#Tinkerbell fanfiction

[knoepfl]

A Tinker’s Heart

Characters: Bobble, Reader (You), Clank (briefly), other fairies (mentioned)

Trigger Warnings: none

Masterlist

Words: 944

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Pixie Hollow was buzzing with excitement. A new fairy had arrived—you. Every fairy had gathered to greet you when you were born from the first laugh of a baby, but your talent had taken some time to reveal itself. Now that you knew you were a Tinker Fairy, you’d finally joined the workshop to meet the other tinker fairies properly.

You hovered nervously near the entrance, your wings fluttering softly. The room was full of gears, half-finished contraptions, and cheerful chaos, with fairies darting around, tinkering and chatting. You felt a little overwhelmed, wondering if you’d fit in with all this energy and noise.

Then, someone flew up to you with a bright smile and sparkling blue eyes hidden behind round glasses. His red hair was messy, his wings shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the windows, and he wore a leafy vest that looked just a little crooked.

“Hiya! You must be the new fairy!” he exclaimed, his Irish accent warm and welcoming. “The name’s Bobble! So glad you’re joinin’ the workshop!”

You smiled shyly, feeling the weight of your nerves lift just a little at his friendly demeanor. “Hi, Bobble. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, miss!” He gave a little bow mid-air, nearly bumping into a floating gear. “Oops! Sorry about that! I get a bit excitable, you see.”

You giggled, and Bobble’s heart skipped a beat at the sound. There was something in your soft, nervous laugh that tugged at him, and he found himself wanting to make you smile again.

“Here, let me show you around!” Bobble said, motioning for you to follow him. “We’ve got all kinds of gadgets and gizmos, and Clank—he’s my best mate—well, he’s around here somewhere…”

As he led you through the workshop, pointing out various contraptions with animated excitement, you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. He talked a mile a minute, jumping from one project to the next, but somehow you found it endearing rather than overwhelming.

“And this here’s our latest project—an automatic flower picker!” Bobble announced proudly, holding up a small, clunky device. It promptly whirred to life, misfiring a petal straight at his face.

You gasped. “Are you okay?”

Bobble blinked, cross-eyed, as the petal stuck to the tip of his nose. Then he burst out laughing. “Happens every time!”

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, your worries melting away in the sound of his joy.

As the days passed, you found yourself growing more comfortable in the workshop, thanks largely to Bobble’s kindness. He was always there to help you with tricky gears or to cheer you up when something went wrong. He was sweet, funny, and unlike anyone you’d ever met.

And slowly, without realizing it, Bobble began to fall for you.

It wasn’t just the way you laughed at his jokes or the way your wings shimmered when you were focused on a project. It was the way you saw him—not just as a quirky fairy who was always smiling, but as someone with a heart.

He tried to tell himself it was just a little crush, but every time you smiled at him, his heart fluttered like a butterfly’s wings.

One day, you were both working together on a flower-basket delivery system. Bobble was explaining how the mechanism worked when you leaned in just a bit too close, your wings brushing against his.

Bobble froze, his cheeks turning pink. “Um, right! So, the… the gears go here, and the—oh, pixie dust, what was I sayin'?”

You giggled at his flustered state. “I think you were saying the basket gets stuck sometimes?”

“Ah, right! Yes! That’s exactly what I was sayin'!” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

For a moment, the two of you just hovered there, the unfinished basket forgotten. The air between you felt warm, filled with unspoken feelings and fluttering wings.

“Bobble?” you asked softly, tilting your head. “Are you okay?”

He cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses nervously. “I—um, well, you see, it’s just that… I, uh…”

You waited patiently, your gaze kind and encouraging.

“Oh, fiddlesticks,” he muttered under his breath. Then, with a burst of courage, he blurted out, “I think you’re the most brilliant fairy I’ve ever met, and I’d really like it if—if we could spend more time together, outside of all this tinkerin'.”

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, Bobble feared he’d said the wrong thing. But then you smiled—a soft, genuine smile that made his heart soar.

“I’d like that too, Bobble,” you said gently.

His face lit up like the first star of the evening. “Really? Oh, that’s wonderful!”

Without thinking, he flew forward and wrapped you in a warm, enthusiastic hug. You laughed, your wings fluttering happily as you hugged him back.

When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with a grin that could’ve lit up the whole workshop. “I, uh… I’ve never done this before, but…”

Before he could overthink it, he leaned in and pressed a quick, feather-light kiss to your cheek. His wings buzzed nervously as he pulled back, his cheeks flushed.

You blinked in surprise, then smiled. “That was sweet.”

Bobble let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Well, I figured… if I didn’t kiss you now, I’d probably just keep trippin’ over me words forever.”

You laughed softly, feeling your heart warm at his adorable awkwardness. “You’re perfect just the way you are, Bobble.”

His grin widened, his heart soaring higher than ever. And in that moment, surrounded by gears and gadgets and a little bit of magic, everything felt exactly right.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading! Bobble’s quirky personality makes him such a fun character to write, and I loved giving him a chance to show his sweet, romantic side. I hope you enjoyed this lighthearted little love story between two Tinker Fairies!

[lilliths-not-just-httyd-blog]

The fast flying fairy Anemone was rendered largely unfit for flight after an accident some years ago. She generally came to terms with everything that happened and has been trying to live peacefully as a garden fairy ever since. But peace never lasts, and Anemone soon finds history repeating itself in all the worst ways.

[carotain]

Ghoap in Pixie Hollow (AU)

Soap beheld the huge fairy, a Scout fairy by the looks of it, and stopped in his tracks. His hands and arms were full of his earlier experiment with what he called explosives- His whole body tensed, wings stiff as he surveyed this massive bulk of a fairy, wings almost too small for his massive frame, and yet, Soap wasn't too far behind the fairy in size himself. "Clarion on a stick-" He muttered before he finally dumbed the debris and whatever was leftover of his experiment onto the table.

"Goin' smoothly, then?" The Scout fairy asked in a low rumble, gesturing with a vague nod towards what was inevitably, a pile of junk. Soap just stood still for a moment, he had never seen this fairy before and he had the audacity-- "Aye aye, goin' real smooth, canae ye see tha'?" He grumbled and sorted the junk he had on the table. Some of it could be reused, some of it... wasn't that lucky. Soap striaghtened his shoulders and picked up a sharp metal-like object and pointed at the Scout fairy- He was pretty, blonde hair, trimmed not too long ago by the looks of it- scars on his face, neck and arms, big hands which bore the evidence of hard work... Soap cleared his throat and looked to the eyes of the other fairy across from his worktable. "Who are ye anyway?" He asked, his brows furrowing as he looked at the other fairy's chestnut brown eyes- He had to keep his wits about him, couldn't let his mind falter, even if he might have done too much work lately.

"Ghost," Said the Scout, his tone even and rumbly as he surveyed the workingspace Soap called his own, hands slack at his sides. "Sae ye're juist goinna stand thare, lookin at me?" Soap asked incredulously, eyeing Ghost suspiciously. And to Soap's surprise Ghost's eyebrow quirked in what seemed to be amusement, or at least, he hoped it was- before his face became unreadable once more. "Just had to see what the fuss was about, the tinker fairy making things explode just seemed ridiculous... It still is," Ghost said deadpanned and stared at Soap for a while longer before turning around and taking off to- to... Clarion knows where-

"Mate... it's the middle of the night innit...?" Gaz yawned as Soap barged through the door, the vines groaning as it struggled to keep the oval wood from falling to the floor. "Early morning, if ya think aboot it-" Soap said as he took a seat on Gaz's couch, the daffodil offering a sweet respite from the mushroom chairs at his workspace. He let out a sigh, a content one before he regained his composure. "Ye wonae believe whit happened tae me today-" Soap started and gaz lazily flew over and fell down in a chair across from the other tinker fairy. "Ye blew yerself up again, didn't ya?" Gaz asked, his eyes drifting closed for a second before he opened them again, sinking further into his chair. Soap scoffed, unbelievable- "Obviosly-! BUT- This giant scout fairy found me today-" He started and Gaz held up a hand. "Soap, mate, I love ya, but I'm really not in the mood for one of ya stories again-" "Na, na! it's no a story, it's the truth! he juist stood thare, lookin at me before A demandit tae know wha he wis an aw he says was- "Ghost" in this deep, rumply voice an A just- Gaz, are ye e'en listening?" Soap asked as he noticed his friend sink further into the daffodil cushions. "Yeah mate, jus' knackered is all," Gaz yawned and made himself stand up, adjusting his pajamas shirt. "Why don't ye just find this guy and ask him why he sought ye out, there must be a reason there."

Soap nodded and stood up as well, groaning softly as he stretched out his back and his wings. "Aye, I might just do that, thank ye Gaz, and sleep well- Ah'll see meself out," He smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder before flying out of the house. He had a mission tomorrow, and he wasn't gonna let it fail.

[heymoon177]

Silvermist

I decided to redesign silvermist 🙂

[angrycloudloud]

I'm laughing a lot writing a pjo au about Arcane which was inspired by @hemlocketrove fanart. It's not following the plot of the books or the fanart, and i don't know if i'll ever post It because i'm not sure if i'll ever finish it, but if i do... i'll say It over here on Tumblr as happy as if i dicovered a new civilation.

The reason why i'm laughing so hard writing it's because i decided Viktor's inter monologue is dramatic as fuck while his dialogue is the most "i don't like to talk to people" i've ever write. Because in this au he is sixteen thinking the worst of himself because he has a weak leg, scoliosis and asthma despite being a "powerful demigod" he feels less than the rest of the camp and hates going there buuuuuuut then comes Jayce Who is literally build like a greek statue, he is one year younger and instead of ignoring Viktor he decides that Viktor is the coolest person alive and Viktor is going to be his forge/lab partner... Soooo Jayce starts following Viktor around like a duckling. And Viktor doesn't understand why Jayce, of all people, thinks he is cool enough to follow him everywhere and try to be his friend.

Like on @hemlocketrove 's fanart and Viktor is a son of Athena and Jayce is a son of Hephaestus. But because i wanted to write about other characters of Arcane i made a headcanon list with all their godly parents and ages. If you want to know more you can ask (i love to talk about these things.) because i don't know if i'll ever write enough to post It.

Oh! And i'm doing the chapters from different point of views each, more or less, so some are write from Viktor's point of view, others Jayce, i think i'll write a couple from Mel, Caitlyn and Vi perspective... I don't know i'm just having fun.

Edit: i posted It, it's on the re-posts.

[alignmentsinfavoroffandoms]

What gender writes the most fanfiction?

[albszsstuff]

Anna "Annie" Caly, the animal fairy. (OC)

She is funny, spontaneous, energetic and not at all quiet. She loves to talk, and if you let her she will keep talking until tomorrow. She is adorable! and just wants to make friends!

(yes, she is from the Disney Fairies universe)

Anna is a character I created for an interactive story a while back, I reread her character sheet these days and I HAD to draw her! Fun fact: her appearance is inspired by Anne With An E!! (because I was obsessed with that series)

I particularly like this OC, but don't expect much from her here. After all, only gods know how difficult it was to make the wings (it seems easy now, but before it took me hours to get a good result).

and that's it, see you guys soon!! ♡

[disneyfairiesparadise]

Okay guys, there’s this one deleted fanfiction I remember reading back in the day that I REALLY want to find again. I’m fairly certain it was posted after Secret of the Wings came out but before the Pirate Fairy, since I’m fairly certain Zarina wasn’t in it. Here’s some more info via a forum post I did:

I remember most of the exact plot and most of the title. I don't remember the author, but the story was either called "Words of the Heart" or "Words From the Heart" and it's about Lizzie, who is under peer pressure from her friend Mary (who later becomes the mother of Wendy, Michael, and John) and to make her happy, declares that she doesn't believe in fairies. Well, as I'm sure you all know, whenever someone says that, a fairy somewhere dies. And according to the healing talents in Pixie Hollow, the fairy usually affected is one that the particular human has seen, which as we all know, is Tinkerbell! She at the moment is playing a game of fairy tag (I think) with her friends when she feels an unbearable pain in her stomach and her wings glow red.

Periwinkle, who is delivering winter to the mainland and actually witnesses Lizzie saying that, feels the pain and experiences the red light as well, but it quickly fades. She realizes that Tinkerbell must be dying! By now, Tinkerbell is at the hospital, and the healing talents say that the human who saw her must not have been sincere with her words. Sadly, it only prolongs the inevitable: Tinkerbell WILL die. Vidia goes to the mainland to get Lizzie and to convey the seriousness of the situation through charades (and in doing so Mary sees her as well,) and once they understand, they head to Neverland. Meanwhile, Peri has found a spell that will save her sister, but at the cost of her own life. She goes to Tinkerbell, performs the spell, and dies. Tink wakes up and sobs over her sister's body.

By then, the two humans have reached Pixie Hollow, and it is thanks to Mary's belief in her heart that fairies are real, that Peri comes back to life. We also learn that Queen Clarion also had a sister who died due to using that spell as well to save her! The final chapter, (which I think is either nine or ten,) is a diary page from Mary, who has now grown up, affirming her continued belief in fairies. Do any of you know who wrote it, or if they reposted it somewhere else?

[gabriel-xander]

Some banger screenshots of my Twisted Wonderland x Female!Reader fan-fiction: Sausage Party!

Links will be included at the bottom! 🫃🫃🫵🫵🍌🍌🫶💙

If I have successfully managed to woo your ass, please consider checking out the full (incomplete but a work in progress) story!!

As of now, it is on Hiatus, but there are 128 chapters for you to read in the meantime! I hope you can give it a chance!

Wattpad

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Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46067605/chapters/115964152

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[tinkersclankandbobble]

Im having a lot of fun with this rough draft im working on, but I realize I don’t have enough creative not-swears. Like I know Bobble uses “splinters” and “snail-brain” but I can’t think of a time Clank used a not-swear in the movies, so I kind of just have him say stuff like “stars above” like he did in patient.

But I also feel like there could be more talent related not-swears like when Rosetta said “you scared the petals right off of me!” But I’ll be honest, I do have trouble thinking of them sometimes. So if anyone has any talent based not-swears, feel free to send them to me 😅😅😅

[knoepfl]

Hello! I hope you are well. I absolutely adored your Bobble fic it was so freaking cute. Sadly there are not enough writers who write for him. I never requested an imagine so I hope it is okay if I ask you if you could write another Bobble fic. Maybe where he likes y/n but is too shy to admit it because he thinks he is not good enough (maybe because she is not a Tinker or whatever you like). And his friends have to encourage him to confess and a sweet kiss scene at the end! If you don't want to do it then it's fine, I understand :)

Greetings from Germany ^.^

Heyy! Thank you so much for this request! I love writing for Bobble and I do not really have any ideas anymore so I'm very happy to see people like him. ^^ I had a lot of fun writing this and I also feel very special to know I'm the first one to recieve a request from you and to know I have people from Germany who like my writing! I'm also from Germany so I say: vielen Dank und ich hoffe du schreibt noch mehr Ideen! <3

Shy and Sweet

Characters:

• Bobble – A shy and inventive Tinker Fairy who struggles with self-doubt but is deeply caring and devoted. He expresses his feelings through his inventions rather than words.

• Reader (Garden Fairy) – A kind, warm-hearted Garden Fairy with a love for plants and a gentle, shy nature. She admires Bobble but fears she is imagining his feelings.

• Tinker Bell – Bobble’s supportive but slightly mischievous friend who pushes him to confess his feelings. She acts as a motivator and comic relief.

• Clank – Bobble’s best friend, well-meaning but not very subtle. Encourages Bobble and adds humor to the story.

Trigger Warnings:

• Low self-esteem/Self-doubt – Bobble struggles with feelings of inadequacy, believing he is not good enough for the Garden Fairy.

• Mild anxiety – Both characters experience nervousness and insecurity when confessing their feelings.

• Mentions of spying (for comedic effect) – Tinker Bell and Clank eavesdrop on Bobble’s confession, though it is portrayed humorously.

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Words: 1454

---- Bobble had always believed that every fairy had a purpose. Tinker fairies built, fixed, and invented—working behind the scenes to ensure Pixie Hollow functioned smoothly. That was his role, and he loved it.

But when it came to her, the fairy he admired more than anything, he felt completely and utterly useless.

She wasn’t a Tinker. She was a Garden Fairy, full of warmth and grace, with soil-stained hands that somehow made her even more beautiful. Every time she laughed, it was like the first light of dawn breaking through the trees. Bobble had never been very good with words, but if he could build something to capture the way she made him feel, it would be the most delicate, most breathtaking invention he had ever created.

The problem was… he wasn’t brave enough to tell her.

And so, he showed his feelings in the only way he knew how.

Whenever she struggled with something—like carrying heavy bags of seeds or finding a way to water delicate sprouts without crushing them—Bobble would show up with an invention. A specially crafted seed dispenser, a tiny sprinkler that mimicked raindrops, a sun-powered lantern for her late-night gardening. Each time, she would smile so brightly at him, and he’d feel like his wings might stop working altogether.

But that was enough, right? Just seeing her happy?

At least, that’s what he told himself—until Tinker Bell found out.

“You like her?”

Bobble nearly dropped the handful of gears he had been holding. He turned to see Tinker Bell standing behind him, arms crossed, eyebrows raised in knowing amusement.

“W-what? Who?” Bobble stammered, fumbling with his goggles.

Tink rolled her eyes. “Come on, Bobble. You’re always making her little gifts. You get all flustered whenever she’s around. You’re in love with her.”

Bobble swallowed hard. The words made his heart stutter.

“I-I wouldn’t say love, exactly,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just… she’s amazin’, Tink. She’s got this way of makin’ everything feel brighter, like the whole of Pixie Hollow is just a wee bit warmer when she’s around.”

Tink’s expression softened. “So why haven’t you told her?”

Bobble sighed and turned back to his worktable, fiddling with a small, half-finished pendant made from tiny silver gears.

“Because she deserves someone… better.” His voice was quieter now. “Someone who knows how to say all the right things. Not just some clumsy Tinker with big glasses and—”

“Bobble.” Tinker Bell placed a firm hand on his shoulder, cutting him off. “You are good enough. She already likes you—you’re just too scared to see it.”

Bobble blinked at her. “You really think so?”

Tink smirked. “I know so.”

Clank, who had been listening in the background, suddenly clapped Bobble on the back so hard he nearly toppled over. “Go tell her, mate! Or I will!”

Bobble’s wings twitched nervously. Tell her?

Could he really do that?

That evening, as the sky melted into hues of pink and lavender, Bobble found her near the Pixie Dust Tree. She was kneeling by a patch of moonflowers, gently coaxing the delicate petals open with the soft glow of pixie dust.

His heart hammered in his chest.

“You always make that look so easy,” he said before he could lose his nerve.

She turned, smiling at him. “Bobble! What brings you here?”

He hesitated, then stepped forward, clutching the small pendant he had been working on all day.

“I, uh, I made somethin’ for you,” he said, holding it out with trembling fingers.

She took it carefully, eyes widening as she examined the intricate silver petals. “Bobble, it’s beautiful.”

Bobble swallowed hard. His pulse pounded in his ears. This was it.

“I—there’s somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ to say,” he admitted, voice shaking. “I—I like you. A lot. I have for a long time.”

Silence stretched between them. His hands clenched into fists, bracing for rejection.

But then, she smiled. That smile. The one that made him feel like he was flying even when his feet were on the ground.

“Oh, Bobble…” She stepped closer, reaching for his hands. “I like you too.”

Bobble’s breath hitched. “You do?”

Instead of answering, she leaned in, pressing a soft, warm kiss to his cheek.

His entire body went still. His wings fluttered wildly, his goggles nearly slipping off his nose. Somewhere in the distance, Clank let out a loud whoop, and Tink’s laughter rang through the air.

Bobble barely heard them. All he could focus on was the fairy in front of him, smiling at him, choosing him.

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Bobble’s heart pounded as she pulled away, her soft lips still lingering on his cheek in the form of a warm, fluttery sensation. His wings twitched so fast he thought he might lift off the ground without meaning to.

She had kissed him.

She liked him.

His mouth opened, but no words came out. His brain had completely stopped working.

She must have noticed, because she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let out a nervous little laugh. “U-um… was that okay?”

Bobble blinked rapidly, his face heating up. “Okay? I—uh—I mean, aye, it was more than okay! It was—” He let out a high-pitched laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just—uh—wow.”

Her cheeks turned a soft pink as she fidgeted with the pendant he had given her. “I’ve been hoping you’d tell me how you felt for a while…” she admitted shyly, looking down at the little silver flower in her hands. “But I didn’t want to say anything first. I was worried maybe I was imagining it.”

Bobble’s jaw nearly dropped. “You were worried?”

She nodded, her wings fluttering nervously. “You’re so talented, Bobble. Always inventing these amazing things, helping everyone… I thought maybe you just saw me as a friend.”

Bobble felt like his heart might burst. “Oh, lass,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea.”

Before he could stop himself, he gently took her hands in his, squeezing them as he looked into her eyes. “I’ve liked you for so long. I just thought you deserved someone… someone better than a clumsy Tinker like me.”

She gasped softly, shaking her head. “Bobble, don’t say that.”

His breath hitched as she took a small step closer. “You’re kind,” she whispered. “And clever. And you always know how to make me smile.” Her fingers curled around his. “I don’t want someone else.”

Bobble felt like his wings had stopped working entirely.

Then, as if realizing how bold she had just been, she suddenly looked away, cheeks burning. “I-I mean, um… if you still like me, that is…”

Bobble let out a breathless chuckle, his heart swelling with adoration. “Aye. I still like you,” he murmured, barely believing this was real.

She peeked up at him through her lashes, and something about the way she looked—so shy, yet so happy—made Bobble’s heart skip a beat.

Before he could even think about it, he lifted her hand and pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to her knuckles.

She gasped, eyes going wide, and Bobble immediately panicked. “Oh! Was that—was that too much? Did I—”

But she only giggled, hiding her face behind her hands as her wings fluttered wildly. “N-no! I just… I wasn’t expecting that…”

Bobble grinned, feeling a new sense of confidence bubble up in his chest. “Good surprise, then?”

She peeked at him through her fingers, her smile soft and full of warmth. “The best.”

A loud CRASH suddenly sounded from the bushes behind them, making both of them jump.

Bobble turned just in time to see Clank stumble out from behind a tree, looking sheepish. Tinker Bell hovered beside him, arms crossed, shaking her head.

“Oops,” Clank muttered, his large hands fumbling to straighten his vest. “Didn’t mean to fall outta the bush.”

Bobble groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Were you spyin’ on us?”

Tinker Bell smirked, not looking the least bit guilty. “Spying is a strong word. I’d call it… making sure you didn’t back out.”

Clank beamed. “And makin’ sure ya finally kissed!”

Bobble’s face turned bright red. “I didn’t kiss—” He stopped, glancing at the fairy beside him, who was now covering her mouth to stifle a giggle.

Tinker Bell raised an eyebrow. “Not yet.”

Bobble’s heart practically stopped. His eyes darted back to the girl next to him, and to his surprise, her own cheeks were red as well.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, shyly, hesitantly, she reached for his hand again.

Bobble’s breath caught.

And as she leaned in—closer, closer—he finally let his eyes flutter shut.

And when her lips softly brushed his, it was more magical than anything he could have ever invented. ----

[writing-in-strawberry-fields]

Acotar/Azriel Girlies.

Would you read a Secret of the Wings AU Azriel x Reader??? where Reader is from day court and has wings made of light so she can’t go out at night especially to the night court. Blah Blah Blah she has a history with Azriel. Basically secret of the wings (the tinker bell movie 💀) but Acotar?

[genevieveskingdom]

Pixie Party 🪩

If I didn't know that Zarina poisoned them with her alchemistic pixie dust, I would think that they're having a hardcore party with disco lights and deep house accompaniment 😂😂🪩

Let's imagine this scenario 🤣 (Take it with humour please 🤭)

Sunflower: "Hey Hyacinth, you wanna dance?"

Hyacinth: "Me?? Hell no!"

Sunflower: "Come on, Cinthirella! It's just a daaaance!"

Hyacinth: "Wha- what did you call me?? Cinthirella? I am not a princess!!"

Sunflower: "Oh, yes you are, dear love! And now don't be such a wuss and join me!"

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Redleaf: humming some melody

After a while...

Redleaf: "I think I am gonna leave."

The voice in his head: "If Sunflower finds out, you'll get busted. She hates when fellas are missing fun."

Redleaf: "Who said I'm gonna miss the fun? The real fun begins tomorrow morning when I'll see Hyacinth having pixie dust hangover and I'll send pictures of him to Pixie Hollow's best junkyard media. The money I'll get from it, that'll be the fun!!"

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Milori: dancing with Clarion "Wow, Clarion, your dress lights up!"

Clarion: "You know why?"

Milori: "Hmmm, because you're the most beautiful fairy and the most accomplished dancer out there?"

Clarion: laughs "Oh no! It's because I started running a secret factory on firefly light. You catch some fireflies, suck the light out of them and voilà you've got the fluorescent light for your dress!"

Milori: ... "I thought you were peaceful."

Clarion: winks "There are so many things you don't know about me, frostbite!"

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Fairy Mary: "...MY PARTY, YOUR PARTY, EVERYBODY JOIN THE PARTY!!!!!!!"

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The next morning...

Sunflower: walks clumsily "Oh, Cinthy, you know how sweet you actually are? I have never told ya, but I pretty like you, eh."

Hyacinth: "But me, I have no reason to like you. Not after yesterday. If I accidentally didn't switch the glasses I would end up like you - completely smashed. Was it your plan all along? To let others make fun of me?!--"

Sunflower: "Wha-? Of course not, or maybe yeah? I don't remember.- Oh look, there are some flying mushrooms... I'm gonna catch them!"

Redleaf: hidden in the bush "Holy autumn! This won't do. Sunflower is on the front page every Friday, I needed the uptight Hyacinth to bring me some action! Now I missed the bucks and my dream to fly to the Mainland, buy a mansion on Costa Rica and leave this preindustrial village full of sentimental bugs for good!!!"

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Okay, they're hilariously out of character! 🙈 Sunflower the party animal, Milori the dumb boyfriend, Clarion the secret villain and Redleaf the antihero, I have no idea how it happened. 😅😂🙈

[lisavetbathory]

To please his best friend Lily; Louis hires Lestat to play piano in his coffee shop.

"...To be here, it feels like a sort of destiny - doesn’t it?” From the corner of his eye he could see Lily nodding. Louis instead released a dry chuckle, the same kind he would when a bug-eyed sixteen year old came in solely to present him with a thin resume; no purchase made, coffee or otherwise. Easy misplaced flattery all the same. “Hope you’re better with the piano.” Lestat smiled, accepting a challenge. “I certainly am.”

hiiii i started working on this one weekend very fast, and got too excited to share so it's going to be multiple parts. ❤️

[dewdewick]

Shadows in the dust | Chapter 1

Pairing/s: Finnick Odair x fem reader

Summary: At the age of 18 you thought you’d soon be free of the hunger games, unfortunately fate has a different plan. You are picked as a tribute for district 2 and thrust into capitol life.

Warning/s: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Trust issues, Death, Torture, Mental illnesses, manipulation tactics, Weapons, Swearing, Canon typical violence, Mentions of psychological distress, Use of Y/N, Fem reader, descriptions of clothing reader wears, explicit descriptions of weapon use, mentions of Avoxes, bad descriptions of capitol technology

A/N: Sorry this is late! I have Covid at the moment so I’m bedridden for the time being. Thank you SO SO much to my Beta Beans / @mjbeans they were such a huge help in writing this. I’ll probably post a few more art pieces soon of readers outfits I’ve described, let me know what you think of those. If you have any comments I’d love to see them!! Also let me know if I should start a tag list when I start the masterlist!

Word count: 5.6k

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A sharp knocking awoke her with a start. She sat up in bed and looked around groggily in the dark before she heard a shrill voice at the door. “ Darling you must be up at breakfast! We have a schedule to keep!” Furisha lamented through the door. She flopped back in bed and stared at the ceiling; the capitol had spared no expense on the room, ornate gold trim lined the crown molding. Fleur de lis lining the corners and retreating out with a flourish. The room was dark, the clock next to her bed reading 5:30am.

She studied the detail on the ceiling for a moment before hauling herself out of the duvet's warm embrace and grabbing the remote she had set aside the night prior. She dismissed the sounds she had playing and switched the window back to its normal display. Turning on the lights she looked at the rumpled duvet. The book she had fallen asleep with was still open, flipped to a random page and abandoned on the covers of the large bed. She picked it up and closed it gently, running her fingers over the fabric cover in memory. She set the book on the nightstand and crossed the room to quickly ready herself. She dressed in a simple loose blue henley and black pants, the upcoming tribute parade would surely rid her of the comfortable outfit after breakfast. Brushing her hair and teeth quickly she looked in the mirror, deciding she didn’t really care what she looked like for breakfast.

She made her way out of the automatic door and meandered down the hallway to the dining room. Finch perked up as he saw her, still clad in his pajamas. Apparently he had come to the same conclusion about attire. “Mornin’ sunshine” he teased as she offered a small smile. “Good morning” she yawned, sitting down at the large dining table and pulling her legs up to her chest. She took the steaming mug of hot chocolate already prepared for her, sipping on it and humming with delight. Furisha grinned “you two are adorable! I can already see the headlines!” she all but cheered. Y/N frowned into her mug, ah yes the headlines about one or both of them dying despite being such good friends…how wonderful. What a fine way to start the morning, thinking of death and grief. She suppressed a roll of her eyes as she took a meat and cheese pastry and set it on her plate along with some fruit.

“Are you two ready for today? All eyes will be on you.” Enobaria asked, sipping her coffee. Finch leaned forward, setting his mug down. He looked tired, he had definitely been thinking of the morning to come. “Hebe told me that we’ll be coming out second, and that we have to make a good impression as a team since so many others are coming out after us.” he said looking over at Y/N. “Our first impression needs to be the best one we make. Any ideas for how we can do that?” he asked, plucking a grape off her plate and popping it into his mouth. She couldn't help but let a small smile come to her face, this guy was a total dork.

“I'm sure Aerith will.” she shivered at the name of the old woman. “But knowing the capitol it has the be something big and eye catching.” She added. His stylist “Hebe” sounded much more laid back from what he had told her and she had seen at dinner the night prior. Unfortunately she seemed to be destined for a rather cutthroat approach rather than “nice”. Finch nodded, stealing another grape and looking at their mentors. “Any advice for us?” He asked, “I want to get noticed as soon as I can. I’m not going for subtle.” Brutus crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair and looked at his fellow mentor, “It depends on how far you're willing to go” he spoke cryptically. Y/N couldn’t help but feel her stomach sink at the words.

The two tributes discussed the parade with their mentors throughout breakfast, coming up with a few different strategies for stardom. The safety of childhood seemed to be all gone, the only things left being survival and with that fame. Soon enough breakfast was cut short, and they were being dressed for the event in the underbelly of the long strip or road where they would soon appear.

Aerith tugged different fabrics over Y/Ns body, settling and pinning them in place. She wore an asymmetrical dress with a red gradient down the tulle ruffled bodice. Small gems where added and glinted in the light. Aerith pulled a shimmering organza fabric over her head as a hood, letting the tendrils trail behind her in a silken cape. The hood was pinned into her hair as it was picked at by some very bored looking hairstylists. She was attacked by a group of makeup artists at the same time. Glitter, eyeliner and red lipstick smeared onto her face to perfection,her skin felt heavy with all of the products placed onto it. Heeled boots were fitted to her feet assuring she stood tall and proud and she was returned to Aerith, inspected by the old woman and given unwanted remarks about her stance, posture and body.

Aerith smiled at her work as she forced her human canvas into an uncomfortable position, looking Y/N over and once again tugging on bits of fabric. “You look devine my dear” she complemented “If you somehow manage to survive I plan to make you my muse.” She said with another unsettling smile. Y/N managed a small smile and a soft yet uncomfortable thanks to her stylist before the old woman led her to the carriages. “Stay here until you're told to mount up, I'll come meet you.” Aertith instructed, turning to go god knows where. The small woman meandered off through the crowd, leaving her young ward alone.

Y/N stood awkwardly next to the chariot, the sickly sweet aroma of the white roses decorating it floating through the air. The scent reminded her of Furisha, too much all at once. She took a moment to admire her surroundings, the other tributes were just as ornately dressed as she was. They stood tall and stiff, she wondered if they felt as nervous as she did. She noted the girl from district 1 appearing almost 6’ feet tall, she was being nitpicked by Cashmere at that moment. The boy by her side was easily the size of Finch, broad and tall with blue eyes and golden hair. The boy caught her eye and winked, she quickly averted her eyes, the interaction making her queasy. She turned her attention to her own chariot once more, looking to the gigantic black horse next to her. The horse chomped at its bit, making small snuffling noises as it waited just like her. She spotted a small table, a bowl of sugar cubes sat atop it. Everything has to be perfect in the capitol, down to the details of a table that would be left untouched. Looking around to make sure Aerith wasn't around to catch her she made a dash for the bowl.

She snatched it and hurried back to her post, smiling as she took a cube in her perfectly manicured red fingernails. She sat the cube in her palm, gingerly offering it to the horse by her side. The horse ate the cube greedily, looking to her to ask for more. She giggled to herself at the actions of the animal, taking another and giving it to him before offering one to his partner as well. Both horses ate the sugar cubes happily as she pet their muzzles, necks and ears.

She was reminded of the horses she had gotten to know in her village, she missed the whinnies on the street and the tricks a few of them knew for treats. She missed the hustle of the town square, the twinkling lights from the shops and the smells from the restaurants and bakeries. Her village was populated mostly by horse drawn carriages, cars being a luxury only reserved for the capitol and few in district 1. The horse in front of her nudged her shoulder and she broke from her sorrowful trance, petting his soft fur with the offer of yet another sugar cube.

“You seem good with them” A male voice spoke, snapping her from her thoughts and causing a shiver to run down her spine. Her ears perked up in curiosity and with a raise of her brows she peered around the animal to see who addressed her.

A young man stood there, a few sugar cubes of his own in his hand. He offered a small grin, dimples peeking out and highlighting his sea-green eyes and handsome face. She recognized him a bit, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly where they had met. “I like horses.” she said softly in response to his compliment, feeling a bit shy at the smile of the gorgeous man in front of her. “I do too, but unfortunately you'll only be seeing them at this event.” He said with a wink, he fed her horse a cube, petting its nose. obviously he knew she was a tribute. Was he one too? If so, why did he look so familiar? She had seen those wind blown bronze waves before somewhere but she couldn’t pinpoint when or how.

“That's too bad, I was hoping to get one as a gift from sponsors or Caesar Flickerman.” she said, laughing a bit at her own dumb joke. He laughed too, placing one toned arm on his hip, his green dress shirt bunching up at his elbow. “ you know I-” he started before being cut off. A male voice came over the speakers “Tributes mount up, First chariot in 2 minutes. I repeat, Tributes mount up, First chariot in 2.” the man spoke over the intercom. She frowned and pet the horse's muzzle once more, giving him a small kiss on his nose. “Very sweet honey, unfortunately this is where we part ways. I would’ve liked to know more about you.” the boy commented, giving her another award winning smile and offering his hand. She took it and noticed the rough callus of his palms and smooth soft texture of the back of his hand. He led her to the back of the chariot, kissing the top of her wrist softly before slipping from her grasp.

“Until next time sugar.” he said with a flirtatious wink, jogging back to another chariot not in her view. She stood dumbfounded in the spot he left her, she wondered if she would meet him in the arena, Maybe they could be allies. She was quickly thrust back into reality by Aerith poking her with a pin. She gasped at the sudden pain, looking down at the old woman displeased. Finch jogged up with who Y/N assumed to be his stylist Hebe following just behind. She was a small plump woman with strawberry blonde hair and a warm smile.”Aerith leave the poor girl be.” She repremanded. If only Hebe could've been her stylist, she seemed sweet.

Hebe murmured something to Finch and he waved her off, claiming that he already knew the “plan”. Y/N was forced to shrug the interaction off as she looked down at Aerith, the old woman was once again straightening any loose fabric or flyaway hairs to keep herself busy. Finch quickly hopped up onto the chariot, offering a hand to help Y/N up, she gratefully took it. The heels she was in weren't exactly comfortable or chariot friendly. He continued to hold her hand as they waited, his thumb rubbing gently over her knuckles by habit. She noticed his bare arms, the vest he wore matched her dress perfectly, the gradient on his chest melting into the sandy color of his pants. He sported a lightweight scarf similar to her own, the fabric falling behind him in a cape. Aerith and Hebe instructed them to offer big smiles and do their best to seem approachable but prideful. Sponsors wanted any hint of a celebrity attitude more than anything and would pay to see it demonstrated.

After a beat the chariot in front of them moved and theirs followed suit, her grip tightened on both the railing and Finch. she held his arm steadying herself in his grasp. The couple in front of them was thrust into the sunlight, glitter from their outfits and Hair sparkling in the morning sunlight and causing the crowd to scream in delight. Y/N nervously chewed her lip, this was so much pressure to bear. Their coach came out next, the lightweight fabric of their makeshift capes fluttering behind them in the breeze. They both smiled and waved, observing the capitol citizens. The patrons screamed and some even pretended to faint at the sight of them, the dramatics made Y/N laugh to herself. Maybe Furisha was strange to them but compared to these people she could be considered relatively tame. Finch turned to her quickly and spoke in a low voice, “Do you trust me enough to let me pull a stunt?” he suddenly asked.

She froze and thought for a second, did she? What if he made a fool of her to make his chances better? What if he did something that made her look vulnerable or lost her sponsors? She eyed him warily and observed his desperate gaze. “Trust me please?” he whispered in her ear. Finally going against her better judgment she gave in and nodded to him. “Don't embarrass or kill me please” She said as she waited for him to make a move.

He bent down and scooped her up in the air as he had the night before next to the bookshelf. She yelped in surprise and held his shoulder for dear life, her fingernails surely digging into his skin a bit at the unexpected surprise. Her eyes were wide as she perched on his shoulder, trying her best to smile and just focus on anything but falling. The crowd went ballistic, chanting their names and pushing against barricades. These people really were animals of the most dreadful variety.

Finch held an iron grip on her thighs and the chariot's rail as she waved for both of them. Flower bouquets and jewels were thrown to the couple, anything to get a glance from the now extremely popular tributes. It was ridiculous how one small move or show of strength and poise could change the tides in this way. Y/N looked at the banners on the sides of the track, they showed her smiling face and Finch with his now signature grin. She dared to look down at her partner, giving him a wide grin. “Your trick is genius!” she exclaimed over the roar of the crowd. He gave her a toothy grin in response, boysish charm radiating off of him. Turning into a semi-circle, the chariots stopped to view president Snow's annual opening speech. Finch gently reached up and took her waist, settling her down back to the chariot floor, his hand on her lower back afterwards to steady her. She smiled up at him, happy for his quick thinking and little “stunt.”

She could only try her best to take deep breaths and calm her racing heart during the speech, the excitement was a lot to handle in a short amount of time. The ride across the path had only been about 5 minutes but she felt as if she’d run 5 miles due to the adrenaline rush. She didn't really listen to the speech, it was usually the same each year anyway. Instead she looked up at Finch, studying his freckles like constellations. He looked down and offered her a silly smile and she felt happy she had accepted his offer of friendship. He was turning out to be the solace she had been praying for.

The chariots moved back down the tack after the short address to the tributes and she briefly caught the eye of Snow. His gaze made her shiver, she never wanted to be the subject of it again. Something about the president made her uncomfortable, his stare unfeeling. The horses pulled them down the path and she was back where she started not even 20 minutes before. Finch hopped off and took her waist once more, lifting her off the platform of the coach and setting her on the ground. She looked back, whispering her goodbyes to the horses and looking around for the bronze haired stranger who had captured her interest. He could be seen briefly, patting the back of the smaller district 4 boy. So he was a mentor? She watched him smile at the younger boy and couldn't help but melt a bit at how kind his smile looked. “Finnick Odair” Aerith said with a knowing smile as she followed the young woman's gaze.

A light blush dusted her cheeks when she realized she had been caught, and by Aerith no less. She cleared her throat and looked down at her companion. “He seems…nice.” she said innocently and Aerith only smiled wider “he’s a flirtatious man whore but if you like that sort of man more power to you.” She stated coldly before turning her heel and leading the group out of the area. All at once Y/N was again surrounded and ushered away from the concrete tunnel in a hurry. She stole one final glance at the handsome mentor she now knew as “Finnick”, He caught her eye with one last smile and wink before she disappeared down the tunnel.

She and Finch were taken back to their quarters, Photographs were taken and they were once again stripped, washed and dressed in tight jumpsuits. Somehow it wasn't even 11 in the morning but Y/N was exhausted. Furisha excitedly sat them down for an early lunch to discuss what the rest of their day entailed. She gushed over their appearance in the parade not even an hour earlier, squealing over how Caesar Flickerman had called them “favorites this year.”

It was nice to know they had done a good job and already had a stellar reputation but Enobaria soon cut into the squawking rant. “You have to keep in mind that a good reputation this early can also be dangerous. Districts like 1 and 4 will most likely try to pit you two against each other or even ask you to kill the other as a show of loyalty later in the games.” she warned, resting her elbows on the table and leaning forward to continue. “ If you want to continue this alliance you need to be prepared to get backlash from the other tributes.” she continued. Brutus interrupted, sharing the same sentiment “You need to be ready and willing to kill for your partner. You two can decide later if you want to stay together but in the beginning it can be crutial to have your district partner as an ally.” He said with a pointed glance at the two teens who were just trying to eat their lunch.

Y/N spared her mentors an upset glance, she didn’t want to kill anyone however She knew the sentiment would be dismissed the moment it left her lips. Finch just nodded along, unlike her he was a trained killer. His family was well off and sent him to the academy when he turned 10, two years before he was even eligible for the games. “I know neither of you want to kill, you never do before the games.” Enobaria said, especially talking to Y/N “but once it comes down to it, you have to know how. That’s what this afternoon is about, you’ll train on how to survive.” She explained. Y/N took a bite of the sandwich in front of her, the taste distracting her from the stress momentarily.

“Like how to use knives and stuff?” Y/N asked with her mouth full, her words muffled as she ate. Furisha frowned “Young lady-“ she started in a disappointed tone before Brutus interrupted her by barking out a laugh. “Yes, knives and stuff” He laughed. Y/N slid down in her seat munching on her sandwich, a bit embarrassed at her wording.

Lunch was finished quickly, the tributes eager to both experience the training and to scope out the competition. They arrived early to the scheduled training at the insistence of Furisha, something about impressions. Y/N looked around the large gymnasium, there were weapons everywhere she looked. A small patch of artificial forest sat to the side next to a large screen covered in symbols of bugs. She could only assume they were for wilderness training.

Finch took her hand, setting his sights on the station where spears sat on a rack. “Brutus told me you need to learn how to fight, plants and bugs can wait.” He said as he dragged her over to a platform with a soft mat covering it. He took a spear from the rack and handed it to her, pointing to a plastic dummy. “Kill it” he said in a commanding voice. He had to be kidding? She had no idea how to kill anything bigger than a spider!

Her eyes widened as she looked at him “how do I do that?” She asked with a look of confusion and a grain of fear. His shoulders fell a bit and he stepped closer, remembering she had not trained for this at all. He stepped behind her, gently taking her hands and spacing them out on the spear. He squared her shoulders and told her to keep her feet apart for balance. “Just stab and rip” He said, stepping to the side and holding his own spear. He showed her how to thrust it in the air and mimed the way one would rip it upwards out of a body. They practiced the same movements over and over. He fixed her footing a few more times and taught her to at least mildly defend herself against the air where they stood. She desperately needed some training from a real teacher but he would have to do for now.

She mimicked his movements, becoming a bit more confident with each step, she wondered what it would be like to actually fight with a weapon like a spear. After a few more moments he spoke again, “Focus on learning combat and finding strong allies today ok?” He instructed as he picked up an ax, holding it over his broad shoulder. “Will you be ok alone? I want to do some practice by myself.” He asked “If you need help there'll be teachers here too." He quickly added. She was about to reply when the Steel door opened, freezing as more tributes filed in slowly. The two stood silently watching the others as they broke off to their own activities.

The boy from district 1 crossed his arms and watched them, studying their movements.and forms. Finch frowned, he knew the boy wanted to intimidate them and he was not amused. He looked at Y/N with pity, thinking how terrified she must be. She felt uncomfortable with the look both boys gave her, wanting to squirm out of the spotlight. She didn’t want pity, she just wanted to be counted on. She decided if she was underestimated she may as well play that card for all it was worth. Hopping off the platform she approached the boy from 1. She gave him a fake smile, if she wasn't good at fighting yet the least she could do would be to endear herself to as many people as possible.

“Hi, I’m Y/N” she said cheerfully, sticking her hand out to shake. The boy looked taken aback, looking at her outstretched limb as if it was poisoned. “I’m…..Ammo.” He introduced himself. She pretended to perk up, her hand falling to her side “Like Ammo from a gun? That’s so cool” she said, really playing up the sweetness in her voice.

“Yeah exactly like that” He said, letting his guard down a bit but still wary of her. “You're the girl who pulled that stunt at the parade this morning, right?” He then asked and she nodded “It wasn’t really my idea, I’m not super clever.” She smiled, the lie rolling off her tongue like honey. “but I’m excited to meet everyone, I know we’ll be in the games and all that in a week or so but it’ll be cool to meet new people.” She added with a bubbly laugh.

The boy seemed to let his guard down even more “I doubt you'll have a hard time making friends.” he noted and she faked another giggle, subtly touching his bicep. She was a good looking girl, easy on the eyes and that certainly helped her with this shallow boy. “Do you want to train with me for a bit?” she asked “I bet you totally know what you’re doing on the field.” She smiled, a sugar sweet coating on her words, “ oh! i'd love to meet your district partner too, she's so pretty.” she added, giving a small wiggle in false excitement. Ammo thought for a moment before agreeing, motioning his partner over to them. “Dutchess! Come meet Y/N.” he said, grinning as the tall girl walked over, her blonde hair swinging in a ponytail behind her.

The almost amazonian girl stood in front of them, a questioning look on her face to Ammo, “girl from 2 right?” she asked with a skeptical look. Y/N gave a big smile “thats me, and I just have to say I loved your outfit earlier at the parade. You looked gorgeous, and your hair was so pretty!” she lied through her teeth. Truthfully she had only spared the tall girl half a glance during the parade, her main focus being that “Finnick Odair” who flirted with her a moment after.

The girl spared a small smile, “thanks, it didn't get too noticed since you and your little boyfriend pulled that move though.” she snarked. Y/N frowned, this girl was going to be much harder to crack than her partner. A pretty face and the damsel in distress act wouldn’t cut it…or would it? “I’m sorry, I know it was a lot.” she apologized fraudulently, doing her best to change her body language to one of sadness. “I figured I could show my family I was happy before I died, you know? I mean there's no way I'm winning this.” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. That wasn't exactly a 100% lie, she wasn't the biggest or smartest but she hoped she could at least blend in or hide until she could die by her own will or stab someone in the back.

The girl seemed a bit taken aback by the admission but retained her stoic demeanor. “Too bad for you.” She deadpanned, crossing her arms. “Just know I’m keeping an eye on you and your little boyfriend” she sneered, narrowing her eyes. Ammo frowned at his partner, “c’mon Dutch, be nice.” He said, motioning to Y/N. The blonde rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and sauntering away to a different station. Y/N cringed internally at the uncomfortable interaction, motioning for Finch to come join them. “Well let me at least introduce you to my District partner.” She said, trying to salvage the possible alliance.

Finch looked a bit shocked at how quickly she had stolen the attention of the career boy. He hopped down from the platform, walking over and unconsciously letting his hand rest on her lower back in a protective manner. “How in the hell did you pull that off already?” he asked in a low voice, a warm smile on his face. The smile grew on her face as she looked up at him winked, looking back at the blonde in front of them. “This is the tribute from district 1, Ammo.” She introduced with a kind tone, turning to her partner. “And this is Finch Glenn, the strongest boy in district 2.” She said, doing her best to make Finch seen as desirable an ally as possible.

Finch shook his hand “If Y/N likes you, I do too” he said “she’s a smart girl and her instincts are killer. She’s definitely the brains behind the both of us.” he complemented, a small country boy accent slipping out involuntarily. A light blush dusted her cheeks, why did his words give her subtle butterflies? And why did she like that accent so much? Was it because he reminded her of home? She shook off the thoughts quickly Better to ignore the feeling, she needed to concentrate.

An instructor clapped her hands loudly “Tributes!” she shouted in an authoritative tone “Gather up!” she motioned to the area around her. Y/N's eyes coincidentally met the eyes of Dutchess, the two making their way quickly to the center of the room where the woman stood. The two boys followed them, giving eachother a slight uncomfortable look.

Once everyone had gathered the instructor spoke again, “This week and a half will be the busiest of your life. You will learn how to fight yes but more importantly you will learn to survive, 20% of you will die by dehydration, starvation or exposure. You will learn to find food,water and make fire.” She warned “Fighting amongst yourselves is strictly forbidden, you'll have plenty of time for bloodlust in the arena.” she smiled, taking a sick pleasure in the thought.

The hours following were grueling: cardio, stamina, and weight training were the hardest. Fire, food and water were surprisingly the easiest. She internally praised her grade school teacher and her mother for forcing her to read books on wildlife and the water cycle. She remembered water was usually on low ground, that she could find water where the greenest of plants lie.

By the end of the long day she had gotten the trust of a few tributes from districts 1,4 and the young girl from 8. The 13 year old discussed fabrics and dresses as long as she could, slightly bragging that she could make a full dress in only an afternoon. Y/N liked the little girl from 8, it saddened her that the bright light of the child would soon be only smoke, snuffed out not only by the games but the citizens who quickly forgot all about her..Children who were murdered in the games were often treated like toys that children receive for special occasions, played with for a short time and then forgotten in the rain or buried beneath the bodies of other playthings.

Y/N vowed to not be like one of those playthings, she wanted to at least be remembered if she was to die. She needed to make a splash or ignite a fire if she could, anything to mean something to the world.

Her muscles screamed as she Changed for dinner that night, the hours of hard work exhausting her physically and mentally. She was never sure if it was Furisha, Aerith or an Avox that laid out her clothes. For all she knew it was some robot that lived in the walls. without fail every time she came into her room the bed was made and the next outfit was laid out. This particular evening it was a simple sky blue dress with puff sleeves, ruffles and flowers embroidered on the bottom of the skirt. She was beginning to see the pattern in the way she was dressed. Always big sleeves, lots of colors and tulle.

She stripped out of the tight training suit, letting it fall to her ankles as she stretched. The fabric was comfortable but the tight fitting nature made her feel cramped and stifled. She picked up the dress, the fibers feeling silky and smooth. Untangling her feet she stepped into the garment, letting it fall to her knees and zipping it in the back.

A ribbon hair bow was also provided, she was unsure of clipping it in her hair. Furisha knocked quickly and rapidly on the door “Dinner awaits darling!” she said in her usual singsong tone.

God she couldn’t wait for the day to be over.

She sat next to Finch in the dining room once again, being served a creamy red soup filled with beans, rice, and some sort of meat. As usual it was delicious, her hunger making her devour the bowl in a matter of minutes. Finch was the same, eating two bowls before they were served the next course.

Their entree looked like a large but simple bread roll, her eyebrows rose in confusion. Maybe it was meant to go with their soup but was forgotten? Of course not, She looked up to see Enobaria cutting into the roll with a knife and fork. Finch simply took a bite of the roll, a satisfying crunch leaving the crust. She did the same, a savory pork and vegetable mix flooding her senses. She all but melted at the flavor, trying to fit more in her mouth.

Finch grinned at her efforts “Slow down, the food isn’t gonna run from you.” He laughed. She deadpanned, “might in the arena though” she replied, taking another bite. “I wanna eat while my food is caught for me” she mumbled with a mouthful. He only smiled, leaning over and nudging her playfully as they both ate.

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