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eldritch-thrumming · 1 year

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may the odds be ever in your favor.

“Dustin Henderson!” The voice rings out from the front of the crowd, perky and cheerful, like the whole entire town hasn’t been gathered here to watch as two of its children are sent to the slaughter on national television.

Steve’s heart pounds in his chest. Sweat breaks out across his back. Adrenaline pumps through his veins, makes his fingertips throb. Dustin, just a few rows in front of him, turns to look at Steve. He meets Steve’s gaze with tears in his eyes, panicked.

Steve can’t think. He can’t see anything beyond Dustin’s fear.

“I volunteer,” he hears himself yell out. His voice sounds shockingly calm to his own ears. “I volunteer as tribute.”

There’s a murmur in the crowd, a ripple of movement. No one from their district has ever volunteered in the history of the Games. Steve is eighteen. This was his last year participating in the Reaping. He'd almost made it.

The fear doesn’t disappear from Dustin’s face, his eyes round and glassy. Steve is distantly aware that Dustin is yelling, but he can’t hear anything over the rushing in his own ears. A Peacekeeper appears on either side of him and they pull him towards the stage, their hands firm and bruising around his biceps. Steve’s feet drag. He can’t seem to lift them high enough to step on his own. The Peacekeeper’s practically drag him up the steps and onto the raised platform of the stage.

Sam Owens, the tribute escort for their district, is smiling wide, teeth white and blinding in the morning sun. He pats Steve on the back, moves him to center stage with his hands on Steve’s arms.

“District 12’s first volunteer ever!” Owens yells into the microphone. “How exciting! History in the making.”

There’s only silence. Steve’s eyes find Claudia Henderson in the crowd. The look on her face shifts from relief to horror and back again. Even from here, Steve can see the tears on her face, shimmering in the sunlight.

Just then, movement at the back of the crowd of teenagers catches his attention. He spies Nancy in one of the back rows. She isn’t ever included in the Reaping, has never had to sign up for tesserae as the mayor’s daughter, but she always shows. Every year when Steve asks about it, she mumbles something about ‘bearing witness.’

Nancy, beautiful in her expensive wool dress, dark hair curled and pinned out of her face, raises her left hand. She presses the fingertips of her first three fingers to her lips before raising her arm high into the air.

Steve watches in fascination as the crowd shifts, shuffling in place, before lifting their own hands and mirroring Nancy’s salute. Steve swallows, breathes deep for the first time in what feels like hours.

Owens’s smile falters, but only slightly. “Right. Now for the girls.” He moves to the large glass bowl, hand circling, fingertips reaching. He pulls a tiny folded paper from the bowl. His hands are quick and sure as he breaks the seal, glancing down at the name. “Robin Buckley!”

The crowd shifts again. Steve feels his lungs collapse in his chest. He focuses in on where Robin stands at the center of the crowd of girls. Her mouth hangs open, her blue eyes huge in her pale face. Steve feels as if his knees are about to give out, wobbly and weak, but he somehow manages to keep his balance. He sees Nancy—just beyond Robin—barely react, but doesn’t miss the way her jaw tightens and her fists clench at her sides, knows her well enough by now to read her tells. The crowd parts as Robin slowly makes her way towards the stage. Owens pulls Robin by her hands, positions her so she stands shoulder to shoulder with Steve.

Steve feels like he might lose consciousness at any moment. His stomach turns, throat constricting. His vision goes dark around the edges.

He can’t bring himself to look over at Robin, knows he’ll lose control if he does, but he feels the back of her hand brush against his, feels her pinky curling around his. He has to bite back a sob and looks down at his feet, breathing deep through his nose.

Everything becomes a blur. Time seems to simultaneously slow down and speed up. Peacekeepers flank Robin and Steve as Owens leads them toward the Justice Building. They only have so much time before they’re forced onto a train bound for the Capitol, will only have a handful of minutes to say goodbye to everyone they’re leaving behind.

Once they make it to the Justice Building, they’re led into a wood-paneled sitting room with overstuffed armchairs and too many throw pillows. Steve’s head is starting to pound, temples throbbing. He feels a heavy pressure behind his eyes and he falls onto a couch in the center of the room. He leans his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He pushes his palms against his skull. He’s vaguely aware of Robin perched on the cushion next to him, spine ramrod straight, both feet planted firmly on the floor. Her hands twist in her lap.

Steve isn’t sure how long they sit there before the door opens and Dustin comes rushing toward him. Claudia Henderson follows closely behind her son. Robin’s parents bring up the rear.

“Steve, are you stupid? Why would you do that?” Dustin screeches at him, flinging his arms around Steve’s neck—practically tackling Steve into the cushions—and holding on for dear life. Steve can’t respond to him, throat suddenly dry. All he can do is bring his arms tight around Dustin, returning his hug. Several long moments pass before Dustin finally releases him. He looks so young, face red and blotchy. He brings his sleeve up to wipe at his nose and something in Steve fractures as he watches him.

Steve looks at Claudia, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. He stands from the couch and opens his arms to her. She practically falls into him, winding her arms around his waist. “Don’t let him watch,” he tells her, voice low so Dustin won’t hear. He feels his own burning tears spill from the corners of his eyes. They only have a few moments together. “Promise me. Please. He can’t watch.”

Claudia lets out a sob, but Steve can feel her nod against him. “I promise. Come back to us. Promise to fight, Steve,” she whispers, so only Steve can hear. Steve breathes in deep, smells the floral perfume she only wears three times a year on special occasions, the one that reminds him of warm hugs and home.

“Promise,” Steve whispers back.

The visitors are ushered out of the room and Steve is finally able to look at Robin. Her eyes are bright, shiny with tears, but she hasn’t cried, not yet. She has that look on her face, the one Steve recognizes as determination. The one she wears when they decide to break Capitol rules and hike out into the woods, into the bright sunny clearing by the stream where her quick fingers work on building her traps while Steve sharpens his arrow- and spearheads. All they can do is stare at each other.

Someone knocks softly on the door, breaking the spell between them. They both jump and turn toward the sound as the heavy door creaks open. Nancy steps through.

Her face is swollen and her eyes are red-rimmed, but her bottom lip is firm and her head is held high. She has something clutched in her hand.

She crosses the room to where they sit. She kneels in front of them on the patterned carpet. She grabs at Steve’s hand with her free one, pressing whatever’s in the other into Robin’s palm.

“You’re allowed one token from home in the arena,” Nancy’s voice comes out low and quick. “Will you wear this?” Robin looks down at her hand, turns over a gold pin. Steve can’t quite see what it is, thinks it might be the shape of a bird.

Robin nods, gaze lifting to meet Nancy’s.

“Stick together,” Nancy tells them. “Promise. That’s what will get you through the Games. Trust no one but each other. They want a show. Give them one. I—just—” She clearly wants to say more, but she bites her lip, shaking her head. Her curls bounce. “Just. Keep each other safe. Stay alive.” As she says it, a single tear falls from her eye. She abandons her grip on Steve’s hand to wipe it away angrily. “Promise,” she demands.

“Promise,” Robin’s voice comes out a hoarse whisper. “We promise, Nance.” Her fingers curl around the gold pin.

Nancy wraps them both in firm but quick hugs before she leaves the room without a backward glance.

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Robin and Steve are left alone for what feels like hours but can really only be a few minutes before being driven to the train that will transport them to the Capitol. Owens leads them into the lavish train car, where the District 12 mentor, Murray Bauman, already sits.

“Well,” he says, smiling grimly, arms open wide. “What beautiful and brave tributes we have this year.” He takes a swig from the bottle clutched in his hand.

Neither Robin nor Steve speak, they just move toward the seats opposite Murray, dropping down onto the plush cushions in tandem. Steve’s head is still pounding, exhaustion making his arms feel heavy.

Steve must fall asleep sitting up, because the next thing he knows, he wakes to a moving train and dark windows. Robin is no longer next to him. He hears murmuring and glances around, finding Robin and Murray huddled together in a corner, heads close.

Steve clears his throat, sitting up straight. The two of them glance toward him. Robin gives him a tight smile, small and strained. Murray’s grin is wider, but no more happy than Robin’s.

“What’d I miss?” Steve mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. He runs a hand through his hair.

“Talking strategy,” Murray tells him. “Come join the party.” He pats the seat of the chair next to him.

Steve pushes himself from his seat and crosses the small space, dropping heavily into the wooden chair.

“I was asking Murray about finding shelter in the arena,” Robin says softly, like she can tell that Steve’s head is still killing him, despite his nap.

“Right. So?” Steve turns toward Murray.

“So your first priority is surviving long enough that you’ll even need shelter,” Murray replies. “The first few moments in the arena are the deadliest. Absolutely brutal. The Careers will rush the Cornucopia and unprepared tributes will be picked off one by one. Don’t get caught up in the bloodbath.”

Steve thinks that they probably should take everything Murray says with a massive grain of salt. He and Robin hadn’t even been alive when Murray had won the 50th Games almost 25 years ago, but it was common District knowledge that he’d only won as a fluke, because of stupid mistakes other tributes had made and not because of any strategic prowess on his part. Now, Murray was mostly known as the town drunk, who spent his winnings at the only pub in town and more often than not made a fool of himself as he stumbled through the streets before the miners had even broken for lunch.

Steve and Robin share a look.

“No, stop, what’s that?” Murray says pointing between them. His gaze jumps from Steve to Robin and back again.

“What’s what?” Robin asks, genuine confusion coloring her voice.

“That look. Are you… can you read each other’s minds?” The last part is said in a fascinated whisper.

“You’re drunk, old man,” Steve says, rolling his eyes and scowling. Murray is getting on his last nerve already.

“You’re not wrong, kid.” Murray smiles and takes another pull from the bottle in his hand.

Steve sighs. “We should probably call it a night. It’s been a long day. We can reconvene when our heads are clearer.” He gives Murray a pointed look.

“My head is plenty clear,” Murray slurs.

“Right. Get some sleep,” Steve tells both Robin and Murray. “And drink some damn water.” The last part is directed at their mentor.

Murray salutes them both before disappearing from the train car, wandering off to his bed.

Robin and Steve stand in silence.

“Well, goodnight, Steve,” Robin whispers into the space between them. Her voice sounds small in a way it so rarely does. Steve can’t help but reach out a hand to her, pulling her into his chest before she goes of to bed. She sags against him, arms wrapped tight around his waist.

“We’ll figure it out, Rob,” he mumbles into her hair, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head. “We always do.”

Robin sniffles and pulls away, rubbing a hand over her face. “Yeah. We always do.”

She gives him one last look before following Murray out of the train car.

I made a post a lil while ago abt a Steddie x Hunger Games AU because Hunger Games was all over my for you page for whatever reason. Here’s a take on it. This will likely continue BUT I do not do tag lists. I’m sorry! They give me anxiety 🌝 hope you like it!

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victoriartdrawings · 3 months

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Sorry guys I haven't been much active for Snowbaird these past few weeks...forgive me plz with this little sketch???? 😣

Also also, the Snowbaird fic's folder is currently under revision (it's been two month since I haven't udapted it so yeah) @burntblueberrywaffles actually helps me with that (thanks a lot blue,r I'll come more on discord to talk tomorrow sorry haven't been active there either😣)

[dm me or @burntblueberrywaffles for an invite to the Snowbaird and Bread server! ]

#Snowbaird #YES IT'S FROM THAT PICTURE #Fanart #My art #As always using Rachel as face reference I just love drawing her lol #CoryoLucy #I had her dress in mind (from the discord girlie's when we were discussing LG dress if she #Were to live in the Capitol #But alas I will #Draw her in another post #Which AU is it???#Hmmm I wonder still...#(too many)#VictoriArt #Lucy gray #Lucy gray baird #Coriolanus snow

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multicolour-ink · 3 months

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Mario x Hunger Games AU except there's two possible scenarios:

1. Luigi dies during the games and Mario becomes forever cold, distant, and broken after this. He is chosen as the Mockingjay - and only agrees in order to secretly get revenge for Luigi.

2. Both bros win the tournament and are chosen as the Mockingjays, but the oncoming war and everything they go through begins to put a severe strain on their relationship.

(both bros are chosen for the games - obviously they would be from same district so that shouldn't be possible - but let's just say it's a special exception because it's an anniversary tournament)

#yet another au where mario loses his brother #obviously i put tqo scenarios because I'm curious as to what others would think #super mario #mario #luigi #peach is the princess in the capitol but of course does not agree woth the games #the hunger games #hunger games #hunger games au #mario and luigi #super mario movie #the super mario bros movie #mario movie

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tennessoui · 3 months

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new wip wednesday

i wanted to get the first chapter of this done as an early bday present to me because ive been talking about this fic for foreverrrrr but its not gonna happen because im bad at measuring time and effort 😮‍💨 but look! hunger games au fic!

Anakin pushes his face into his neck, letting his lips press against his pulse for a moment.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, recognition and warning rolled into one tone.

But Anakin wouldn’t be who he is if he allowed the man in his arms to so easily twist away. He wouldn’t even be here now, pressed up against him with the scent of saltwater and lilacs and leather filling his nose, if he let one warning word distract him from his goal.

So instead he pushes further, wraps his hands around Obi-Wan’s hips and takes the skin beneath his lips between his teeth. The soft fabric of their pants brush together, so loud in the stillness of the kitchen that it’s deafening—that it’s almost loud enough to drown out the catch in Obi-Wan’s breathing.

But Anakin has trained himself over the past five years to listen for all the small ways that Obi-Wan Kenobi capitulates, so he hears his sigh, feels the slump of his shoulders against his own as his head sways forward and then back.

Anakin takes his time worrying a bitemark into his neck, just at the edge of his beard. On the holos that will film Obi-Wan’s face today, it’ll look like a shadow.

But Anakin will know. Obi-Wan will know.

“Anakin,” his lover murmurs, and Anakin’s hand moves from his waist up to stroke down his arm, corded with tense muscle. Fisherman’s muscle. Victor’s muscle too.

Not today, he means. It’s obvious in every line of his body. It’s obvious in the fact that he left the bed so early in the morning when neither of them must work. It’s obvious in the distance in his eyes, the frown across his lips.

Today is not a day where Obi-Wan will accept pleasure from anyone’s lips or hands, undeserving as he feels to be on the receiving end of such a kindness.

Anakin’s left hand falls to cover Obi-Wan’s, tangling their fingers together. His are rougher than Obi-Wan’s, working man’s hands now that he is twenty-one and a man of the sea like most are on Stewjon. The rough drag of his calluses over the hairy knuckles of Obi-Wan’s hand makes Anakin swallow a smile. Victors of the Hunger Games are forbidden from working laborious jobs. They’re meant to languish away in their Coruscanti-funded manors, with idle minds and idle hands, picking at paints or design stencils or any number of different government approved hobbies

Obi-Wan Kenobi is not made to be idle. He has no patience for painting or sewing, for cooking or jewelry design. Luckily for him, Stewjon is the fourth planet from Coruscant, on the edge of the inner rim, and it’s rather small, rather ordinary. In the colder months, during the few months of the star year where the galaxy is not forced to care about the Hunger Games and its Victors, he can slip away to the ocean. Fish and sail like he was born to do, Stewjoni through and through.

But Anakin is out on those choppy seas year-round now that he’s four years finished with his compulsory education. His hands are rougher than Obi-Wan’s and they always will be.

Anakin likes it. Likes the way Obi-Wan’s softness contrasts against his own rougher places. Likes that he can sneak away from Obi-Wan’s manor in the blue of the pre-dawn light, first to the sea and then to the market, and Obi-Wan will be there when he gets back. Likes that when he leaves, his lover is curled up asleep in their bed. And when he returns with the fattest fish from his haul, Anakin can cook it for him too.

He likes that he is the only thing Obi-Wan needs. He provides. He cooks for him. He feeds him. He touches him with his rough hands, to dirty him and then to clean him up. Everything that Obi-Wan needs, Anakin is the person to give it to him.

He supposes he has Coruscant to thank for that.

He’s not stupid enough to say that—ever, but especially today. Especially on the day of the Reaping.

#wip wednesday #obikin #hunger games au #so like its gonna be set in the gffa slightly #so each district from the book is a either planet or planetary system #and coruscant is of course the capitol #anakin and obi-wan live in district 4 aka stewjon #im having a lot of fun examining their relationship #my bday is on saturday i just think this first chapter is going to be so long #because it covers from them waking up to anakin's reaping #which includes anakin talking in the market with other people on stewjon #because we love an outsiders implied pov on obikin and anakin specifically #and then also obi-wan's own reaping #cause i figure more than one person has won the hunger games in the past 50 years or whatever #so they must do some sort of drawing for the mentor too #its usually obi-wan tho #bad luck or capitol favoritism #or obi-wan volunteering even though he hates it because one of the other victors just had a baby or has small kids #or is too old #or something #anyway this is not a start wednesday done by saturday sorta project lol #im too passionate about these batshit insane characters

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sea-owl · 4 months

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What if I was to create a Hunger Games au where the Bridgertons were capitol citizens / older siblings are secret rebels and the spouses were victors?

The rebels are working to dismantle the Capitol slowly from the inside and somehow the Bridgertons are put front and center of the victors who may or may not also be rebels.

Or maybe it's after the rebellion and the Bridgertons are now in arranged marriages with victors as a way to show a growing unity between the Capitol and the Districts.

What districts do you think the spouses would be from?

#bridgerton #hunger games au #capitol bridgertons #victor spouses #you know now that im thinking on it more im liking the second one

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moon-mirage · 11 months

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Girl on Fire

#The Hunger Games #thg #katniss everdeen #my fanart #well that turned out differently than I expected #I wanted to draw a simple face practice but then there was the ribbons and the orange and the flame earrings #and then I just went with it #it's a very Capitol look #also katniss looks a little bit older than I imagine her #let's pretend it's an au #:P

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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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can u guys hear me out on something

#hunger games x 141 #but not like all of them competing because that's predictable #who's working for the capitol?#who's competing?#who is the peeta #and y/n is katniss obv bc she's that bitch #not an exact au where everything is the same. but i'm picturing some sort of dystopian au *similar* to THG #mw2 #call of duty #task force 141 #rachel speaks #not writing

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sleeplessdreamer123 · 1 year

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Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Hunger Games AU)

Years ago, the District victors voted to have the capitol children fight in the Hunger Games. Since the games ended on the 75th, then the capitol children needed to play 75 times before the game would officially be dissolved. There were many protests, both from the capitol and from some of the districts, but the victors, the ones forced into the games, have spoken, and the era of blood for sport continued.

Lucerys was reaped. A shame, they say, for it was the 74th game, the second to the last game before it would finally be officially dissolved. He could have escaped such a fate, but alas. He had a feeling it would happen, his family was one of the people closely related to the games, and had a history of being reaped multiple times, despite multiple protests. His step-grandmother's side was especially targeted, maybe because while their grandfather was a descendant of politicians, Otto came from the line of gamemakers, and was said to be the one who suggested certain things to his own father to add to the games as a boy.

While Alicent's children were all reaped, at least they all came back alive, though at a cost. Aegon drank his life away, whored himself, wishing to forget everything. Helaena was already odd when she entered the arena, it was a miracle she came out alive, though she was often triggered, and often wasn't "present" in the mind, spacing out, leaving her body for whatever fantasy world she takes herself to. It was Aemond Lucerys had been worried about. An incident occured once, when they were younger, resulting with Aemond losing an eye. The Districts cared not for his disability, and sent him to the arena, thinking he would be the first to die. He came out victorious, though Lucerys couldn't help but notice how brutal he was when killing boys with dark brown hair. Other than that, and the fact that he would get deadly when someone tried to get closer to him on his blind side, he was mostly fine.

And now it was his turn. He doesn't expect anyone to volunteer. He and Jace swore to each other that they wouldn't do that.

So he stood on the stage with a smile, ignoring the varying degrees of relief and pity from the crowd. Glancing at the rest of the tributes, he can already tell he has a problem, the largest one being Dalton Greyjoy, the eighteen year old boy who looked eager rather than frightened. He would be the most dangerous out of all of them.

They all stood while District 13 broadcasted what happened, the war, the Districts' suffering whilst the Capitol enjoyed luxury, the games, then they broadcasted their 74th game, with Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay.

They did it every year, broadcasting the suffering of that particular years' games. This year's game was ironically the game where the rebellion rose, when Katniss Everdeen became the face of the revolution.

They were made to watch the entirety of that year's games, to remind both Districts and Capitol why they continued to do the games, the suffering of the Districts' tributes, and why it was necessary the Capitol should feel the pain they did. Why they too should suffer the same.

When it ended, Lucerys felt the dread as it was then time to say goodbye. His mother was sobbing uncontrollably, Jace, couldn't look at him in the eye, but he hugged him tight, and Daemon quickly told him to grab the knife, to defend himself and to hide. They were ushered away by District 2 guards, and Lucerys breathes.

It was different now from then, when it came to which victor would get to train them. Usually, the District victor trains tributes from their own District, but it's different for the Capitol. The past victor gets to choose only one tribute to train, and Lucerys knows which victor he wanted.

He needed Aemond to choose him.

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #if the hunger games ended with another 75 years with capitol kids #hunger games au is fun

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maysrinn · 2 months

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I'm assuming in both AUs that Coryo and Lucy Gray are still around by the time of the 74th hunger games and all of that. So how does all that play out in each AU? In the district AU do they have any connection to Katniss at all? In the capitol one does Coryo still have a weird grudge against Katniss or does Lucy Gray talk him into being more sympathetic toward her? What happens to the families of both AUs when the revolution comes?

Good question,

Just as a fact in both AUs, katniss and Lucy gray are blood related. Katniss is Lucy Grays first cousin twice removed

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Capitol AU

Lucy Gray indeed watched Katniss's games with her grandkids after she and Peeta captured the attention of the First Lady during the interviews, particularly impressed by Peeta's bold declaration of love. Despite her reluctance to admit it, Lucy Gray, like many in the Capitol, found herself captivated by their performance. However, she stopped watching after Rue's death and Katniss's emotional rendition of "Deep in the Meadow," which hit too close to home.

Lucy Gray was surprised to learn that Katniss and Peeta emerged as victors, knowing her husband's inner fury over the outcome. She had to work to calm him down, fearing a repeat of what happened 24 years prior with Mr. Abernathy. Though Lucy Gray managed to exert some influence over Coriolanus and his malicious tendencies, it wasn't substantial. She appeared as a graceful, weary figure, exuding the scent of roses, when she met Katniss in person during the end of the victor tour, engaging in a genuine conversation unlike many others in the Capitol. Neither of them knew about their familial connection, a fact that would remain unknown for quite some time.

In the rebellion, Lucy Gray plays a minor role that ultimately safeguards her and her children from facing execution at the end. However, tension arises when Katniss negotiated grant immunity to all victors comes in the way with Coins plan to include Coriolanus's grandchildren in her symbolic Hunger Games, an idea that Lucy Gray finds outrageous.

Lucy Gray decides not to witness her husband's execution. Instead, she stays with Rosalyn and her family, fearing the temptation to do something reckless or foolish. Coriolanus meets his end as he did in the original story, facing the wrath of an angry mob who beat him to death.

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District AU

District AU during the 74 hg its not really well thought out and through yet. Coriolanus, portrayed as an emotionless commander of District 12, appears to the public as someone who casually sends people to the Hanging Tree every Tuesday, almost as if it's routine. The identity of the president in this AU is still uncertain (suggestions are welcome), but the Games remain unchanged and continue to operate without necessarily requiring a figure like Coriolanus Snow to oversee them.

Lucy Gray would know Katniss and her family as now being actually involved with the covey in this AU, She might have even cradled Katniss as a baby, echoing her interactions with her father. When Maude Ivory gives birth to her son, Lucy Gray bursts through the door, urgently making her way past Colton with a casual “MOVE BITCH!” to attend to the newest Covey member. Despite Coriolanus holding a secure and influential position in the district, both he and Lucy Gray chose not to reside in the wealthier part of District 12. They prioritize the safety of the kids and Lucy Gray her connection to the Covey, especially Lucy Gray, who dislikes being viewed with disdain. While it's unclear if they later live together, it's imaginable that Lucy Gray steps in to help raise Primrose and Katniss, with Coriolanus maintaining a distant or dismissive presence at best.

Side note: despite Coriolanus's influential position, he is unable to prevent Primrose from being reaped due to unforeseen circumstances or obstacles. Consequently, the Hunger Games proceed as planned with Katniss who volunteers for prim and Peeta as tributes. Haymitch and Lucy Gray would be their mentors.

He did tho went through Katniss names quite some time for getting tesserae for her family, being told each time not to do that. Each year being “this is the last time Everdeen-“, until next year “12, 13, 14…15?!”.

What happens during the revolution I’m not sure but I’m sure not the bombing of 12 that sounds like a 100% snow move (and if none of my babies is going to the heavens above-)

#tbosas #snowbaird #alternate universe #lucy gray baird #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #hunger games #district au #thg #district 12 #capitol au

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praxidikegal · 1 month

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District 13 AU (I should really stop calling it 13AU, it's a snowbaird happily ever after AU)

Orpheus Sage Snow

Nickname: Sejy

Third of my Snowbaird kid

Born and grew up in district 13 along with his elder sisters. When he was younger, he nearly died from a pox outbreak, which led to his father, fully joining 13 to the rebellion. Moved to the Capitol at 16.His father enrolled him into his former academy to assimilate him into the Capitol and went to school there along with his childhood friend, Micheal. There, he met his first friend, Ophelia Vickers (Coriolanus, knowing his opinionated son and not wanting him to end up like a certain someone, requested his former classmate to have her daughter befriend his son) then he met Julius "Julian" Creed. The four became fast friends.

Orpheus Sage loves wearing his mother's jewelry and loves to visit his mother's family in 12 (to which Julian would insist in coming along). Orpheus Sage also has a natural charisma and massive flirt and is genuinely physically affectionate. He is rebellious and would often not listen to anyone but his mother. His shenanigans had led to the news and sometimes kidnapped that no bodyguard ever stayed employed with him.

He will outright ignore anyone who will not say his full name. The only other nickname he will answer to is "Sejy" but it's only cuz that's what Ophelia had affectionally call him and that he notice his father flinches when he is called by that nickname and so never correct it.

In college, he studied and graduated in a chemistry majors(insisted by his father) with a deal that his father would fund and any projects he does. He then later pursue a career in music and theatre. His singing career is a hit and has led to travel everywhere and mostly away from his family's politics but helps out in ways he can whenever they badger him.

Their band back in when they were in the academy (Julian plays the piano)

#snowbaird #snowbaird kids #district 13 au #Snowbaird au #my ocs #Ophelia is the shortie in the friend group #they're all Bi disasters #Ophelia and Micheal shares the brain cells #Are you really Capitol son if have not been threatened with disownment at least once #He loves that earings #mama's boy

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overfeeler · 5 months

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Coriolanus *Coryo* Snow moodboard

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moreespressoformydepresso · 1 month

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Time Loop AU for TBOSAS that snowballs into a Fix-It! And the person stuck in the time loop is Pliny “Pup” Harrington!

Now, this time loop isn’t one day. It’s not a few hours. It is the moment the tributes were dumped in the zoo to the moment the games end. Pup goes to bed after the victor is sent home and wakes up the day the tributes arrive. As we all know Pup started to care for Lamina and he was upset when she died. So of course he decides to try everything to have her win. Again and again and again he fails to save her, and he hates that the Capitol is allowing this, but he doesn’t yet understand the truth of the games. Because he’s still Capitol, and he doesn’t get it until the second to last loop.

This entire time he’s been obsessed with getting Lamina to survive, in any way he can. Giving her advice and sending drones at times she died the last time so she’ll survive just a bit longer. When his meddling causes Lamina to let Treech win on several occasions, he starts hating the boy from seven for “causing” her death. It doesn’t occur to him that what caused her death was completely out of the tributes’ control. It was the Capitol. And Lamina doesn’t want Treech to die, no matter how hard Pup tries to push them apart. When it becomes clear that approach causes Lamina to die faster he stops. And finally, after hundreds of loops, he succeeds! Sure, Lamina was upset about having to watch Treech die right in front of her, but she’s alive. She’ll get over it. All that matters is that she won! Except…

When he goes to see her, Lamina is sobbing harder than ever before. She’s inconsolable with grief and trauma. When Pup tries to comfort her, his words just seem to make it worse, until a comment about Treech makes her snap as she yells for the first time since he’s known her. She screams about how he’s heartless, how unbelievably cruel he is for even suggesting that his death is something to just “get over”. How he’s just like all the other capitol folks, only caring when it’s convenient for them. The other tributes were kids too, with families to return to just like her.

“How am I supposed to face my district knowing I let him die in there?!”

And then it clicks. As he goes home, told to go away and never come back to the girl he worked so hard to save, he finally understands. Pup was so focused on getting her out, he didn’t consider her life after the games. She’d told him her and Treech were close, and he’d seen it with his own eyes, but only now does Pup understand that Lamina couldn’t have a happy ending. Even when she survived, she’d be miserable, because Treech hadn’t. And when he thinks back to the times Treech won, he sees that it’s vice versa. He was a wreck just like Lamina. There is no winning for the tributes.

When he wakes up to the news the trains will be arriving that day, he knows how to break the loop. Pup wants Lamina to be happy, and the only way to do that is to get rid of the games entirely. So that’s what he does. His dad’s an important military figure and after a few tries he convinces him to help. One coup and a sad Felix later, the president officially cancels the games. And when Pup sees Lamina and Treech clinging to each other, as she tears up with happiness for the first time, he knows he did the right thing.

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