#Steddie x hunger games au

[eldritch-thrumming]

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.

~*~

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!

#Nancy is already working w rebels at this point #she knows they’re planning to break into the arena during the games and hopes it’ll be in time to save Steve and Robin #Eddie and Max are tributes from district 6 #and they will all live!!!! #Murray is a conspiracy theorist and suspects that Steve and Robin are capitol mutts w telepathy lol that have been planted in the district #to infiltrate the games. he’s wrong of course but he’s also drunk so can u blame him #eventual steddie #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley #ronance #stobin platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #Steddie x hunger games au #hunger games au #also it has been literal years since I read/watched the hunger games lol

[rogueddie]

Hunger Games au where Steve volunteers for Dustin. It's not the Katniss storyline, he genuinely just... survives. Gets beat up a lot, only kills one person in the end, but he makes it back.

Its odd at first how Eddie Munson, someone Steve had never spoken to before, goes out of his way to take care of Steve when he gets back. He gets Steve through the worst of his trauma and grief.

Turns out, he'd volunteered too. Started saying it a little before Steve- but Steve had jumped forward, he'd yelled, he'd made a scene. And Eddie felt guilty, felt like it should've been him that ended up in that arena. He volunteered first.

But, by the time Eddie confesses, Steve has a little bit of a crush on him. He's been there for Steve in ways he didn't think anyone ever would be. Eddie had accidentally made himself Steves only source of support. Steve won't let him go, not now, not for any amount of guilt Eddie feels.

The victory tours are hard without Eddie. He often has lapses. Ends up curled in his bed, not even getting up to go to the toilet, for weeks. But Eddie is there to get him back on his feet. Eddie is always there.

When the quarter quell is announced... When Steve's name is reaped again... When no one volunteers for him...

Then, and only then, does Steve regret allowing Eddie close. Because he knows how much his death would hurt Eddie. He knows how much it will ruin him to even see Steve in the arena again.

He tells Eddie to get out of district 8, to follow the rumor, to go to district 13. Hes dragged away by peacekeepers before Eddie can reply.

Steve can only hope, pray that Eddie finds a way out. Finds a way to get the kids out. The mess with district 12 will only end in war and Steve cant stand the idea of his kids being caught in the middle.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #hunger games au #🫣 #longficidea

[kind-hufflepuff]

STRANGER THINGS X HUNGER GAMES AU STEVE HARRINGTON TRIBUTE FROM DISTRICT 4

Steve won his games like Finnik in the original series did. But unlike Finnik, the president had no one to use against him.

#aesthetic #stranger things x hunger games #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie #hunger games au #district 4 #bi steve harrington #bisexual #lgbt

[jopper-lovechild]

thinking about a hunger games au…

steve and nancy are career tributes from district 1 and they’ve been training their entire lives for the hunger games. steve is all about force—he’s brutal, strong, and a little sadistic. nancy is all about stealth—she’s witty, sarcastic, and moves quieter than a mouse. they don’t get along but because of their status, they form an alliance.

eddie and robin are from district 12. robin is nothing more than a normal girl when her name gets picked in the reaping and eddie volunteers as tribute when his younger brother dustin is picked. neither of them are prepared to fight in the hunger games, nor are they emotionally prepared, but there’s no other option.

(gooddddd—and imagine max is rue in this au and eddie holds her in his arms as she dies, singing her a song that his mom used to sing to him when he couldn’t sleep)

#stranger things #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #stranger things hcs #steve stranger things #steddie #steve x eddie #st s4 #robin buckley #ronance #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #hunger games

[sky-neverending]

ok so im going through all my google docs rn and making a list of the premises. (see list below). based on the premise of the fic, pick a number and put it in my ask box, and i’ll share what i’ve written for it so far, no matter how long or short it is!

1. Stranger Things Modern AU

2. Stranger Things Chatfic

3. Steddie 7 minutes in heaven

4. The Party (kids) as the 5 stages of grief

5. Post Vecna, Dustin’s mom falls ill and Steve takes him in

6. part 3 of my flowers of 86 series, Steddie and some of the kids go on a road trip in an RV (direct follow up to Roadside Roses)

7. Steddie valentine’s day date, friends to lovers

8. Steve adopts Dustin

9. Literally just Steve admiring things about Eddie and crushing on him hard

10. Steddie They Both Die At The End AU

11. heartstopper x hunger games au

12. Steddie Summer Camp AU

13. Steddie, platonic stobin, and familial dustin & steve soulmate au (steve has three soulmarks)

14. Wylan finds a note from his dad- angst

15. Will Byers angst, Byler

16. Steddie unhappy ending, hospital room romance

17. Steddie childhood friends AU

18. Young Royals Prince Simon AU

19. The Party goes to the beach

20. Malec secret relationship

21. Wesper coffee shop AU

22. Crows roommates AU

23. Wylan and Kaz friendship, hurt/comfort

24. Kanej letters

25. azicrow watches call me by your name

26. chapter 2 of my stranger things x soc crossover

27. crowley angst

None of these are complete! most of them are only a handful of words, but I thought if i shared them maybe it would make me want to work on some of them! so don’t be afraid to put a number in my ask box!!

#stranger things #steddie #six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #the crows #malec #wesper #ineffable husbands #azicrow #stranger things fanfic #ask box #pick a number

[resident-gay-bitch]

Jay's Fic Recs :)

these are all wonderful, wonderful fics i have read and think you should too <3

(if they are on tumblr i’ll drop their url so you can find all of their things :)) some of these links go to Ao3 and Wattpad as well)

happy reading!

STRANGER THINGS:

Eddie Munson

June Baby singlemum!reader x eddie - this is so cute, please give it a read it makes my heart squeeze. @luveline

Love Bites vampire!eddie x fem!reader - this is just very cute. highly recommend if you want a vamp fic with not too much monsterness @luveline

Worlds Apart eddie x fem!reader - this is timeline accurate, but naturally veers from cannon because character is added. you had broken up with eddie four months prior because of a horrible dream, the events of season four happen and it brings back deep dark feelings and a whole lotta love. cant really say much else without giving it away. @munsons-maiden

Meet The Munsons stepbro!eddie x fem!reader - okay, this one has me in shambles. it’s great and not gross. i loved the tension in this and the finale was just MWAH *chefs kiss* @mypoisonedvine

FREAK eddie x oc!jay - Jay is from Australia but she moves to Hawkins and meets Eddie. They fall in love, yadda yadda. long multichap. follows timeline, but starts in 1985 post mall fire. lotta angst, lotta hurt, looootttttaaaa comfort. they heal eachother. there are heavy themes in this so read the warnings. @resident-gay-bitch

Gareth Emerson

Too Late gareth x fem!reader - readers been in love with Eddie but he starts dating Chrissy and she turns to Gareth for comfort and ends up catching feelings for him instead. very cute. lotta angst. @resident-gay-bitch

Gareth x Eddie

Pretty Boy ftm!gareth x eddie - oh my god. i love this so fuckin much. so angsty and so much pining i live for this shit. honestly, reading this has made g x e my fav st ship, probably even my fav ship ever. childhood best friends tropes always get me. go give it a read :)) @dylanwritesgood

My Starboy closeted!gareth x oblivious!eddie - gareth loves eddie, always has, always will. but eddie’s straight… right? - lotta angst, lotta unrequited love and pining. so much heartahce. this has quite mature and explicit themes, so make sure to read the warnings before each chapter :) happy readings @resident-gay-bitch

Steddie

Jay’s Steddie Fic Recs- sorry, the list got too long so i had to create another page for it :) good news though, you wont run out of steddie fics here.

Clarkson

Drabble? wayne munson x scott clark - we don’t know where this came from, but we know where the fuck it’s going. please hop on the scott x wayne train because the seats are comfy and the view is beautiful - seriously, more people need to write for this - this peice is magnificent - we need fanart for them PLEASE @unclewaynemunson @flowercrowngods

MARAUDERS:

Marauders

All The Young Dudes wolfstar & jily - best fic ever, hands down, written by the gods. read it weather you like the marauders or not.

Crimson Rivers jegulus & wolfstar - hunger games au - i know this fic has been archived but it just needs some more recognition because it’s AMAZING

Wolfstar

Text Talk sirius x cf!remus - modern no magic au. sirius accidentally texts the wrong number and ends up catching feelings for the random boy behind his phone.

#jay's fic recs #stranger things #the marauders #steddie #gareth x eddie #clarkson #wolfstar #eddie x reader #stepbro!eddie #dad!eddie #smut #angst #fluff #fic recs #atyd #marauders #eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #scott clarke #robin buckley #reader insert #platonic stobin #ftm!gareth #vampire!eddie #mum!reader

[writer-in-theory]

✨WIP Ask Game✨

tagged by @kerlypride

the rules: list the titles all of your wips are saved as, and if anyone wants to know more about one (or get a little snippet), they can shoot you an ask with the title in question.

soo funny enough i was just about to post about my wip list so this is perfect timing! i have not included ones that are more secret-y secrets for reasons 😉 but other than that everything is here. some of these ive started on but some of them have simply been plotted out.

okay i have:

- Purple Gel Pens

- Doomsday

- harringrove buckleway tinder shenanigans

- billiam enchanted <3

- untitled harringrove hunger games au

- Trust in the Time Warp

- steve/billy/eddie/chrissy fantasy story

- breakfast club au

- steve the sleep deprivation experiment

- tattoo shop

- "not like this"

- no reservations allowed

- spiderman!stevie (steddie)

- tale as old as time

- jurassic parck

- star wars

- hawkins adults doing better by billy fic

- soulmate au where the last words you say to each other are written on your body somewhere but make it harringrove

- 10 things i hate about you billy x reader

- indelible scars pivotal marks billy x reader

- steddilly x reader hospital comfort humor fic

ive seen this going around a heck of a lot so i don’t wanna tag someone who already has been, so this is the official invite for anyone who hasn’t been tagged already buts been waiting 💜

send me asks

#tag game #ask game

[kind-hufflepuff]

HUNGER GAMES AU EDDIE MUNSON TRIBUTE FROM DISTRICT 12

The girl chosen from his district with him was Christina (Chrissy) Cunningham, the daughter of the mayor. He promised her he would win for her.

His mentor was an old friend from the hob Maxine (Max) Mayfield.

#aesthetic #hunger games au #eddie munson #steddie #district 12 #stranger things x hunger games #tribute #volunteer #gay eddie munson #lgbt #gay #ship