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starlightmoon96 · 2 months ago

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Yandere Optimus Prime/Yandere Megatron x OC character chapter 11

Sabina was so shocked to see Hiro at her college, he told her that this was his birthday present to her. That made her so happy, Hiro was happy to see Sabina dressed the way she was the dress itself looked like a wedding dress. But the wedding dress Sabina wanted didn't look like that dress, while the party started to dim own after I couple of hours she couldn't shack the feeling of an un friendly presents. She couldn't figure out where it was coming from, Sabina knew she had to leave soon. She could tell that presents was starting to get darker the more she was around Hiro, before actually leaving she had to take the dress off her which wasn't a one person job. Sabina really wanted to keep her hair the way it was after taking it off, in order to keep it she had to wear a button up shirt which she did wear. Once Sabina was out of her costume she did carry a few of her presents to help her friends and Hiro save a few trips, Toshiro was of course the once driving and waiting in his car for them. He also kept a close eye on anything suspicious or that stood out, since it was Halloween he knew it would be a little difficult. The rest of Sabina's friends that didn't know Hiro wanted to know him, Yuko did tell them that he was his cousin. The lie was that he was visiting her for a while since he hadn't seen her in a while and he was leaving the next morning, of course they believed her. Sabina wanted to bring her dress and to save space she used was storage bags that makes clothes shrink its size to save space she had to use a large custom made size for that dress, they weren't going back to the apartment condo's Toshiro and Sabina made certain that everyone was packed and shipped out to the building Toshiro picked out for them in Japan. Himself, Sabina, Yuko and Hiro where staying at a five star hotel near the airport, Sabina and Yuko got their own room the same with Toshiro and Hiro. They didn't want to risk anyone seeing Sabina and Hiro together, not only were the rooms very nice so was the security which was why Toshiro picked a five star hotel."

When the day after Sabina's birthday came the four of them arrived in Japan and the building Toshiro had picked out, the building itself was impressive with massive security and levels different doors for extra security that needed to be open with the building's key for attendants only. This way Sabina was safe the same with Hiro now that they were engaged, for the first month everything was peaceful and didn't have any problems. Since it was winter it did snow which Sabina loved to and even drew and painting several pieces of the winter scenery of Japan during the three days of morning sun, sunset evening and night, when December came so did the Christmas decorations and the important a Christmas tree. Sabina was alright with decoration with everyone, though the difficult part was buy presents for everyone without them seeing them. She knew she couldn't be alone when she went out and she didn't want to take any risks so like she did when she went shopping for her doujinshi books she wore her disguise, though being in japan she had to blend in more which meant a short black wig and brown contact lenses and good makeup on how to look Asian to help her blend in more. With that disguise she was able to walk around freely she did have to tell what her disguise was of course in case something happened and thanks to a lot of hard lessons Sabina was now able to speak Japanese rather than just reading it, since it was winter she of course wore winter attire and she did bring her sketch book with her in her bag that she brought with her. Along with a small stun gun that looked like lipstick and an panic alarm that looked like a fake sweet macaroon keychain also a self-defense pocket staff and a pepper spray necklace that she wore around her neck under her scarf, Sabina did had to learn how to defend herself but at the same time she could take professional lessons so she did the lessons online the first month she arrived in Japan. Sabina was outside for hours though the area she was in had a lot of fun and cute cafes the one she really liked going to was a butler café with her friend Yuko the staff there was friendly and very attractive, Hiro knew about the café and wasn't bothered by it since he knew Sabina loved him more than those butlers and allowed her to fan girl over them. Going there also helped her keep an eye out of anyone following her all the customers are young girls if any guys came in it would be a few red flags for the customers, she knew she would be safe at that café and didn't haft to worry much. Another place she likes going to is Macho Café there are guys that go there but the staff is very willing to help any girl out to feel safe even when she's there with Yuko. Those cafés where in two completely different locations and in towns, sadly Sabina didn't have time to go to either of them she had to find Christmas presents not only did the area she now lived at cafés but pretty stores that cost thousands of dollars the area she lives was for the wealthy and famous which was in Denenchofu. And the best way to hide was hiding in playing sight, also even if Optimus found out where she was he was going to have a hard time to blend in whether it would be in his holo form or not the same with Megatron even if she didn't know what he really looked like. After about two hours of looking around for gifts and stocking stuffers she was ready to go back to her new home, to make things safe she did call for her building's chauffeur that was assigned to her to pick her up. It was about a fifteen minute wait which she didn't mind, it gave her some time to draw on her sketch book that she brought with her. She started drawing one she sat down on one of the benches that was near her, despite what was going on she started to draw optimus she really did love his look. Sabina did different version of him one of what he looked like and one in anime version since she was in japan, she did the same with Ratchet when she decided to draw him on the next page.

"I wonder how Ratchet is doing? I wonder if he ever confronted with Optimus? I hope he can give him the help he needs?" Sabina thought that to herself as she finished her drawing, just as she put her sketch book up her chauffeur had arrived which made her revealed. Though once she got in and the car drove off it took Sabina a few minutes to noticed that someone was following them, from behind her passanger's seat from the back she turned around to see someone on a Confederate Motorcycle and she saw his un friendly aura that made her very worried

"Oh no." Sabina then quickly yelled at the driver in Japanese in a worried and scared tone

"あなたは私たちの後ろにあるその運転手を失う必要があります." (please you need to lose that driver behind us, there following us.)

"はい奥様."(Yes ma'am) was what the driver said to me before he pushed on the gas pedal making the car go faster making Sabina hold onto her seat, it felt like a chase scene that one would see in movies or TV shows but this was in real life. With that rush Sabina tore out a piece of paper from her sketch book and started writing something on it before she put the paper on the front seat, once she did she said to the driver in English

"Please give this to Toshiro, he'll know what to do. Quickly go to the train station I can lose him there with the crowed. And please don't go or call the police either, they wont help." Right when she said that the Driver said to her in English

"Understood Mrs. Tsuzuki." Still hearing that name almost embraces her she couldn't help but giggle at him calling her that, she quickly came to her senses once the car started slowing down at the train station. Sabina quickly got out and started running for the train blending in with the crowd of people while the car took off, the driver saw that the motorcycle that was following him was no longer following him bit rather heading to the direction where Sabina ran too which made the driver worry. Though the driver did what Sabina asked him to do he delivered the letter to Toshiro the same with the gifts she bought and left in the car and he told Toshiro what had happened which made him and Hiro that was with him worry the same with Yuko, Sabina on the other hand was safe she made it in time to get on the train just before it took off what she didn't know was where the train was going. Since it was around night time the train wasn't the crowed so she was able to sit down, just as she did her phone started ringing on a privet number though she knew who was number belonged too since her phone was brand new.

"Did you get my letter?" Was what she said from the other line Toshiro answered her

"Yeah I did it's a smart thing to do what you're doing. Where are you going?"

"I don't know where this train is going but once it stops I'll let you know and where I'm staying for the night. I'll call you later." Right when she said that she ended the call and put away her phone, then she barely looked around seeing any threatening aura that might be nearby. She also noticed where the trains stops where the place the she wanted to go it was nagano which took about three hours, once she was there the first thing she had to do was find a place to stay for the night. The closes hotel that seemed safe for her was the Hotel Metropolitan Nagano, once she got settled in she took off her wig and contact lenses just before she slipped into one of the hotel robes that where in the rooms.

"Damn what a night, at least I got the present shopping out of the way now." Sabina said that as she plopped herself on the bed on her back and she started to think back on the guy on the motorcycle

"His aura was the most wild I've ever seen, it was dark just like Megatron's he defiantly works for him. The only question is that how did figure it out?" Sabina didn't want to think about it too much for her to get some sleep, once she turned off the lights she did get out her stun gun that she placed on her night stand that was right next to her before going to sleep. Once the next day came Sabina woke up around nine in the morning, though for her part she didn't bring the right makeup for her to get the Asian look. There wasn't much choice so she didn't wear either her wig for contact lenses as much as she wanted too, once she got dressed she did call Hiro telling him where what town she was in she didn't say where just in case someone was listening to their call. Once she check out and walked out of the hotel she wanted to look around and wanted to start drawing the landscapes and the buildings since, but the place she really wanted to go was Jigokudani Monkey Park she had to take the bus there Sabina really wanted to draw there in the hot springs and it would be good inspiration for a few art pieces. The drive was about an hour, once she got to the stop she decided to look around more and call Hiro again telling him where she was. When she ended the call she got out her sketchbook and started drawing her surrounding area that was covered in snow, just before she could finish she felt and saw a familiar aura color that was hiding from her sight. Seeing it quickly made her run off, when she ended up was a dead end at an old bus stop, before she turned around she got out her self-defense staph and hid it in her sleeve just as she turned and face the bike driver that had chased her the other day.

"I knew I had the upper hand, I thought I can confront you like this." To her surprise the man on the back disappeared like a hologram and the bike turned into a small robot a few inches taller than her, he had more of a punk look and definitely didn't look friendly. He then started laughing once he stopped he said to her

"Girl you hard to track took a while a find ya." After he said that Sabina said to him

"You're a decepticon aren't ya? Let me guess Megatron sent you here didn't he? What do you go by?" With that he answered he when he took a few steps too her

"Name's Mohawk toots and you guessed it I'm a con." Sabina saw from his color aura that he was telling the truth he still spoke to her as she started to get a little more serious when he got a closer look at her

"Damn you know what I can see the appeal why Megatron wants ya. Speaking of that, that's why I'm here. You gonna come quietly or do ya want to make it difficult?" Just before he reach Sabina she quickly opened the container that allowed the staph to quickly come out in time for her to swing it making it hit Mohawk across his face with all the force she used she was able to make him fall to the ground, that also bought her enough time to quickly run off just as he started to get back up again.

"Oh I love it when they play hard to get." Sabina somehow ended up running through the woodsy part of the area she was in, since it was snowing she knew she was leaving tracks where she stepped and she knew Mohawk was right behind her she could head him laughing and getting closer to her. Sabina knew no one could help her, she could only help herself. Just as she stopped and turned around she block both of Mohawk's hands with her staph while she was trying to push him back she said to him

"I'll be damned if anyone brings me to Megatron like a trophy." Right when she said that she kicked him in his chest hard enough for him to release his grip from her staph, in that short time she quickly stabbed Mohawk in his eye causing him to scratch her with his long claws across his cheek making it bleed. Sabina then pulled the staph from out of Mohawks eye and he yelled at her while he was holding his now damaged eye

"Oh you bitch your gonna pay for that." She then say his aura's color changed to anger and that made her run off not before Mohawk quickly grabbed the back of her head with her long hair as she struggled to get free

"Kill me Megatron will do the same to you." Sabina said that just before Mohawk's claw was above her neck, upon saying that caused him to stop in place. At that opportunity she got out her stun gun gabbed in his other eye as it electrocuted him, the very last thing she did was jab the tip of the staph right through his chest where his spark was. Right when she pulled it out Mohawk fell face flat on the ground in front of her while she was catching her breath at what just happened, once she dropped her staph she fell back on a tree that was behind her and slid back while looking at the new corps that was in front of her.

"I did it I actually did it. I need to take defense classes after Christmas." She then pick up her self-defense staff and retracted it to that it would be small again before she got up, Sabina didn't have much choice so she just left Mohawks body where it was when she walk back to the road. After a couple of hours of waiting the person that met up with her was Yuko, she was almost shocked seeing the deep scratch on Sabina's face and in return Sabina told her what had happened as the two were walking back to the bus station back to the train. Once they were on the bus and taking their seats Sabina showed Yuko her new drawings, Yuko questioned her about the drawing of Ratchet and Sabina told her about him and what he was like and his aura." When Yuko turned to the previous page she was a little surprised seeing the drawing of optimus and she asked Sabina

"Is this who I think it is?"

"Yes that one is Optimus." Was what Sabina said to her and Yuko still spoke as she look more at the picture

"So this is the leader of the autobots? He looks just as kind as Ratchet, I really love his look. If he wasn't after you and yandere crazy too I'd be jealous that you met him."

"Ratchet advise me and Toshiro that we go overseas, it was a start but it's not enough. I saw his worry about Optimus and he was telling the truth. He's getting unstable and his afraid for him and of him if he confronts him, one thing I do know that if there decepticon activity and the autobots come here Optimus won't want to leave or worse if he somehow managed to find out where I currently live."

After several hours of different transportation's Sabina and Yuko made it back to there building without any problems, the first thing Sabina did when she got in his apartment was hug Hiro in a loving and worried embrace. He and Toshiro where worry about Sabina even more seeing the cut on her face and like with Yuko she told them both what had happened to her, once everything calmed down she started wrapping her gifts that she bought that took her about an hour to do. When she was done she put the presents under the tree that was in the living room and she even put in a few stocking stuffers, Sabina was looking forward for the holiday she was finally able to spend it with the people she loved and cared about. "

Once Christmas came everything went perfectly from opening the gifts that where in everyone stockings, to the actual gift opening lastly was watching a lot of Christmas specials and looking at Christmas lights during the night with all four of them. Seeing all the bright beautiful lights made Sabina very happy, even more so that she was spending that time with Hiro with her arm wrapped around his lovingly like any couple. Yuko did the same with Toshiro to avoid suspicion from people and it made it look like a double date since all four of them were out together, it seem like Sabina was free it felt like she didn't a worry in the world at that moment she was truly happy.

#yandere transformers #yandere #stalker yandere #yandereboy #obsessive yandere #yandere optimus prime #yandere megatron #transformers x oc #transformers x human #transformers bayverse

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vibratingskull · 11 months ago

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Christmas Special

Tags : Fluff, tooth rotting sweet, no drama, just a treat, careful your teeth, I’m not sorry for that stupid cover, to read with hot cocoa and christmas songs

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You prepare for your Nüg soirée with your friends. You hope you thought about everything...

You look at your chrono :

19:50

You’re fashionably late. But that’s okay. You guess your friends won’t hold it against you. You take another wooden ornament and try to apply it to the wall. You descend from your chair and take a few steps back to observe your work. You applied fake snow, sprayed your windows with white sparkly paint, prepared a sappy playlist for the occasion,and hung some stockings with their na- The presents!

You rush to your little bedroom and rummage through your wardrobe. Where did you put that paper bag? Found it! You take out each present and hide them into their respective stocking. Your apartment is rather small and be a squeeze with four inside, but it will be part of the charm you decide. You go to your kitchenette and check on your fish. It's roasting nicely, you just hope the sauce won’t evaporate. You take out the plate from your oven and add some water.

That’s the moment you hear your bell ring.

“One second, please!” You wipe your hands on your apron, and go check one last time your dress and your petite dining area, the table is well dressed, you have enough chairs… You put the video of a fire in a fireplace on your wall screen, regretting not having a real one, and head towards the door. You tape your code and the door slides open, revealing Eli, Karyn and Thrawn muffled in winter coats and knitted scarves.

“Hi everybody!”

“Hi (y/n)! Happy Nüg!” Karyn shouts out.

You embrace each of them and let them enter. They all have wrapped little packages with them. You smile, they all respected the spirit.

“You make us visit?” Eli asks.

You snort, there is not much space to see!

“Welcome to my little cosy nest! You have the bedroom here, the bathroom is this way, and the living room…” You open the door “Right here!”

They enter in awe, lights into their eyes.

“It is… Sparkly…” Thrawn is his usual self, unimpressed and stoic, but he accepted to come celebrate with you so you don’t say a thing.

“It’s kitsch.” Karyn let herself fall on your sofa. “I love it!”

“(y/n), check this!”

You turn towards Eli. He’s holding Thrawn by the arm and opened their coat, they both have ridiculously hideous knitted pullovers. You hide your laugh behind your hand, eyes wide open.

“I’ve commanded them especially for the occasion!” Eli announces with a broad smile.

“And you accepted to wear it?” You ask Thrawn.

“I, unfortunately, lost a bet to Ensign Vanto. But I will keep my promise…” He sighs, defeated.

You take their coats and put them on your bed.

“So for tonight, Karyn and I take the bed and you boys will sleep on the sofa. Is it okay for everyone?” You query.

Thrawn nods.

“I’m good with that!” Karyn shout.

“Of course, you're the one who gets the bed.” Eli teases her.

You start your playlist and abandon your guest to check on your kitchen, stir fry your spiced potatoes, letting the first course and the mannala base out of the fridge. Karyn enters with a bottle in her hand.

“Hey! I brought you this, I hope it suits the occasion?”

“It’s very good, put it on the table. I- Oh no!” You look back at your fridge.

“What?” She asks, suddenly alarmed.

“I forgot the wine!” You idiot! You berate yourself.

“Problem?” Eli passes is head through the door frame.

“Yes, I forgot to buy something but I still need to cook some things for dinner!” You start to panic. Your carefully planified Nüg! And you forget one of the most important part of it.

“Oh That’s all?” He asks unfazed. “Tell us what you need and we can do it, if you want.”

You breathe, relieved.

“You would do that? Thank you. I will need you to prepare and cook the mandalas with this base, take out the foie gras from the fridge in ten minutes, and keep an eye on the salmon in the oven and the potatoes on the fire.” You say putting on your coat, scarf and woolly hat. “I should be able to manage the rest.”

“Roger that!”

“I will come with you.” Thrawn says, sliding at your side.

You let Karyn and Eli in the kitchen and exit to the elevator.

“You didn’t want to cook?” You ask.

“This is not one of my fortes.” He confesses

You grin at this revelation. You push the door and arrive outside, you're instantly welcomed with an icy cold wind and temperatures well below -10°. You scrub your hands together, your breath producing vapor. You look at the dark night through the pollution clouds and catch sight of twinkling stars. It is a good night for Nüg.

“We’ll take a community shuttle. I know a good cellarman from my homeworld.” You indicate.

You arrive at the same time of the shuttle and jump inside, Thrawn on your heels. You take a seat and pat the one next to you, he sat down, hiding to the best of his abilities the hideous sweater. It just makes you laugh.

The shuttle takes off and all the lights of Coruscant blurs with the motion.

“So, what is Nüg precisely?”

You turn your head towards Thrawn with an expression of surprise.

“I’m surprised you didn’t search about it yourself.”

“I did, but I want now to hear it from you. It is not a celebration from Coruscant nor the inner regions, I comprehend.”

“No, it originated from my planet and sprayed a little to the ones next to it but not far away. It’s a celebration for families and couples during the darkest days of the year to drive away shadows and the Kanüg.”

He raises his eyebrow.

“The Kanüg?”

“It’s a metaphor for the cold, death and greed. He wore a shroud and rang a bell with a mallet.” You explain. “We say his bell can charm anyone and he uses it to kidnap people, that's why we use bells in the music, to create harmonics and deafening his.”

He nods.

"Normally I should have conserved a log large enough to burn for twelve hours during the whole year to bring luck, but in those apartments you thought…"

"I read it was overtaken by another célébration?"

You agree.

"Yes, this one comes from the early alien colonizers that tried to assimilate our culture to theirs. But we never stopped celebrating Nüg! In fact we are trying to get back to its original roots and detach ourselves from the commercial version each year but we've lost so much.

"With the help of the Empire ?"

"Yes, it pushes for the reinstatement of human customs. I think it's a good idea."

He doesn't answer, looking straight in front of him. You arrive at your stop.

"What else can you tell me about it?” He demands, burying his hands in his pocket. Despite that his coat is open and his scarf is undone, he’s clearly more comfortable than you in the cold.

You rack your brain, searching in your childhood memory.

“Well, we usually eat salmon which is the fish of knowledge and renaissance. Adults drink warm spiced wine, the children get hot cocoa, we burn candles in a epicea. You can hang holly or mistletoe. You’re supposed to let the brooms outside of the house for the fairies to ride. For dessert you can have an orange or an apple… Oh yeah! I’ve planned a little workshop decoration for us all tonight… Thrawn?” You remarks he’s not at your side anymore.

You trace back your step, and find him face towards the sky.

“What’s wrong?”

“It is snowing.”

You frown and lift your eyes. Indeed, you could see some snowflakes starting to fall. You look back at Thrawn. Eyes fixated on the sky, it’s like a child who discovers snow for the first time but you guess it’s throwing him back in memories of his homeworld. You don’t have the heart to tell him it’s probably fake snow, you doubt it’s even cold. You’ve never heard of snowfall on Coruscant…

“Come, we’re close.” You say softly.

You finally enter the little shop, shaking yourself to get rid of the snow and Thrawn hurt his head against the little bells at the entrance.

“Good evening!” You see the owner behind his counter, placing back some bottles “What can I do for you?”

“Happy Nüg!” You greet.

The human lifts his head from his hands, eyes sparkling.

“Happy Nüg little Miss! How’s your evening going?” He asks with a broad smile.

“Pretty great, thank you! We were wondering if you could make it even better?”

“Say no more! I have a special arrival directly from the homeworld, you will tell me about it!”

He goes inside a room in the back and comes back with a box he put on the counter and takes out three glasses.

“You have the time for tasting?”

“Well…” You turn towards Thrawn.

“I doubt Ensign Vanto and Miss Faro would burn the apartment during this period of time.”

“Then yes!” You acquiesce.

You spent the next thirty minutes tasting different red and white wines, sniffing their scents, observing their reflections and tints, associating them with different cheeses, dried sausages and nuts.

“This one will perfectly match with spices.”

“Oh really?”

“That one will harmonize well with a fish…”

Thrawn tastes, sniffs and observes with you, expressing his opinion with laconic answers. You smile as you see his mouth tan from all this red wine before realizing it should happens to your teeth too, you hide them behind your hand.

You finalize your choice over three bottles and exit the shop with the benedictions of the owner, you wave him goodbye and head towards the stop. Thrawn is nice enough to hold the bottles for you, you're walking in the street as you hear music coming from restaurants. It is not holyday’s music but the effect is nice with the falling fake snow! Suddenly you see a stand selling sugar-coated chestnuts.

“Oh you have to taste those!” You claim, rushing to the stand.

You buy a cone and immediately bite into one of those goodies, letting the sugary sweetness sprays into your mouth. You hold one for Thrawn to taste, he leans over and bite it directly into your hand. You feel your face heating up as your fingers brush with his lips. You quickly pull off your hands, embarrassed, He takes the time to savor it and nods appreciatively.

“This is not bad.” He decides.

You nudge him to not speak with his mouth full. You get back to the apartment sharing the delicious cone and speaking of sweet nothing. Or you speaked and he listened, rather.

You come home to a delectable aroma. Karyn is setting the table, lighting the candles, while Eli puts on your apron and is tending to the cooking.

“Everything is ready!” He chants.

You check on the courses, put the mannalas into the oven and call your guests to dine. Thrawn sabres the wine and champagne with an expert hand, You lift your glass.

“Thank you to you three for coming to celebrate Nüg with me this year! It means a lot to me.”

“Happy Nüg!” Eli answers

“Thanks for sharing this bit of your culture with us.” Thrawn ads.

“Thanks for inviting us!” Karyn finishes.

You clink your glasses together and start to dine. Conversations are going well, chit chatting about nothing and everything, work, politics, family, friends, trying to guess the presents you brought… Courses follow each other smoothly, champagne flowing freely, the playlist still going.

Soon enough you’re all playing cards with hot cocoas, waiting for the mannalas and Kouign-Amann to cool down. At some point Thrawn leaves the room with his glasses to lean on your balcony. You join him with a plaid that you put on both of your shoulders. He turns his head towards you in a swift motion before looking back at the light of the planet city.

“Everything’s good ?” You investigate with a sweet tone.

“Yes, I was just submerged by old memories from my world…” He replies.

“I’m sure you will meet them again someday!” You nudge closer to him.

“I do not doubt it either.” He declares, eyes full of assurance.

You look at him with a smile, you will cherish those memories forever. A cold sensation suddenly bites your cheeks, you raise your head frowning, and see real snowflakes falling from the sky.

“It’s snowing!” You shout gleefully.

You all gather on the balcony to observe this little, but how so precious Nüg miracle.

Merry christmas to all! I wish you the best!

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #karyn faro #eli vanto #fanfic #vibratingskull

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ghoulish-fiction · 1 year ago

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I had a dream that I arrived super early to the venue for a Ghost concert, and I was walking the halls when I saw Tobias fully dressed as Papa with his hair and make up and mitre and chasuble and everything. He was casually tagging the windows of the venue, but instead of spray paint he was using that fake snow spray for decorating windows. I laughed and said, "Hi, Papa." He stopped and said in his voice, not in character, "Oh, hey." He tried to finish his tag but the can ran out. He shook it, tried one more time, shrugged, and tossed it behind him before sauntering backstage.

#ghoulish ramblings #papa iv #papa emeritus iv #copia #popia

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facewithoutheart · 2 years ago

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WIP Tag Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Thanks for the tags @aristocratic-otter, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen & @imagineacoolusername plus anyone who’s participated because I can’t resist sending asks on these.

In case y’all didn’t know I’m a WIP slut. I can’t say no to starting a new fic. This game did force me to sort out some mess though… I will warn you some of these are duds lol.

Snowbaz

Bad Wolf aka Blue Lace (CW: noncon)

Bagatha

Blame It On The Spray sequel

Christmastreeville Remains

CORB-On Love’s Light Wings

cowfic

Dance Fic

Dev. 7 Devotion

EGF: Daddy Shirt

Football American AU

Hallmark AU: Snow For Christmas

Hurt Me Hurt Marta

I’m Coming Back For You

in after death

Indiana Snow

Natasha Revenge

Resort Christmas

Santa Baby

Dragon

Face paint

Lube Never Expires

My Merciful End

The Real Ending (is the one we write ourselves)

Two Roommates and a Baby

Wanting

Captive Prince (Lamen)

Rules of the Game

Wangxian

10 Things I Hate About Wuxian

Original Fiction

COTTA

Cozy Fantasy

Fake Dating AU

Missed Connections

Operation Crownfall

Space Enemies to Lovers

Tempest

Witcher AU

Would you believe me if I said this wasn’t all of them? 🙄😒

I legit cannot remember who has been tagged soooo tagging some peeps who I don’t think I’ve seen play?? @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @yellobb @yeonjunenby @martsonmars @ic3-que3n @johnwgrey @stitchyqueer @creepyspice

#wip #ask game

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 3 years ago

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for fanfiction purposes, here are a list of weird things that probably can be poisoned (given you know fanfic lmao), but may be hard for people to immediately work out how they got sick (and therefore give some padding to the story

the idea would be to get to something you know would be like skin to skin contact or eaten, or in the body, but something that they would be likely to use...

+Bandaids Do you choose to carefully layer the little white gauze pad? Or in the elastane? Where most wouldn't think to check automatically? +Air Freshener Self-explanatory, low level so it comes on over time Only works on single occupancy homes

+Fertiliser for the indoor plants or a succulent specific spray that would only need to be used once or twice every so often

+In the fake snow for Xmas Only for weird decorators

+Contact lens cleaner or glasses cleaner Eyes are permeable membrances

+Cigarettes are cliched but poison the vape? lmao very 2021

+I don't know if you can poison toilet paper, but it might have possibilities. Tissues, likewise. If they can put aloe in there, why not the other thing.

+Vitamins or Moisturiser or sunscreen

+Handsoap / sanitiser, which carries the possibility of touching one's face, food you eat, or for nailbiters etc

+Earrings and/or other piercings

+Denture glue

+Lubricant or other adult items

+Sewing needles for someone with crafting eg. embroidery or clothes making. Also pins, safety pins, inside a thimble, etc.

+Toothbrush, hairbrush, dental floss, nailpolish

+Underwire of a bra or corset (eventually it will absolutely stab you)

+Painted around the inside of a kettle/electric jug, a poison that is heat activated or just in a teabag which are disposable

+Sporting equipment like shinpads, worn against the skin

+Paint - housepaint so the room is poisonous by default or like, art and crafts paint

+On the handle of a general task that is regular, but not always like weekly - eg. on the fuel can for the lawnmower, or on a rung of the ladder for the gutters

+Legit any stationary in someone's desk, think about the amount of times you've just jammed a hand in there to rummage around and been attacked by a stapler

+Xmas ornaments

+Aircon spray?

Add whatever you can think of

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embrassemoi · 3 years ago

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No Body, No Crime ✁ 1

AU - Y/N L/N is a second-year law student attending Stanford and studying under Professor Aaron Hotchner. Along with his associate attorneys, Ms. L/N is alongside some of the most ambitious and cutthroat law students in the nation. However, her life gets flipped upside down as she’s thrust into a life of murder, sex and lies.

Main Pairing: Spencer Reid x [F]Reader

Content — Mature themes, blood, major and minor character death, violence, angst, triggering themes, bad coping mechanisms, drugs, mental health shit, alcoholism, lots of smut, language, fluff, mystery, thriller, mentions of cheating, canonical typical themes , dark academia vibes, explicit content - read with caution

DISCLAIMER: This story will contain MATURE content. It will include themes such as smut, violence, etc (see content). If you are not 18+ and unable to handle such themes, respectfully, please exit this story. It is not my intention to make readers uncomfortable or trigger them in any way. If you continue to read the story despite the multiple warnings, I am not responsible for any triggers that may pop up.

Also, based off this blurb!

I am also not a law student, so there is bound to be misinformation!

【 ao3 | Masterlist | Playlist 】

CHAPTER 1: Death and All His Friends

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Blood, she thinks, you never really know how much blood is in a person. Logically, she did know; she had to learn how many pints there were in the human body from med school and the mass amount of profile study cases. From looking at crime scenes, reading textbooks, medical journals and fake charts; blood has never bothered her, if anything, she got used to seeing and being around it.

There are roughly about ten gallons of blood in the average adult, but typically, losing more than forty percent will result in death. That was about two thousand millilitres.

But, you never realize just how much blood a person can hold, not until a human is slaughtered like an animal, eyes glossed over, body turned cold and stiff — splayed out in front of you. It seems like a lot more than what was described.

There’s a saying, bleed like a pig. Well, she understood what it meant now.

God, she sounded like Spencer.

“What are we going to do with the body?”

“Let’s leave it. We need to go back and clean!”

“No, let’s bury it.”

A chuckle of utter disbelief forces its way out of Derek’s mouth in a rush. It’s both strained and ragged and sounds as if he’s about to burst into tears, but the shock and anger seem to immerse deep in his bones and control his actions. His head shakes subconsciously, “You’re — you’re fucking joking, right? It’s the middle of winter! Tell me how the fuck we’re going to bury a body when the soil’s hard?!”

There’s a collective panicked sigh that goes through the group as the implications finally start to settle in.

“Be any louder!” Emily half-shouts. She paces back and forth, the freshly fallen snow crunches under her shoes as they leave footprints in their wake. Her hands make extravagant hand movements, almost in an attempt to speak with her actions. But, the only thing that has Y/N somewhat grounded is the rusty blood on Emily’s hands. The stark contrast of her pale skin against the deep red does nothing but make bile rush to her throat.

“The body is what gets us caught!” JJ cuts in through her half-sobs.

“The one time it snows in California! Since when do we get snow?!”

Sticky, cold, dry, flakey blood. It brings too much attention to the blood painting her body in a cruel, evil painting. Y/N lifts a shaky hand as she turns to observe the way the pads of her fingers were stained red. Underneath her fingernails, she can see the blood caking, dried underneath and can feel the heavy liquid travelling up her sleeve.

Her fingers pressed together before a hand shoots up, trying to pick off the blood in a hasty attempt.

Everything was uncomfortable — too uncomfortable and it was sticky and disgusting and there was too much happening. Her brain was overstimulated and all she wanted to do was yell or cry or strip herself clean from these heavy clothes, hiding the blood drenching her underneath. A hand went to claw at the fabric — she needed to breathe — she needed air and it was too tight and —

The falling snow had finally come to a stop, the ground becomes muddy, wet snow being tracked all around but aside from that, it’s dry out. Panic is slow seep within her body, only just registering the dull, prickling ache that travels up the side of her right arm. Not to mention the pounding in her skull felt like someone had taken a power tool, drilling a burl hole into the side of her head in hopes of creating a make-shift lobotomy. On instinct, her hand reaches up to her temples, massaging small circles in hopes to find relief.

But then she catches sight of her hand again from her peripheral vision, or rather, it’s as if she can feel it laminating her skin. Blood.

Now there must be smeared streaks of dried blood coating her face. Fuck, now she really feels like throwing up.

A soft wail can be heard in the background somewhere, but it sounds distant and underwater. She thinks it’s JJ. Her high-pitched cries are loud and she thinks that’s Derek’s voice yelling at her and god… it only amplifies her headache.

She needed an aspirin, Advil — maybe Spencer had some.

Her mind wanders back to the group. Emily… Emily — she’s — Y/N doesn’t know where Emily went actually. She could have sworn she was by the trees…

She continued to pick at her skin absentmindedly, and now she couldn’t tell where her blood started and the one that was sprayed onto her ended.

And Spencer, he’s pacing and hadn’t muttered a word since they left Hotch’s house. His body language is closed off, his hand rubbing up and down his arms in either a self-soothing method or because it’s cold out. She assumes it’s the former.

The one time — the one fucking time the asshole is supposed to be smart, his IQ magically drops below zero.

Everyone is arguing and they all hear the faint cheers, laughter, early fireworks and music blaring in the background. The sound of the bonfire crackles in the distance and all she can do is drown it out. She was supposed to be having fun. She should’ve been visiting home, or maybe studying of fucking Spencer, not wearing shoes twice her size, gloves to cover up her fingerprints; not trying to come up with an alibi and there definitely shouldn’t be someone else’s blood clinging to her. She should’ve been anywhere but here. It’s too much.

Lightheaded, Y/N stumbles backwards, supporting herself against a nearby tree. The shadows and black coat camouflaged her, engulfing her into the night and she feels an odd sense of comfort by it. But, it does anything but calms her down as her chest begins to rise rapidly up and down.

Oh god, oh shit, shit, shit! They’re all fucked — she’s fucked. Her DNA is all over the crime scene. The crime scene is on her and probably under the body’s fingernails. There was no way she was getting out of this. It wasn’t even her fault and look where she is.

She should’ve listened to her Grandparents; don’t go to law school, it’ll turn her into something she’s not. Y/N smiles twistedly thinking about it, they were right.

You can’t get away with murder.

Shit, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

“We need to stop wasting time,” Emily announces, appearing remarkably calm.

“W-we should call the police,” Y/N mumbles in a shaky voice. Her voice hitches and she sucks in a cry.

All of their heads, besides Spencer’s, whip over to her; she’s on the verge of breaking — possibly even running off and going straight to the local police station. Her phone suddenly feels heavy in her pocket.

“What we’re not going to do is that! Do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail?!” Derek exclaims. His mouth goes to open again before he suddenly halts, looking over to Spencer and shouting. “Ayo, kid-fucking-genius, could you, I don’t know — think?!”

The yelling makes her shrink in on herself. Yes, call the police, turn yourself in. Obstruction of justice; tampering with evidence, manslaughter, attempting to hide a body, invasion of privacy, possible perjury — all this leads to incarceration and more time. Maybe she could even get a deal, say that she was in shock, dealing with PTSD. Immunity! Maybe she could strike herself and Spencer an immunity deal.

God — they killed her. They murdered someone.

Immense guilt bubbles its way through her before she turns to gag on air. Her hands clutches her stomach as she heaves, distantly hearing the arguing background.

“— about Hotch?”

“What about him? He’s going to put us in jail himself. If we’re lucky, he’ll kill us so we can skip a life sentence!”

JJ cries louder. God was she fucking annoying.

“He doesn’t give two shits about her —” “Could everyone just stop for a fucking moment,” a new, irritated voice cuts in. It sounds like it’s been pushed through gritted teeth, muddled by straining and holding back tears. It’s Spencer.

His eyes shut, the palm of his hands pressed harshly on them before rubbing them hard. But, they travel up to his forehead and through his hair, pulling down so hard that Y/N would be surprised if he didn’t already lose a chunk. But within a swift motion, he crouches to the ground in a fetal-like position; the balls of his feet roll back and forth, making his entire body bounce in small rhythms.

He’s having a panic attack, judging by the way his breathing cuts in and out in large volumes, hyperventilation bound to happen soon.

The entire group stays silent before Derek has enough. He walks up to Spencer, a hand clutching his jacket which forces him to stare straight into his eyes.

“Don’t treat him like that,” Emily tries to cut in.

“If you don’t give us something good within the next few seconds, you better pray to god —”

With newfound determination, Spencer meets his eyes with a fiery look, his chest puffed out a bit and his voice is even.

“We burn it.”

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Friday, August 29th, 2003

Palo Alto, California. Apartment 7

Four months before

A clanging sound reverberates throughout the empty hallway for the third time within the last five minutes. Her keys.

An annoyed sigh involuntarily leaves her lips as she struggles to lift the stacks of heavy boxes in her arms. Her attention was drawn to a bulletin board near her door. A missing person’s photo was plastered, marked with an eye-catching red border. Printed underneath a photo of a man in bold letters: George Floyet, twenty-five-year-old student at Palo Alto University. Last seen on July 30th, 2003.

When Y/N L/N was fourteen, she vaguely remembered people asking her where she saw herself in the next ten years. Now standing outside her newly rented apartment, sweating as she juggled a stack of large boxes without tripping — well, she certainly hadn’t thought this.

Life had many ups and downs, as cliche as that sounded. She hadn’t expected to graduate university with an English and Human Physiology degree, nor had she expected into medical school before ultimately deciding to take the LSATs, pursuing a career in law.

Truly, had Y/N used one word to describe her career ambitions at the moment, she’d say she’s pretty fucked and clueless. Although, she’d liked to consider herself fairly motivated, resilient, perhaps even strong-willed and quick on her feet. Scratch that, if anything, the one thing she did pride herself on was her ability to compose herself quickly and the want to overcome fear. It was a motto, of sorts, which she’d been sticking close to: going with the flow.

If anything, those were the attributes that built the foundation of what anyone needed to become a successful lawyer. Yes, that made her situation sound a lot less… pathetic.

But certainly, standing in the middle of a corridor in a shitty apartment with walls too thin to save money on rent, she’d consider herself pretty pathetic.

Oh, the joys of moving.

Just as she felt one of the boxes tipping, the sound of shuffling fills the hallway. A pair of large pale hands come out of nowhere, swiftly catching the stacked cardboard boxes with ease.

When she looked up, she hadn’t quite caught a look at the man in front of her as he bent down to pick up her keys. But when he finally stood straight, eyes locking, she took note of his features

He was tall, much taller than herself and dressed in black slacks and a light lilac dress shirt which was pushed up by the sleeves. He was young, probably the same age as her or younger. He was wide-eyed, almost doe-like and wore a nervous yet seemingly gentle expression.

“Hello,” said the stranger. His hair was rumpled as if he’d just woken up as darken eyebags accentuated his face. His face was sharp, features dark — but in a soft sharp way that made the shape of his nose and lips the most noticeable. Pink lips, a tired look, pretty face.

This stranger was friendly and very attractive. That was her first impression of him.

“Hi,” she replied, a bit breathless from the weight of juggling the boxes. But still, she smiled and her head tilted to the side slightly.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were my new neighbour, I hope you don’t mind me helping, you looked like you needed it,” he says nervously, his extra free hand goes back to rub the back of his neck.

Y/N’s eyes shoot over to the door at the end of the hallway, conveniently next to hers: apartment 8. He must've heard the banging against the doors and walls, and suddenly, she felt guilty. She must’ve woken him up.

“Haha, yeah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so loud.”

“No! It’s fine.”

Now, both stand there a bit awkwardly before she coughs, which has him nodding and fumbling with her keys in his hand, “Er — I have a couple of minutes before I leave for work, do you still need help?”

“Right, yes!”

Y/N hands him over her other box, her hand taking the keys back as she clicks open her door. The smell of cleaning products filled her nose along with the smell of old books. It’s spacious, considering what she’s paying for it. It’s a flat, aside from the bathroom and kitchen and there’s a small balcony that’s connected with another set of railings outside. The view of green trees and flowers could be seen and suddenly, Y/N considers herself lucky when she’s realized the place she’s snagged.

The man trails behind her, setting the boxes down on the kitchen counter before dusting off any non-existent lint off his pants. His eyes quickly scan the area, in an analytical fashion.

He clears his throat, “Well, it was nice meeting you.”

She nods too, walking back up to her door to lead him out. “Likewise, neighbour.”

This time, a real smile crosses his face before looking down sheepishly, a small tint covering his cheeks. “Please, I’m Doctor Reid — but please, call me Spencer.”

“Doctor?” Her face lights up with curiosity. This man looks as young as her, younger — and she’s only twenty-four.

“Oh, I don’t practice medicine,” he quickly adds. His hands go to fiddle with each other, “I have three PhDs and an IQ of 187,” he explains. However, it’s not in a blatantly rude manner — like he’s trying to flaunt it. If anything, he looks embarrassed. His head drops to look down at his shoes, trying to make himself appear smaller, seeming uncomfortable. But like she said, Y/N likes to believe she’s quick on her feet.

“Well then, Doctor,” she teases, which has him going a deeper shade of pink, “I’m Y/N L/N, I have no PhDs, I used to practice medicine and I have an IQ of — probably a hundred or less.

At this, Spencer visibly relaxes as a deep chuckle makes its way out. He nods again, making his way out the door and does a small wave before disappearing back into his apartment. Y/N leaves her door open, but her back is faced towards it as she hears his door click back open and she feels the vibrations of his door closing before the tapping of his feet becomes more and more distant.

There are a dozen other boxes she ends up hauling in, but she’s noticed that Spencer must have somehow carried a few of the boxes to the top of the stairs rather than just leaving them in the lobby.

As she wipes down the surfaces, music blasting through her earbuds before unboxing her new bed frame, a smirk crosses her face; cheap rent, enrolled at one of the top law schools in the country, has enough money saved for the next few months and a cute, tall, polite and a fucking doctor that just so happens to be her neighbour — damn, Y/N doesn’t mind this at all.

【 Next Chapter 】

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darter-blue · 4 years ago

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YAAAAYYY CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 FOLLOWERS BEC!!!! 💖🥳🎈🎉 You deserve every one of them and so many more!!! Your blog is a delight, and so is your writing, and are you. Ilysm 🥺🥰 Your challenge sounds awesome, I would very much like to see what you do with the word 'Frosted', pretty please... 👀❄️ Lots of love!!

Minnie my darling,

You slid in here like a fire cracker to be MY FIRST 500 FOLLOWER PROMPT!!!

So here it is for you, @musette22:

It’s Christmas. Bucky is attempting to decorate his store front, pretty woefully to be honest. He’s Jewish, he doesn't even believe in Christmas. But oh no, Becca wants Christmas trees and frosted windows and holly hanging everywhere, and Bucky is the biggest pushover for his little sister.

And now look at him, spray painting horrible fake snow onto his front window. It looks like he’s trying to block it out because some kind of crime has been committed in his bookstore. That is not the look he’s going for. He’s just-

‘Excuse me?’

Bucky turns around with a start and slips over, and two large hands have grabbed him under his elbows before he’s properly had time to panic. ‘Holy Shit!’

‘I’m so sorry!’ says a rich, deep voice, and Bucky looks up and up into the bright blue eyes of the stranger whose hands are holding him up, eyes that are staring into Bucky’s with concern, ‘Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you.’

‘I’m fine,’ Bucky replies, a little breathless, ‘Are you… can I help you?’

‘Oh yes!’ the guy says, and looks down at his hands under Bucky’s elbow’s, ‘Oh right!’ and quickly steadies Bucky to help him stand on his own, ‘I ah, well I was just going to say I could help you with that,’ and gestures to the windows.

Bucky looks down at the can in his hand and then up at this beautiful stranger, ‘You can help?’

‘Oh, I’d be happy to!’

‘Well, okay,’ Bucky says, because the guy is gorgeous and he’s smiling at Bucky, and Bucky just… hands his can over and steps back from the window.

‘Cool, okay, ah - I’m Steve,’ the guy says, holding out his free hand for Bucky to shake.

‘Bucky.’

‘Well, Bucky, you have a couple of choices,’ Steve says, looking at the wide single pane of glass that frames Bucky’s bookstore, ‘We could keep it traditional, and just line the corners like this,’ and Steve wipes clean Bucky’s disaster to spray a perfect crescent into the corner of the pane, as if it’s lined with real snowfall.

Bucky nods along, pretending he isn’t blushing bright red at how quickly Steve did that, or how terrible his own attempt looks in comparison.

‘Or, we could go a little crazy and etch some designs into the frosting like this,’ Steve fills in a section with a light covering of the spray, takes a paintbrush from his satchel and uses the bottom end of it to etch reindeer and a sleigh into the snow. In less than two minutes.

‘Oh.’

‘You like that?’ Steve asks, turning to catch the dumbstruck expression Bucky no doubt has on his face, and Bucky can only nod, ‘Should I do it all the way across?’

‘Oh, would you? I mean, that’s a lot.’

‘I don’t mind,’ Steve says with a smile, ‘I love Christmas!’ Steve’s face is alight with the truth of that statement. ‘And um, you know, as a thank you, you could buy me a coffee maybe…’

‘Who me?’ Bucky asks, raising his eyebrows.

‘Yes, you,’ Steve laughs, ‘But only if you want, I honestly don’t mind doing it.’

‘No, I’d love to.’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ Bucky says, swallowing, ‘Just let me get my sister to watch the register.’

‘No problem, this will take me about half an hour.’

‘Wow.’

And Bucky watches the blush flood up into Steve’s bearded cheeks. Watches his smile grow into something warm and wonderful. And thinks maybe he could get used to Christmas, you know… if he had someone to celebrate it with.

#stucky #ficlet #500 words #500 follower celebration #christmas #bucky barnes #steve rogers #for the beautiful musette22 #minnie is the loveliest

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soymilka8 · 4 years ago

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Spray Paint - Hwang Hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin X gn reader !

genre: fluff

warnings: none, just a bit of cheesy stuff tho. (this is my very first fanfiction here so i'm sorry if it's rough, i'm not really all that familiar with the layout of Tumblr yet lol.)

word count: 3.5 k words

synopsis: hyunjin helps you fulfill your dream of spray painting on one chilly christmas night.

master-list.

also, please let me know if the owner of this gif is okay with me using it! bcs i literally just searched up hwang hyunjin snow in gif.

the sound of something pulling you out of your sleep.

eyes lazily lift themself up for a better view, body suddenly going limp as you bother to make out the muffled noise. it was 1AM. usually, your figure would have been awoke at this time, with the pads of your fingertips gliding across the controller and your exhausted but dedicated eyes glued stuck to the screen.

but today wasn't one of those days. it was indeed christmas, as you observed how the snowflakes would cascade down the clean window of your dorm room. it was indeed, christmas.

you sighed delicately, snuggling closer to the warm blankets which were the only thing keeping you snug this head aching holiday. another one of those days where you couldn't sleep, another one of those sleepless nights where you were a mix of being too tired but not tired enough to get the desired slumber.

it always happened at christmas, too. it had become a tradition by now, not having the capabilities to sleep during the first fall of snowflakes.

another sigh.

somehow, this year has gotten worse. maybe by the end of the holidays, you'd be looking like a dead zombie because of the lack of sleep. you chuckled at the thought. though christmas is a holiday spent with family, friends, acquaintances and just having fun in general— you had none you'd consider as any.

ping.

— except, for maybe that one.

a grin had spread across your features as your hands nimbly reached for the phone underneath your pillow, opening the phone with your password and eagerly responding to the message. perhaps, a tad bit too excited you were but as you saw the words written on the notification, your grin couldn't help but enlarge. okay, maybe you were more than excited.

you immediately jolted up from the comfort of your own bed, grabbing a pair of warm boots and heading out the door in hurry. you couldn't bother to put on anything affable any more, your pajamas were most likely warm enough.

and so, you ran and you ran; with the delicate but heavy christmas snow disrupting you, and the cold weather wrapping around your finger like a ring, you continued on running with the same stupid grin spreading across your features.

because finally, you had something to look forward to this christmas.

“are you sure this much is enough?”

“we might need a bit more...” a battle inside of your head occured as you contemplated. it was rough, having to use your head when the weather was inhospitable and gloomy. not to mention, you were not wearing clothes suitable to which you inwardly groaned at. curse your sudden heap of excitement, curse your bad decision making.

having to decide in the cold winter weather was tiring when all you wished for were warm clothes and the abilities to turn back time, to go back to your dorm and switch attire but alas, no point in doing so as you were already out now.

all you could do was nod, shaking the can bottle abruptly and briskly walking away. the convenience store didn't provide as much warmth as you had hoped. not only were you stuck in cold weather but in your shameful panda pajamas.

“let's buy two more, at least.” a voice threw you out of your trance. you shifted slightly from discomfort, eyeing the person who accompanied you with hurry. “no, this is enough.”

“but that much paint is only gonna take us the face to draw, what about the rest of the body?”

a breathy sighed ran past you as you finally gave in, caging your body in an attempt to pass through body heat. not that you were successful in doing so. “fine, let's get five more bottles.”

a grin had spread across the other person's features, along with the redness of his nose and the moon shape of his eyes. your heart stopped so suddenly, as if the frost stuck beneath your whole stomach went away in a whiplash; it was now swarmed with butterflies, filling you up with warmness. though you couldn't see much of the face because of the beanie and his large coat enwrapping him, heat crept upon your skin at his god sent features.

he was all too perfect.

once he had returned with five more bottles, you payed at the cashier with your own money and the both of you excited the air conditioned convenience store, the both of you feeling the same exact thing: it was damn cold in there.

“here, hold the spray bottles first.” the man said to you upon exciting the convenience store as he handed you the bag filled with spray bottles. albeit hesitant, you took the paper bag and raised your brow at confusion upon seeing him remove his coat.

“hyunjin, what are you doing? it's cold, don't remove your coat.”

he only grinned at this though, now creeping closer to your and wrapping the cost around your shoulders. he pulled back, reaching for the paper bag in your hands, placing them on the ground, and inserting your arms carefully inside his large coat. you were still confused at this, appalled even as you stared at him through wide eyes.

sure, you had already felt warm because of the coat but what about him? is he not gonna feel cold? and most importantly, why would he go as far as giving you his coat?

“you can wear it for now, i'm not cold.” he answered the question inside your head, giving you the same closed eye smile he once did in the convenience store. hot, cozy, butterflies spread again in the out of your stomach. you were looking for warmth earlier but now it seemed as if it was too much it was almost overwhelming.

“... thank you.”

was all you were able to muster as he held out his hand, grabbing hold of yours, and dragging you with those large footsteps of his.

through the buried snow and the noisy headlights, you were there, to hear hwang hyunjin's heavy panting breathe against your ears and you wouldn't have it any other way.

it had always been your dream to make kids smile.

the thought of their laughter reaching your ears or simply just imagining it was enough for you— for the both of you as he promised whatever your dreams were, it was his as well.

maybe it was just the fact that you were a castaway, maybe trauma had etched itself into you far too deeply and you were afraid of being someone you hated most but whatever it is your heart was feeling inside, you were grateful he was always there beside you.

as you stare at the blank billboard in front of you, a soft smile ran down your face; your hands were holding two bottles of spray cans, shaking it slightly with a hint of excitement in your features. he was beside you, gawking at the way your eyes would sparkle at the thought of making your dreams come true.

hwang hyunjin possibly fell down a deep hole just by you. your dreams, your aspirations, your melancholic voice, your soothing comfort— you, you, you. his mind was simply filled with you.

“are ya ready, hyunjin?” you voiced out, breaking him out of his daydreaming. hyunjin shook his head abruptly, a blush covering his features and nodding at you as he followed your stare at the billboard in front.

it was big, big enough to catch people's attention. actually, no, scratch that. it was larger than the both of you had initially intended; it was more or less, enough to keep people staring and observing. still, you didn't mind as you prepped your bottles and neared the billboard.

a santa clause, reindeer, over-joyed kids, and fake reality you had planned of painting against the smooth surface the night before. having told hyunjin this, he was a bit surprised at your idea of spray painting on an enormous billboard with him. usually, it would only be him and his group of friends who'd cause mischief such as this, drawing random drabbles, art, and graffiti, waiting for the police to chase them.

he never brought you into any of his gimmick despite knowing your hands were creative. he was simply too overprotective. though he'd usually tell you of what he and his friends do every single time, at 1AM, he once again, never had the courage to tell you to come with them.

you never did, really. you never bothered to.

however, once you suddenly came in out of the blue, asking him to take you to one of the billboards with him only— hyunjin was confused and denying of this fact. he didn't want you getting in trouble for illegally doing graffiti and albeit the sound of prison romance sounding real pleasant against his ears, he knew that prison was not what it seemed like in books and novels.

though your persistence is what shook him off the most and eventually, he agreed to taking you with him to one of the graffiti spots not without manifesting that if ever the police do come, he'd be the only one to get caught.

he lazily shook the bottle around, eyeing the large and tall billboard. you had come with him once, on his graffiti trip with his friends. though it was long ago, you were still aware of what you had to do to reach the higher parts of the billboard. there were platforms, large and safe enough for you to climb onto.

and without any hesitation, you easily climbed onto one of them, surprising hyunjin as he hurriedly went beneath the platform if ever you were to fall.

“hyunjin—” you called out from above, sensing his presence underneath you as you started spray painting, “go do as we had planned, i'll be alright.” you tried on reassuring. hyunjin slowly but hesitantly backed away from you, biting his lip in the process as he continued to stare at you from above.

he felt on edge but nonetheless, he tried his best to focus as he neared the billboard and did his own part.

twenty minutes, thirty minutes, an hour, two hours, three hours— and finally.

“wah!” you heard a gasp from beside you.

finally!

you were done, the beautiful art work from beside you, displaying across as it had come to contact with the shine. it took hours of work, hours of neck pain but alas, you were done finished.

you attempted climbing off the platform, your foot walking backwards. you thought there was a ledge down there— you thought. a small yelp escaped from your lips as you had no time to process whatever it is just happened, you only felt the cold breeze of the rising sun hitting your face as you fell. it once again, felt chilling. your body froze like earlier, so cold and barren.

but before you even think of hitting the hard ground, you felt something catch you. they felt like strong, arms and you looked to the sides, only to see your only and only friend— hyunjin, eyes wide, mouth agape and delving in worry. he had caught you within his arms.

carefully setting you down onto your feet, hyunjin had sighed and lightly brushed of his pants. you were still wide-eyed, trying to process what just occured. you could've gotten a concussion down there, you could've gotten brain damage or worse— you could've forgotten about hyunjin.

the worse possible scenarios of whatever may happen to your body dissipated as you thought about ever forgetting hyunjin, you couldn't bear to lose him, not him. and without even realising it, tears started to cascade down your cheeks as your breath hitched from the sudden emotion you felt.

your heart had panged loudly within your ears, the thought of forgetting hyunjin getting louder and louder. soon, those droplets of tears turned into sobs and hyunjin looked at you with confusion and worry. his hands were fumbling with each other, confused, and maybe even heartbroken.

had he caused this?

but as if his minds were paralyzing his actions, he neared your figure, raising your chin up to look at his eyes and with his soft and gentle fingers— he brushed the tears off of your cheeks. hyunjin cooes softly, bringing you towards him further and entrapping you into his warm arms. his were around your shoulder as yours were around his waist, hugging him tightly.

“what are you crying for, you cry baby?” he teases.

“i— i don't know, it's just—” you choked on your own tears and hyunjin cooed again, hugging you tighter than ever and patting your head in the most comforting manner.

“your dream came true, right? look,” hyunjin pulled away from the hug, staring softly into your tear filled eyes as he caressed your cheeks. his head pointed into the direction of the bottom of the billboard, your head following soon after.

and there, you saw a few little kids.

you saw them, staring at the art you drew with hyunjin in awe. you saw how their eyes sparkled, how they pointed and how some would say, “look it's santa claus” or, “wow, rudolph the red nosed reindeer!”

and it warmed your heart.

you slightly pulled away from the hug, nearing the edge of the platform of the billboard and waved at the little kids who came to stare at your drawing. hyunjin followed soon after, sitting down beside you and placing his hand on your waist incase you were to fall again. he promised he'd catch you again this time.

“did you draw this with your boyfriend?” came a cheeky little kid's voice, followed by the soft teases of the other kids as they pointed towards hyunjin. you blushed, shaking your head profusely and attempting to scoot away from hyunjin's grasped.

“n-no, he's not my—” but before you can think of saying any more and moving away from him any further, hyunjin pulled you closer within his arms as he gave the little kids a small wave and his captivating smile. “i drew this with my angel, do you like it?!” he said gleefully.

the little kids followed, throwing giggles and teases of their own. some even whispered, and some just smiled upon seeing your interaction. you however, sat beside hyunjin, cowering away and covering your face with embarrassment as hyunjin waved to the little kids, playing with them from a distance.

you slapped his thigh with your free hand, still keeping the other on your face as you urged him to stop.

“hyunjin, stop, these are kids!”

hyunjin only grinned, halting his finger and heart pointing at the kids as he looked at you. his eyes had softened upon seeing how embarrassed you were and albeit the sun starting to shine so brightly, he removed your hand from your face and gave the side of your lips a quick peck.

your eyes widened, he just kissed you.

he kissed you, in broad daylight— well, not really broad daylight but the point was that he kissed you, in front of the kids!

“hyunjin, what—” and he kissed you again.

for the second time, the third time, the fourth being on your forehead, the fifth being on the tip of your nose, the sixth being under your chin, the seventh being on your cheek and the eighth on your lips.

your eyes were left agape, you couldn't hear nor feel anything anymore. the kids’ voice were a blur as you try to figure out what's real from what's fake; nothing was a dream. hyunjin really had kissed you, and so proudly at that.

you suddenly felt hyunjin lay his forehead on top of yours, the grin still very much visible on his face,

“merry christmas, angel.” hyunjin whispered, caressing your cheeks gently. the smile on his face never faded as he stared at you lovingly, those orbs hold such emotion that you felt it going through your whole body. hyunjin was there, he really was there to share your dream with him.

you smiled back, pulling out of the sweet moment and giving the kids another look. you all saw their lovestruck faces, some were covering their eyes and some held emotions with such disgust it made you chuckle. the first kiss was covered by the sun yet the following was visible, leaving them to bathe in the sweet moment you and hyunjin shared.

you gave them one apologetic smile, opening your mouth to say something until you heard something loud.

it was sirens.

the police had finally come and you flipped your head sidewards, seeing at least about five cars making their way towards the alley you, hyunjin, and the rest of the kids were at. your eyes once again widened and you froze, staring as they neared towards your figure.

you'd been with hyunjin and his friends a couple of times yet whenever the police do ever come, you always stay stuck like ice.

“angel? angel! we have to get out of here, quick!” hyunjin whisper shouted beside you, you felt his hand creep onto your cheek roughly as he squished them. his orbs seethed through yours, a sense of reassurance, safety and— warmth.

“let's bail, yeah?”

and you suddenly felt the fearful sensation within you earlier dissipate. you stood up quickly, brushing your lap and running a bit towards the side of the large platform where a small corner was held. it was enough for you and hyunjin to hide in, not to mention it was pretty well hidden and the view of the sun is beautiful. you didn't have any time to think about it's advantages though as you looked back one last time, seeing the kids’ confused faces.

you held your index finger up, winking slightly and giving them a slight nod. you hoped they would keep it a secret.

hyunjin hurriedly pulled you down, his hands intertwined with yours as his feet made contact with the rough cement. he caught you on time, grunting in the process. and hyunjin ran, keeping you on his shoulder. you didn't bother on convincing him to put you down knowing it would just end up as a huge argument and you'd much rather not initiate that now, not when the police are on the loose.

“how are you feeling, angel?” hyunjin started, settling you into his shoulder more comfortably. you stayed silent for a few seconds, contemplating your feelings and running your memory through everything that had happened today.

hyunjin and you bought spray paint, he gave you his jacket, you held his hand tightly, he helped you spray paint art, he caught you in his arms on time, he called you his, he kissed you too many times, he fulfilled your dreams.

a soft smile adorned your features, “i feel good— no, i feel amazing, actually.”

hyunjin beamed upon hearing your sentence, pulling you just a tad bit closer as he entered the abandoned shed with you still in his arms. “i'm glad.”

he settled you down, panting a bit as he observed the small shed. it was destroyed, no one inhabitated the place yet the spot was perfect for viewing the stars and the moon. there was no stars yet but what there was, was the sun preparing to shine and rise in full view.

hyunjin hurriedly held your palm, sitting down in the rough wood, pulling you on his lap. he was fixated on cuddling against you but you had no problem, even snuggling closer for his warmth. he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you just a tad bit into his chest and laying his head into your shoulder.

the sun maybe rising but it was still christmas.

“i'm glad you enjoyed today, angel.” he started, brushing a small kiss past the nape of your neck. “i really am.”

“hyunjin, thank you...”

you turned to face him, ruffling his hair slightly and giving his lips a quick peck. you were not sure if it was official yet but even so, the sudden confidence to kiss him had come.

you stared at his eyes for a moment before once again, kissing his lips, this time more slowly.

hyunjin caught on, kissing back and reciprocating the same action. his hand snaked behind your head as he kept you close to him, lips intertwining and eyes closed from the close contact. his lips felt so humid, it was intoxicating as it sent shivers down your spine.

hyunjin pulled back after the lack of air, laying his forehead against yours once more.

“anything for you, angel.” he whispered, giving your cheek another kiss. “we share our dreams, remember?”

you nodded, suddenly taken aback at the promise you made with him a few years back. his dream was yours to hold, and his was yours. it was a promised you swore to hold until the both of you fulfill it; it was one of the things keeping you binded with him.

“and wherever we maybe...” hyunjin started, now laying his head back into your shoulder and staring at the rising sun. “that dream will never change.”

and you once again nodded, the same overwhelming warmth from a few minutes, a few seconds, and a few hours coming back to you. your stomach felt the same butterflies, so did your eyes apparently as it had started watering out of the blue.

hyunjin kept you warm, hyunjin kept you safe.

he fulfilled your promise, now it was time to fulfill his.

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #stray kids #skz #hwang hyunjin is a soft boy #stream kingdom #hyunjin fanfic

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laughing-with-god · 5 years ago

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Quarter Quell

Request; Yandere Jungkook, Hunger Games Au

Word Count; 11.2k

Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the districts' defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.

The pixelated screen depicted a zoomed-in image of a middle aged man, smiling glamorously towards the camera lens as he held the microphone to his face and proceeded to the next segment of the show.

His fake snake-like contacts glimmered as they briefly ran across the cue card. Then he refocused his attention back to the camera; opening his overly plump and artificially enhanced lips to announce-

“Next we have the infamous brute of a man, District Two’s treasure and voted most likely to win; Jeon Jungkook!”

The roars and cheers of the fashionably rich audience reached a deafening climax when they caught sight of the next tribute to waltz onto the stage.

It seemed that District Two had sent yet another beast this year, eager to slaughter and kill those beneath its’ impeccable strength.

His form was evidence to the intense training he had been subjected to, the muscles bulging with capability yet his body being slender enough to hint at agility as well. He was tall and practically towered over the small host as he extended his veiny hand for a handshake. His warrior like body was clad in black slacks, a white blouse and black suit that was complimented with the embedded images of white flowers, the assemble even had frilly handcuffs to add to a more ‘softer’ look.

This attempt was laughable given the man wearing it.

The host gestured for him to take the seat next to his, the tribute doing so and smiling wolfishly at the audience that continued their vocal support of him.

His face was a mixture of slender and round, all features above his lips being reminiscent of a boyish adolescence while his sharp jaw and smug smile suggested a more grown outlook. His skin was the same color of the fresh snow to coat the grounds during winter, an ode to his Districts’ chore of masonry and making of weaponry in contrast to the other districts whose work lied outside in the fields. Another trait of his home District was the size of his broad body and full face, clearly he had never had to suffer from food outages, a privilege that was starved of the later districts. His doe eyes were bright with life and glowed with the warmth provided by his caramel-colored orbs, framed by inky black eyelashes. His nose was fleshy but impish in nature, charmingly scrunching up as he humored the crowd and host. He routinely licked his lips, keeping them moist and berry red; at times pulling them back to reveal two rows of pearly white teeth. His hair was russet brown and neatly kept, greatly contrasting the host’s green and unruly hair to prove the difference between Capitol fashion and the Districts’ more natural trend.

“Okay. Jungkook. You are a man who needs little to no introduction this year. You’re handsome, strong and the Capitol’s favorite tribute to win the 100th Annual Hunger Games. You even scored the highest with an 11 during the personal assessment test. And your confidence was off the charts given you are the only person to volunteer this year. Please tell us, what was on your mind when you were reaped to join the fourth Quarter Quell game?” The host rambled, gesturing wildly with his spray tanned hands to express the thrill he felt of talking to such an idol.

Jungkook chuckled, pretending he didn’t hear the responding coos of the ladies in the audience at hearing his melodic voice, and proceeded to say; “It’s like a dream come true. I can’t wait to show everyone what I am made of.”

The host clapped his hands and leaned closer to him excitedly, mock whispering, “Between you and me, what do you think of this years’ twist?”

Jungkook indulged his act of ‘gossiping’ and leaned forward to seriously say; “I think it’s brilliant. It’s almost unfair to others how in the bag I have this win.”

“So complete and utter violence is not a problem to you?”

Jungkook smirked, and for a brief moment the innocent allure melted off his face as his eyes darkened. “Why would it be? I’m a natural killer. With or without the weapons.”

Everyone applauded his answer, chanting his name in approval of his bloodthirsty persona. Bets were already being made and the obvious choice was sitting right in front of them. This was, without any reasonable doubt, the winner of the 100th annual Hunger Games.

The Quarter Quell occurred every 25 years, the anniversary bringing a sinister twist to the Hunger Games to remind the Districts of just how much power the Capitol has over them. The 25th Hunger games had the horrendous twist of making each District elect their own tributes, turning citizens against themselves in order to save their own children from the games. The 50th Annual Huger Games had double the tributes, each District sending four kids instead of the traditional two to provide double the murder, the winner of that game being Haymitch Abernathy. The 75th game elected previous victors to make experienced killers the players, the winner was Katniss Everdeen. Now it was the 100th Hunger Games, and the twist was that the tributes would have no help of sponsors, mentors or even weapons.

It would all be hand-to-hand combat.

Bloody and viscous fighting would be the only way to kill.

Brute force and animalistic survival would have to make up for the lack of aid and guidance provided for in previous games.

It was already predicted to be the goriest battle yet.

“I love your personality Jungkook! So determined! May I ask you a question?”

“What is it, Declan?” The boyish tribute inquired the host, leaning back into his seat with suave as he raised one of his neatly plucked brows in anticipation.

“Is there anyone on your hitlist? You know….someone you’re just going to gun for when that cannon goes off?”

Jungkook bit his lip and tilted his head, seemingly pondering the outcomes of revealing this answer to the rest of the world. The camera panned closer and closer to his flawless face as his brows furrowed in concentration, eyes gazed down in deep thought.

Finally he looked up and bored his bottomless eyes into the lens, a fire in his irises and a killer scoff painted onto his face.

The audience waited with baited breaths for his answer.

“Honestly?” He licked his lips and took a pause, as if enjoying the way everyone hung onto his words with frenzied eagerness. “Anyone who messes with District Ten’s Y/n can expect a visit from me.”

A resounding gasp shook the building.

“Oh my! A-Are you saying that she’s your lover?” the host asked after finally getting his dropped jaw to function.

Jungkook laughed, “Something like that, I guess. I believe in love at first sight and trust me….she’s mine.”

You watched the show in horror from your place backstage.

Your eyes welled up with unshed tears as District Two’s tribute began to list off reasons why he loved you on live television.

Your body was frozen to the ground as you felt the already dim fire of hope die down in the depths of your chest.

Your distraught face was glued to the screen, you felt the piercing and ruthless stares of the other tributes as they studied the alleged ‘soulmate’ of the perceived winner, the metaphorical target already being painted on. But you paid them little attention as you watched your downfall play before you, caused by a man you have never even said a word to.

He was...obsessed with you.

It was an inkling suspicion you had before.

But now you knew it to be the dreadful and tragic truth.

(Flashback)

You eyed your costume with a barely concealed face of disgust, the mirrored image before you causing a grimace of disdain.

You were from District Ten.

The main source District Ten offered to the Capitol was livestock and farming, an unglamorous but useful chore that provided the citizens with humble livelihoods and the Capitol with luxurious foods. Unfortunately, this did not translate well into fashion.

The stylist had dressed you in horns and fur; believing it to be ‘refreshing’ to dress you as the cattle and not the ranchers that looked after them. You did admit that it was on theme, but it was embarrassing and even degrading to be dressed as an animal before being slaughtered like one.

You heaved a deep breath and exited your dressing room, approaching the chariot that already held your male counterpart from District Ten.

The Chariot Rides were the first look the Capitol would get of the groomed and dressed up tributes, ogling at their costumes, looks and personalities before the official betting and sponsoring could begin.

You had no mentor to tell you what to do during the ride, so you had prepared yourself for a lukewarm smile and half-hearted waves. You saw no point in acting overly cheerful or happy to be there, you already knew that very little could change your fate.

The horses slowly began treading forward, leaving you trying hard to balance your powerless form as the over-sized chariot pushed ahead recklessly, the roar of the audience welcoming you with a ring inducing ear ache. The colorful and outlandish faces of the ultra rich passed through your peripheral, giving you a glimpse of the monsters who would be watching and counting on the deaths that would occur in the next week.

The booming anthem continued thundering the giant arena as the final two Districts made their way from behind you, the horns and drums only stopping when District 12 finally took its’ place beside the others.

The cheers quieted as the President strode towards his golden pedestal, tapping the mic before leaning his aged faced towards it to begin his annual speech.

“Tributes, we welcome you graciously to the Capitol. We commend your sacrifice and strength to join us for the 100th Annual Hunger Games!”

A brief and boisterous applause.

“As you may know, this game is very special. Not only is it the 100th game, but it is also the fourth Quarter Quell. This game, like any other Quarter Quell, will have a twist that is unorthodox with the previous games we have watched before. Tributes are expected to rely on themselves for survival, meaning no aid shall be given in or out the arena. This means no mentors to guide the tributes, no sponsors to save the day, no weapons to kill and no supplies to help survive.” The President smirked down at the chariots. “Tributes will be expected to fight like animals to win. May this game remind any remaining rebels in the districts that the capitol is still lenient with our punishment, we still could take away much more to make the games brutal for your children.”

The President’s colorless and rumbling voice drowned out as he listed off the basic rules for the tributes to follow during their stay at the capitol. The rules being well known enough for you to feel free to space out. Your mind was swimming in far more doomful thoughts.

You knew that there was something off about this game, it happened every 25 years and the game changer was always the subject of interest for everyone; Districts and Capitol alike. However you as a tribute wouldn’t get the full details until you were at the Capitol to hear what it was from the President himself. But you had a suspicion that it had something to do with taking away tribute’s support system. When you had gotten on the train you were confused to see no mentors to welcome you, only the escort and other tribute were there. This was very disappointing given that mentors were different from anyone else you’d have help you along the way- they actually lived through the games. They were also a key role in creating tailor suited strategies for tributes and gaining sponsors if there ever was a dire situation in which you’d need one.

You foolishly hoped that this would be the only set back to face.

But you never knew just how much the game keepers were taking away.

No weapons or survival bags meant an even grimmer fate for the ones playing the game.

You would have to live off the land.

You would also have to beat someone to death with your own hands if you needed to kill.

You felt your weak form crumble beneath the imaginary weight of your inevitable death. You had no chance to live. The only thing that could possibly even out the scale between you and the other tributes was weapons, strategy, and survival know-how. Without that, this game was basically being given to the careers and any other huge kid who would have no problem bashing someone’s head in. In this horrendous situation you couldn’t even hope for a quick death, hand-to-hand deaths meant bloody and painful ends.

You felt a tear trail down your cheek. Images of faceless kids with huge bodies crowding in to kill you with their own bruised and bloody hands haunted your minds’ eye. Would they strangle you? Kick your ribs until one of them breaks and puntcures your lung? Maybe-

You felt a nudge break your concentration.

You quickly wiped the tear off your face and snapped your attention to your District counterpart; Taehyung.

He was tall, slender and sun kissed due to his job at the ranch of looking after cattle that so many kids had in ten. His face was gaunt and almost intimidating, with his piercing black eyes, bushy and intense brows, regal nose and plump lips that were always in a scoff or blank with indifference. You two had not said a word to each other, the only communication you could recall was him asking you, in a gravelly and bottomless voice, to pass the butter during dinner on the train ride over to the capitol. Other than that, he was silent. You didn’t take it to heart though, you were also not much of a talker given the circumstances you two were in. You figured he was also in a state of depression and acceptance of his death, soaking in the last stimulation of life he could while also drowning himself in his own thoughts.

His eyes dragged towards the spot you wiped off, but they quickly redirected themselves to meet your own questioning stare.

“This isn’t my business or anything but…” He licked his lips and looked out to the other chariots, seemingly seeking something out before he continued his statement. “Why is Two looking at you like that?”

You followed his gaze.

District Two was one of the closest to the stage where the President was talking, but you could spot a single figure who was twisted away from the speech and looking behind him.

District two’s theme was masonry, reflective of their chore of weapon making. Due to this job they had, most of the kids who came from district two had an advantage as they knew how to handle weapons and had basic training with combat. They were the core of the career pact, Districts One and Four usually teaming up with the trained killers to create a deadly alliance. Safe to say, you did not want anyone from Two to point you out in a sea of tributes.

But it looks like you had somehow already got their attention.

His costume was gladiator-like, the chest piece being made out of jagged pieces of metal meant to look like knives and other weapons. He also wore a crown on his head, the silver twisting to look like leaves and plants but was also stained with fake blood. District Two’s stylist always wanted to hint at their team’s brutality.

You studied this costume and finally met the stare of the person.

His eyes were pitch black, the color of a midnight sky free of stars. It wasn’t clear if that was the color of his eyes or if his pupils were just that dilated, as if he was fascinated by what he saw. This assumption wasn’t a far stretch given his jaw was slightly ajar, like he was in some state of shock.

It didn’t make sense but there was no doubt about it….he was staring right at you.

His eyes drank you in, leaving you breathless at the intensity of the gaze, it held a tangible weight that caused you to shiver. His attention on you was so blatant and fearless, you wondered how the other tributes hadn’t noticed yet or if they were simply pretending not to. All of his muscular body was twisted towards your direction, the president and his speech long forgotten as he ogled you up and down. It was like he had never seen such a person before, he was studying you like he would never get another chance to.

Taehyung shifted his body and suddenly you were blocked from the stranger’s line of vision, Taehyung’s much larger frame covering you.

You took a shaky breath, the bizarreness of the look on two’s face was so confusing and it left you questioning what it could possibly mean.

“He’s been looking at you like that since we rolled out of the entrance.” Taehyung said, still blocking you but also managing to keep his eyes on the ranting president to achieve an act of listening.

“.....Maybe it’s because we’re dressed like cows?” You bleakly offered, pursing your lips at your own weak explanation.

“No, there’s more to it. I don’t know what the expression on his face was but it can’t be good.” Your District mate insisted, leaving you with a sense of relief that you weren’t the only one to feel like there was something up.

You nodded in agreement and tried to keep your agony and fear at bay given so many eyes were on the tributes.

Finally the President concluded his speech with a promising but terrifying; “May the odds be ever in your favor.”

“His name is Jungkook, District counterpart is named Joy, he’s eighteen years of age and he volunteered as tribute.” Your overly colorful and dainty escort sing-songed as she presented you two with a tape.

After the chariot ride, both you and Taehyung agreed that you should attempt to figure out as much as possible about District Two. You guys didn’t have a mentor so this meant that you would have to rely on your Capitol escort to provide you guys with information of the other tributes’ reaping.

“So what?” You asked from your spot on the neon monstrosity of a sofa. “Careers from 1 and 2 almost always volunteer.”

“Not during Quells though. Even they are too scared of the unknown twists to just jump in.” Taehyung said from a sofa parallel to yours.

You two silently watched as Vesta began bringing the hologram-like screen to life before popping in the tape of two’s reaping. You were still amazed by the technology of the Capitol, it was far more advanced than anything you saw in the farmlands of Ten.

The HD hologram burst with color as suddenly a slender, skinny but fashionable man was facing the room with a bright smile. “And now, the male tribute.”

Mesmerized, you watched as the unnamed personality skipped to the humongous glass bowl to pluck a name. He held the paper up to his squinty eyes and made his way back to the microphone to announce; “Kane Stelen.”

Before a response could even occur, a boisterous voice interjected to holler, “I volunteer as tribute!”

The camera panned out to see a young man jogging up to the stage, brown hair bouncing with his movement as he bounded excitedly towards the escort. Almost immediately the rest of District Two applauded and cheered for this guy, some even screaming out his name with a sense of pride. He grinned ruthlessly at the camera and shook hands with the confused escort when he found his spot beside him.

“What’s your name boy?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

He then held his arm up in the air in a victor stance, the crowd going crazier in response.

The hologram suddenly depleted into darkness, leaving you all silent as you tried to dissect what you have all just witnessed.

“He’s quite handsome.” Vesta said in between her sips of bubbling champagne. “I don’t get the big deal here. Why don’t you just form an alliance with him?”

“Because we’re not careers and his loyalty would only rest within One and maybe Four.” You heard the frustration in Taehyung’s voice as he attempted to explain it to the capitol airhead.

“Don’t treat me like an idiot! I may not be a mentor but I’ve seen my fair share of games to know that if a giant tribute from a strong District takes an interest in you, it’s for the best that you use that to an advantage.” The fashionista screeched.

“That interest could be good or bad….most likely bad.” You sadly mumbled, brain still playing over the scene of his reaping.

He was so bold to volunteer for one of the deadliest games. And by the way the rest of his District supported him, you could only imagine how strong his reputation as a trainee must’ve been. He was probably one of those killing machines that looked forward to the games, maybe his parents were the type to make him learn all types of fighting and survival skills. District two tended to make their kids believe that serving in the games was some type of honor, and the gleam in his eyes told you that he genuinely believed that.

“If there’s truly no weapons in the arena, that means the bigger tributes will have the best chance.” Vesta giggled before staggering away, heels clicking awfully against the marble floor. Her fake accented voice left you with one final thought; “Don’t burn your bridges, dearie.”

(Training Day 1)

The elevator was void of any sounds greater than the breaths of you and your District mate, the empty air bouncing off the walls of the enclosed space.

You silently watched as the digital number above the metal doors continued to downgrade, illustrating the passing floors as you two descended to the basement of the training center.

“Remember, today is only about scoping out the other tributes.”

You curtly nodded.

Over breakfast that morning, you and Taehyung made a semi-alliance. You both agreed that two heads were better than one and it would be the smartest course to help each other out to make up for the lack of mentorship. This would only last up until the arena, however. the goal of the Hunger Games was to have only a single survivor, this meant that all alliances would have a turning point of one killing the other (most likely in their sleep or when their backs were turned) and neither you or Taehyung wanted to put yourselves in that situation.

“No talking to anyone, lets just try to evaluate the others and we can see where we are by the end of it.” He had said.

This seemed to be the best option; to keep an eye out on who would be the biggest threats and assess your chances after that. Thus you agreed to Taehyung’s plan.

A sudden ding sounded to announce the arrival to the basement.

You stiffened up and squared your shoulders, plastering on a blank expression as the silver doors slid open.

‘Welcome to the Training Center. Only tributes from this point on.’ A robotic voice sing-songed as you and Taehyung stepped out in unison.

The training center was a giant gymnasium void of any color but grey and silver. The huge layout had multiple different stations for various skills ranging from camouflage, fire making, combat, weaponry, and survival know-how. In the center of such an area was a circle of young people, all dressed in the same fitness attire as you and eyeing each other up with paranoid gazes.

You took a deep breath and strode forward, barely holding back your grimaces as other tributes reacted to your arrival with guarded glances of scrutiny. You planted your feet by the outer section of the circle, far from the center but close enough to still be part of the group. Taehyung stood beside you, arms crossed and eyes staring straight ahead.

You discreetly counted sixteen tributes including you and Taehyung, which meant that four more districts still had yet to arrive. You couldn’t help but search for the odd stranger from Two, and realized with a strange sense of relief, that he had yet to arrive.

You took this time to study the others as you all waited for the remaining tributes. It seemed to be a pretty good mix, there was a lot of older teens but a couple younger ones to even out the scales as well. It couldn’t be helped; the look of utter dread on the 12-14 year old faces, they without a doubt knew that their short lives were coming to an end very soon. The smaller ones would be snapped like twigs by the bigger ones; a sad reality that replayed itself every year.

As time passed, more tributes made their entrance.

Currently there was twenty-two kids.

Only two more to go.

From District Two.

After what seemed like ages, finally the ding of the elevator rang once more, followed by the sounds of footsteps approaching the cluster of kids.

Your back was turned to the elevator and you knew it would break character to turn and face them, thus you stubbornly bowed your head and studied your shoes; ears picking up on the sound of their approach.

You almost choked when they paused directly behind you.

They were standing mere inches away from you.

He was standing mere inches away from you.

Suddenly the back of your neck began to burn as you felt the unnerving weight of his stare piercing into you. Without having to even look back at him, you somehow just knew that his behavior was the same as the day of the chariots; he was studying you with a mystery sense of awe that was beyond rational understanding. Except now he was doing it from a much closer range, you could practically feel the goosebumps on your skin begin to form as you let him inspect every visible cell of you. It was as if you were under some microscope and you had no choice but to let him dissect everything he could about you.

The thundering of your heart got louder and louder as it pounded against your chest, a foreign feeling of claustrophobia caving in on you. The panic was almost enough to make you turn around and confront the intense observer, but this instinct was interrupted as the head trainer began talking.

“Welcome to the training center. As tributes, you will spend the next three days here to prepare for your time in the games. Each station is a stimulation for some of the obstacles you will face in the arena. It’s easy to want to learn all the battle skills and tricks for hand to hand combat, but my advice is to not ignore the survival skills. Statistically speaking, most of you will die due to exposure, infection, starvation and dehydration.” She paused and scanned the faces of the fear-stricken tributes. “Furthermore, communication amongst yourselves is not forbidden but any fighting is and will be met with swift punishment.” An odd gleam glimmered in her eyes as she smirked, “Save those rivalries for the arena.”

And like that, you were all dismissed to begin training.

Before you could even think about where to go, Taehyung grasped his hand around your arm and promptly dragged you to the edible plants station.

The station was a small greenhouse area filled with many kinds of plants, each having a small place card as to what type they were and their status of poisonous or not. There were also books, memory cards and quiz-taking machines for any tribute willing to strain their mind on the process of adapting all this information.

“We can spend some time here, then go to fire and shelter making later.” Your District mate explained while picking up one of the books to flip through. “Plus we have a good spot from here to spy on the combat station.”

You looked directly across to indeed see numerous tributes lining up to take a turn with the trainer. There was open mats and the trainer would talk to them briefly before wrestling with them, you assumed giving them tips before putting them to good use. Then the tribute would be sent to the back of the line as the process repeated itself with another kid.

So for the next hour, you and Taehyung took turns committing the plants to memory and also scoping out the other tributes. From time to time, Taehyung would lean over and whisper District numbers of some tributes for you to keep an eye on. Other than the usual careers, there was a few brutes from other Districts that purposed a threat. District Six had a huge guy, he didn’t look older than 16 but he seemed to be one of the few who could hold his own in the hand to hand combat. You also spotted an athletic girl from Seven who was very agile, well-fed and flew through the rope course as if it was a walk in the park. Taehyung told you to keep an eye out for her and another guy from Eight, who was keeping a low profile at the hammock making station but seemed to be one of the few kids who had an air of confidence about him, most likely due to his strong built.

Due to the Quarter Quell, everyone was avoiding the stations with weapon training, given there wouldn’t be any in the arena so it was a certified waste of time. However you did catch some careers hovering by there, as if they were tempted to just play around with the expensive and new age knives, axes and spears. This made you scoff as their childish antics really pissed you off. What kind of psycho looks at weapons as if they were shiny new toys?

While most of the tributes were scrambling to absorb all the tips they could get, the careers seemed to be having fun. They rough-housed and conversed as if they were an over-hyper friend group. Their relaxed attitude hinted at their experience with training; they probably grew up with similar practices so they didn’t feel the intense pressure the others did. Still it was disrespectful and made the knots in your stomach tighten with anxiety.

Maybe they really were trained killers….

The odd stranger from Two was also in this group, but you tried your hardest not to pay any attention to him. You had a fear that he would take your temporary interest in him as some sort of invitation to talk. Because of this, you kept your focus on the plants but snuck occasional glances towards him. He seemed to be one of the quieter ones of the pack, yet the others followed his lead without question whenever he stalked off to other stations.

“I think it’s time we headed to the fire making station, don’t you?”

You turned around to see Taehyung as he approached you from behind, gaze already set on the suggestion station. You nodded in agreement, plants were already a very bland topic but you beared it your burden knowing that it could be the difference between life and death in a case of starvation. You just hoped that learning how to make a fire was a tad more interesting than this.

The instructor of that station directed you and your District mate to a make-shift camp area. As you sat on the fake logs and watched as the professional demonstrated just how to create a spark, a sight across the gymnasium caused your focus to come to a frigid stop.

The tributes of District Two were leaning leisurely against a wall and staring right at you. Well...he was staring right at you while his partner was turned to him, talking in a rushed fashion and making furious gestures in your direction.

Your heart plummeted.

His face was blank but his eyes were somehow both dazed and ultra-focused onto his target. When he noticed that you were looking right back at him, he raised a brow and tilted his head before pushing his tongue against his cheek.

His counterpart, Joy as you vaguely recalled, followed his gaze to you, her face dropping and posture stiffening in response to your equally stressed expression. She muttered one more thing to him and stormed off, leaving him to wolfishly grin at you, creepily indifferent to anything she had said to him, as he stalked forward.

You nudged Taehyung as the enigma of a man steadily approached.

Comfortable, elegant and seemingly determined, Jungkook plopped himself on a log parallel to the one you and Taehyung shared. The fire reacted to his arrival by bursting into life, the newfound flames painting an orange glow on his charming face and bottomless black orbs.

Apparently the instructor sensed that he should make his leave, he muttered a quick “I’ll go get some more sticks” and dashed off to leave you and Taehyung alone with the intimidating career.

“My name is Jungkook. I’m from Two. And you are?”

The fire cackled as a silence ghosted upon the trio.

He laughed, the sound twinkling and musical as he brushed his hair back to reveal a clear forehead. He propped his arm on his knee before raising a brow. “You know usually when someone introduces themselves the custom is for the person to respond back.”

“We’re from Ten.” Taehyung blankly answered.

Jungkook licked his lips. “Do you guys’ have any names?”

“Don’t see how that is relevant, we don’t even know why you’re here. What is it that you want?” Taehyung’s deep voice was almost as scary as the situation that was unfolding before your very eyes.

“Fair enough. I watched your guys’ reaping and know that your names are Taehyung and Y/n. I was just being polite but I suppose we could skip the formalities if you prefer.” Jungkook leaned forward, the fire causing a most primitive vibe as it highlighted his dark features and made his next words all the more barbaric. “I want to be allies.”

“No.” The reply was swift and brutal on Taehyung’s part, masking your splutter of shock at such a ludicrous request.

“May I ask why not?” Jungkook’s casualty didn’t falter at the answer, most likely expecting it.

“It won’t benefit us. Your motives are unknown and it makes no sense for you to even want us as allies. We’re not careers.”

“Maybe I’m not a muscle head and am thinking deeper about the games than just teaming up with other athletic tributes.” Jungkook argued, small smirk still evident.

“That still doesn’t explain why you’d want us. If you’re looking for smarts or underdogs, there’s plenty of other tributes that fit the bill better than us.”

Jungkooks’ eyebrow did a funny twitch as he smiled, rather fakely with dead eyes, at Taehyung. He without a doubt picked up on Taehyung’s stubbornness and abandoned any hope to convince him. Although he did seem rather pissed about this, he continued on with a forced tone of amicability. “Fine, I’ll count you out then.” He then bored his inky eyes into yours, turning all his attention onto you. “You however still have an open invitation.”

Before you could even open your mouth, Taehyung answered for you; “She’s with me. I’m not in so neither is she.”

Suddenly, Jungkook’s face dropped, lips morphing into a snarl-like manner while glaring furiously at your poor District mate. Long gone was the act of any friendliness, his frustration shined through with a sinister anger. The switch was so fast that you wondered for a moment if you were just imagining it, but by the way Taehyung shifted in his spot you knew that it was very much real. The career then gritted out, “She’d be far better of with me than you.”

“I doubt that.” You couldn’t help but agree with your District mate on this one. For the very short amount of time you had conversed with the odd boy from 2, it was already evident that he was prone to very unusual behaviors along with swift and gruesome personality changes.

“I’ve trained my whole life for this. I think I’m perfectly capable of taking care of her in that arena.” Jungkook was persistent, bewildering you with his unknown mission in becoming allies with you. Why in the world would he want you instead of the other bloodthirsty careers? What did he see in you? And why was he willing to fight Taehyung and brag about his ability to protect you?

“Exactly, you trained your whole life for this. Focus on being the sole winner of this game and leave me and Y/n alone.”

The words hung heavy in the air, echoing in your eardrums as the severity of the situation once again entered the conversation with a pending sense of doom. The theme of ‘every man for themselves’ was all too glaringly obvious. If Jungkook was desperate to win, then how come he was breaking his back to get closer to a girl who he’d have to kill off anyway? Was this an insight to how careers viewed teamwork in the games? Did they approach each other like, “hey no hard feelings but in that arena I will chop your head off when it comes down to it but until then let’s be friends”? Why even bother gathering in a pack if you know that one of them was more than likely your future killer?

Jungkook’s face melted off any emotion as a hard mask of indifference overtook his handsome appearance. He stiffly nodded before standing up to his full height, taking slow but deliberate steps away from the camp.

He was barely out of the station when he halted his stride, glancing over his shoulder to set his somber eyes on you.

“Does he always speak for you?”

The question was clearly directed at you in reference to Taehyung and the fact that you had not said a single word during the whole ordeal.

Your system seemed to shut down now that Jungkook was directly asking you something, all you could do was open and close your mouth as your brain scrambled for what to say.

He grinned, although there was no malice behind the action. It was almost a fond smile as he watched you blush and stutter. Like he enjoyed you being caught off guard by a simple question on his part. This odd response was gone before you could study it, as he turned on his heel and went to rejoin the other careers.

The second day of training was a tad more bearable than the first.

The tributes were not required to round up and wait until everyone arrived to begin training, as soon as one got there they were free to roam to their hearts’ desire.

You had decided to split apart from Taehyung and experience a limited feeling of independency. This was brought upon by Taehyung’s paranoia of the careers.

“That Jungkook guy most likely gave the rest a heads up that we’re an alliance. We should try to stay apart in order to throw them off.” These were the first words to greet you when you stalked over to the elevator after awaking late and missing breakfast.

“Why? Are we in a really bad spot right now?” You had asked.

“Generally careers would want to gun down other alliances before picking off individuals one by one. And from what happened yesterday, I can guarantee that Two isn’t forgetting us anytime soon.”

You had just shrugged in weak agreement and continued the wait for the elevator in silence. The thing was, you didn’t know what you and Taehyung actually were. Sure, you helped each other out but it there was an understanding that come arena time it was every man for themselves. So could it be said that District Ten had an alliance? You weren’t sure. What you did know was that it was very generous for Taehyung to step in the way he had during the conversation with 2. Either that or he was very stupid...too speak so boldly to a career and deny him when matters didn’t necessarily involve him. But luckily he did...you weren’t sure what you’d do if you had to deal with that Jungkook guy all on your own.

So here you were; alone at the camouflage station, trying to paint a tree trunk on your arm whilst also deciphering if this station was even worth the trouble.

You had never been much of an artist so it was proving to be a difficult task to properly get all the precise details of the bark down. It surely didn’t help that you were only allowed to use natural ingredients as paint. You were currently mixing a mixture of dirt and water to create the ideal brown paint, but it was becoming increasingly hard to strike the perfect balance. Too much dirt meant a very flakey consistency while too much water meant a very liquidey one.

“Who the fuck has time to paint themselves when they’re in the middle of a blood bath?” you mumbled in frustration before shoving the paint bucket away in anger.

“I second that notion.” A small and shaky voice called out.

You turned around to see a young boy standing a few feet away from you, holding up a paintbrush as he gestured to his forearm. On said body part was a chalky and sloppily painted on flower, evidence to his shared hatred of the camflogue station.

His round and chubby face smiled nervously at you, most likely regretting having said anything to you in the first place. He looked to be 13 or 14 years of age, frame similar to yours except slightly smaller. His eyes were smiley but looked to be puffy, his plump lips were currently set in a childish pout as he awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Caught off guard, you just nodded and hastily grabbed the rag to wipe off your ‘masterpiece’. Logically speaking, you were aware that this little boy was little to no threat to you, compared to the careers and other scary tributes. However you couldn’t help the fact that your nervous system went into overdrive when talking to tributes that weren’t Taehyung. Call it paranoia but there was no way of knowing this boys’ intentions of speaking to you. For all you know, he could’ve been playing bait for some bigger tributes to reel you in.

An image of District Two flashed in your minds’ eye, causing you to shudder.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. I just really need someone to talk to….” He whined as he watched you frantically gather to put the equipment away. “No one will let me near them because they don’t take me seriously as a tribute.”

You froze.

“I know I’m just a kid but...I deserve an ally too, right?”

You felt an involuntary tug on your heart strings as you heard the desperate plea of a literal child.

What was wrong with you?

He was so young and probably faced the lowest chances of winning this game, and here you were; dashing away from him as if he was the big black wolf when all he wanted was a friend. You felt a sudden feeling of disgust in yourself. Did this game really affect you that much that you were quick to turn your back on a helpless boy? Did you now have the same morals of a killing machine career?

You shook your head and turned back around to face the kid.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been really...anxious lately.” You struggled to explain. “What’s your name?”

The boys’ expression of distraught melted into a somber smile as he sized you up and down. Then, when he knew for sure that you were serious about talking to him, he released a tiny giggle and jogged up closer to you.

“I’m Chenle! From District Three!”

The boy was overly friendly and way too trusting of you. But luckily for him, you weren’t kidding when you told him that you would also love an ally. He talked really fast, as if he had countless thoughts bouncing off the walls of his little head and they were all racing to escape his pouty lips. And when he did share a thought with you, a twinkle in eyes glimmered excitedly as if he was getting giddy from just telling you his little ‘secrets’.

You learned that he was thirteen years old and possibly the youngest one here. He was also a big brother to a little girl back at his home district. Chenle had a mother but no father and although he was very scrawny and small, he did very well in school and had more brains than most of the older tributes.

“Remember the 58th annual Hunger Games? The winner was Beetee Latier and he took out a whole pack of careers by electrocuting them.” He told you with a coy smile on his face as his eyes gazed off with a bleak expression. “I want to model my game after that, careers are usually all muscle and no brain. It’s my only hope; to outsmart them.”

You recalled that game. The winner as one of the last tributes standing and he looked to be at odds compared to how big and brutal the others were. Luckily for him, a sponsor aired in some electric wire and he used it to kill the remaining tributes.

You bit the inside of your cheek and avoided his gaze. You didn’t have the heart to interject and point out that the chances of coming across electric wire to outsmart muscle heads was very unlikely. Also this game being a Quarter Quell and it’s awful twist meant that this game was built very differently. Any strategy outside of pure strength was very flawed. There would be no equipment in that arena, and no sponsors either. Instead you focused on much lighter topic of discussion.

“The victor of that game was also from Three, right? Are all kids from your home District little whizes with technology?” you asked.

He giggled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess we have more of a knack for it than any other district. Our school lessons are built around it.”

“That’s really cool! You’re way smarter than any kid over at Ten. Lots of them don’t even continue going to school after elementary.” You praised.

“How come?”

“Most of them need to help their family on the farm so higher education isn’t really needed.” You shrugged half-heartedly.

Chenle nodded and got a thoughtful look on his face. “You know, I never really even gave much thought to other Districts. It’s a shame that I just now got an interest in them.”

You couldn’t help but agree that it was indeed a very awful irony. The very first time that he’d ever interact with anyone outside of Three was when he’d come face to face with the other tributes he’d be thrown into a bloodbath with.

“Oh! You have some paint on your lower back.” The young boy pointed out, interrupting your train of thoughts.

You cursed under your breath, twisting to try and catch sight of the paint but failing to do so. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Chenle grabbing a rag, he then approached you and offered to wipe it off.

You let him.

But this was apparently a very big mistake.

“DON’T TOUCH HER!”

The boisterous holler caused all the tributes in the training center to freeze and turn their attention to the cause of such war cry.

At first you assumed that a fight was breaking out in one of the other stations, but then it occurred to you that the words yelled would have nothing to do with a typical ‘tributes butting heads’ situation.

When you looked up, your heart dropped to your stomach.

Jungkook was hustling forward, head tilted like a bull as his steps vibrated the ground beneath him; like a gladiator approaching its’ final victim. His coal-like orbs were ignited with the flame of fury, and such eyes were set on you and your recent thirteen year old ally.

Instinctively, you pulled the boy behind you as you realized what was happening.

Soon the fuming tribute was standing in front of you and snarling at the innocent but confused babe that you tried to shield with your meager arms.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! You can’t just touch her like that!” He yelled, stepping forward as Chenle stepped back in fear.

“I-I was just helping her get something off.” The boy whined in defense, cracking and prepubescent voice trembling as he spoke.

“Oh please, I know how boys your age think! Tell me something you little freak, were you trying to cup your first feel or something before you’re eventually killed in that arena? Is that why you’ve clung onto her all day?” Jungkook held a spiteful scowl as he taunted Chenle, without a doubt trying to embarrass the boy as well as scare him.

“N-NO! It’s n-not like that.” The pitiful whines were ignored by the career.

There was a brief silence as Jungkook looked both you and the boy up and down, tongue pressing against his cheek in a tick of annoyance.

You held your breath.

“What district are you from?” Jungkook spoke after coming to a mysterious conclusion in his mind.

You felt yourself freeze in dread. You couldn’t bring yourself to say a word so you just watched in horror as this awful predator threatened to swallow this prey alive for no more reason than sheer paranoia and unfortunate misunderstanding. Your eyes began to water, you felt so worthless for not helping in any way. But it was as if there was a force beyond you that was causing you to halt all movement and logical thinking, manipulating you so you were left to watch this awful showdown. The weight of the collective gaze from all the other tributes watching had paralyzed you.

You were forced to watch on.

“T-three.”

Jungkook smirked, handsome face looking ruthless and somewhat satisfied.

“I’ll see you in the arena.”

It was a chilling promise, a signed deathwish from yours truly. Targets weren’t definite in the Hunger Games. Most people killed who they could whenever they crossed paths with someone weaker than them. It was a series of luck, stealth and strength. Very rarely were personal vendettas the cause of killings in the arena; unless revenge kills counted, when someone killed your ally and in return you kill them. But almost never, never, were such hateful rivalries formed in the short period before the games.

And having such a brute like Two promising to gun you down was as soul-crushing as watching your demise before your very own eyes.

With that, Jungkook turned around once again to storm away.

You pretended to not feel the piercing stares of the tributes, each trying to dissect why someone touching you would bring out such a violent reaction from Two.

You turned to console Chenle, only to see tears streaming down his face before he made a dash for the restrooms.

You promised to wait until he got out to talk to him, but the bell rang to announce the ending of the second day of practice.

You left the center in shame.

The third day of training was uneventful.

Everyone avoided you like you had the plague.

Including Chenle and Taehyung.

You didn’t necessarily blame them for putting distance between you and them. After what had happened with Jungkook, it was obvious that the career would target anyone and everyone around you. They were just doing the rational thing of saving themselves, yet it was still heartbreaking for you.

You just wanted to apologize to Chenle, to repay him in any way for what he had to suffer through yesterday. But whenever you attempted to close in on him, he’d become pale as a ghost before sprinting away.

Taehyung remained as stoic as he always had, yet he never pulled you aside or met you with notes in hand like you were hoping.

This was the clear breakage in the ‘semi-alliance’ and you took the hint with grace.

It wasn’t like your relationship with him was going to last long anyways.

Weak and dreary was how you spent the last day of training. You wondered around the stations, thoughtless, depressed and exhausted. You had one goal in mind; stay away from Jungkook. You kept one paranoid eye on him, always making sure to stay several stations away from whichever one he resided in.

Currently you were at the shelter making station, listening half heartedly to the trainer as they presented how to form a pile of sticks into an acceptable hideout. The reason for your lack of interest was due to the looming thought of ‘why bother?’ Any life-saving skill wasn’t going to be learned in a matter of three days, and being under the radar of a psychotic man like Two lowered your chances even further. Today you allowed the purgatory-like fog to overrule you.

Idly you wondered if there was life after death. It couldn’t be helped, the promise of death was right around the corner and your human mind was wrapped up in the unanswered question of if end was really the end. You desperately wanted there to be something, anything, to greet you when you meet your violent and barbarian end. But logically, you knew that absolute nothingness was more likely.

Long ago there was such thing as religion, people believed in a higher power and thought you were either rewarded or punished after death based on how good of a person you were in life. That was before the Capitol took over and erased all institutions that went against what they thought. You learned about it briefly in school but never gave it much thought. But now that you were nearing the end of your short life, you found yourself wishing that some mystical being from above could take mercy on you in the form of a oasis-like place to greet you after your murder.

Maybe there would be-

“Excuse me?” A melodic and womanly voice interrupted your thoughts, causing you to look up and see whom was now standing in between you and the trainer in action.

She wasn’t facing you, instead addressing the shelter-maker with a tone of politeness.

“Would you mind letting me and this girl talk in private?”

The trainer nodded and left the half-made shelter, getting up to approach another tribute who was yards away and attempting their own version of a hide-out. Whilst this happened, the girl finally turned to face you.

It was Joy.

From District Two.

Jungkook’s Counterpart.

Your eyes widened and instinctively you took a step back, hoping to create a distance just in case she was also crazy like him. She noted this paranoid behavior with an eyebrow raise and a roll of her dark eyes.

“Calm down. I’m not him.” she reassured.

You gave her a guarded look, filled with scrutiny and disbelief.

Sure, technically just because someone came from the same District as a douchebag didn’t necessarily mean that they were guilty solely on association. But, Joy still was part of the career pack and by no means should be trusted.

The gorgeous woman was also a visual counterpart to her handsome district mate. She was tall, curvy, with a mature face and sexy features that made you feel insecure about your own. You wondered how the hell she could be in the same age-range as you, she looked to be in her twenties bare minimum. Her smouldering eyes looked around you two, scoping out the area before she grabbed your hand and dragged you behind a fake in-door tree that’s width was large enough to shield you both.

“I don’t have a lot of time and trust me, I’ll be in more danger than you if he finds out I’m talking to you.” She leaned her pale face closer, eyes deeply gazing into yours with an intense seriousness. “Jungkook is obsessed with you.”

“W-what?” You spluttered.

“He’s fucking crazy! I don’t know what it is about you that makes him insane but he snapped the moment he saw you that day of the chariots.” She hush-screeched, extra careful to not draw attention to your guys’ secret conversation.

You couldn’t say that it didn’t make sense. Because frankly, it did make all the sense in the world. However it was still a leap think that someone who you’ve never said a word to could be obsessed with you. You thought he was probably just messing with you, playing mind games with one of his victims before actually killing them. Most likely trying to create an entertaining game for the viewers to enjoy and root for. But certainly not genuine interest.

“Look, when he’s not eating or resting he’s watching your reaping tape. He’s constantly asking our escort to get in touch with your escort so he can try to talk to you. He told all the careers to not touch you. He even asked me to keep an eye out on you during these training days so no one ‘gets too close’.” She said this all in a rush, her face morphing to show the true emotion she felt about her own ally; she was scared. “In the game, he wants to find you and have you join the career pack. He told us that first we have to find you before anything else. I’m afraid you won’t have a choice in the matter.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” You asked.

Any aid given from tribute to tribute had to be dealt with extreme caution. There was no absolute way of knowing that some sort of angle wasn’t being played with you. Strategically speaking, Joy could be acting like a friend to earn your trust by using her ally’s odd behavior to her advantage. You couldn’t allow yourself to be played even though every bone in your body told you that she wasn’t lying about Jungkook’s infatuation.

She licked her ruby lips and straightened up, gaining control of her expression and plastering on a look of aloofness. “I don’t know but don’t expect anymore handouts from me. I’m coming to you as a woman. If a boy was doing all that to me without my knowledge, I’d want someone to tell me.”

She peeked out from the tree to make sure the coast was clear before making her wordless leave.

A couple minutes of silence passed as you leaned against the tree and tried to process what had just happened.

Later you returned back to the trainer and asked for more pointers about making a hideout so hidden that tributes will unknowingly walk past it. A new motivation and need to focus ignited within you due to her words rang in your minds’ eye.

‘He wants to find you and have you join the career pack.’

Over your dead body would you ever join those monsters.

But, was Joy different?

By coming up to you to warn you, did she prove that perhaps not all careers were as heartless as you had suspected?

Or was she playing one of her own games?

(Back to interviews)

“And the next tribute we have is perhaps the one we all want to see most.”

The TV personality grinned excitedly at the responding roar the crowd released as they without a doubt anticipated the upcoming tribute.

“Coming from District Ten, coming straight for our hearts….” The man faked looking side to side as if to tell a secret; “And not to mention, District Twos’ heart….”

A brief laughter.

“The gorgeous and lovely- Y/N L/N!!”

You took one deep breath and tried to calm your racing heart.

Without your consent the backstage worker pushed you into the blinding limelight, causing you to stumble onto the platform.

Claps, cheers and screams welcomed you and rang in your poor eardrums as you slowly walked over to the waving host. Luckily you made it to the seat before your legs could give out, but you had to clutch at your overly expensive dress while doing so.

You smiled nervously and tried to mask your upcoming panic attack by focusing solely on the over-zealous host and not the thousands of hungry stares from the below audience. In return, he excitedly took your hands in his and asked; “You’re a sight for sore eyes, dear! I think we can all see why Jungkook is so enamoured by you!”

Your smile faltered for a brief moment before you forced it back on.

“T-Thank you.” You settled on taking the compliment without acknowledging the implications of Jungkook.

But you were a fool to think that there would be a chance that the host wouldn’t focus on the taboo subject matter and nothing else.

“You know Y/n, it’s been over 25 years since the Hunger Games has last seen a couple. Would you mind telling us the story of how you and Jungkook met?”

You gulped.

But maybe this was a blessing in disguise? Perhaps there was a chance that this was your opportunity to clear this whole mess up? Surely telling the truth in front of so many people could untangle the whole misunderstanding.

“The thing is Declan, I’ve never even said a word to him. We’re complete strangers.” Your meek voice sounded laughable even to you but you were glad it was finally said out loud and off your chest.

Declan’s face dropped as a look of shock took over his artificial features.

And then in a blink of an eye it morphed back into a wide smile that revealed his bleached teeth.

“Aww! You must be the coy one between the two of you. I’m guessing Jungkook does all the talking for you. How cute!”

The crowd cooed at this ludicrous conclusion.

“Y/n, I would ask about your strategy in the arena but with someone like Jungkook in your corner I dare say you’re going to be the safest tribute.”

The crowd laughed, amused with the guard dog you supposedly had watching over you.

“No, it’s a misunderstanding. I’m single and Jungkook is not an ally of mine in any way.” You protested.

Instead of addressing you, the host turned to the audience and placed a hand beside his mouth to fake-whisper; “She’s still denying it! We’re gonna get nothing outta this girl!”

There was mixed reaction from the crowd, some more ‘aww’s for you and laughs at the host. You were hopeless to the incoming blush that burned your cheeks, ducking your face in fear that people would consider it a blush of passion and embarrassment and not one of anguish and anger.

“Y/n, there’s no need to be shy. Young love is a beautiful thing! You and Jungkook make the perfect duo for this game, he has the brawn and you must have the brains, He’s the beast to your beauty. The Ying to your Yang!” The host squealed this all while excitedly flapping his hands like a thrilled school girl.

You pursed your lips in an attempt to not snap on live television at the delusional fool who was more concerned with ratings instead of the truth.

“But you know, there can only be one winner.” The solemn hush rang amongst the audience in an instant, the seriousness causing all crowd reaction to halt. “As we know, in the 74th Annual Hunger Games, Katniss and Peeta had to turn on each other.” The host continued while sniffling; “Y/n, aren’t you afraid of that moment when you and Jungkook will have to compete against each other?”

You licked your lips before saying with the straightest face you could muster; “No.”

Interviews with tributes only lasted three minutes.

After attempting to dodge the questions as best you could, you were soon waved off the stage as District Eleven began theirs.

Vesta excitedly escorted you down the narrow backstage hallway and into the Ten dressing room, all the while chatting your ear off about her personal thoughts of your screen time.

“You looked so cute up there! But oh dear, do your social skills need work. You’re lucky Declan knows how to carry one-sided conversations.” She rambled before stopping to open a wooden door marked ‘10’. “Anywho, wait here with Taehyung while I go get more drinks. Those damn Avoxes apparently don’t know the meaning of bottomless champagne.”

You rolled your eyes at the first world problems that occupied her little mind, whilst also feeling bad for the silent slaves that would face her bitchy wrath and irreconcilable alcoholism. You studied her retreating form for a brief moment before stepping into the room and closing the door behind you.

The dwelling was small but efficient; pressed against a wall was a long table filled with expensive finger foods and drinks, an animal-printed sofa in the center and a wall-sized screen that projected the current live show taking place on stage.

The only people in such place were the two designers, whom were talking quietly next to the table, and Taehyung who sat watching the rest of the interviews. Having reached your limit of capitol people for the day, you took a seat on the same couch Taehyung occupied.

He was as straight-faced and aloof as ever, barely acknowledging you in favor of fixating his coal-like eyes on the other tributes as they spoke of strategy with the enthusiastic host.

You couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of your interview, if he felt any sense of sympathy at the romantic propaganda that was pushed onto you. But you and him weren’t exactly on peaking terms either.

So thus you two sat, wordlessly dissecting the bland interviews of District Eleven.

It wasn’t until the entire show was over that Taehyung said something to you.

Vesta had returned and rounded you both up to go back to the suite.

When exiting the elevator and entering the tenth floor, Taehyung uttered a final thought before turning his back to you to head to his room.

These would later be the last words he’d ever say to you.

In his intimidating and bottomless voice he told you; “You’re either the luckiest tribute in this game, or the most doomed.”

(Couple things; I AM open to doing a part two but if I had this in my docs for a second longer I think I was gonna blow my brains out. I do know where I wanna take it in the arena but decided to post it as it is bc I need time to organize the actual battle. Hopefully getting some feedback on this first part can help my creativity. This was orginally a request for a joint blog I was apart of but I left it...however the anon who requested told me they were happy that I was gonna be the one who wrote it and I already had 10+k down so I said fuck it. The gif I had is really similar to the gifs I used for Pen Pal but pls don't drag me I cant find good yandere Jungkook gifs like he’s an actual ball of fluff. Also I need to hire an editor bc omfg this is so shitty it looks like a first draft. But anyway, Please do tell me what you thought of this story and well...issa wrap)

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