#he and alina are married in this au <3 which is fun until it's sad

[kipperlillycopperkettle]

thg s&b au !!!

i am a normal and healthy person (lie) and the main thing i have thought about since i was 12 is the hunger games. i literally think about the hunger games no joke at least once a day at LEAST. i am trapped in a hell made by suzanne collins etc etc.

however what this means is i end up making a lot of crossover aus, and i don't mean ‘the hunger games characters and these other characters are bffs now’ i mean like. ‘if i put [insert media here]'s characters into the hunger games universe how would that work. how would they react? what would their games be like?’ and the same thing happened with the grishaverse after i watched the show with peter.

how the grishaverse characters would work in the hunger games is there's such a broad age range and i am so insistent about finding characters to fill all twenty-four slots in the games that i made it a quarter quell with the twist of ‘all the victors are going back into the games’ a la 75 in thg canon. the way this fic was going to work/is going to work if i ever get around the finishing it is is a wild alternating pov set up. so it starts with alina's pov, and then it goes to inej, and then dunyasha (important to note that all of these characters are from different districts) and so on and so forth until we've heard from one of the characters from each district. after that, we hear mal's pov, and then alexei, and then nicolai, and these three character's are alina, inej, and dunyasha's district partners. and so it does this extremely overcomplicated alternating pov thing until a character dies and then their pov is cut from the rotation. i stopped this partially bc i didn't know how to decide who won and partially because i didn't feel confident writing about characters i don't really know like tamar and nicolai (i haven't read shadow and bone and don't really want to bc i've heard it's not great). so i'll probably pick this back up after next season when i'm more familiar with those characters!

this got SO long but anyway here's wonderwall (nina's reaping pov)

per haskell is wearing a deep plum suit, and he holds nina's wrist with a scary kind of intensity that she rarely sees in him, his fingers steady and rough even after all these years out of the arena.

“you can't let him do it,” he growls, his voice low and serious. “you can't.” his eyes bore into nina's own, and she resists the urge to shy away. instead she matches his hard gaze with her own.

“let him do what, exactly?” she asks, voice hard and stubborn as ice, her chin jutting out the way [her mentor] tells her it does whenever she’s being obstinate.

they both know who per is talking about. kaz is the only person per would be begging nina to control. 

“volunteer for me!” he snaps, his eyes wide and almost manic. “i know he'll want to. i just know it. and you can't let him do it.”

nina yanks her wrist out of his grip, and crosses her arms across her chest, suddenly hyper-aware of the amount of cleavage this dress shows. “first of all,” she says, “we don't know that you'll be reaped. and second of all, when has anyone ever stopped kaz from doing something that he wanted to do?”

there's a long beat of silence that nina doesn't know how to interpret, before a slow, almost maddening grin breaks out on per's face. 

“that's why i picked him, hmm?” he asks, and nina can't tell if he's looking for an answer or not. he claps nina on the back suddenly, the grin still painted on his face like a madman. “so i suppose we will just have to hope that neither of us is the lucky one who gets reaped.”

and as he walks away, his footsteps the only sound on the stone reaping stage, nina can't help but chuckle quietly at the idea that the tributes this year are lucky.

lucky ones, indeed — they'd had the luck of making it out and now they were getting thrown back in to be slaughtered. all because some victors couldn't keep their chins up and smile when the president told them to.

well. nina would make them regret not being able to keep their pretty little mouth shut. after all, didn't anyone ever tell them snitches get their fucking throats slit?