#lucy gray baird x you

[bountycancelled]

something more than friends

(lucy gray baird x reader)

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requested: yep, I hope you like it anon♡

content: a little bit of angst but mainly fluff, men (derogatory), kinda lovesick!lucy gray, jealous lucy gray (we love to see it), pretty intense description of kissing but no smut.

warnings: a very brief mention of drinking, internalised homophobia but it doesn't last long, gay stuff (duh), lowercase intended I know boo I'm annoying.

a/n: I haven't read the book yet so idk much about the covey so their appearance may ooc but that's solely due to my lack of knowledge on them

lucy gray baird never faltered when she sang.

there were very few things that could get under her skin when she was on that stage, strumming her guitar and twirling in her skirt as the district folk stomped along to the beat.

sure, sometimes drunkards and the occasional hung up ex would try to cause a scene, attempting to gain her attention from below, but she would simply roll her eyes, waiting for someone to take care of them so that she could go back to doing what she did best. performing.

so what exactly had happened to make the lucy gray baird, forget a line in a song?

she was quick to remedy her mistake, carrying the tune in such a way that most patrons didn't even notice her mess up. but ironically enough, the very cause of her brain fog noticed. you.

you gave her a worried look, but she brushed it off, willing herself to continue playing as if nothing was wrong. and technically, nothing was wrong. you were there, in the far back of the crowd, wearing a white dress with a drink in your hand. and Lucy Gray didn't mean to be cliché, but you really did look like an angel, something divine that she had the honour of setting her eyes on.

but obviously, she wasn't the only one who thought that.

you were speaking to some man. which was fine, you were always the most gorgeous girl in the room in her eyes and she knew that she wasn't the only one who appreciated your beauty, you were always needing to awkwardly laugh at men's advances and brush them off as best as you could, but you weren't doing that tonight.

you were laughing, a genuine laugh, leaning in to hear his voice over the music, over her singing. she wanted to jump off of the stage and break her guitar over that assholes face, and she couldn't explain why.

she had always known that one day, you'd settle down with a kind man who cared for you (not nearly as much as she did, but that was okay) and then she would see you less and less. but knowing didn't make the taste in her mouth any more bitter.

the first time you told her about a crush that you had, on a boy named Tom, she spent the whole night convincing you that he just wasn't right for you. you believed her of course, rejecting him swiftly the next week when he asked you to go on a walk with him, walking instead with lucy gray, hand in hand.

but then, she did it every time you spoke about a boy, and you started to believe her less and less. 'I think you're just jealous lucy gray, and you don't anybody taking my attention away from you.'

you were right, she was jealous, and the thought of you, with a man, it disgusted her to her core. which is why she took off as soon as her set ended, not even staying for the applause as she searched for you outside.

there you were, and thankfully, you were alone, no undeserving man in sight.

she ran up to you, her brown eyes seemingly sparkling even in the darkened night. "how'd you enjoy the show, darlin'?"

her heart jumped when you smiled at her, your eyes crinkling in joy as you took both of her hand in yours, squeezing them affectionately. "you have the voice of an angel, lucy gray. and I envy the lucky fella who's gonna marry you, and have to serenade them whenever they want."

lucy gray rolled her eyes in a good natured fashion, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach when you mentioned her getting married. "I already serenade you, sweet thing. and im not gonna let some wedding band stop me."

you laughed airily, leading her by the hand towards the lake, where you spent most nights together. you sat down at the edge, laying your head in her lap when she sat beside you. her hand went to your hair, and she fought the urge to by giddy at the sight of your head in her lap, you were just... perfect.

"who was that guy that you were talking to back then? when I was singing, I mean." she asked, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

you thought back to about an hour prior, picturing every person that you had been with throughout the evening as you tried to recall who she was asking about in particular. "oh! that was matthew, his dad and my dad go way back, but the two of us never really shared their closeness for whatever reason. but after speaking to him tonight I'm a bit upset that I never tried to grow a friendship with him earlier."

she nodded, her cherry glossed lips pressing into a thin line. "he doesn't just wanna be friends with you though, I could see it." you scoffed playfully, raising a brow at her curiously. "you were all the way up on stage, in the middle of your favourite song to perform, and somehow, you could tell that much from so far away?"

she opened her mouth to defend herself, but after realising just how insane the notion sounded when you phrased it in that way, she quickly closed it again. "I'm not gonna let any man take me away from you, lucy gray, believe me when I say that I can't live without you."

your words sent a fury of butterflies in her stomach, and she swore that felt dizzy as you picked your head up, moving your face so close to hers that your noses were almost touching. she wanted to kiss you. god, what the hell was wrong with her? how could she be thinking of you in this way?

despite her inner conflict, she made no moves to create some distance between your faces, selfishly wanting to stay like this for as long as you'd let her. "I wish we could get married." she sighed, her eyes widening at her own words. "I meant- not like, I didn't mean- not in, like, a husband and wife typa way-"

you cut her off with trying to, with a tilt of your head making her suck in a sharp breath. "you don't wanna do husband and wife things with me?" you asked, and she could swear that your voice had a certain tone about it, one that made her cheeks feel blazing and her breaths shallow.

she shook her head, her usually fierce tone reduced to a meek almost whisper. "we can't do those stuff together."

you were too close for comfort. she could feel the tip of your nose against hers and if you leaned in any further, she was sure that she would combust. "who cares if we can't? the more important question is, do you want to?"

inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. she had forgotten how to breath. this wasn't right, she knew that, so why were her lips on yours in a flash, her hands in your hair, around your waist, holding your hands, touching any part of you that she could reach as the two of you kissed? in public, no less?

she couldn't find it in her mind to stop, not when your soft, sweet lips moved in tandem with hers as if you were molded to fit each other. when you pulled away, with lucy gray chasing your lips with an involuntary whine, you held her by the shoulders, a look of concern on your face.

that was when she felt it. the guilt knawing at her stomach, and the tears thar flowed down her face. was she crying because of how overwhelming her feelings were for you? maybe it was because she knew that you would have to hide... whatever had just happened between the two of you.

you leaned your forehead against hers, you sweet voice easing her fear. "I love you." she nodded, not being able to say it back just yet, but she could only hope that you knew. she moved to kiss you again, being startled out of her mind by a girlish scream in the distance.

it was maude ivory, eyes wide and hand slapped over her mouth in shock, with an equally suprised tam amber standing next to her. lucy gray felt sick to her stomach.

"I knew it." tam Amber said with a shrug, moving to sit next to the two fo you as she stared out at the moonlit lake. "no one looks at their friend like how lucy gray looks at you."

"can I be the flower girl? and the maid of honour? and the priest?" maude ivory rambled, laying half in lucy grays lap and half in yours. you simply laughed, explaining that her dream wasn't exactly possible but flower girl was certainly doable as lucy gray watched, tears threatening to fall from her eyes once again. only this time, they were of relief.

the joy she felt in her chest, at the thought that you could be... together in front of the covey was the best gift she could possibly be given. you and her, together. not just as best friends. although it was hard to wrap her head around it, she knew that it was exactly what she wanted and she had it on good authority that you wanted it too.

#tbosas #the hunger games #lucy gray fluff #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird #lucy gray my beloved #lucy gray angst #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games headcanon #tbosas x reader #tbosas x you #wlw #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray baird x you #coriolanus x reader

[murdrdocs]

the private moments with lucy gray.

#lucy gray baird #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray baird x you #𓆩♡𓆪 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝

[tatumrileyslover]

My Little Bluebell

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Lucy Gray Baird Headcannons ˚୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Pairings: Lucy Gray Baird x GN!Reader

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: all fluffy, adorable Lucy Gray, my one true love, I’d seriously marry this girl, mini scenario at the end :)

a/n: I’m actually so obsessed with Lucy Gray Baird, I think it’s a trend, little me was in love with Katniss, big me is in love with Lucy Gray… some things never change.

ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃᵈᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵗᵇᵒˢᵃˢ ᵗᵃᵍˡᶦˢᵗ

ㅤ ೀ she’s literally the sweetest girl ever. you’re sick, she’ll show up at your house with a cup of hot soup that Barb Azure made that afternoon and a fresh hand-picked bouquet of flowers

ㅤ ೀ calls you “my little bluebell” since you remind her of spring. She said Maude Ivory would always spout stories of soulmates whenever she saw a patch of bluebells growing in the forest

ㅤ ೀ since your good at sewing, you’d help patch up any holes in any Covey members outfits. embroidering new designs into sleeves of shirts and dress hems to make them more colourful

ㅤ ೀ Lucy Gray is always showing off your designs, you had embroidered a few flowers onto her dress for a performance at the Hob. The covey had finished their performance on stage, they began giving their thanks and as you glanced at her she was giving your her signature smile. She quickly dipped her mouth back down to the mic, “and I’d like to give a special thanks to my little bluebell, who made my dress all nice and pretty just for tonight,”

ㅤ ೀ she loves making you blush, which is why she loves showing you off whenever she can, gal loves showering you in compliments

ㅤ ೀ her love language is definitely words of affirmation and physical touch, she is always holding your hand, like she barely ever let’s go, she’s clingy af

ㅤ ೀ you’re alway the first to hear her new songs, she respects your opinion more than anything

ㅤ ೀ she definitely uses your dates as inspiration for her songs

ㅤ ೀ she definitely uses you as her muse, you’ve definitely been down at the hob listening to the Covey performing a new song and just sat there like “wait why does this sound so familiar”

ㅤ ೀ you’d help her learn to swim (in my hc she’s a bad swimmer) she hang off your back, arms around your neck and legs wrapped across your torso to stop herself from drowning

“Now don’t you dare let me go, bluebell,” Lucy Gray stood waist deep in water. Her hands clasped tightly onto your own. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at your girlfriends hesitation.

“Lucy Gray, you’ll be fine, I’ve got you. Darling, I’ve been swimming since before I could walk.” Lucy Gray raised her eyebrows at the statement, hesitant to step away from the floor beneath her feet.

Clenching her jaw, before rolling her eyes, “you’re too charming,” she breathed out stepping closer to the edge. Instead of slowly lowering herself down softly, she plopped of the edge, submerging herself in the water.

“Lucy!” Quickly pulling her out of the water, you felt her hands wrap around your neck, legs hooking around your waist, fully supporting herself . She gasped as she came out of the water, before bursting into laughter at the look on your face. Her fingers found their way into your wet hair, wrapping her finger around it, gazing softly into your eyes.

Her free hand caressed your cheek, slowly pulling you towards her lips. Her body pressed flush against your own, the laughter that had filled the air now replaced with the soft sounds of the water around you.

Time seemed to slow as your lips met in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Lucy Gray's touch was tender yet filled with a spark, and the world around you faded away. The water's embrace, the surrounding nature, and the warmth shared between you two created a perfect moment suspended in time.

As you pulled back, Lucy Gray's eyes sparkled with affection, and a content smile graced her lips.

“Now, remember this bluebell, if I sink, you're sinking right alongside me.”

#lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird #tbosas x reader #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x reader #Lucy gray Baird x you #Lucy gray x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #lucy gray x coriolanus #coriolanus x lucy gray

[casualhedonists]

into the mist, into the clouds

pairing: lucy gray x fem!reader

words: 3.5k

warnings: very few; fluff, angst, mystery and intrigue etc, post tbosas lucy gray

playlist for this fic • main masterlist

a/n: my first non-smut fic on here! title from carolina by taylor swift, which this fic is very much based on. this is one of my favorite things i've written in a very long time. enjoy 🤍

i do not give permission for my work to be reposted/translated anywhere, under any circumstances.

“You didn’t see me here.”

Whispered words fill the space between you. Your head rests in her lap, dress crisp and clean and smelling like you, like your home. She looks at you with a sense of urgency, one you’ve seen all too many times before.

“What? Lucy Gray, you’re not…”

She can’t be leaving again. She only just arrived. The morning had brought dew and her muddied boots on your porch for the first time in months. Your mother was gone for the day, it was almost like Lucy Gray had known. Her dress was covered in dirt and grass stains. You piled it into a hamper, washed it in the fresh water of the creek down the hill from your house, scrubbing away while she collected firewood.

“I am. Tomorrow. Dawn.”

“Let me come with you.”

“It’s not safe, my love. I can keep myself protected if I’m alone. I’m startin’ to get real good at it.”

You don’t ask if she’d come back. Neither of you ever know the answer to that.

“Will you do something for me, Lucy Gray?”

Your voice drops. The fire crackles, the pine cones you’d collected together popping as they burn. She likes the sound, she told you. It was safe, comforting. Homely. You’d wondered if she was really talking about the fire, or you, the girl who sat with her in its warmth.

“Anything. You know I will.”

“Would you leave before I wake up? I’m not sure I can say goodbye to you again.”

She smiles, soft and sad, and gazes at you like you’re a song, or something she wants to memorise.

“Of course I will. It’ll be like I never came back here at all.”

The glow of the flames dance across her face.

“I don’t want that.” You whisper. “I hate feeling like you’re slipping away from me.”

She lowers her head to yours, your foreheads touch. You hear the smile in her voice.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

You’ve learned not to waste your time in tears, when she’s going to leave. There are better ways to spend those last moments, eyes dry and focused on tracing the lines of her face, committing it to memory for the last time in who knows how long. You sit up, curling into her, pressing your lips to hers, her hair still damp and smelling like the bar of soap you’d lent her when you fixed her a bath, your pruned fingertips massaging her scalp as the water began to cool. You make it to bed, sleeping soundly with her arms around you.

True to her word, she leaves in the morning. Leaving no trace, no proof she was ever there in the first place. But you feel the warmth of the sheets next to you, and you know.

She finds you the next summer.

“Don’t move.”

You freeze, long grass up to your knees, long skirt swishing as you wade through the field, sun blaring down on you.

A pair of warm hands press softly over your eyes.

“You’re back.” You beam, spinning around, taking her head in your hands, eyes shut, just listening to her breathing. You press your lips to hers.

“I sure am.” When you break away to take her in, look at her sunkissed face, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen her smile wider. If you didn’t know better, you’d say she got more beautiful every time you saw her.

You lie sun-drunk in the shade of the tall grass, lazing against each other as you go over your birthday, the village gossip, and she listens. Always listening, drinking up your words like she’s parched.

You’ve learned not to ask Lucy Gray where she’s been hiding, you both know it’s safer the less gets said. But she presses on, ever gentle, asking you for details when you fill her in on your life.

You jump at a movement in the grass beside you, but she just laughs. Picks up the snake, humming as it wraps and twists itself around her hand.

“These ones won’t hurt you, darlin’. They’re docile, see? Wouldn’t harm a fly.”

She lifts the snake to you slowly.

“You’re sure?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Always.” You reply instantly, like you’ve waited your whole life to hear the question.

“Then hold out your hand.”

You reach out.

“Close your eyes.”

You do. After a second, you feel hers, pressing into your palm, and an oddly warm sensation, smooth.

“It feels… dry.”

You open your eyes. The snake twists and drapes between the two of you, loosely binding your hand with Lucy Gray’s, holding you together.

She laughs, bright and sweet, like music.

“Well, what were you expecting?”

“I don’t know.” You confess. “Maybe for it to be wet? Slippery?”

Her laughter chimes through the field, a low gust of winding carrying it away. You stay like that for a few more hours, until night begins to fall, and the summer wind carries her away, too.

A year passes. Then another half.

Your mother gets older; she gets sick. You venture outside the bounds in twelve, slipping under the rusted wire fence with a basket, collecting herbs you’d started to read about but couldn’t afford. You make tinctures, teas, you light incense and fill the house with sprigs of rosemary and thyme. It slows down the sickness that tore through her like wildfire. When she passes, it’s beautifully peaceful, like a candle being blown out. You carry her ashes to the lake and you spread them, lingering by the Covey’s cabin. Hoping.

She doesn’t come. You walk home, humming something you think you remember her singing years ago. You start to wonder if she was just something you dreamt up, an old folk song you sing to yourself each night before you fell asleep.

Spring rolls around, and your empty house gathers dust. Your way with herbs and remedies gets around, starting with a few bottles gifted to a neighbour with influenza. Her granddaughter comes to your doorstep with the empty vial and a bag of potatoes. You smile and thank her.

“Are you a witch?” She asks, barely ten years old and looking up at you with dark, mistrusting eyes. You laugh.

“I’m not too sure about that, hon. Did the herbs help?”

She nods, a frown etched along her features.

“Then perhaps I’m a good one.”

Before you know it, word gets around that you cured the old woman. You make a living collecting herbs, crushing them down, and people line up outside your door most days. You find a slice of peace in it, in the routine.

But winter is cruel, and the house turns cold. The house that was once the perfect size for you and your mother now feels like too much money and work to heat, and things start breaking, and leaking. You hear from your cousin in Seven, you’ve inherited a log cabin and a slice of land on the edge of some woods from a great-aunt you never met.

You weigh your options. You go to the lake and skim stones in the icy water, mulling it over.

To leave Twelve is everyone’s dream. But Lucy Gray. The gentle ghost who lingers over your shoulder. How will she find you, if she ever comes back? You can’t stay here waiting forever. One bad frost kills your crops, the chill sets into your bones, and you make up your mind. You pack up your herbs and bottles, your books and your clothes, the pinecone you keep beneath your pillow, the silver snake bracelet she gave you many years ago, and you leave. A simple, smudged note sits under the plant pot on the porch, your old hiding place for the spare house key where she’ll know to look:

I’m in the trees. Come find me.

District Seven has more trees than you’ve ever seen. Twelve is known for it’s forests and fields, but these woods are expansive, spanning over miles, trees lined up perfectly, the smell of freshly chopped wood filling your senses.

Every step you took made you wonder if Lucy Gray been here, if the birds in these trees had heard her saccharine voice.

Your herbs sell a lot better in Seven. It’s enough to buy new clothes, and the village is better kept. The people are kind, warm and friendly. You can finally afford to eat your fill. Your cabin at the edge of the woods stays warm and comfortable, the wood is plentiful, you chop your own from the land that’s now yours.

Sometimes when your head spins from the weight of the axe you see movement in the woods, and you wonder. Sometimes you peer inside, certain that it’s her. But she feels so far away from you now, that you can’t help but feel you’ve abandoned her.

You take walks through the forests; you whistle to the birds and listen for the ones who might sing back. You hear nothing. One day, in the town, you walk by a window display with an old, beat-up guitar. It looks well-loved, and something draws you to it. Faded gold paint around the sound hole, strings messy but you go inside and barter, and take it home with you.

You hum some of the old songs she used to sing, try to piece together chords on the strings that aren’t snapped. It sounds like a mess but you play anyway. It feels like a piece of her that you want to keep close to you. You’ve learned to become a collector of sorts.

You’re kept warm through winter, and spring fades into summer. You take the little fishing boat that came with the cabin out on the river, and hike through the forest. You take your guitar with you, and one day, finally, you hear it.

A mockingjay.

It sings your broken tune back to you, bouncing through the pines. A smooth voice cuts through the birdsong.

“Did you miss me?”

Lucy Gray.

Your head spins around. And there she is, smiling, and you fall into her arms.

“I was so scared. I thought you weren’t coming back.”

“I know. I’ll be honest, I didn’t think I would either.”

“But you’re here, you found me! My note, I didn’t know if…”

“The trees.” She grins. “District Seven. It made perfect sense, my love.”

“I can’t believe you’re here. Lucy Gray, you don’t know how happy I am to see you.”

“Oh, I think I do. If you think for a second you’re alone in that, you couldn’t be more wrong. Now,” she adds, nodding at the guitar, “what do we have here?”

You take her onto the river, safer in Seven than you’d ever been in Twelve. She watches as you grind up lavender, the smell filling up the cabin, fascinated as you explain the hobby that you’d turned into work. She fixes your guitar strings, teaches you some simple chords. You sit on the porch, playing while she sings.

“It suits you here, you know.”

“You think so?”

“I do.” She pauses. “I was so sorry to hear about your ma. She was a good woman. She was always kind to me. To everyone.”

“Thank you. I’m okay now, really. I like it here. It’s quiet, peaceful. I think that’s what she’d want for me.”

When she stares up at the sky, birds soaring up above, the rush of the wind through the trees, you can’t help but ask. This is all so perfect, and after so long you can’t bear the thought of her leaving again.

“Do you know how long…”

She smiles.

“Maybe a day or two? If that’s okay.”

You can’t hide your grin. You nod, and she glances up at you.

“Of course that’s okay. More than okay.”

Her fingers press over yours as she demonstrates a final chord. She sits behind you as you strum, grinning at her, head spinning around and she’s so close, it’s almost surreal.

“You did it!” She’s beautiful. Vivid like a daydream, all technicolor.

“That’s all of it?”

“That’s all of it. Just play those four over again and you’ve got yourself a song.”

Your fingers intertwine, hand slipping from the guitar.

“Thank you for teaching me.” You whisper with a smile.

“You’ll remember it, won’t you?” There’s a solemness to it.

You frown.

“Of course I will. I’ll practice all the time.”

“You promise?” Her voice is desperate.

You slide the guitar to the floor and take her hand in yours, clasping it to your chest. Eyes making a silent oath.

“I won’t forget, Lucy Gray. I promise you.”

She nods, corners of her mouth turning up into a smile. You sigh.  

“You know I’ve kept everything, don’t you? All of it. Everything I have that reminds me of you.”

“I saw the pinecone on the mantelpiece. Was that from-”

“The time we made the fire in 12? Yeah.”

She lights up.

“You’re such a romantic. I love it. You-”

Your lips press to hers, suddenly overcome with emotion. When you pull away, she sees the tears on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I… I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You cry. “I really didn’t, and… I don’t want you to leave, I-”

Her wide eyes fill with apology.

“I know. I wish I didn’t have to leave, sugar. I’m sorry it took me so long this time. I wish I could tell you how much it hurts to be away. It feels like I never really rest, until I’m back with you. Does that make sense?”

You nod, blinking away your tears.

“Will you do something for me, my love?” She presses, soft hands brushing away your tears.

“Anything.”

“Until tomorrow, can we pretend I’m not leaving? Pretend like this is our normal. Like we’ve got all the time in the world.”

You close your eyes, then look at her again, just as quickly, not wanting to waste a precious second.

“All the time in the world.” You whisper back.

True to your word, you make the most of it. She leaves you the next morning. You say a proper goodbye this time, holding her like you’ll never let go. But you do.

Weeks stretch on and you can feel her slipping away again. The birds ease the pain, singing her pretty melodies back to you, like a worn-out record you’ve played on repeat. You throw the windows and doors open, filling the house with summer’s balmy air and the sound of her voice bouncing through the rooms as if she was still there. But soon enough, they forget her dulcet notes, and you’re alone with yourself again.

You track the time through seasons, like you always have. The summer draws to a bittersweet close, and you miss it before it’s fully gone.

You slip back into your routine. You take the boat out alone. The schoolchildren sneak up to your door at times, you hear them whispering. The witch rumours are back in full swing but you don’t mind them. You think it rather suits you. You open the door, much to their horror, and offer them some cookies. They come dutifully back for more on Saturdays, and you appreciate the bit of company.

You keep your promise, and it keeps her alive. You practice the chords she taught you, rough calluses starting to form on your fingers. You trace them at night when the world gets too quiet, and as winter closes in again it gets quieter still. The birds fly away to escape the cold, and you wonder if out there somewhere, she might see them. You find yourself praying the winter isn’t being too cruel to her, wherever she is.

One day, at the market, you’re sat at your stall selling chamomile and sage tea, and you hear her name, like a question in someone’s voice. They remember. They remember her. Your heart swells. You want to scream at the top of your lungs, it’s her. She is the girl you love.

She appears more and more in your dreams, some nights you’re restless, dreaming of her scared, running from something in a dark forest, sometimes you’re there by her side. Other times you wake with a start thinking she’s knocking at your door. You sprint outside into the darkness, barefoot on the damp grass, turning in circles before you catch your breath.

You could make yourself some valerian root tea as a remedy, but you don’t. You don’t mind her living on through your dreams. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

You’re comforted by this haunting.

She finds you again. She always does.

“I saw the Covey a few months ago.” You tell her, the first night you spend together, lay in your bed, arms and legs a tangled mess, her hand in your hair.

Her eyes light up.

“Did you really? Close to here?”

You nod.

“They weren’t here for long. I’m not sure they recognised me, I was at the back of the room. It was pretty dark.”

Her eyes are wistful, filled with something you think you understand now.

“It all feels like so long ago, doesn’t it? I forget sometimes, just how long it’s been.” She looks to the floor. “And Maude Ivory – was she there? How’d she look?”

“She was.” You grin. “She looked happy. Healthy. She was smiling and dancing the whole night, like she always used to.”

You pause for a second, wondering if you should go back, mention that she, much like you, must still have an emptiness, a gap in her life even after all these years, but it’s like Lucy Gray reads your mind. Always one step ahead.

“That’s good.” She says decidedly. “It’s all I ever wanted for her. To be happy. Free. Thank you for telling me. I… I think about them a lot. About all of it. But I always hoped they’d move on without me.”

You’re quiet when you speak again.

“Lucy Gray, I don’t think anyone could ever move on from you.”

It lingers in the air. You speak up again.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course you can.”

“When I saw them that night, I stayed for the whole set, because… well, it’s silly,” you confess, “I couldn’t stop watching. I kept thinking that you’d show up. Like they’d just announce your name and they’d all cheer like they did in Twelve. Like you would get up there and sing, and see me in the crowd, and just… smile. Like you’d asked me to be there that night.”

It’s back again, that wistful look of hers.

“I sure wish I had been, sugar. But I think I’d rather be here with you than up on that stage, these days.”

Warmth fills your chest. “Yeah?”

She takes a breath.

“It’s important that people forget me. It’s safer this way. I don’t know what they’d do if they found me, but I know for certain I don’t plan to find out. Maybe one day… well, we’ll have to see. But for now, I could stay a little longer. Would that be okay? If I stayed until the week ends?”

Stay forever, you want to say. But you nod, holding her like she’s already gone.

When she leaves, it’s too soon. Always too soon. You stand in front of the cabin, wishing you could mold your hand around hers and never let go. You kiss her goodbye.

“You didn’t see me here.” She whispers against your lips.

“Not sure I know what you’re talking about.” You respond, and her lips turn into a half-smile.

“Now. Close your eyes.”

You press them shut, feeling her hands slip from yours. When you open them, she’s gone again.

As the years go by, you stop hearing the name Lucy Gray altogether. She starts to feel more like a folk tale; a messy, ink splashed cursive on old parchment. You yearn to speak of her, to keep her legacy alive, but you can’t. You don’t. You remember, though. The world could forget about Lucy Gray Baird, but your memory of her lived on like a still-beating heart, and in turn it kept her alive. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t keep you alive, too.

You make quite the name for yourself, your apothecary bringing in customers from across Seven, sometimes further. So much so, that sometimes you wonder if when she passes through Twelve or Seven, she hears about you and remembers, counting down the days until she gets to come home.

She still haunts your dreams, slipping away as soon as you wake up. But she’ll come back. No matter how many times she leaves. Wherever you go, she’ll find you. She could go anywhere in the world, but she’ll always come back home to you. And you’ll be waiting for her, even if the world curses her name, even if the Covey forgets her too. You understand now. She’s as much yours as you are hers. And when she comes home, it’ll always feel like she never left. And that’s enough for you. It was always enough.

You leave your porch light on.

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[lovingonryles]

when the mockingjay sings

guess who’s back after two months 🤭 i’m so sorry y’all omfg 😭 Anyway, hope y’all have seen tbosas (if you haven’t, IT IS SO GOOD, please watch it.) take some of my current gf <33

pairing: lucy gray baird x fem!reader

summary: your girlfriend comes back as the victor of the 10th hunger games, but doesn’t stay for long

warnings: established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, cursing, going off the movie since I haven’t read the book yet

word count: 1,259, should take about ten minutes to read (longest to date!!)

listen to: stubborn love by the lumineers

IT WAS EASY falling in love with lucy gray baird. her charming voice, her sweet smile, her beautiful, beautiful, face, her personality, really all of it made you fall face first for her.

her lust shone over you so easily. she could ask you to jump off a cliff, and you would happily do it just to make her proud. that’s all you ever wanted from her. proudness. acceptance.

so it was really no surprise for lucy gray or the covey when you tried to volunteer for her at the reaping.

you remember the firm hand on your forearm, the one that belonged to your girlfriend after you just pleaded to go in place of her. “don’t.” you gave her a look of anger, eyebrows knitted.

“‘don’t?’ you expect me to let you die out there?” you could see tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill out.

and it killed you. this wasn’t the bold lucy gray you knew. the one who would scare you from behind while you were making breakfast. the one who always kissed you in front of your family.

no, this was a different lucy gray. her voice began to shake. “i’m sorry.” and with that, she was gone, the gentle touch that was once on your arm a near punishment for being in love with someone so intricate.

the next few days were hell for you. You couldn’t eat, go out to your family, anything. all you could do was sleep. and you didn’t dare turn on your tv and watch the games.

so to get news that your girlfriend was not only the victor, but also well was overjoying to you.

the day lucy gray came back was the happiest of your life. the first second she saw you, she immediately sprinted, jumping up into your arms.

you giggled, running your hands through her hair. “i knew you could do it,” you whispered, tears of joy starting to form.

“ya, and i knew you couldn’t,” she whispered back, laughing at her own words. you couldn’t help but laugh, too.

everything returned relatively back to normal; you’d come to her shows, you two would hang out every day and walk in the woods, and you’d sit with the covey.

until one day.

you sat at the hob, waiting for your girlfriend to perform as usual. she had just gone off stage for a brief moment. it was taking longer than usual, though, and you started to grow concerned.

after a while, lucy gray and her band returned back on stage, but something seemed off about the singer.

you knew your girlfriend well, and you knew that this wasn’t the normal her. she appeared to be fine on the surface, singing her songs with a smile on her face, but you knew better.

so, when the performance ended, you immediately ran to catch up with lucy gray. she was two steps ahead of you, immediately sprinting to your seat.

she quickly rested her hands on your face. &ldquoi love you and i’m sorry.” she pecked your lips and just like that, she was gone, running out of the hob. no time for you to ask what she meant.

days had passed, and to your fear, you hadn’t heard from your girlfriend. no sign of her around town.

you went to the Covey, asking them if they’d seen her. nobody had seen lucy gray since the day at the hob. and allegedly, two people had shown up dead at the hob the same night your girlfriend ran off.

great.

you knew fate was going to catch up to you eventually after your girlfriend survived the games. so you accepted you’d never hear from her again.

you hid in your room, only coming out to use the bathroom or eat. you cried endlessly those few days.

lucy gray baird was your everything, and she was gone. of course she fucking was.

11:30 AM IS when you woke the next day. truly, you woke up at a much earlier time, but you didn’t get up until the cons of staying in bed outweighed the pros.

you slugged into the kitchen, going to fix yourself a cup of coffee. your family was already out at work or school, so you were all alone. nothing to disturb you.

until you heard a knock on the door. nobody ever knocked.

you walked to the door, not knowing who was there or why they were. you slowly opened the door just an inch, just to take a peak at who was there.

you couldn’t believe your eyes. you thought you must be hallucinating from all the sleep, or maybe still dreaming. maybe you never got out of bed at all. “lucy gray?”

you quickly pulled her into your house, making sure to lock the door right after. before either of you could get anything out, you wrapped her in a tight hug.

it was a longing one. you thought lucy gray was dead, and she thought you’d never get the opportunity to see her again. the hug seemed to last ages, only being broken to litter each other’s faces in kisses.

“where the fuck have you been, lucy gray?” you asked, inviting her to sit down on the couch next to you.

“hiding. it’s a long story.” she took a seat next to you, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“did you kill mayfair?” you asked, genuine concern in your eyes. “i’m not mad if you did-”

“no, no, i didn’t,” she interrupted, reassuring you. “i was just too closely related to the situation. and then…other things happened, so i can’t stay for long.” your face turned into one of confusion.

“what happened?”

“i just said it was a long story.” she laughed, prompting you to laugh after her. that laugh sent you spiraling.

“well, at least tell me where you’re hiding.”

“up in the woods. gonna head up north here soon. i just came to visit to let you know i’m still here.”

“let me come with you. please.” you were pleading. you didn’t know how much longer you could live without your girlfriend. having to deal with the past few days for the rest of your life would end you.

“it’s not safe, (name)-”

“then why’d you even come? just to taunt me?” you fought back.

“no. i’m just saying you can’t come.”

“you have to let me. please. these past few days have been hell without you, lucy gray. i can’t have you stripped away from me a second time. i didn’t know much you meant to me until you got reaped, and right after you came back you left again. if you don’t let me go with you i might actually die.”

her face softened during your confession. she’d never had much reassurance in her life. nobody to ever really kiss the tears away. you were different. you were special.

she slowly realized how you were her everything, too. your hearts were both chipping, but they both fit perfectly together.

she sighed. “okay. pack your things.”

your eyes lit up, immediately jumping up from the couch to grab your stuff.

you knew your parents wouldn’t care about this eventually. there’d be the initial shock, but after time, nobody would care. you were always seen as nothing but another mouth to feed.

your bag full, you walked out of your room for the last time. lucy gray called for you from the doorway. “you sure?”

as you gazed at your house for the final time, you nodded, joining her in the doorway. “positive.”

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[bishopsbeloved]

something holy

lucy gray baird x female reader

Lucy Gray Baird has had you under her spell the entire time you’ve known her. She’s a creature not of this world, something gorgeous, something holy.

3k words, fluff, mild angst

Lucy Gray Baird is the sweetest girl you know.

You’ve known her for a while, now, but you’ve known of her for even longer. You’ve only ever lived in District Twelve, a Seam girl born and bred, but you remember more vividly than anything that colourful day the Covey were rounded up and forced to settle in your home. Even then, you felt a draw to them. Sure, everyone was intrigued by them, even more so once they stepped into the spotlight and made a name for themselves. You knew you weren’t special, you were one of many in a crowd of admirers, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to know them. You wanted to know the dark-haired girl your age, who you’d occasionally glimpse through a crowd or across a plaza. This hunger, barely sated by scraps of fleeting encounters across the span of years, would only grow with age.

Twelve is the district furthest from the Capitol, and it’s the most neglected, to be blunt — it still has the lowest Peacekeeper to population ratio in the entirety of Panem. A blessing in disguise, you consider it, but it often renders the Seam a relatively lawless place. When the Covey arrived, the best part of a decade ago, it was even worse. The Covey kids were never forced to attend Capitol-mandated schooling in the way that the rest of the Seam kids were because they weren’t really Twelve. They didn’t really didn’t bother anyone, for the most part, and so long as that remained the case there were more important rules to be enforced elsewhere.

For the first few years of their inhabiting a crumbling little red-brick cottage at the edge of the Seam, overlooking the woods, the Covey were like daylight ghosts around town. They wove flowers into each other’s braids every morning, wore long billowy clothes even in the coldest winter snow and communicated more through melody, or strange noises, than they did words. (For a good few years of your childhood, you’d stumble down to their ends of town once a week to offer clumsy good-wish bundles of flowers and herbs, and even ribbons when you could get your hands on them. You’d be met with wide smiles or hummed tunes or, towards the end of this practice, even a beamed thank you, sweetness from Lucy Gray herself, but nothing more, and so eventually you stopped.)

At night, though, they were ghosts no longer; they’d come alive, lighting up the whole Hob with foot-stomping tavern thrashers. As you grew older, more capable, and still more captivated by them, you found yourself more and more often in attendance. That’s how you ended up meeting her; a fight broke out in the pit one night. You were close to the stage as could be, how you were whenever you got the chance, and in a whirlwind of movement and noise you found yourself caught up in the conflict. A pitcher of ale ended up being emptied onto you and you yelped as the lukewarm amber seeped into your dress, whilst its former owner cursed the loss of his drink and angrily swung the empty pitcher at the head of the whoever knocked him into you. The music halted as chaos ensued, and you scrambled to escape.

“Alright, y’all, that’s enough,” said a forceful voice from the stage, a voice you’d recognise anywhere. “You want to fight, you can go outside t’do it, I hear there’s a hell of an audience in uniform out there too.”

Billy Taupe, by this point the size of a man with the broad shoulders to show for it, set down his accordion and leapt down from the stage, forcefully breaking up the conflict, with the lean Tam Amber quick to follow. You were practically swept up onto the stage, and in an effort to de-escalate Lucy Gray reached out her hands to lift you up and into safety. She was stronger than she looked, and you marvelled at the moment, surely gaping like a fool.

“Learn to behave, folks,” she playfully chastised the crowd as Billy Taupe and Tam Amber wrestled two men out the door. You stood stiff as a board beside her, still dripping head to toe. “I’m’na give you ten, and when I get back y’all better have sorted yourselves, alright?” She jabbed a finger playfully at no one in particular before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you backstage, Maude Ivory and Barb Azure hot on your heels.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” she asked you the moment you were out the crowd’s earshot, “we been watching that whole thing —”

“— they nasty out there tonight,” chimed in Maude Ivory.

“— sure we got an old dress o’ Lucy Gray’s milling around somewhere, get you outta that thing,” Barb Azure offered kindly.

“— come here, into the light, poor thing, are you hurt? Let me see it,” Lucy Gray fretted. Seeing your features properly for the first time under the flickering of the oil fixture on the wall, she paused. “I know you.”

“I been here before,” you offered, finally summoning the courage to speak.

“No,” Lucy Gray mused, “you… you done used to bring us flowers, didn’t you?”

You froze, flushing. “Guess I did. Didn’t think you’d remember.”

“Aw hey now, I’d never forget a pretty thing like you,” she scolded you. Your cheeks burned with colour the same shade as her lips. “Why’d you ever stop? We used t’love your visits.”

“She ain’t kidding,” added Barb Azure, eyes twinkling, “Lu would doll up real early on Sundays and wait around for you.”

“Oh, shut it, you big grass,” Lucy Gray muttered, dark eyes never leaving your face. Your breath caught in your throat. “Look, we ain’t sending you back out there. How’s about we’ll find you somethin’ to change into and you’ll sit pretty with us, alright, sweet thing? What’s your name, baby?”

After that night, she kept finding reasons to be near you. Despite the draw you felt to the Covey you were scared stiff of bothering them. You’d rather die than cause them any trouble. But you and Lucy Gray, and then the whole Covey, fell into a close friendship so quickly you couldn’t help but wonder if that feeling was mutual. For a while they would tentatively invite you to picnics at the lake or bonfires in their back garden, but once they found out you could play the pan flute you were as good as one of them.

Lucy Gray began to consume your every waking thought. Lucy Gray, Lucy Gray, Lucy Gray. It’s been the same old for a good few years now. You spend every moment you can with her, whether that’s taming snakes or catching butterflies or whispering to each other late at night. She’s hardened like brandy and fiery inside, and you preen hopelessly under the light she casts on you. Lucy Gray Baird is what makes the world go round.

Yeah, she’s the sweetest girl you know. And, unbeknownst to you, she’s sweeter than ever on you.

The Covey are a superstitious people. There’s nothing they’ll heed more attentively than the whisper of fate. Lucy Gray doesn’t remember much from her childhood pre-Twelve, but she remembers when her momma would try to teach her how to see future in the way that the earth breathed. She knows to pay heed to the shape that the tea leaves at the bottom of her mug take, and where the first drop of rain falls. Everything, everything, including her heart, pushes her to you. She’s sure of it. It’s something bigger than her that connects the two of you, something cosmic, something holy. She’ll count bluebells on her walk to you — she loves me, she loves me not — and take note of the birds in the sky. She spells out love confessions to you in the chords of her guitar. She whispers poems into your morning tea before she brings it to you, careful hands cradling a mug full of love.

She knows it’s the string of fate that’s drawn her in to you. Why, why else would her family end up in Twelve?

Barb Azure teases her endlessly for the affections she harbours, and Lucy Gray will swat away her cousin with flaming cheeks and hiss half-baked threats but she’ll never deny it. There’s no denying it. There’s no denying the love she has for you, more certain than anything. She knows she loves you like she knows that the sun smiles in the sky. She’ll do anything to be around you.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Barb Azure asks her casually one warm summer’s evening. The two are side by side in the little stone kitchen of the Covey cottage, occasionally brushing elbows as they chop vegetables in unison. It’s a comforting touch, domestic, homely. Golden-pink sun streams in through the mottled windows, and Lucy Gray basks in it like a snake. The back door is pinned open so that the children, and the strange shaggy dog Clerk Carmine’s brought home, and Maude Ivory’s goat can all trot in and out as they please. In the distance, she can see you all playing, wrestling, giggling freely, hear CC’s shrieking melodious laughter. Lucy Gray’s so at peace in this moment that she forgets she’s been asked a question.

Barb Azure’s bare foot nudges her shin gently. “Lu. What’ll you do? ‘Bout her?”

She shrugs. “Same thing I’ve always done. Keep on loving her, and take what I can get.” She seems perfectly at peace with it, and Barb Azure sighs.

“You’ll get a whole lot more if you tell her how you feel,” she chastises.

“Why, and ruin a perfectly good thing?” Lucy Gray retorts, elusive, half-mirthful, a twinkle in her eye but a weight to her words. “No, I don’t think I will, Barb Azure.”

“Aw, hold your tongue now,” Barb Azure grumbles, “cause it’ll be this old dog who’s wipin’ your tears when the belle finds someone else.” She nudges Lucy Gray good-naturedly before moving over to the stove, but Lucy Gray stays frozen, blood running cold. She hasn’t even thought of that, but it’s true, you could find someone else. Who, she wonders? What kind of person would you go for? You’ve been one of the Covey for years, you eat here and sleep here and make music with them and the rest of it, and you don’t really talk to anyone else. Would you go for one of the boys? Tam Amber, or Billy Taupe? The thought of anyone else all up on you like that makes her shiver. She can live with never being able to have you, she’s done it this far, but she’s not sure she’d handle it if someone else could.

The thought weighs heavy on her mind, and she’s quiet for the rest of the night.

It’s only a handful of days after that you’re out gathering berries with some of the others. Lucy Gray comes with for a while, but she’s not really there, she’s not herself, and after finding a few wild apricots she feebly murmurs about going home to pit them. You watch with concern but she’s gone before you can say otherwise, walking off with her head lowered, and you decide to respect her wish to be alone.

You try to ignore the loss of her at your side as you laugh and joke with the others. You never feel content when you’re not with her, though — she’s the only one who can soothe your temples and still your thoughts.

“You okay, Y/N? You been starin’ at that bush for the better part o’ four minutes,” grins Tam Amber.

“Nay, she’s just mopin’. Gets all moony when she’s away from her Lu,” CC butts in, before tossing a blackberry into the air and catching it in his mouth.

“My Lu?” you ask, caught off guard.

“Well, yeah. So much pinin’ you could build your own forest.”

“I ain’t— I don’t pine for no one,” you tell him shakily.

He just shrugs. “Coulda fooled me. You been lookin at Lucy Gray like she hung the stars in the sky since day one.”

You frown, mulling his words over. Is that true? You love Lucy Gray, more than anything, but it’s never really occurred to you that your love for her could be like that. Sure, she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever met, you’d do anything for her. She’s so kind, so gentle and sweet, but she’s so quick and so fiery. She has a fierce wit to her that’ll send you rolling and reeling in equal measures. She’s always, always on your mind. Sure, your mind goes straight to her when you hear a love song, but— oh no.

“I think you broke her,” Billy Taupe observes.

“I’m, uhm,” you feel your palms grow clammy as you’re overwhelmed with the need for a moment to yourself, “I’ll head back home, and— and start sorting through this,” you look down at your half-filled basket and begin to hurry away. No one stops you, but you feel eyes on you long after you’ve rounded the corner.

You’re a mess. Your hands are shaking, your eyes blurry, your mind spinning as you grapple with this newfound information. You’re in love with Lucy Gray. It’s so obvious that the kids have clocked it before you. God, you’re so stupid. Of course friends don’t love each other like this. You don’t feel this way about Barb Azure or Tam Amber. This could ruin everything, if you ever let it escape you. No, you determine resolutely, you are not going to ruin the only family you’ve ever had. Having Lucy Gray in your life at all is something so impossibly holy that you refuse point blank to risk ever losing it. You will not lose the Covey. You’ll take this to the grave.

Your feet have carried you home before you know it, and you stumble into the kitchen, panting. There are tears streaming down your face, you realise, and you shakily wipe them away only for more to appear.

“Y/N?” says a soft voice at the door, one you love more than anything, and you look up to see the girl you’re agonising about. Annoyingly, you want nothing more than to crawl into her arms. “Hey, baby, you okay?”

“M’fine,” you murmur, hastily brushing away more tears, but she’s stepping towards you with outstretched arms, and then you’re in them and you’re safe.

“Shhh, sh sh sh,” she soothes you, guiding you into the room you share with her, running her fingers through your hair. “What is it, sweet girl, what’s bothering you?”

“It really is stupid,” you tell her thickly. “CC said something, I guess it freaked me out, ‘n got to me a bit.”

Lucy Gray lets out a surprised little laugh and it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. “And why’re you givin’ a shit about what he’s got to say, huh? Clerk Carmine’s a twelve year old boy. Can’t get more insensitive than that.”

You nod tearfully, gratefully accepting the comfort of her pressing her forehead to yours and toying with your fingers.

“What’s he said to get you all wound up, baby?” she asks you. You hesitate, reddening, and look away.

“Really was stupid,” you mumble.

“You can tell me,” she promises, eyes dark and soft. You bite your lip.

“Just… that I treat you different to the others, I guess,” you admit, words flowing like butter. She could get anything out of you. Lucy Gray stiffens a little in surprise. “Or like, I love you different.”

“Yeah? How’d you mean?” Her words are soft, gentle, and you feel no less soothed than before. Cautiously, you continue.

“He… said I’m pinin’ for you,” you confess, mere minutes after swearing to yourself those words would never reach her ears.

“And are you?”

You stop up short at the bluntness of her question. Her gaze is unreadable, and you inwardly curse her poker face. “I— uhm, what?”

“Are you pinin’ for me?” Lucy Gray repeats.

“I…” You lamely gape like a fish. “I mean, I guess, I don’t know.”

“If I kissed you, d’you think that’d be something you could enjoy?” she asks you. Her tone’s shifted into something different now, and you can’t quite identify it but it has liquid heat pooling in your stomach. Your breath is caught in your throat, you’re scared to make a sound and break this moment, and so you nod wordlessly.

Her hands meet at the nape of your neck and toy with the hairs there as she slowly brings her lips to yours.

Lucy Gray Baird is soft when she kisses you, gentle. She kind of cradles you, her touch delicate, the way she is with her snakes or that fawn she nursed once — as though you might startle at any moment. You don’t know whether to close your eyes and savor the moment or keep them open and commit her to memory forever. You’re utterly beside yourself.

The kiss doesn’t last too long, she keeps it short and sweet, pecking your lips one final time before resting her forehead against yours contentedly.

“You okay, baby?” she asks after a moment, feeling you shaking against her. She leans back to get a better read on you and her brow furrows at your distress. “Sweet girl, I— did I overstep? Oh god, I’m so sorry, I —”

“No,” you manage to choke out. “No, it’s good, I just— this is a lot— I think I’ve loved you forever.”

Lucy Gray melts at that, pulling you in close and letting you rest your head against her chest, soothing her fingers through your hair. “Shhh, sh, it’s okay. Let it out, baby. You know, I always felt like there’s a reason the Covey was brought to Twelve,” she tells you. “I’m so sure it’s always fate, you know? And my momma was too. I always wondered what it was, I’d feel whispers of things at the edges of towns, I spent so long lookin’ for signs I’d never find. And then you brought one to me, you brought me flowers and ribbons and handfuls of love… and then I wasn’t looking for signs anymore. I was seein’ em everywhere I went, and you was bringin’ em to me every Sunday. And it was the holiest thing I ever felt.”

“You’re everything,” you manage, breathless. “I’m not— I’m no bard like you, Lu— you’re everything.”

“I love you,” she tells you, the intensity of her dark gaze setting you alight, “I love you sure as there’s stars in the sky.”

You lie in Lucy Gray’s arms long into the night, and she holds you, whispering to you how much she loves you. When morning comes, you know the stars will still be there, even if they can’t be found. And you know that when she rolls out of bed later than usual on Sunday, her day of rest, and you bring her flowers and ribbons held together with love, she’ll beam brighter than anything and you’ll have a sky full of stars in your arms.

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[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect Quote

Coriolanus: Did you take out Lucy Gray as I requested?

Y/n: Lucy Gray has been taken out, yes.

Coriolanus: You have my grat-

Y/n: It was a great restaurant.

Y/n: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Y/n: Lucy Gray proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

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[deepseaorchid]

She's a Rainbow - Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Reader

Summary: Three short stories of moments where you fall deeper in love with your girlfriend, Lucy Gray. Inspired by Molly Tuttle's cover of the song "She's a Rainbow."

Pairing: (established relationship) Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I have a crush on Rachel Zegler. I wanted to try something different with this, so the formatting may be experimental.

“She comes in colours everywhere,”

“She combs her hair”

“She’s like a rainbow”

Lucy Gray Baird sat by the dock of the lake, combing her slender fingers through her wet hair absentmindedly. From the shore, you minded some of the younger Covey children, weaving some of the early Katniss blossoms into bracelets for them. As you tied the green vine around Maude Ivory’s slender wrist, you glanced up. Lucy Gray looked out over the glistening water, watching the sun cast golden reflections over the water. This low light only highlighted the colours in her hair, lighting it up different hues of brown and red mixed in with the dark.

She glanced over at you, meeting your eyes. You felt your face heat up but she only beamed at you. You smiled back at her. Maude Ivory called your name, snapping you back to attention. You looked down at her wrist. The green vines off the flower bracelet that had previously been braided had begun to come undone. You weren’t braiding them tight enough.

“Pay attention!” She giggled, shoving your shoulders gently with her free hand. You breathed a soft laugh.

“Sorry, sorry,” you smiled. You tried your best to focus on gently braiding the vines and stems of the Katniss plant together. The tall grass beside you shifts, and soft hair tickles against your shoulder. You glanced down. Lucy Gray leaned her head against your shoulder, her tan arm linked around yours. She sighed and leaned deeper into you. You rested your head against hers as you finished gently pulling the flower heads out from the inside of the bracelet, tying the vines off to finish. Maude Ivory held her hand out in front of her, admiring your work.

“You did such a good job!” She smiled before getting up and running off towards Clerk Carmine and Barb Azure. You smiled down at your now-empty hands before turning to Lucy Gray. Feeling you shift, she glanced up at you through her eyelashes. The low sun shone against the right side of her face, warming and lighting up her deep brown eyes. You tucked a loose strand of dark curly hair behind her ears.

“Have I ever told you that you have amber speckles in your eyes?” You whispered.

“Only a hundred times over, darling,” Lucy Gray smiled, leaning up and capturing your lips with hers. You smile against her sweet lips, caressing her cheek.

Lucy Gray grabbed your cheek, pinching gently. She pulled you in closer to her, peppering your soft cheek with a dozen tiny kisses, her lips pressing harder and harder against your cheek each time. You laugh hard. Lucy Gray smiles with each additional kiss. Finally letting up, she pulled away. Both of you were still giggling, trying to catch your breath. You pressed your forehead against hers.

“I love you,” you say between laughs, pecking her cheek once more.

“I love you too,” she smiled.

The glaring sun disappeared beyond the treeline as evening set upon District 12. You and Lucy Gray packed up your belongings for the day.

“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes, guys!” You called out to the younger Covey members out in the lake. A chorus of disappointed sighs called out from the water. You chuckled and busied yourself with tidying up, packing away picnic blankets and sweaters into your wicker basket you had brought with you.

“You’re a natural with them, you know?” Lucy Gray’s voice sounded out from behind you. You turned to look at her. She was covering her eyes, squinting slightly into the setting sun.

“Who? The kids?” You asked, hands still busy packing up wet clothes, blankets and toys from the day.

“Mhmm,” she sighed, walking up behind you and wrapping her arms around your stomach and burying her face in your neck. You reached down and took her slender fingers in yours, stroking your thumb over each of her knuckles.

“I could stay here forever, like this,” you whispered, voice barely audible. A gust of wind blew, and long dry grass tickled against your legs.

Lucy Gray only hummed in agreement, placing a soft kiss against the back of your neck.

Taking a deep breath in, you called out to the Covey.

“Time to go!”

Another cacophony of protests. Lucy Gray laughed hard, pulling you closer into her chest.

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“Have you seen her dressed in blue?"

Lucy Gray twirled through the marketplace, a small bag in her hand. You trailed just behind her.

“Hurry up! There’s a reason we miss out on every good deal!” She laughed. You smiled down at your feet, dodging muddy puddles in the dirt road winding between stalls. Lucy Gray waltzed around the different stalls, the white skirt she wore spun elegantly. She reached her arms up to the sky, her bright blue blouse lifted up ever so slightly, exposing the skin on her stomach. Her blouse was almost the same colour as the sky after the rainfall - no, more beautiful. The deep cerulean colour complimented her features perfectly, lighting her eyes up as she smiled. 

She stopped in front of a stall with a burgundy awning, admiring the wares. This gave you just enough time to catch up. You squeeze past an elderly couple on the busy street and join her side. 

Lucy Gray held something in her hand, you couldn’t tell what it was. You watched her hand over a few coins to the shopkeeper - a wiry man holding a small child on his hip. You smiled at the both of them as Lucy Gray linked her fingers through yours, squeezing your hand.

“What did you buy?” You asked her, rubbing your nose against her cheek. She giggled, looking down.

“You’ll see,” she smiled mischievously. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Please?” You ask, trying your best to give her puppy-dog pleading eyes. Lucy Gray’s cheeks blushed a gentle pink and she stuck out her bottom lip.

“Later? Promise it’ll be worth it,” she said. You sigh and nod your head, smiling before pecking her lips.

“See the sky in front of you”

The rain from earlier in the day had tapered off. Occasionally, a large droplet would fall on your head, or a gentle sprinkle would rain down on you. By now, the clouds were high and fluffy, as the day went on, the sky began to match the blue of your girlfriend’s blouse. Mud caked your shoes as you walked across the winding market roads. Lucy Gray’s fingers tickled your palm as she walked beside you.

“Want to stop for a bit?” She asked, turning to face you. You smiled sweetly at her.

“I think there’s a bench by that stall just ahead.” You said softly. 

Leading the way, you wind an arm around her waist and walk with her to a small wooden bench. Little puddles of rainwater lingered on the old wood. You pulled a blanket out from your small bag and placed it over the seat before sitting down.

Lucy Gray assumed her position next to you, tucking her shoulder into your side and resting her head against yours. You turn slowly and press a light kiss against her forehead. She sighed, content.

Around you, shoppers rushed around, desperate to snatch up deals in the dirty, open-air market. A flock of starlings flew above, chittering and dodging around lamp posts and buildings. The air around you was cool and damp, contrasting heavily to your loving girlfriend next to you. Her warm hand reached up and touched your face. Her fingers traced around your cheekbones, gently down to your jaw, before tracing the outline of your lips with her finger nail. Your eyes flicked down to her red lips, tilting your head slightly before capturing them in yours. She kissed you back almost instantly, wrapping her slender hand around the back of your neck. She pulled you into her lips deeper and you hum softly, eliciting a giggle from her.

“What?” You smile, pecking her lips one, two, three more times.

“Nothing,” she giggled back. Your hand trailed down to her side, poking her stomach gently. She shrieked and laughed and the sensation.

“Does that tickle?” You smirk. Reaching forward, you attack her with your fingers again. She squirms in your embrace as she tries to get away from you. “I’m not going to stop until you tell me what’s on your mind,” you smile against her skin, your lips ghosting across her neck. Lucy Gray reaches a shaky hand up and touches your shoulder. You lean back, lowering your hands. In between fits of laughter, she gasps out.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” You smile at your little victory.

Lucy Gray reaches into the pocket of her skirt and pulls out a small object wrapped in white cloth. She places it in the palm of your hand, biting her lip nervously. She looked so beautiful.

“Open it!” She says, adjusting herself to get a better view of the item in the cloth and your pretty face.

Your fingers delicately unwrap the thin fabric. Inside was a glistening indigo hairpin. You turned it over in your hand, holding it closer to your face. The winding metal depicted a little sparkling swan. 

You reached your arms forward and lunged at Lucy Gray, squeezing her thin frame tightly. 

“Thank you,” you muttered against her skin, burying your head into her neck. You felt her fingernail trace shapes up and down your spine.

“You’re welcome,” she said softly, kissing your hair and forehead.

“I love you.”

“Have you seen a lady fairer?”

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“Have you seen her all in gold?”

Lucy Gray twirled around the stage, the metal accents of her blouse jangled to the melody her and the Covey members played. You smiled from off stage, hands clasped together as you cheered her performance on silently. 

You spent the last few weeks meticulously sewing together. Her outfit was regal, as close to royalty as District 12 could get. Her pale purple skirt flew out from underneath her as she twirled. You had dyed it with a bowl of crushed blackberries you had spent what little earnings you had on. The completion of the skirt had been marked with celebration in the Covey, your sweet girlfriend baking a blackberry tart just for you out of the remnants of the crushed juice and fruit.

Lucy Gray jumped around as she strummed her guitar, the little gold beads on tassels around the blouse neckline clinked together, adding an extra layer to the percussion of the song. They weren’t real gold, of course. You made them from flattened and rolled bronze, painting each one of them a pale yellow to give it the desired expensive appearance. It was only noticeable how tacky they looked up close. The audience would be none the wiser. Despite your struggles with finishing the blouse, Lucy Gray swore up and down just how much she loved it, trying it for you first, easing your worries and doubts.

“Like a queen in days of old”

Lucy Gray’s voice carried through the air of the Hob as peacekeepers and miners alike danced in front of the stage, spinning and tapping their feet against the hard floor. You watched her from the backstage area. Performing came naturally to her, her magnetic nature drawing others deeper and deeper into her song. She had a natural way of drawing others into her music and her. Her charm impacts you most of all. The upbeat melody of her guitar had a small smile drawing at the corners of your lips. You felt your head nodding along to her voice and the music.

Lucy Gray turned her head to look at you backstage. It was only momentarily, but it was enough to send a bolt of electricity through you, shocking you back to your senses. Your gaze softened as your eyes met her kind gaze. From this angle, the stage lights illuminated the left side of her face perfectly. The silver lighting cast a ring over her hair and face, like a halo or a tiara. She always looked regal, but tonight, she looked like the embodiment of grace. Your heart skipped, like it always does, when she looked at you. With only a glance, she signified to you that this would be the last song of the evening. You nodded, turning on your heels and disappearing behind the curtain to head to her dressing room.

“She shoots colours all around”

The red door to the dressing rooms clicked behind you. In the dim light of the backstage dressing room, you were tidying some Lucy Gray’s makeup away for her. Stacking containers and vials on top of one another in her little wooden makeup case. Preoccupied with making sure you had packed all of your love’s makeup essentials, you failed to hear the door open behind you again. Your breath hitched as you felt a pair of slender, warm hands snake around your hips.

“Did you like my song?” Lucy Gray’s sweet voice rang out from behind you. You turned around, smiling wide and holding her hands in place over top of your waist.

“I loved it,” you whispered to her, your eyes flicking down to her bright red lips. She said nothing, only tilting her head slightly, briefly capturing your lips.

“I wrote it for you, you know? That song,” she giggled. Your breath hitched.

“Really?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You hadn’t even paid attention to the lyrics, too focused on your girlfriend’s captivating aura. Her captivating aura naturally drew others in whenever she assumed her place in the spotlight. That included you, who clearly should have been paying more attention. 

She only nodded in response. “You do so much for me, for the whole Covey, but me especially. I didn’t know how else to thank you for this.” she said softly, gesturing down at the ‘gold’ embellishments of her blouse. Her soft doe eyes met yours, and within an instant your lips were against her lips, kissing her hard. You kissed her as though she was made of honey, pulling her bottom lip over and over again hungrily. Pulling away, you dip your head to the crook of her neck and push her against the dressing table. The mirror rattled slightly at the force of two people’s weight against it. You linked your right hand in hers, your other hand placed on her waist. Lucy Gray wrapped her free arm around your shoulders, pulling you in impossibly close to her. You felt her heart hammering against her chest, pressed against yours. 

“You’re the brightest star in the sky, Lucy Gray,” you whispered against her skin, squeezing her hand tighter.

“I shine just for you, darling,” she smiled.

“Like a sunset going down”

Leaving the Hob, you trekked through mud, arm in arm with Lucy Gray and the rest of the covey trailing behind. The evening rain splashed against your skin, wetting your eyelashes. Lucy Gray’s makeup was beginning to smudge. 

“You look like a racoon,” you laugh, holding her head in your hands and swiping your thumb against her lower eyelids. She looked down, catching a glimpse of her reflection in a puddle. She instantly burst out cackling, a sound akin to bells chiming, grabbing you tighter as she laughed at her appearance.

The remainder of the earlier sunset were barely visible in the sky. Now, District 12 was bathed in a lavender light. The laughter of the Covey echoed through red brick allies, making nearby Peacekeepers turn their heads as you marched through mud, soaked to the skin. Clerk Carmine ran ahead, springing up and leaping into a puddle, showering your already wet selves. As the water flew, it captured the light from nearby streetlights and the lavender sunset. For only a brief moment, time slowed down and you saw a million rainbows reflected in the water droplets. A rainbow only reflected in Lucy Gray’s eyes as she turned to you, beaming a wide smile that lit up her eyes. A smile so radiant it put the sun to shame. A smile she reserved only for you.

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[darby-rowe]

valentines day w lucy gray....she's dressed ALL in pink and made the cutest wildflower bouquet (matches the flowers in her hair)

valentine's day w/ lucy gray... ♡

gn!reader

ʚ🍓ɞ — it's an early start to the day. not too early where the sun had barely risen, but early enough so the morning dew still coated the grass and cooled the soles of your feet.

ʚ🍓ɞ — lucy gray is already approaching your front porch, dressed in all pink carrying a bouquet of wildflowers, when you step outside to go meet her. she looks beautiful, and the smell of pine and lavender radiating off her skin washes your body with a wave of calm.

ʚ🍓ɞ — "should i ask how early you were up pickin' all those flowers?" you ask, and lucy gray just responds with a laugh. little lady has been up since at least six in the morning, you think to yourself.

ʚ🍓ɞ — "you look beautiful," lucy gray tells you, her accent making her voice flow from her lips like melted honey.

ʚ🍓ɞ — the wildflower bouquet was handpicked for you, and the joy that radiates off your face is enough to fuel lucy gray's soul for several lifetimes.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you two spend valentine's day in the meadow, of course. miraculously, you scrounged up enough money to make food for the both of you. it certainly isn't a feast for kings, but it fills the two of you up to satisfaction.

ʚ🍓ɞ — the breeze is incredibly forgiving, and you watch how it flows through lucy gray's dark, wavy hair. you fix a flower that was two seconds away from flying away from her hair, and she looks at you with gratitude in her bambi eyes.

ʚ🍓ɞ — by god, she's beautiful.

ʚ🍓ɞ — she shows you a few of her songs that she had been working on, and afterwards you two lay in the grass in silence staring at the sky and watching the birds.

ʚ🍓ɞ — it's amazing how your souls are so deeply intertwined with one another that you two don't even have to say anything. the looks in your eyes and the smiles on your faces tell the entire story.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you take your time holding her fingers, tracing the side of her face, and brushing away stray strands of hair just to make sure lucy gray's image never leaves your mind.

ʚ🍓ɞ — lucy gray kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose. "need you to promise me one thing," she says, voice soft. "no matter what happens to me, promise you won't forget me,"

ʚ🍓ɞ — you hold the back of her head as you press your forehead against hers, closing your eyes. "there is nothing in this world that could ever rip away the mark you made on my life, lucy gray," you tell her, sincerely.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you were afraid to question what made lucy gray say such an ominous, tragic thing, so instead you did the next best thing you could do with your lips, and you kissed her. so, so gently.

ʚ🍓ɞ — at the end of the day, you two share one last kiss before heading off to your respective households. and when you head to bed, your mind makes you think of a world without lucy gray. your chest immediately tightens with grief at the horrifying hypothetical.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you can't help yourself but to make the short journey to lucy gray's house to spend the night with her.

ʚ🍓ɞ — you endure her teasing you about getting upset over a fake scenario until you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

#☽｡⋆ dally’s asks; #♡; dally writes! #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray baird fanfiction #lucy gray baird imagine #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray x you #lucy gray fanfiction #lucy gray imagine #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas

[simpforfandom231]

Stunned by the Blyth sister *PART 1*

Pairing: Rachel Zegler x Y/N Blyth summary: Rachel Zagler discovers on the premiere of the new hunger games movie that Tom has a sister and boy oh boy, is she smitten for the girl. Tom first very protective over his baby sister, eventually trusts his sister and Rachel A/N: this was a request. i will tell you guys, I'm not into short stories as I have to much fun with it. this will be a multipart but don't worry I will try to contain myself.

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The premiere of the highly anticipated "Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" was enveloped in an electric buzz. The red carpet stretched like a scarlet river, lined with flashing cameras, excited fans, and eager reporters. The night sky sparkled with the glint of stars, mirroring the glittering anticipation in the air.

As the first limousine glided to a stop, the crowd's murmur rose to a crescendo. The door opened, and out stepped Rachel Zegler, the radiant starlet at the heart of the film. The dazzling flashbulbs captured her every step as she gracefully descended from the car, the slit of her elegant gown revealing glimpses of stardust heels.

Rachel, with an air of effortless glamour, smiled and waved to the throngs of admirers. Her presence was magnetic, and the crowd couldn't get enough. The excitement heightened as she made her way down the scarlet path, pausing for interviews, and showering the fans with gratitude.

Meanwhile, the night air was charged with the anticipation of the film itself. "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" promised to be a spectacle, and the cast, including the enigmatic Hunter Schafer and the charismatic Tom Blyth, had already become the talk of the town. The chemistry between the stars was a tantalizing mystery that fueled the fervor surrounding the movie.

As Rachel Zegler reached the entrance, the hushed whispers among the crowd transformed into cheers. The night was still young, and the premiere held the promise of an unforgettable experience. The stage was set, the players were in place, and the audience awaited the unfolding of "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" with bated breath.

As Rachel continued to charm the red carpet, gracefully navigating the sea of flashes and adoring fans, the crowd's attention shifted to the arrival of the next A-lister. Another sleek limousine pulled up to the premiere, and all eyes were fixed on its glamorous passenger.

The door swung open, and out stepped Hunter Schafer, an icon of both beauty and rebellion. Dressed in an avant-garde ensemble that blended elegance with a touch of defiance, Hunter exuded an aura of cool confidence. The cameras clicked furiously as she made her way down the scarlet path, each step a deliberate statement.

Hunter's presence added an intriguing layer to the evening. Known for her bold choices both on and off the screen, she became the epitome of the film's enigmatic allure. As she moved through the crowd, she shared knowing glances with Rachel, and the chemistry between the two stars sparked speculation among fans and the media alike.

The duo's camaraderie was palpable, creating a magnetic energy that enveloped the red carpet. Hunter, with a playful smile, engaged in brief conversations with reporters, dropping hints about the complexity of her character in "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes." The anticipation for the film intensified with each passing moment.

The night, which began with the radiant presence of Rachel Zegler, now took on a new dynamic with the arrival of Hunter Schafer. The red carpet had become a stage where the stars, like characters in a tantalizing drama, unveiled glimpses of the intrigue awaiting audiences in the cinematic world they were about to enter. As the two leading ladies joined forces for photo opportunities, the air buzzed with excitement.

Hunter Schafer and Rachel Zegler continued down the red carpet, their smiles and laughter painted the scene with an air of camaraderie that captivated onlookers. The chemistry between them became a spectacle in itself, leaving fans eager to see the on-screen dynamic they had forged in "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes."

Cameras flashed as the dynamic duo posed for photos, their infectious energy lighting up the night. Reporters clamored for a chance to ask questions, and one bold interviewer seized the opportunity to delve into the personal side of Rachel's experience with the film.

"Rachel, you and Hunter seem to share an incredible connection both on and off the screen. But we can't help but wonder, was it awkward working with your ex, Josh Rivera, on this movie?" the interviewer inquired, the question hanging in the air like a carefully crafted cliffhanger.

Rachel's expression momentarily shifted, a subtle acknowledgment of the question's weight. She gracefully composed herself before responding, "Working on this project was an incredible experience, and I think we all came together as a team to bring this story to life. Everyone involved, including Josh, brought their A-game, and we focused on creating something special for the audience."

Hunter chimed in, adding, "We're all professionals, and our priority was making this film the best it could be. The dynamic on set was collaborative, and I think that energy translates into the final product. It's a testament to the dedication of everyone involved."

The response, delivered with poise and diplomacy, seemed to satisfy the curiosity of the reporters. As Rachel and Hunter continued down the red carpet, the night unfolded like a carefully scripted drama, leaving the lingering question of the on-screen chemistry between the cast members as a mystery to be unraveled on the silver screen.

The interviewer, undeterred by the diplomatic response, continued to probe into the personal lives of the stars, determined to uncover any nugget of gossip that might fuel the media frenzy surrounding the film.

"Rachel, with all the glamour and charm around you tonight, fans are curious—is there anyone in particular who has caught your eye? Any off-screen romance blossoming amidst the drama of 'The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes'?" the interviewer asked with a sly grin.

Rachel laughed, her eyes twinkling, "Oh, you're trying to stir up some intrigue, aren't you? But honestly, right now, my focus is entirely on celebrating this incredible project and the amazing team behind it. The only romance happening here is the love we all have for bringing Suzanne Collins' story to life."

Hunter Schafer chimed in playfully, "Yeah, we're all in a committed relationship with this movie. It's a passionate affair with the art and storytelling."

The response was met with a ripple of laughter from the crowd, and the duo continued to navigate the sea of questions with grace and humor. The interviewer, while persistent, couldn't pry any juicy details from the stars. As the red carpet experience unfolded, it became evident that, amidst the glamour and speculation, the focus remained firmly on the film itself—the culmination of hard work, dedication, and a shared commitment to storytelling.

As the interview continued to unravel, the red carpet became a bustling tapestry of excitement, with more cast members arriving to join the festivities. The air was charged with anticipation, and the presence of the film's leading man, Tom Blyth, who portrayed Coriolanus Snow, added an extra layer of intrigue to the evening.

Tom stepped onto the red carpet, exuding a commanding yet charismatic presence. The flashbulbs intensified as the crowd's attention pivoted toward the enigmatic figure. Dressed in a sharp tailored suit, Tom seemed to effortlessly embody the complex character of Coriolanus Snow, his piercing gaze and confident demeanor capturing the essence of the Capitol's cunning president.

On Tom's arm was a stunning companion, her elegance complementing his own debonair style. Whispers rippled through the crowd as onlookers tried to discern the identity of the mystery woman accompanying the leading man. As Tom and his companion approached, the red carpet seemed to part to make way for the power couple of the evening.

Rachel, who had momentarily paused mid-sentence during the interview, was among those who couldn't help but be captivated by the entrance of her co-star. Her eyes widened slightly, and a subtle curiosity played across her features as she observed Tom and the elegant woman by his side.

The interviewer, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, adjusted the focus of the conversation. "Rachel, it looks like your leading man has just arrived. What are your thoughts on working with Tom Blyth and the incredible dynamic you two share in the film?"

Rachel, regaining her composure, smiled and replied, "Working with Tom has been an absolute pleasure. He brings such depth to the character of Coriolanus Snow, and the chemistry between our characters is a crucial element of the story. It's been a collaborative journey, and I think audiences will be intrigued by the twists and turns in our on-screen relationship."

Meanwhile, Tom and his companion continued to make their way down the red carpet, pausing for photos and exchanging pleasantries with reporters. The whispers and speculations about the leading man's date added an unexpected twist to the evening, setting the stage for a premiere that promised both on-screen and off-screen drama.

As Tom and his companion continued to strike poses for the flashing cameras, it became increasingly evident that the mystery woman was none other than Tom's little sister, Y/n Blyth. The realization rippled through the crowd, and a collective sigh of relief replaced the earlier speculation.

Tom, maintaining his suave demeanor, whispered comforting words to his sister as they navigated the red carpet. Y/n, although appearing slightly overwhelmed by the glitz and glamour of the premiere, managed a grateful smile at her brother's reassuring words. The bond between them was palpable, and the genuine moment of sibling support added a heartwarming touch to the red carpet spectacle.

Reporters, quick to pick up on the familial connection, directed their questions toward Tom and Y/n. "Tom, it's a pleasant surprise to see your sister here with you tonight. How does it feel to share this special moment with her?" inquired one reporter.

Tom, his arm wrapped protectively around Y/n, replied with a genuine smile, "It's truly special. Y/n has always been my biggest supporter, and having her here tonight makes the experience even more memorable. This film is a labor of love for all of us, and to share it with family is truly meaningful."

Y/n, still adjusting to the spotlight, added, "I'm incredibly proud of Tom and what he has accomplished with this role. Being here and witnessing the culmination of his hard work is a surreal experience."

The red carpet, which had initially buzzed with speculation and intrigue, now embraced a warm and familial atmosphere. Tom and Y/n posed for more photos, their smiles reflecting the shared pride in the moment. As the brother-sister duo made their way into the venue, the crowd's attention shifted back to the overarching excitement surrounding "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes."

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A/N: part 2 will be up quickly!

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[ghostofskywalker]

hiii Lucy Gray anon, since our lovely Peeta took that prompt maybe "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?

of course, i love this prompt for her!! and since you were next on my list, here it is :) it went a little angstier than i had originally planned, i hope that's okay!

Moving Forward, Together

words: 888

summary: when your girlfriend wakes up in the middle of the night, you two have a conversation about her past, and she attempts to teach you a skill for the future.

flower and meaning: poppy || remembering the fallen of wars and armed conflicts - this is also going to fill my november prompt for the @yearofcreation2023

lucy gray baird masterlist || year of flowers masterlist

It took a while for Lucy Gray to open up about her experience in the Hunger Games, and you never pushed her to talk about things she didn’t want to. You couldn’t even imagine what experiencing that must have been like for her, but you could clearly see it continuing to affect her life, even as far away from Panem as you were right now, having taken the chance to run away together the first moment it came. 

On particularly rough days for her, you tried to help in any way you could, but you often felt powerless, especially when she woke up screaming in the middle of the night. You wept along with her most of the time, offering your comforting touch to her in any way she might want it. Sometimes she would even ask you to sing for her, though your voice was in no way as beautiful as hers. 

When Lucy Gray woke up crying this time, you immediately wrapped your arms around her and pulled her closer to you, placing soft kisses on her forehead and she shivered slightly from the sobs. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Usually, she would shake her head and that would be the end of the conversation, but you always wanted to make sure you gave her the chance if she wanted to continue. 

And it seemed that this time, she did want to talk. “I can’t stop seeing their faces,” she said, her voice shaking almost as much as her body was. “Jessup, Reaper, Lamina, Dill, Coral, Mizzen,” she said, rattling off the names of her fellow victims, those who were taken from their homes and their families and forced to publicly fight to their deaths in order to satiate the Capitol’s sadistic power fantasy.

Unsure of what to say, you only hugged her tighter, and she sucked in shaky breaths before continuing. “I don’t want to forget them, because that’s what the Capitol wants. But I can’t stop seeing them as if they were attacking me.” 

Tears began to slip down your face at her words, and even though you had never lived this particular trauma, you could understand her struggle. “It’s perfectly okay to want to forget the version of them you met in the arena,” you said gently. “No one blames you for that.” 

“I know, I just-” 

“Lucy Gray,” you said, cutting her off. “You are the strongest and bravest person I’ve ever met, and just the fact that you want to remember those who tried to kill you shows how compassionate and kind you are. You and I both know that their attitudes were a result of the brutal treatment and sick game the Capitol was playing, and I think that they would much rather us remember them as people who loved more than they hated.” 

She nodding, pulling away from you to get out of bed. “Can we talk about something else right now?” 

You could only imagine the toll this conversation must have taken on her, so you immediately nodded and reached out to take her hand. “Of course.” 

“Can you dance with me?” 

The new topic of conversation was not exactly unpleasant or unwelcome for you, but it also forced you to contend with something that you had never admitted before. “Oh,” you said softly, and she looked at you with a confused expression. “I don’t really know how to dance.” 

And it was true. You had met Lucy Gray in the middle of the woods, and although you knew that she and her family often performed at some of the dance halls in District 12, you had never been to one. All the time you spent with (before running away together) had been with the rest of the Coveys in the cabin or the lake, and in the middle of the woods as you rested on the soft patches of earth.

She looked shocked at your admission, but it wasn’t long before a smile began to spread across her face. “Well, it’s never too late to learn, if you’d like to,” she said, holding out a hand for you to take. 

When you took her hand and let you lead you through a (rather clumsy) waltz, it didn’t even matter that you felt completely out of your element. You could see some of the tension and worry evaporate from Lucy Gray’s face, and it was soon replaced with a look of concentration as she tried to explain to you both the steps of the waltz and then a simple line dance, which you were equally terrible at. Soon, the heavy atmosphere that had filled the room was gone, and the sound of bright laughter took its place. 

“You really are a terrible dancer!” she said, after you stepped on her foot for about the twelfth time. 

You laughed. “Am I the worst you’ve ever seen?”  

“Absolutely!” she shouted, leaning in to steal a kiss before bursting out into laughter. “But that’s okay, I still love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

The frightening memories and persistent troubles that Lucy Gray felt would never truly go away, you knew that. But you hoped that with moments like these, you would be able to help make them a little less haunting.  

- the end -

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[womenrhot889801]

~My Songbird~

Fem Oc x Lucy Gray

Reneé Rapp as OC.

Summary: Ana, a respected student and member of the capital finds her morals challenged when she becomes the mentor of the first tribute known as Lucy Gray.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, character loss, eventual smut in later chapters.

~Chapter 1~

In a dystopian world ravaged by war and poverty, 18-year-old Lucy Gray struggles to survive in District 12, the poorest and most marginalized district in the nation of Panem. After being reaped as a tribute for the 10th annual Hunger Games, Lucy found herself in the spotlight.

Back at the capitol, everyone was preparing for the games, some to getting ready to watch, some getting ready to teach. Among them is Ana, a fierce and ambitious student from the capitol, who is assigned to mentor Lucy Gray, a cunning and independent girl from District 12.

“District 12: Female. Lucy Gray”, the announcer called. A young woman with long locks of brunette hair and a colorful gown made her way up to the stage, sporting a detailed floral corset. “She looks like a clown”, Arachne, your topical cliche rich mean girl laughed. Everyone gasped in surprise once she placed a snake in the dress of the mayors daughter before she was escorted forcefully to the stage.

She took a good look around at her surroundings before she began to sing. “Is she really singing right now?”, Arachne snickered as she saw Lucy Gray perform on the reaping stage. Ana rolled her eyes at this before returning her focus to the screen. She lightly smiled, finding the girl to be intriguing. Her voice was smooth like honey, and she had found her dress to be pretty. It was unique, it was colorful, it was very… Lucy Gray.

~Time Skip~

The time has come for the tributes to make their way to the capitol. Ana waited with a white rose in hand, sucking in a nervous breath as the train made an abrupt stop in front of her.

She flushed when the stunning tribute poked her head out of the caboose. Lucy Gray looked down, and to her surprise was met with her mentor. Ana held out a hand to help her out of the train, offering her a kind smile. Hesitantly, Lucy grabbed her hand and let her help her down.

“Hello, my name is Ana. I am going to be your mentor.”, the girl introduced herself. “I’m sorry that you were just thrown into this with no choice, but I just want you to know that I will do all I can to ensure you are brought home safely”, she explained, offering her the rose.

Lucy tilted her head. She didn’t expect to meet a member of the capitol who treated her like a human. However, she still was skeptical. She took the rose and thanked her, offering a small smile.

The small moment of silence was interrupted as a group of peacekeepers began to forcefully group all the tributes together, forcing them into a metal carriage to be transported to the capitol zoo.

Ana made sure the peacekeepers weren’t looking before she sprinted towards the carriage, jumping inside just before the doors closed.

“You lost pretty girl?”, a tall man by the name of Reaper teased, causing Ana to flinch uncomfortably. “Nope. I love it here, this is a very nice carriage”, she hummed. “Well, I think you’ve got the wrong one.”, a girl with short red hair threatened. Coral was her name, her mere presence gave Ana an uneasy feeling.

“Let’s kill her!”, one of the tributes yelled, a group of them backing her into a corner. “No!-” Lucy began before everyone let out a scream as the carriage started to shake. Distressed noises could be heard as the doors opened, causing everyone to fall out.

Ana groaned as she got up, eyes widening in horror as she saw they were enclosed in a large cage. “The capitol zoo? What the fuck..”, she mumbled. She turned her head towards the sound of a frustrated huff, her eyes met with Lucy Gray’s. The district 12 girl awkwardly looked up at her, cheeks flushing as Ana reached down with her hand to help her up.

“Thank you”, she rushed out, brushing off her dress. Their heads shot in the direction of a loud voice.

“Hello all and welcome to the 10th annual Hunger Games! I’m your host, Lucky Flickerman and- wait a minute”, he squinted in the direction of Ana. “You’re wearing the academy colors. What are you doing in there?” He asked.

Hesitantly, Ana made her way towards the fence, gasping onto the cold metal bars. “Well, I wanted to make a good impression. Had to show my dear tribute that she wasn’t alone in this. Besides, I’m all for an adventure”, she grinned, placing her hands on her hips.

“Ah, impressive! And what, may I ask, is your name?” Lucky asked.

“The names Ana, Ana Barlowe, and this here is the talented Lucy Gray”, she took her hand and brought her forward.

“Lucy Gray! Tell me about yourself”, Lucky said. Lucy took a quick look around before starting.

“Well as you know my name is Lucy Gray, and I guess you can say I’m from all over. My family, The Covey, travels around the world to perform. That is until we were forced into staying in district 12 and majority of us were killed off”, she stated.

Lucky awkwardly smiled at the camera. “So you’re from district 12 then?” he asked.

Lucy offered a fake smile before responding. “I guess you could say that.”

The conversation was then interrupted when a group of peacekeepers stormed the zoo, forcefully dragging Ana out of the enclosure.

Lucy tried to protest, her pleas being ignored. Before they could completely separate Ana from the enclosure, she took Lucy’s hand in her own, quickly whispering, “I’ll come find you, don’t worry.”

Lucy helplessly watched as they escorted Ana away from the zoo. Ana gave her a sympathetic look before turning around.

~Time Skip~

Ana made her way to the capitol zoo, having snuck past the peacekeepers as the clock struck midnight.

She ran towards the fence, calling out for Lucy in a hushed tone. A smile appeared onto her face as the girl emerged from her original position.

Lucy made her way to the girl, wrapping her fingers around the metal bars. “Hello”, she greeted, a light blush coloring her face.

“I brought you something”, Ana whispered, handing her a small wrapped package containing 10 sandwiches, and a small loaf of bread. There was also a large flask of water, she could share these items with her fellow tributes.

“Eat up, love, you’ve got a big day ahead of yourself.” Lucy’s heart fluttered at the name she was called. Ana bent down to her knees, sitting on the other side as Lucy sat to cross her legs.

“Thank you so much”, she smiled, taking a bite out of the sandwich. She almost moaned at the taste, as she hadn’t eaten in days.

Ana grinned at her. shit. She thought to herself. She was growing attached to the girl infront of her, and she didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. These games were dangerous, and she couldn’t bare with herself if anything happened to her.

She hesitantly reached her hand through the bars, affectionately brushing a few stray strands of dark hair out of Lucy’s face. Lucy blushed at this, smiling widely as she let herself rest against the bars, giving her the best embrace she could.

“I’ll do everything I can to make sure you win, whatever it takes. I don’t want anything to happen to you”, Ana sighed. Their fingers interlocked, a tender silence forming between them.

“I’ll be here tomorrow at the same time after our tour of the arena, I’ve got to go now. Please eat”, she uttered. Lucy locked eyes with her, brown meeting blue.

Both girls sucked in a breath, an uneasy tension building as the games got closer by each passing second.

“Goodbye.. and thank you”, she whispered, earning a nod in response.

She watched from afar as Ana quietly ran off, making sure not to alert anyone.

Till tomorrow.., Lucy thought to herself, her heart racing.

Ana

⬇️

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[slutforsnow]

ON THE TOPIC OF LUCY GRAY COULD YOU MAYBE DO HEADCANONS OF LUCY GRAY WITH AN S/O WHO HAS ADHD/ASD?

AS SOMEONE WITH BOTH, AB-SO-FUCKIN-LUTELY

- WILL listen to you ramble

- writes songs about you and your hyperfixations and sings them to the covey (with your approval ofc<3)

- makes it her mission to find/make you clothes you feel safe in

- strokes your hair as you stim and talk about your interests

- takes you swimming with the covey (will bail and stay with if you don't wanna go)

- dances with you in the meadow

- kisses your forehead and sings you your favorite song when you're overstimulated

- when you're stimming, she is doing it with you with the biggest smile on her face, happy to see you happy

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[simpingforblackfire]

I'll Crawl Home to her: Part 1

Lucy Gray Baird x fem reader (x platonic Coriolanus Snow)

A/N: This is also posted on my ao3 which is Homoeroticmicrowave

"Grandma"

The bleary eyed, elderly woman stared down at her grandchild. The little girl usually bustling with life and energy, incapable of being still was for once stood unmoving. "What is it hon?"

"Whose Lucy Gray?"

The woman's eyes widened "now where on earth did you hear that name?"

"I heard mama mention her when the district 12 girl sang that song for that dead girl. She caught me listening in though and she sent me off"

The woman sighed "I suppose you want me to tell you about her?"

The little girl nodded enthusiastically.

"Settle down then. This is a long one."

The woman paused to collect her thoughts before speaking.

Those names had been wiped from every media outlet the capital put out. The capital had trampled those names, as best it could. But as hard as the capital tries they never were able to snuff out those names entirely. They would always be spoken in hushed tones.

Perhaps not everyone would know them but she would pass the names down so that they might always be known in whispers between generations.

Sixty-five years ago.

You met her first when you were kids.

"Lucy Gray" she grinned, bright eyes bursting with an excitement for life. You felt so bleak standing before her. You met her hand, which she stuck out so ecstatic to explore the unknown.

"Does it matter what my name means?"

She laughed, loud, unapologetic. It devoured the silence with glee. "Course it matters, silly. Without a name you'd erase a whole part of yourself. Everyone's gotta have a name one way or another"

"I don't like my name much" you admitted. "Too much history I'd gladly erase"

Lucy Gray stood in silence for perhaps the first time in her life. She was always bustling with noise. After a moment of quiet she spoke again, her grin bouncing back as she did "well I gotta call you something, so how about we come up for a new name for you. One I can call you. Something that can make you happy rather than sad"

"You think you'll make me happy?" 

Her grin seemed to widen "I'll make it my mission to!"

You couldn't help but smile back at the girl "okay"

She let out a squeal as her excitement burst out of her. You didn't like when it was noisy. You found you didn't mind when Lucy Gray was noisy though. Silence suddenly seemed overrated.

"I got it!" Lucy Gray suddenly said "Azalea!"

"what?"

"that'll be your name Azalea!"

You wrinkled your nose a bit "like the plant?"

She grinned "just like the plant!"

"why?"

"My mama likes to tell me stories about our family back when we used to be able to travel anywhere we wanted long before we all got hauled up in twelve. This one time she told a story about a hero called azalea and I asked her the same question you just asked me cause my mama always told me names are important. She said Azalea symbolises taking care of yourself and others."

"it does?"

"It does- and that's what you do! You always take care of me and everyone! You always have!" her grin became almost sly as she moved into teasing you slightly as your face grew hot with embarrassment "you're a real softie at the heart and it comes out in how much you care. Cause you care about others the most out of everyone you've ever met"

You turn your head away "nu uh"

"Yeah-huh!" she said throwing herself over your legs and rolling over to look up at your face "but it also serves as a reminder to take care of yourself. Cause that's what you need to do more than anything. You always care for others but the one person you claim to think of the most is the one you really do the least- that would be you"

"I think of myself plenty!"

"Sure you do" Lucy Gray said, sass dripping off her words in plenty, as she rolled her eyes. "What do you think of the name anyway?"

"Azalea" you said trying the name out on your tongue "I think I like Azalea"

"Well then!" Lucy Gray grinned as she always did when she saw you "It's nice to meet you Azalea".

Your hands mets hers and it was warm. 

"It's nice to meet you too, Lucy Gray."

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[bishopsbeloved]

my girl 💌

lucy gray baird x fem reader

Lucy Gray would do anything for you. You want to celebrate Valentine’s Day? She’ll sell her soul to give you the day you deserve.

so much fluff, mentions of sex, 1.6k words

Lucy Gray Baird has always thought of Valentine’s Day as a pointless, commercial event institutionalised by the Capitol.

The Covey has always rejected these kinds of capitalist holidays imposed solely for the purpose of making money, and Valentine’s Day is no exception to that rule. Lucy Gray doesn’t need the Capitol to tell her when she ought to celebrate her beloved. No, she’ll do that all year round. (As if the Covey don’t have their own festivities, anyway. Lucy Gray wakes you on every solstice with a bundle of flowers she’s picked from the woods, not bought, and poetic affirmations of her love.)

It hadn’t really occurred to her that you’d want to celebrate Valentine’s Day, to be honest. This is the first one you’ll be spending with her as her girlfriend, but you’ve known each other a long while and by now you’ve surely picked up on her indifference to the subject. This year she goes about her business as she always has, politely averting her gaze when she sees vendors at the Hob trying to pawn off Valentine-themed goods, and bringing you flowers or sweet little trinkets at any time she pleases. But if Lucy Gray is one thing, it’s hopelessly devoted to you, and she would do anything under the sun to bring a smile to your face. So when she hears you make an offhand comment to Tam Amber about wondering what this year’s Valentine’s Day will be like, her entire stance on the matter is instantly changed.

“You’re whipped beyond comprehension, Lu,” Barb Azure laughs as she watches her younger cousin fret over her plans.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think of anythin’, Barb Azure, I just need your help,” Lucy Gray replies distractedly, kneading the dough of the bread she’s making with vigour. “So are you helpin’ me? Or no?”

On the morning of Valentine’s Day, Lucy Gray Baird kisses you awake, her smile so sweet you can taste it on your tongue.

“Mornin’, baby,” she says sweetly. She’s already up and dressed, and her skin is vibrant with the fresh-found dew of the morning. “Brought you flowers.”

“Morning, Lu,” your heart fills with warmth, “you’re the sweetest.”

“Happy Valentine’s, my sweet girl,” she murmurs, pulling you close to her, littering kisses atop of your hair. “Lord, I love you more’n anything.”

“Love you so much, Lucy Gray,” you whisper, toying with her fingers. You keep coming back to her ring finger, and solemnly swearing to yourself that someday you’ll find her a token of your love to wear upon it. Today isn’t the day — you’re both so young, still young enough to be Reaped — but you know that when the time comes you’ll give yourself over to Lucy Gray forever.

“When you’re thinkin’ that hard I can hear the bits in your brain whirring,” Lucy Gray tells you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “It’s real cute. What’s on your mind, darlin’?”

“Wanna marry you someday,” you mumble. Lucy Gray is rarely caught off guard, but this gets her, and her cheeks flood with colour. Her smile, though, only widens.

“I— it’ll happen someday, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

You help one another get dressed, all giggles and teeth and hearts on sleeves. Outside it’s warm, the warmest it’s been all season, and you can feel winter breaking as life returns to the dormant earth beneath your feet.

“What’s today lookin’ like, Lu?” you ask.

“Thought we could go to the lake.” She grins easily at you, and it’s contagious.

The two of you amble through the woods, hand in hand, content to take your time together. The whole sweet sunny day stretches out in front of you, warm and dry (Lucy Gray takes one look at the clouds in the sky and determines today will be free of rain throughout, and in seventeen years she’s not been wrong yet) and full of love. Your eyes are fixed on her, the way hers are constantly darting around, not necessarily on guard but more eager to take in all the world has to offer. Every little detail is of significance to Lucy Gray. How her brain works is a beautiful mystery to you, but you’ve learnt she has a way of reading her surroundings, and she can see signs of the future in the earth as easily as she can breathe. Barb Azure says she’s a walking oracle. A few times she’s tried to explain to you how she notices what she does. There’s always a kind of sense to it, but you’ll never get it in the way she does. You’re more than content to sit back and watch her in her element, though. You just feel grateful to be by her side, your one and only, your angel among men.

“Look.” She stops you to point at two four-leaved clovers at the roots of a tree which have grown together so much that their stems are intertwined. “That means you’n me are forever.”

Your stomach swarms with butterflies. “Sure hope so.”

“I know so,” she tells you, brown eyes bright as she presses a kiss to your lips.

The little earthy plateau above the jetty of the lake, the one protruding from the flowers and trees, has been absolutely transformed since you saw it last. The thick, sturdy picnic blanket often used by the Covey on adventures has been laid out beautifully, and is held in secure place by rocks piled on each corner. Ever so carefully arranged atop the blanket are comfy pillows and a picnic for two, with the food set out all pretty in little jars and bowls and handkerchiefs. From where you’re stood you can see a few different kinds of bread and cake, freshly pressed jams, and fruits and berries. Even with how much of this she could’ve foraged, it shakes you how much tesserae has gone into this. Propped against the bough of a tree is her beloved guitar, with her little notebook of songs beside it.

You let out a little noise of surprise when you first lay eyes upon the scene. Lucy Gray fights a losing battle in trying not to smile at how fucking cute you are.

“What’d’you think?” she asks instead, not quite looking at you, toeing at the ground. “Barb Azure helped me with all the bakin’, n’then me’n the boys dolled it up all nice. They were real helpful.” (You know exactly what she means, too. Clerk Carmine is shaping up to be a real painter, he’s got an artist’s eye, and you know this kind of thing would be right up his street.)

You’re in awe for a moment, not even sure what to say. Lucy Gray’s dark eyes blink at you hopefully. She’d never say it, she’d rather die than say it, but you know that the ever so subtle tension to her shoulders, the slight tilt to her chin phrase a silent question.

“It… it’s so gorgeous, Lu, I can’t even, thank you,” you manage. Her posture softens and she steps forward to cup your face in her hands.

“I wanna treat you how you deserve, baby,” she tells you sincerely, and then pecks at your lips before her arms drop down to her sides again. “Now c’mon, or the damn flies’ll eat before we do.”

The two of you stay at the lake together for hours. Perhaps you wouldn’t have picked a February picnic of your own volition, but just as Lucy Gray predicted the weather’s so gorgeous you’re sure she must’ve charmed the skies the way she does with everyone else. You voice this thought to her, and she only laughs, her smile reaching her eyes as she feeds you another berry.

Eventually, as the sun begins to set above the two of you, painting the sky in pinks and golds, the air grows cooler, and you find yourself shivering in Lucy Gray’s arms. Ever-vigilant, she notices.

“Awww, is my baby cold?” she coos. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.” Her hands ghost your sides teasingly, and you blush.

“Shut your mouth, Lucy Gray.”

She gasps, feigning offence. “Why, I thought you liked it wide open.”

You let out a noise of surprise, and hide your face in her hair. Lucy Gray laughs heartily, and cradles you to her, telling you over and over how sweet you are. The moon awakes her silver tongue, though, and as the skies get darker she trips you up again and again with filthy words which, eventually, turn to filthy actions.

Once the act is over, once Lucy Gray’s mouth has been put to good use, the two of you swaddle yourselves in all of the blankets and lie in a little cocoon, gazing up at the stars.

“Thank you, for today,” you whisper, so close to her that you don’t have to move at all to kiss her cheek. “Means a lot.”

She shrugs, nonchalant. “You honour our culture, you join in and all. This day was important to you, I wanted t’honour yours.”

You laugh softly. “You’re sweet. …I don’t think I would call the Districts my culture.”

“No?” Lucy Gray asks, genuinely curious. You shake your head. “What is, then?”

“Don’t know. I got nothing. Just what you teach me.”

She lets out a hum of amusement. “Yeah? You wanna be Covey?” She says it with humour, but the hope in your eyes has her straightening a little. “Y— you do?”

“If you’ll have me,” you say shyly.

Her heart swells against the bars of her chest. “If we’ll ha—? Darlin’, I want this more’n anything,” she tells you lowly. “We love you. I love you. You’re one of us.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper.

“You’re mine. I’m yours. My girl,” she murmurs, fingers beginning to comb through your hair. You press your cheek against hers, so overwhelmed with love for her, and continue to gaze up at the stars with your love.

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