlight from the windows. "And look at what a pretty woman your bride has become." Izana raises a foot to step closer to you but Ran blocks you from his line of sight.

"You might be a pirate now, but you do not have a claim to whatever you see here."

"I see something I like, but that doesn't mean I'll take it. She's beautiful, but sadly, not my type. Now, Kakucho, on the other hand--" You meet eyes with the black-haired companion, his red eyes scanning your figure quickly before settling on your face again. You can't hear Ran and Izana's bickering crest as you focus on the scar marring Kakucho's face, feeling as if you've seen this man before. He looks oddly familiar, but that sense of familiarity dries up as you search your memories for anyone who looked like him.

You would have remembered it all, you reason. Well... unless...

"Guards! Have these intruders thrown out on their asses at the gates," Ran shouts, and instantly, a group of men have both Izana and Kakucho's arms held behind their backs. You watch these men drag the two out, neither of them fighting their restraints, but Izana looking at you dead in your eyes.

"Kenshin wouldn't have wanted his half-sister and blood brother to be at odds like this," he shouts, and for some reason, you stand, frowning. "Not when we're the last two Half-bloods!"

"Half-bloods?" you whisper, frowning, but Ran shakes his head again, rubbing his temples rapidly as he turns to face you.

"Fucking lunatic," he breathes, then waves his hand in a circle. "Close the doors. We'll greet the rest at the pre-wedding feast."

"Wait," you scramble down the stairs, trying to catch up to Ran as he stalks out of the room. "Ran, what's this half-blood thing?" The only Half-bloods that you've ever heard about are dreadful Eirean & Bazanian mixed-race people who lived long before you were ever a thought in your father's mind.

"Nothing you need to worry about," Ran answers you sweetly, turning to face you with calm eyes and a soft kiss to your forehead. "Izana sometimes has delusions of grandeur. And I will not have him rope you into his drama." He loops his arm around yours and tugs you along with him. "Besides, I think it's time to show you your wedding dress. It's finally finished."

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"What do you think?"

Ran circles you as you look at yourself in the mirror, investigating the cloth and humming softly.

"I think it's..." You try to gauge the look in the dressmaker's eyes before continuing. His lavender eyes are focused on the bottom of the gown, the gold silk pooling around your feet. "I think it's intricate." And you do. The birds stitched into the lac of the dress's sleeves are obviously the work of a master artisan, and you have to give the dressmaker credit for it.

"And the neckline?" The man wonders behind you, his lavender head bobbing up and down as he adjusts the hem. You eye the garment carefully, then nod.

"Appropriate."

"I think you look stunning," Ran murmurs, and you smile back timidly. He leans against the stone wall as the dressmaker finishes his work, then stands up straight as he undresses you. Ran turns away, waiting for you to be redressed in your clothes while you work on lacing up your dress again.

The man has all but disappeared, and for some odd reason, you don't think to call out to him, but to Ran.

"Ran? I need some help."

You stand there, in front of the mirror with your bodice half-undone, and Ran immediately comes to help, his fingers making quick work of the laces.

"Let me know if it's too tight," he mumbles, eyes focused on his task while you watch him. "I'll readjust them if you want."

"No," you reply, shifting in the re-laced dress. "No, this feels fine." You both pause in the mirror, looking at your image... together. Ran's hands slide to your hips, and you angle your chin a little higher, inhaling shakily.

"I can't imagine anyone else by my side," Ran breathes, dipping his head low to kiss the exposed part of your neck slowly. And for the first time, you feel your skin flush, goosebumps crawling across your flesh at his touch of familiarity. Your mind flies to the way he snatched you from the errant horse, the defense he put up for you earlier, the rebuffing of the pirate Izana, and the way he kissed your forehead afterward in reassurance. All of that made you forget how cruel some of the earlier guests had been to you in their actions, but now...

Something in you is changing toward Ran. Something you can't fight, because you don't know how to fight it.

When you steal a glance at Ran's face, his mouth still nuzzled into your neck as he lines it with kisses, you wonder if he notices that you're a little less stiff under his touch.

[filigreefaerie]

male fantasy names

below the cut you’ll find 52 male fantasy inspired names. keep in mind that you can change the names up to make those them sound even more unique and personal!

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A, B

aeric, aeron, anias, blaiz

C

caed, caley, chael, cassiel, ciaran, cyne

D

dacareon, dailan, darieth, davion, drystan

E, F

eilan, eiran, feron, finnian

G, H, J, I

galien, helion, jadis, jaisen, ilyr, iyan

K, L

kallias, keir, kellen, kien, kit, kova, krinn, lydan

M, N, O

macen, nathair, oreon

R, S

riden, rune, ryven, silas, sion, 

T

talon, taren, thorne, titus, tomas, torian, torryn

V, Z

vadim, varian, zariel, zev

[fortheloveofsims]

                                                       .Neiran

[stealingpotatoes]

How dare you assume that I only wanted to hear small details about em! D:

haha sorry 😂!

I assume you mean these armour concepts? They’re not from this universe; everything in this universe is tagged #oc universe: the princess of outlaws! (:

this is gonna be a very very long post (so read at your own peril), ’cause knowing me, I’ll end up explaining the whole ass universe lol and go on about twenty tangents. Hold on to your barf-bags again; I can’t tell a coherent story for the life of me….

I’m just gonna start w saying that Selene and Dyani aren’t the main main characters of this; this person is. Her name’s Kira and she’s the current host of the ‘world spirit’, which is just the spirit of the four elements. She’s also the princess (sister to the queen) of a place called ‘Hiemsnest’ (where most of the story takes place and where Selene is from) and her name’s not actually Kira, but she uses that name when she’s vigilante-ing bc she can’t fight injustice as a princess lol (that’s really the best way I can put it — not going into too much details w her bc that’ll spoil the story?).

That leads me into a messy segue into why Selene is thrown out to the wolves as a baby. Selene is born under the rule of Kira’s (well- Princess Illania’s) grandfather, the Mad King Eiran. He’s hella against the Old Gods and the hosts, because he wants everyone to worship the monotheistic religion of the country. So he basically makes it illegal/against their religion to be a spirit host, and Selene’s parents are super religous. So they yeet her out and then she’s taken in by the Hunter spirit host dude (who hasn’t got a name yet).

Luckily, Kira’s father overthrows her grandfather about three years later, and he’s a nice person and makes it totally fine to be spirit host thing (mainly bc his wife, Kira’s mother, is one). So that’s not an issue.

BUT ANYWAY the hunterspiritdude also has a cool backstory(ish). He’s a member of a race called the Altira, which are pretty much just people with wings and bird feet lol. He was a bounty hunter, but got on the wrong side of an organisation and they tried to kill him (this is the same one that actually kills him when he’s older/ same one that Selene wipes out). They believed they had succeeded, but they didn’t. They did, however, blind him, and leave him with only one wing, which can’t have been fun for him. So yeah, he learns how to use his heightened senses to ‘see’. When he takes Selene under his wing (haha get it), she eventually ends up copying his powers and so he teaches her how to do the same. He also teaches her to fight n crap, which is how she becomes such a good archer. After that, I’m pretty rest of her backstory is covered in the other ask…

Now onto Dyani, who’s backstory has so. much. stuff. (partially bc it factors a lot into the main story, but mainly bc I love it) so I’m still gonna leave some things out (only bc I cannot be bothered to write it all lol)

Dyani is born in the Elven capital, Helis. (It’s based off Meridian in Horizon Zero Dawn if you want an idea of what it’s like). Her father is the captain of the royal vanguard and her mother is a priest, so she’s born fairly high up. Bc of this, she ends up befriending Princess Atheia, the niece of the Elven king. She also befriends the son of some palace staff, Alexio, and the three of them become a best friends. Anyway, Dyani suspected to be the host of the Sun from her birth bc of her blonde hair and gold eyes (the sun hosts always have blond hair and gold eyes). But both she and her father are massively in denial about that until it’s proven, because they know that it would mean she’s worshipped like a god and doesn’t get a normal life/childhood (she still gets random people praying near her/ at her even when she’s a kid). Things kinda go to shit for her when she’s 14 bc when she’s sparring with her older sister, she accidentally unleashes the sun powers, which undoubtedly proves her to be the Sun’s blessed. After that, she doesn’t get much of her own life bc everyone that sees her starts praying at her, and she’s ofc treated and worshipped like a god all the time. Her dad is pretty much the only person who still treats her normally. So when she’s nearly 18, she decides that she’s had enough. She wants to go somewhere where nobody will worship her or anything, where she has control. So, with the help of her friends Atheia and Alexio, she escapes the capital and makes her way out of the Elven lands. She settles in Hiemsnest (bc people don’t give a crap about spirit hosts), and meets Selene a few months later. And eventually they end up forming the Outlaws with the communication spirit host, a dude called Alek Sigwald, and the knowledge spirit host, a werewolf named Rylen Blaine. Together, they fight injustice n all that crap (and do a bit of bounty hunter work on the side). And yeah, after that it’s pretty much just what will hopefully be the main story!

[voluntarix]

“So,” Eiran says, curling against Vadimir’s ribs. He shifts obligingly; she can feel him smile, she thinks, in the way she watches his pulse beat blood across his hands. She's known him long enough to mark the right correlations there, specific ways his body lights up—he blushes, down to the fingertips—when he smiles, triggered very easily. She considers making fun of him for it, but leaves that for another time.

Instead, she says, “I know your sister.”

He laughs through his lips. “I think I noticed.”

“Yeah,” she says, creeping toward the point quietly. Smiling, too, whether or not he’s got the same kind of tell on her. She wonders if he’s stopped reading—he was—it’s none of her business unless he asks her to stop talking accordingly, it’s just interesting. “And I’ve known her since before I graduated.”

His fingers curl at the edge of her vision, but lazily; at work it would presage violence, but most things at work do. “Yeah. She even has mostly good things to say about you despite the fact.”

Eiran lets that one go. He’s kind of right. She was… extremely young to be where she was, relatively speaking; other people get stopped, no one stopped her, and maybe it would’ve done her good to have the experience, but obviously it’s too late for that now. “You were my first real contact when I got home. So. Was that a coincidence?”

“It’d be a hell of a coincidence,” he says mildly, which is a no, but a fun-to-chase one that he’s offering. Eiran considers reminding him that both of them are off work—are on tithe, even, having managed by sheer, actual coincidence to—

Probably not actual coincidence, come to think. There’s a lot she doesn’t know about the labors of administration.

At any rate, she decides against reminding him that both of them are off work. It’s not like this isn’t, in fact, what both of them do for fun, that’s kind of the thing.

“Everything to know that it was one should’ve been on file,” Eiran says. “She’s one of the only people I kept in contact with the whole time out there, and then I come home and meet you. Doesn’t that seem like it should go against normal vetting?”

His fingertips light up again. She smiles, considers kissing his hand. “Anyone can do objective filtering from a distance,” he says.

“Maybe for Corregimiento,” she says, goes hard into mockery so he knows she’s not serious: “Vigilancia has to actually *look* for—”

“Vigilancia watch strangers,” he says, equally condescending back. “We’ve got something different.”

“Laziness?”

“Friends,” he says quietly.

Eiran’s body temperature drops slightly, but she knows he knows that; even in the unlikely event that by result of that they’re having a conversation he’s not looking, he knows what that means to her. She doesn’t know how he does it. “I don’t know how you do it,” she tells him, for lack of anything better to do.

She feels him shrug.

“So they sent you to me to go make friends?” She considers, belatedly, asking if it’s actually because they were prioritizing her status as a suspected voluntarix that highly, given how rare Vadimir is there. But she doesn’t want the answer right now. She’s asking about herself, sure, but she doesn’t want to talk about herself, she wants to talk shop. She wants to talk shop and make fun of him for how he runs his and ease back into the habit of living with him. That’s all.

“It would be one hell of a coincidence,” he repeats. “People like coincidences. It puts them at ease. It makes the world small enough to handle. The world’s too big for… anyone. And we’re here to help.”

“Coincidences make me suspicious,” Eiran mutters, mostly to be contrary.

“We’re in the same vocation,” he says back.

“Excuse me, I—”

“Surveillance and cohesion, Eiran, fucking Will, I know that you’re glad you’re you—”

She butts at his rib cage with her forehead, lightly. “Not like that.”

“Right.” Vadimir breathes in. “Sorry. Right.”

“The jokes are okay?”

“The jokes are okay,” he says. “I just need to know when you’re joking.”

“I’m always joking,” she says. “I’m only not joking about the fact that I’m happy where I am.”

She feels some tension go out of him, and then she feels guilty for not having noticed that it didn’t have to be there. “Okay,” he says. “Okay.”

“So, we’re the same kind of person doing the same kind of thing in opposite directions,” she prompts gently, on principle.

“Is that how you want to put it?”

“Vadimir,” she says, the guilt hitting the height of her collarbones that she’s overly used to other people right now, that she has to recalibrate to the subtlety with which he shows discomfort at all, “Vadimir, you’re fine, I like needling you because I like you. The way you phrased it is fine. I know we both wear white.” She kicks out one leg demonstratively. Eiran is not a particularly imaginative dresser.

“Okay,” he says again.

“Are you?”

He pauses for a while. “I’m fine,” he says. “I’m sorry. I’m… on guard. A lot. Inappropriately.”

She scoffs, and then immediately has to hope he does know it’s supportive scoffing. “You’re on guard as appropriately as you know how and have it validated at almost every turn. I’ve been dealing with a bunch of—well, you know.”

“What happened to not insulting the honored Eye?”

Yes! There! Okay! “Stow it,” she says, beaming.

“No.” There’s caution in his voice, a little.

“Okay.”

He breathes out deeper again. “Most people like coincidences,” he says. “You work in a wider sphere of human existence than most people so your… threat assessments, they’re different. You think a lower bound of unlikelihood is worthy of investigation. But there’s plenty of things that you take in stride anyway and some of them could be—the point is that they’re there, not who put them there or that you find them natural. You’d still rather have a world of a manageable size; it’s just the definition of manageable that varies.”

“So it was convenient because you of the infinite accuracy—”

“Hey!” he says, halfway to a laugh.

“I like needling you because I like you!”

“That doesn’t negate my emotional investment in my institution’s honor,” Vadimir says, but rapid and part of the way to a laugh still. “It just means I’m stuck between that and emotional investment in you!”

“You romantic,” Eiran says, and headbutts him more lightly this time.

“That’s me,” he says.

She considers overexamining that, then remembers she was in the middle of a sentence and opts for it instead. “It was convenient, because the assessment was that I would find you more trustworthy?”

“And I had external information about you,” he says quietly, “and am relatively good at seeing past any positive affect produced by such information when I have to.”

“You had spoilers.”

That finally gets the laugh out. “I had spoilers.”

“Your sister knows?”

He shrugs with one shoulder. “Ought to.”

“So you never told her that’s what you were—”

“She didn’t ask,” Vadimir says.

Eiran thinks for a moment. “Can I tell her?”

“Do you want to?” Vadimir asks, then, slightly faster, “What would you tell her?”

“You’re right,” Eiran says.

“No, I’m asking,” he says. “Do you want to tell her? What do you want to tell her?”

“I don’t know,” Eiran says, without much thought. “I don’t know how much she hears about your work.”

Vadimir shrugs.

“Fair,” she says. “I don't know if she’d be uncomfortable. It wouldn’t be particularly productive to make her uncomfortable. It’s just the first thing I thought of.”

She just barely feels him nod.

“Coincidence is that important to the Corregimiento?” Eiran asks, trying for level ground, more effective than an apology.

“People should be able to live in a world they’re comfortable with, all allowing,” Vadimir says. “And the real world is… very large. Unsustainably large. Sustaining it together depends on—”

“Being together,” Eiran says, thinking of her work.

“On people having something that they can hold and feel comfortable holding. That they want and want to defend. That they can conceptualize and that they want to conceptualize,” Vadimir says, which is in fact much more his. “As much for me as for anyone else. I’m just comfortable with my world including managing that actively.”

“And I…?”

She feels the angle of his head and shoulders change, but she’s not sure what to. Studying her, maybe, though all he’s got is… what? The curve of her shoulder, the rest of her body; the top of her head, maybe the tip of her nose. Whatever information he gets from that he seems content with. “Passively, I think. Or I wouldn’t have told you.”

Eiran bites her lip, and then thinks. “Fair enough,” she says.

Vadimir is silent. It sounds like a long, conscious pause. Presumably it is one, because he hesitates more when he says, “Did I misjudge you?”

“No,” Eiran says, “It’s better to know. But did you misjudge me?”

“The Corregimiento or me?”

Eiran nods.

“If the Corregimento had misjudged you we’d already be acting accordingly,” Vadimir says, and stifles a yawn. “And of course I’m glad I met you. I’m also—” The yawn has caught up with him. “Shit.”

“That bored with this conversation?”

Damn it, she misjudged again—trivially, but in contrast to the conversation it is—something, that she did, that she can hear it in the urgency of his voice, so she only lets him get out the “N—”

“Joking. Joking. Sorry.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” she says again. “I need to recalibrate.”

“Hey,” Vadimir says, and his arm comes up around her. “It’s been a while.”

“I missed you,” she says quietly.

“I missed you,” he says, at a normal volume. “I am now missing sleep.”

“Okay, okay,” Eiran says. “Less coincidences, more sleep.”

“That’s the spirit,” Vadimir tries to say, although another yawn catches him in the attempt anyway. “Fuck.”

“If I go to bed will you stop cursing yourself for yawning?”

“Depends. If you get sleep will you stop stressing out about having acclimated to talking to the people you spend time with and having to get used to the barrier of entry for me getting metaphorical speech instead and convincing yourself that it’s justifiable caution and not anxiety?”

Eiran pushes herself away from him and stands up so that she can say to his face, “It is completely fucking unfair that you didn’t get interrupted there.”

Vadimir yawns. “Worth it.”

“Voluntad you are *impossible*,” she says, voice harsher now that she’s sure he’s got a full view of her smile, “come be impossible in a bed.”

His mouth quirks up to the side. “So you harbor no residual dread of—”

“*Impossible in a bed*,” Eiran repeats. “I’m going.”

“It was my idea to be tired!” Vadimir protests, apparently on principle, since he’s getting up anyway but is stymied by getting caught in his half-discarded jacket. “Damn it.”

“Yeah, okay, so come be ti—”

He sorts his sleeve out and snickers.

Eiran puts a hand over the remainder of the yawn that interrupted her. “Oh, fuck off,” she says, duly reassured. They’re okay.

She’s going to have a lot to think about with regards to coincidences, but…

“Coincidence is suspicious if you’re watching,” she says, brushing his arm with her shoulder once they’re in motion, not quite enough that he stumbles. “We find it suspicious. It’s a sign of something out of place.”

“I put things in their place,” Vadimir says.

“I know,” Eiran says. “I know.”

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Troublesome Twin

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

Word count- 2291

“Coryo!” Tigris yelled, as she heard Coryo enter the penthouse, running over to him. “I was so scared, I saw what happened, how’s…” Tigris cut herself off, as she saw Y/N crying in her cousin's arms. “Oh, poor dear.”

“She’s staying with us. I know it will be hard, but Eiran is going to help, but it’s the safest place for her.”

“Of course. She’s always welcome here.” Tigris let out, walking over to them. “Hey, Y/N/N.”

“Tigris!” Y/N cried, letting go of Coryo and hugging Tigris. “Tigris, it was terrible!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N. I can’t even imagine. Are you okay physically?”

“The tribute also got her. She had to get her left shoulder stitched up.” Coryo explained.

“Oh, you poor thing. Let’s get you a nice hot bath.” Tigris let out, walking her to the bathroom. “Coryo go get her one of my night gowns.” 

“I don’t want to leave Coryo.”

“Oh, darling,” he breathed, walking up to her, and cupping her face. “It’s okay. Tigris is going to take great care of you. And once you’re done I’ll be right here for you, and I’ll hold you so close, okay, rose?”

“Okay.” Y/N sniffed, as Coryo kissed her head.

“Tigris,” Y/N whimpered, as Tigris walked her to the bathroom. “My twin is gone. She died right in my arms.”

“I know,” Tigris let out as she turned on the water. “I am so sorry, Y/N/N. But we’re not going to let anything happen to you. Coryo is going to protect you.”

After Y/N’s bath Tigris helped her get into a nightgown, careful not to hurt her shoulder. As soon as they were done they left to go join Coryo and Grandma’am at the table. 

Y/N was still crying and all she wanted to do was be in her boyfriend’s arms as she made her way to him. 

“Hey love,” Coryo let out, as Y/N made her way to him and sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, crying into the crook of his neck. “How’s your shoulder? Does it feel any better?”

“It still hurts.” Y/N explained, pulling away a little to look at Coryo as Tigris sat down in the chair next to them. “I didn’t realize it at the moment, I was just focused on my sister.”

“I know my love.” Coryo breathed, kissing her forehead. 

“It’s starting again,” Grandma’am explained, gaining everyone’s attention. “This is how it begins. The war.”

“It was my fault,” Coryo cut in. “I suggested we get closer to the tributes.”

“We both did.” Y/N cut in. “And I should have done a better job looking after my sister.”

“You’re just lucky that your sister’s tribute didn’t kill you too,” Grandma’am put out, making Y/N flinch more into Coryo’s arms, who held her tighter. “And you’re just lucky that your songbird didn’t peck your eyes out too.”

“She’s not a rebel, Grandma’am,” Tigris put out. “She’s just a girl.” 

“Trust me, that one hasn’t been a girl for a long time. Outside this Capital, they’re all savages, one and all. You two must use her or you’ll end up dead in the trees like your father, and your sister.” Grandma’am stated, making another tear fall from Y/N’s eyes no matter how hard she tried to keep it in.

“It’s okay,” Coryo whispered, kissing Y/N’s head. “I’ve got you.”

“Grandma’am, why don’t I take you to bed?” Tigris asked, getting up. “I think Y/N needs some rest anyways.”

“She’s right,” Coryo let out. “You should get some sleep. 

“What about the paper for Dr. Gaul?” Y/N asked.

“You are in no state to write right now. You need to go to bed and rest. I’ll write in and you can tell me what you want me to add okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N sighed, as Coryo helped her to his bedroom.

“Okay, is this good?” Coryo asked, as he laid her in his bed. “Are you comfortable, do you need more pillows? How’s your shoulder?”

“Coryo, I’m fine. Can you just lay with me and hold me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course my love,” Coryo let out, laying down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “How’s this?”

“Perfect. I love you.”

“I love you more,” Coryo whispered, kissing her head.

The next morning Coryo woke up and carefully got up to finish the papers. He worked on them for a while, after Y/N went to sleep until she woke up screaming. It was a long night of restless sleep due to the nightmares of her sister dying in her arms. 

“Coryo?” Y/N murmured, as she tried to find him. 

“Hey,” Coryo smiled, walking to her, brushing some hair out of her face and kissing her head. “How are you?”

“Why are you up?”

“I’m just finishing up the papers for Dr. Gaul. How are you feeling? Were you able to get any good sleep?”

“I got some. My shoulder hurts, but I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, do you want to go with me to drop the papers off to Dr. Gaul on our way to the arena, or do you want to stay here and rest?”

“I want to stay with you. Besides, I’m supposed to help you.”

“Okay, my love.”

The two walked together hand in hand on their way to Dr. Gaul’s office. 

“You don’t think my dad is going to try to hurt me do you?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know. But I won’t let him, okay? He’s not going to hurt you. Ever.”

“Thank you. President Snow.” Y/N smiled.

“I love you,” Coriolanus smiled at her remark, as he opened the door for her. “After you.”

“Thank you.” 

“This for Dr. Gaul please,” Coriolanus stated, handing the paper to the peacekeeper behind the desk.

The two walked in silence as they made their way to the tributes, finding comfort in each other's presence. When they made it to the arena Coryo stopped and looked down at Y/N before they walked in. “Hey, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Coryo, I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like I really have a choice.”

“But you do. Darling, with me, you can have a choice.”

“I know, Coryo. Thank you. I just want to be with you. That will make me feel the best.”

“Okay. I love you.” 

“I love you more.” Y/N smiled, standing on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

They made their way into the room, and found Lucy Gray, there was one seat in front of her, so Coryo let Y/N sit in it, as he stood behind her, hands on her shoulders to comfort her. 

“In spite of yesterday’s tragic events,” Dean Highbottom went on. “Our president decided that the Games must go on to show everyone the Capital is unafraid of such acts of terror. To which end, Dr. Gaul wishes you to preview the arena this afternoon with your tributes. Later this evening, there will be a special televised presentation of each tribute to our audience to, you know, get to know them. You will have an hour to discuss strategy.” Highbottom sighed as the room stayed silent. “You may begin.”

“I’m sorry about your twin,” Lucy Gray let out.

“Thank you.” Y/N sadly smiled, as Coryo squeezed her right (the good one) shoulder. 

“Are you okay?” Coryo asked.

“Wearing my Mama’s dress is the only thing keeping me together here. It’s like she’s wrapping her arms around me.”  

“My mother, she used to smell like roses,” Coriolanus explained, making Y/N smile up at him, her hand going up to grab him. “She died in childbirth. I was going to have a little sister.”

“Both your parents gone?” Lucy Gray asked. Coryo nodded and she turned her attention down to Y/N. “And what about you?”

“They both might as well should be. My mom died in childbirth with me and my twin. I was born last and she died almost as soon as I took my first breath, so my dad blamed me and has been abusing me since as long as I can remember. So after yesterday, I’ve been staying with Coryo.”

“So you're both orphans. Like me?” 

“Yeah,” Y/N breathed. “I guess we are.”

“Look,” Coryo cut in. “We need you to sing in these interviews later. It’s the night before the games and your last chance to win the people over. We can’t send you gifts in the arena without their money.”

“Maybe a guitar could persuade me. Maybe.”

“A guitar.” Y/N cut in. “I have one you can use.”

“What?” Coryo asked, fear creeping in his eyes. “Darling, maybe we should talk about this.”

“Coryo, there’s nothing to talk about. Eiran can get mine for her to use.”

“If we get you her guitar will you use it so we can take care of you in the arena?” Coriolanus asked.

“You really wanna take care of me while I’m in that arena, Coriolanus? Start by thinking I can actually win.”

“Snow, Crane, Dovecote,” Highbottom called.

The three walked to Dr. Gaul’s office Y/N hand in hand with Coryo as Clemmie talked. “She can’t expect us to have written that proposal last night can she? I was crying for hours. And Y/N, I can’t imagine how last night was for you. How are you holding up?”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” Y/N let out, tightening her grip on Coryo’s hand.

“We did,” Coryo cut in. “Write it. Y/N and I turned it in this morning.”

“All right, give me the bullet points.”

The three walked into Dr. Gaul’s laboratory and all started looking around as they waited for her. Coryo led Y/N by the hand to a spot far enough away from Clemmie and looked down at her. “How are you? I’m sorry she started talking about that.”

“It’s fine,” Y/N sighed. “I can’t avoid it. Everyone’s going to be talking about it, and asking me how I am. It’s just hard.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, love.” Coryo bent down and kissed her head.

“Mr. Snow, Miss. Dovecote,” Dr. Gaul cut in, smiling at them. Her smile widened as she saw Y/N. “Ah, Miss. Crane. How nice it is to finally be able to finally see you outside of school. You, my dear, are the spitting image of your mother.”

“You knew her?” Y/N asked, hand gripping onto Coryo’s. 

“I did. A conversation for later. Now, come see my new babies.”

Dr. Gaul led them around the room to the spot her snakes were in. “Is there a point to the color?” Clemmie as they all walked up the steps. 

“There’s a point to everything, Miss. Dovecote. Which brings me neatly to your proposal. Which one of you wrote it?”

“Well, there was…” Coriolanus started, but was cut off by Clemmie.

“I was inspired by Corioalnus and Y/N yesterday, of course. His little betting idea. But the sponsorships and the gifts in the arena, those were all mine.”

“Clemmie,” Coryo started, upset that she was taking credit for his girlfriend's ideas.

“So it’s your sweaty hand writing on that page,” Dr. Gaul put out. “Very impressive, Miss. Dovecote. Unfortunately, my assistant mistook it for trash this morning and lined the shelf of this very terrarium with it. So, please, Miss. Dovecote, retrieve it for us, won’t you? So we might all consider your inspired ideas. Don’t worry, my little predators are perfectly docile with those they can trust. So if they’re used to your scent, if you’ve handled their food, for example, or if they’ve inhaled the sweat of your palm on a page, they’ll leave you alone. A new scent, however…you’d be on your own, little girl. Retrieve it.”

“Clemmie,” Y/N breathed, trying to get her to stop, but it was too late. Clemmie screamed, and fell back. “Clemmie, no! No!” Y/N cried, as Coryo held her tighter. 

“You asked about the colors, Miss. Dovecote?” Dr. Gaul stated, looking down at her as the doctors came in. “I want my enemies to see a rainbow of destruction engulfing the world. I’m not above using spectacle to create a little terror. A strategy your classmates here articulated very well in their proposal. Now, I have to know whose ideas the sponsorships and the gifts actually belonged to.”

Y/N looked up at Coryo who gave her a small nod, then looked back to Dr. Gaul. “They were my idea Dr. Gaul. But Coriolanus wrote them down for me. After what happened with my sister, and me getting my own injury, I wasn’t up to writing.” 

“They’re good, your suggestions. They sound like something your mother would come up with. I’m going to recommend my team implement as many as possible tomorrow.”

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Will she die?” Coryo asked, referencing to Clemmie. 

“The pleasure in breaking ground in one’s research is one gets to find out. You two better keep Miss. Dovecotes fate between us. I don’t think her mother would be very happy to learn how she caught this sudden…flu. Now, run along, you have an arena to promote, and it’s time for my milk and crackers.” Coryo and Y/N started to walk out of the lab, but were stopped by Dr. Gauls' voice. “Miss. Crane, I think you should join me. We should talk about something very important.”

“What is it about? Is it something Coriolanus can stay for?”

“It’s about your mother, my dear. Mr. Snow can stay if you would like, but it will be very personal.”

“I’d like him to stay.” “All right then, let's all take a seat. Please, follow me.” Dr. Gaul stated, walking them to a table that had milk and crackers on it. “I have a feeling you’re wondering how I know about your mother.” 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, please, you don’t have to call me ‘ma’am’. I’m your Godmother, call me Volumnia.”

[swiftieblyth]

Troublesome Twin

Chapter one: Y/N Crane

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

Word count- 1437

Y/N woke with a knot in her stomach. It was reaping day, but it was also the day they found out who got the Plinth Prize. Y/N knew that she didn’t need the prize from a wealth standpoint, as she is the youngest member of the Crane family. However she did need it in a way. Just not for her.

She needed her boyfriend Coriolanus Snow to win it. For multiple reasons. She knew just how desperately he and his family needed it, however, she also needed him to win it so she could get out of this family. 

Y/N loved her older brother, Eiran, with all of her heart, however that was the only family member that she truly loved. She didn’t even love her twin sister, Arachne. But worst of all, she hated her father, and her father hated her. 

Everyday she was reminded that she was the reason her mother was dead. Her father never failed to remind her that she killed her by being born. Y/N’s mother died in childbirth with Y/N and Arachne, but Arachne being the older twin she was spared her fathers hate. As soon as Y/N took her first breath her mother stopped breathing, and she was reminded everyday of that. Of how troublesome she was, and that she should’ve been the one to die instead of her mother. 

She hated her family and couldn’t wait to move out and live with Coriolanus when he could afford it. She loved him and his family more than anything, along with her brother of course.

Y/N got up and got ready for the day, heading down to get some breakfast that one of the avox had made for the Crane family. 

“Well, look who’s finally up,” Arachne snarked, a fake smile plastered to her face. 

“Goodmorning Arachne,” Y/N replied, trying to ignore her. She heard the sound of her brother’s voice coming from her fathers study.

“Oh, Eiran’s talking to Father about the hotels.” Arachne explained as Y/N sat down at the table. “I bet you’re hoping for your little Coryo to win the Plinth Prize. But I promise you, that he won’t get it. Father and Dean Highbottom will do everything in their power to keep him from getting it.” Y/N had to choke down a tear, wanting more than anything to get out of this family. “What’s the matter? Is little Y/N going to cry?” 

“Oh good,” Y/N heard her father bark from behind her, sending her a shiver down her spine. “The disappointment is up.”

“Good morning Father.” 

“Shut up!” Her father ordered, slapping her cheek. “You speak when you are spoken to, do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” Y/N let out, biting down her tears. 

“Y/N, Arachne, I’m on my way out,” Eiran explained, giving Y/N a sympathetic look. “Do you two want a ride?”

“Yes!” Arachen cried.

“No thank you.” Y/N replied. “I think I’m just going to walk.”

Y/N waited outside, ready to be in the arms of her lovely boyfriend. Ready for just his presence to take away the pain from the most recent hit. Y/N held her face as she held her face as she let a tear fall onto her cheek.

“Love?” She heard, and looked over to see her favorite blonde boy walking to her. She quickly put her hand down and wiped the tear away, but it didn’t stop the boy's beautiful blue hues from creasing with worry.

“Let me see,” he whispered, carefully cupping her good cheek, and holding her chin in his other hand.

“It’s fine Coryo.” Y/N tried to protest.

“Love, when was it? It’s still red.”

“It wasn’t long ago. It still hurts Coryo.” 

“I’m sorry, my love.” Coriolanus breathed, wrapping her in his arms. 

“Do you want to come home with me tonight?” 

“I don’t want to intrude, Coryo.”

“Love, you know Grandma’am and Tigris love you, and love when you’re over.”

“I know. How about we see later.”

“Okay, we should go. Are you okay with that, love,” Coryo asked, looking down at his love in his arms. 

“I’m okay, Coryo.” Y/N stated, pulling away, and taking one of his arms in hers, as they walked into the building. 

The two walked in, arms linked together as they made their way to the ceremony room. “Why, Coriolanus Snow, Y/N Crane,” a girl their age with raven hair called out, catching their attention.

“Clemmie,” Coryo and Y/N nodded.

“Are you sweating Coryo?”

“It’s reaping day,” Coryo explained. “We gave the driver the morning off.”

“Uh,” the girl, Clemmie, let out. “That ingrate should be begging to chauffeur you around today. Just don’t forget. I was your class partner while you and Y/N are gloating over the prize.”

“Prize, please.” Coryo let out. “I just want to serve Panem.” Coryo explained, eyes lingering at the buffet of food.

“Hungry?” Clemmie asked.

“Cook served steak for breakfast,” Coryo explained, Y/N knew it was a lie but went along with it. “We had to throw half out.”

“Shame on you, Coryo. Don’t you know that they’re starving in the districts?” Clemmie stated. “Good luck. Not that you’ll need it,” she said, walking away, as Y/N and Coryo made their way to a group of their friends.

“Oh, Y/N,” Arachne let out, making Y/N tighten her grip on Coryo. “Good to see you finally made it. How’s your face?”

“How’s yours?” Y/N spat back, with a fake smile on her face.

“Finally the star pupil,” Arachne said to Coryo, pretending not to hear her sister. “That’s a snazzy shirt. What are those buttons, tessare?”

“Huh,” Coryo let out. “That’s why they remind me of the maid’s bathroom.”

“Have you tried this lamb?” Felix asked. “It’s scandals.”

“Only the vulgar eat with their fingers, Felix.” Festus lets out.

“And who refers to lamb as ‘scandals?’” Y/N added. 

“What,” Festus threw out. “Daddy not teach you table manners?”

“Maybe he would have if he wasn’t so busy running the country. Hey, they called us here for the Plinth Prize right? Because I heard that Dr. Gaul’s in the building.”

“She’s probably just here because it’s also Reeping day,” Y/N explained, rubbing her free hand on Coryo’s arm in an attempt to calm him.

“Plinth.” Felix trails on. “I mean look at his spawn. Who would’ve thought that you could buy your way into the capital.” 

Y/N went to say something, but was stopped but Coryo putting his hand on hers that had stopped rubbing his arm. 

“Well you can’t buy class,” Festus explained. “Did you see his mother’s outfit? Sorry his ‘Ma’s.’”

“Dress a turnip in a ball gown, and it’ll still beg to be mashed.”

“Coryo,” Y/N whispered looking up at him.

“Don’t do that,” Arachne ordered. “We all know that you like him. And we all know that your little pet does too.”

Coryo tensed up as he held Y/N tighter to him. “First of all, she is not my ‘pet’ , she is my girlfriend. And your twin, but clearly she got the better looks. Now as for Sejanus. I don’t like him, Arachne. I tolerate him. He’s district. Just don’t encourage him.”

“Okay, sure,” Arachne breathed. 

“I hear one more time how immoral these Hunger Games are, I’ll put him in the arena mys…” Festus was cut off by Sejanus walking up to them and standing in between Festus Coryo. “Sejanus, you made it to the Reaping for once.”

“And you made it to graduation, Festus. We’re both shocked.” Sejanus replied, making both Y/N and Coryo laugh.

“Spill it,” Arachne ordered. “Who won the prize?”

“Oh no,” Sejanus let out. “I’m not gonna ruin my father’s big day. No one here actually likes him, but they do love his money. You know what that’s like, don’t you, Arachne?”

  Y/N had to hide her face in Coryo’s arm as she bit down the laugh growing at her sister's face. 

“Funny,” Arachne squeaked. 

The music started playing and everyone made their way to their seats. 

“Hey listen,” Sejunas whispered as they took their seats. Y/N in between Sejanus and Coryo. “Um, I know you have high hopes for this. But there is no prize today. Not anymore. I’m so sorry. For both of you,” Sejanus asked, looking at Y/N, who gripped onto her boyfriend's hand as tight as she could.

“What?” Coryo asked, but was cut off by Dr. Gaul walking to the podium. 

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