Hii, hope you're having a good day,
I just wanted to stop by and let you know that I think your fandoms are so cool, I like the variety.
Anywayyy. I may have noticed that you have dreamsmp c/cc and the hunger games and wanted to know if you'd be up to try maybe a hunger Games au with some of the smp characters, maybe manhuntish and angsty/fluffy, and I don't know who the main person, maybe dream cause of his track record with the manhunts.
You don't have to obviously. I'm excited to read your works and see more of what you can do :))
DSMP Hunger Games AU part one
Warnings: swearing and mentions of death.
That was it. That was the moment my life officially came to an end. I’m being sent off to death.
I must have been standing there for too long because before I knew it the peace keepers were ushering me up the stairs of the justice building forcing me to face the crowd who, reasonably looked pretty distressed. Nobody ever wants to see people get reaped, let alone a 16 year old kid who’s never had a chance to live a proper life. Internally I was freaking out, how do people process being thrown into your inevitable death? What will my family think? Will they be able to survive on their own?
I locked eyes with my mother, she was in no way old and feeble, considering the fact we’re from district 7 and chop lumber for a living but her face seemed pale and her body seemed frail. At this moment I knew I was done for. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was and I knew she would want me to stay strong, not only for myself, but for her as well. All that was left for me to do was pray that my brothers name wouldn’t be called next. I don’t know what she’d do if she lost both of us in one day.
I sigh of relief escaped my lips when I realized it wasn’t b/n. And then that’s when I realized. It wasn’t b/n but Nicks. My eyes scanned the crowd only to find his eyes were already locked with mine, dousing me with pity and sorrow, which only made the lump in my throat grow larger. There’s no way I’d be able to go into the arena with him. He’s my friend, my best friend even. Hell our moms we’re friends. I won’t be able to hurt him, let alone kill him. The thought alone makes tears swell in my eyes.
Yet again the peace keepers were ushering me somewhere unknown. Presumably the rooms where I’d have to say my last goodbyes. Only three minutes to say goodbye to your family. Three whole minutes.
The goodbyes were rough, it’s hard to say goodbye to everyone in your life in a matter a three minutes. But it’s over now. The sooner I forget them the easier it’ll be for me to stay focused. I know I won’t win the games, but I won’t die without trying.
I think Nicks handling it better than I am. He always had a way of excepting things that I could never understand. I haven’t talked to him yet, I feel as if it’d be to awkward. How can you talk to someone knowing that in a few short days you’ll have to kill them?
The train ride was mainly quiet aside from the few conversations we had with our mentor, who’s name I learned to be Johanna Mason, about tips to stay alive in the arena. She seemed rather cold but I know she only pitied us. She herself had gone through the games and I can only image what that does to a person, but now she has to send off children to their inevitable death? I even questioned if dying in the arena would be better than winning. I cant image the trauma people endure during the games. Nick never spoke a word to me, I think he has the same mindset that I do if I’m being completely honest. There’s no reason to get reattached to a person when your going to have to kill them.
The ride to the capital was shorter than I would have liked. “One step closer to death.” I thought.
Stepping off the train and seeing all the people cheering for us was like a bunch in the gut. Do people really enjoy watching children murder each other? We were ushered into the capital as “fans” tried to ask questions and take pictures. The place we were staying at was a beautiful place. Lots of fancy decorative pieces we wouldn’t dream of having back home and all the food I could ever imagine. “At least my last few days will be spent in Luxury.” I silently laughed to myself as I was led to my room by an avox. I couldn’t help but notice the small glances Nick was shooting my way. I could tell he wanted to say something but he was never good with words. ————————————————————————
Training had to be the worst of all. Johanna had told me to practice my survival skills rather than my fighting to prevent other tributes from knowing my assets. I had spent the last two days working on fire building and how to find water and food that was safe to eat, so now I was working my way over to the knot tying station when one person in particular caught my eye. I believe his name was Clay, if I remember correctly he’s from district 3. He couldn’t have been much older than me I think. He wasn’t all that bad looking if I’m being honest, Blond hair, green eyes and a rather muscular build. Once I had finally made my way over to the knot thing station I met the instructor who seemed nice. She taught me different knots and what to use them for, I even learned how to make a few Snares.
My eyes shot over to the person who was now besides me. Nick. I let out a sigh of relief and laughed.
“Yeah. I figured it’d be helpful at some point. Maybe use it to sleep in a tree like when we were kids” I said with a smile
His eyes flashed with something of sadness and regret before it was quickly replaced with a mischievous, “yeah and maybe this time you won’t fall out of one.” He laughed.
“Oh that was one time sap!” I laughed nudging him with my shoulder.
His face contorted into a look I’d never seen before, and then I realized.
“You haven’t called me that in ages N/n.” He murmured
“I guess it has been a long time hasn’t it”
The interviews were growing nearer and nearer by the second and slowly, I began to notice the boy from district three throwing glances my way every once in a while. Was he trying to find my weaknesses? Or was he just being an asshole trying to intimidate me?
The day of the interviews had arrived sooner than I would have liked and my prep team was going wild. Pluck, wax, pluck, wax, bath. Repeat. By the end of the session my body was raw and red. I swear I don’t know how the capital people maintain such a barbaric way of living. I guess our way of living was also considered barbaric to them as well so who am I to judge. This year I had hoped my stylist would be somewhat original and not dress me as a tree, but beggars can’t be choosers. My stylist picked out a rather ugly brown form fitting outfit with patterns that resemble tree bark. Of course, it’s nothing out of the usual, district 7 had worn basically the same outfit for the last 74 hunger games. Nick was also wearing something similar just modified to fit his figure.
Nick had gone up to the stage before me and Cesar seemed fairly excited at the sight of him.
“So.. Nick, can I call you nick?” The blue haired man had questioned too enthusiastically for anyones liking.
“Of course Cesar. I’m just excited to be here” Nick shot back with the same level of enthusiasm.
“So let’s get straight to the questions shall we. What was your initial reaction to your name being called during the reaping?”
With a nervous laugh Nick had replied with a small, “well my initial reaction was wondering how I’d be able to fight to the death with one of my best friends being in the arena with me if I’m being completely honest with you Cesar.”
A loud gasp was was heard from the audience was all that could be heard and all that could be seen on the blue haired interviewers face was shock.
“Well.. that’s certainly a shock. Don’t you agree?” He asked as he looked to the still roaring crowd.
“Yea I think it was as much as a shock for you than it was for me.” Nick laughed nervously.
“Well I’m sure it was.” Cesar laughed.
As nicks interview continued the butterfly’s in my stomach only grew. Mine was growing closer and closer and before I even had time to register my name was being called for me to walk on stage.
“And next up on stage we have the district 7 female tribute, y/n l/n!”
“Thank you Cesar, I’m happy to be here.” I smiled with fake sincerity. I cant stand being here, people cheering for us to die? That’s absolutely sick.
“I’m glad. So now that you’ve been able to see the capital, what’s your favorite thing about it so far?” Cesar asked with a cunning crowd winning smile.
“Well since you asked, it’s defiantly the food. I thought the food in my district was good but holy cow, this stuff is amazing. I mean have you tried the peach cobbler?” I exclaimed in amazement.
“The food here IS amazing isn’t it?” He laughed, and the crowed went wild. Cheers erupted and screams of excitement were heard.
“It definitely is.” I answered back fiddling with the ends of my sleeves.
“Looking back on your reaping your family seemed pretty devastated when your name was called, especially your brother. What did he say to you during the goodbyes?” He asked with mock sorry. He was only milking it for the crowd and it was obvious, this was just some sick game to them.
The lump in my throat returned just as it did the day of the reaping.
“He told me to win.” Was all I could mange without a sob escaping my throat.
Thankfully, the buzzer rang meaning my interview was over. I quickly stood up and hurried off the stage running to the elevator with tears streaming down my face, most likely smearing my makeup when someone pulled me I to them.
That only made it worse. If I thought I was crying before im definitely crying now. Loud garbled sobs escaped my lips, not caring if anyone heard or saw. I must have looked like a wreck. Nick paid no mind and continued to stroke my hair and rubbed circles on my back.
I woke up to my prep team running around my room with a topic that had something to do with my hair flying around. Today was the day of the Games and Al hell was breaking lose. Nick hadn’t spoken to me since my breakdowns after the interviews so I’m not even sure how he’s feeling.
My stylist had dressed me in brown pants a black shirt and a windbreaker overtop, which I could only assume was a match to what the other tributes were wearing.
“One minute until launch” was heard over the intercom.
“I cant place bets. But just know, that no matter what I’d bet on you. You can win y/n.” She smiled sincerely.
My stylist was probably one of the most sane people I’ve met in the capital so far. She’s helped me since I got here.
“30 seconds till launch.”
“Well I geuss that’s my cue.” I laughed nervously walking towards the tube
