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“wolfstar are freak4freak” “no it’s actually rosekiller”
girl stop lying to yourself pandora and xenophilius would outfreak them all without breaking a sweat
"A drag path, etched in the surface as evidence i left there on purpose"
But it's Neil leaving his bag, racquet and phone behind when he was taken by Lola so Andrew knew he didn't leave him willingly
“Eww don’t ship them ! They’re just friends/ they hate each other/ they barely have any interaction/they never even met/they’re not from the same series !”
Pussy. Back in my days, we shipped Elsa and Jack Frost to hell and back because they were both ice themed.
Mother and Son of Exy
I'm sure Regulus realized he was in love with James in some completely random moment. Like: «I really like Potter.»
After which he would proceed to judge his own fucking, disgusting taste, but wouldn't do anything about it. Not even deny it.
Meanwhile, James, being the absolute idiot that he is, would wake up at three in the morning either because of a wet dream or for no reason at all, open his eyes, and drawl:
«Noooo.»
And then he would spend all the remaining time denying and denying his feelings until one day he finally snaps, corners Regulus in a hallway, and kisses him senseless.
Oh, to be loved by Regulus Black .
That cold, arrogant man, the greatest yearner of all time.
He hates the way he looks at James. He doesn't like how his breath catches whenever he hears Potter's laugh.
Regulus trembles, he's silent.
But he loves and yearns.
All the love songs were written by him. Shakespeare turns in his grave when Regulus opens his diary and pours out his hatred for the feelings James has for him.
Everyone mistakenly says that James is the pathetic one in the Jegulus. But no, it's my baby Regulus. He's the one who's pathetic. But his patheticness is as beautiful as the night sky.
So fuck you, James Potter. You're a lucky bastard.
The Jegulus are destined to have a daughter. She's elegant, well-mannered, and embodies all the beauty of the Black family. Everyone thinks she's a cold, unapproachable beauty, until she opens her mouth. Well, because... she's James's daughter, after all.
The Wolfstar, on the other hand, are the opposite. The boy is a carbon copy of Remus. But his style, demeanor, and mannerisms are all from uncle Regulus. Sirius tears his hair out every time he notices his brother's habits in his own son.
Regulus Black is a violin. He has elegant wrists. A beautiful face and a lot of sarcasm. Regulus is a sharp mind. And his appearance is as cold as the edge of a knife.
Oh no, James is not in love at all. He doesn't think about Regulus Black. His gaze doesn't linger on the boy in the hallway or on the street. James certainly doesn't like Regulus's purring voice.
No, that's just nonsense. Regulus is Sirius's brother. The vile heir of the Black family and a very, very beautiful boy.
Yes, perhaps he has the most beautiful black curly hair. And perhaps mesmerizing silver eyes. No more, no less.
Come on, James doesn't stare at Regulus's waist and doesn't want to pull him into his arms. Pfft, who even came up with that?
James is simply in trouble. Regulus is an obsessive thought. A distraction in his head. A disruption during training. Insomnia every night.
A pipe dream.
Perhaps. But one day James will admit to himself that... the unbearable longing for his best friend's younger brother is neither an illness nor a fever. He will find the definition of the feelings inside him in a dictionary. Perhaps in one day... But, now he's just stupid boy.
– Nikova Banks.
That is enough to knock all the air out of Kai’s lungs. A second turns into eternity. His vision blurs. Standing becomes unbearably difficult. His gaze is drawn to the stands. The mischief and arrogant smile that had been on Damon’s face a minute ago disappears. Instead, the boy stands straight, his face full of pain and indignation.
Two years ago, on this very same day, Will’s name was called. They were seventeen then, and Damon volunteered…
Back then, Kai’s entire world changed. He clearly remembers how, after Damon started walking up the stands, he saw her. The girl with coal-black hair who had lived in his thoughts for a year before that. She was screaming, cursing the Capitol, crying as if something most precious had been taken from her.
Back then, Damon finished his Games in the shortest time — three days — and became the victor of the 67th Hunger Games.
– Nikova, then, – he says to himself. Kai gives a bitter smile. For three years he lived with the thought that there was something between Banks and Damon. All this time he forbade himself from thinking about her. Forbade himself from going near Damon’s house in the Victors’ Village. Forbade himself from looking at her during the reaping.
Prohibition. Prohibition. Prohibition.
And it turned out…
She is his best friend’s fucking sister.
Kai looks away. Nikova walks toward the stands at a slow but steady pace. To give her credit, she shows no fear. Banks doesn’t even tremble.
She steps onto the stands and stops for a second near Damon. The girl nods at him and stands next to Winter Ashby.
Seeing Banks there. On the scaffold, Kai understands it.
She can die.
He can lose her.
Again.
He will have to watch as Banks, alone among twenty-three people, fights for her life.
Horror freezes his limbs. It feels as if they are covered in ice.
No…
– I volunteer.
He will not let her die. His father is one of the victors. He was trained in everything that could be useful in the arena. Kai is sure Damon taught Banks too, but still…
She has to win. And Kai will do everything possible for that.
Basically, as you probably understood, this is a Devil’s Night x The Hunger Games AU. The idea for it came to me two years ago. But I don’t think I’ll ever write a full fanfiction. So here it is.
Kai Mori – the son of Kazu Mori, the victor of the 49th Hunger Games. Kai is excellent with weapons, especially knives. But he is even stronger in hand-to-hand combat. He met Banks at seventeen, a day before the reaping. That was enough for the girl to conquer his heart.
Damon Torrance – The son of Natalia Torrance. In this AU, she is the victor of one of the Games and gave birth to Damon by President Gabriel. He is acknowledged as a son, but still grows up in District Two. Damon became the victor of the 67th Hunger Games, setting a record as the fastest and bloodiest Games. His arena was a massive garden, and the Cornucopia was a fountain. At the end of the Games, all the tributes were drowned there.
Nikova Banks – Damon’s sister. Also Gabriel’s daughter, but not acknowledged by him. After taking the position of president, Gabriel changed his surname from Nikov to Torrance. Since Gabriel liked to entertain himself with women from the districts. That is how Banks was born. Until the age of ten, she grew up with her mother in District Eight, but afterward she came to live in District Two with Damon. No one knew who she was or what she was really like.
Winter Ashby – an escort from the Capitol. Here she is not blind. She has a tense relationship with Damon. She is also the same age as him.
Will and Michael – residents of District Two. They have never been in the Games. They live in the Victors’ Village.
Rika – followed in her parents’ footsteps and became a stylist. Later, she designed outfits for Damon, Kai, and Banks.
Emory – an ordinary resident of District Two. Her older brother is a Peacekeeper.
Kai and Banks’s arena is a church. The girls are dressed in nuns’ robes, and the boys in priests’ vestments. The weapons are daggers, stakes, and chains. Every night at three o’clock, the Witching Hour begins. Humanoid monsters appear and hunt the tributes. They can be protected against with holy water, which is scattered throughout the church. The Cornucopia is the Altar in the very center. The arena is enormous, about the size of a shopping mall, and tributes can also move between floors.
As you probably understood, Kai and Banks become the victors in the end. (I love them too much.)
*English is not my first language, so please accept my apologies if there are any mistakes in the text
I'm reading The Crimson Rivers and I'm just dying to read a fic where, during the Reaping, Banks' name is called, but Damon volunteers in her place and wins the Games. Then, the next year, Kai (aka Damon’s best friend) is chosen, and after that, Banks gets picked again.
I need Kai, who's secretly in love with Banks, to accidentally confess it during the interview—and then they just go on to win their Games. I need this.