#do they have a ship name ajsdklfjdasf

[alexandraisyes]

You already know I'm obsessed with Frank x Ruin Monty XD

But I'm curious to know your opinion on the pairing, or even just on the characters in general! /nf ofc

More than that tho I just wanna say I appreciate you sm. You're a cool person and a great friend! ( • U•)/ <3

I literally love them so fucking much you don't UNDERSTAND!!!

I love that Ronty knew so much about Frank even tho Frank couldn't talk. They were both disabled, and loved each other and helped each other. I like to think of a universe where they got Ronty repaired so he could hold Frank. He's still pretty scruffy and beat up, but that doesn't matter with the love of his life in his arms.

And Frank is so small! Ronty can just pick him up and cradle him and hold him, and Frank would just let him. I still like to think that Ronty would still have mobility issues, maybe due to the fixed body being made out of out-of-date parts. Loose joints, aches, stability issues, and Frank would help support him when his legs started shaking due to the strain because oughhh.

In my hunger games au Ronty is an older tribute who's in the same district as Frank, and he teaches her things that will help her survive the games. He knows that he won't survive, despite his skill and strength, he's disabled. He's practically blind and half lame in one leg. But Frank is young, and strong, and has a fighting chance. They fall in love during the reaping, due to being in the same district it just made sense to form an alliance, and their personalities reflect each other in a way that feels like home.

She's quiet, she doesn't say much, but she's attentive. And witty and smart and clever and she makes him want to *try*. To try to survive. To make it out with her. Even if he knows that's impossible. She doesn't balk away from his bulk, from his scars, she looks at him with so much adoration he doesn't know what to do with himself.

And when he sees her at the gala before the games, his heart breaks. She's so delicate, so small, she has a chance but it's small. He'll do anything in his power to make sure she gets out unharmed, knowing that it will cost him his life. But that's then. And this is now. And right now she's hovering by him, wanting to ask but she knows he doesn't dance. He's told her as much.

They don't have a lot of time left together.

She's so fragile, so flighty. The skirt of her dress fans out around her as he spins her on the polished marble, away from prying eyes. She reminds him of a bird that he used to see while out in the early morning, soft down and bright vivid eyes. Watching him as he hauled up the morning nets. Her heart is racing against his as he pulls her close, staring up at him with that same adoration.

They don't have a lot of time left together.

This is a fact that haunts him. He adores her. One of them will not survive. He wants to run away with her. Away from this madness.

Both of them will probably die.

He can't stand that thought. He will die, but she must live. For the life ahead of her. The life without him.

But they have tonight.

It's not enough. It will never be enough. Time is slipping out of their fingers every day closer to the games, every day closer to their execution put on with flashing lights and cameras. A spectacle of suffrage.

But she's in his arms right now.

He picks her up. She lets him, arms dangling over his thick shoulders, muscular and scarred from years working the lines in the bay. He's talking, confessing, all his worries and fears spilling forth, all his love and affection. He wants, his desires, what he would do differently if they had been in a different situation. How scared he is of losing her. How he knows that he will have to lose her.

She listens, always so quiet. Watching and listening. Soft, kind, loving. She's everything that he could never ask for, and everything that he knows he couldn't stand losing.

But they have tonight.