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Emerald Bellonaâs life has never been her own. Born in the shadow of the Capitol, she was only six years old when her mother, beloved District 1 victor Amethyst Alexander, died of a morphling overdose. âAn accident,â they called it, an inexplicable tragedy. But even then, Emerald knew the truthâher mother just couldnât take it anymore, couldnât bear the weight of being one of the Capitolâs darlings.
Ten years later, Emeraldâs time has run out. Itâs a moment sheâs always known was coming. As the child of a victor who dared to take her own life, it was never a question of if Emerald would go into the Games, only a matter of when. After a lifetime of training, she thought she'd be ready.
But no one is ever truly ready for the Hunger Games, and no one prepares you for what comes after. As the final canon sounds, Emerald is faced with a chilling truthâthe Games never end. When youâre one of the Capitolâs darlings, you never get to leave the arena.Â
To escape her motherâs fate, Emerald has to fight like hell in a war she never saw comingâa war that will take her from the arena to Victorâs Village, from the Capitol to a bunker in a district that isnât supposed to exist. A war that will teach her that new beginnings can be found in the unlikeliest of places, like a steely-eyed boy from District 12.
Tribute. Victor. Rebel. Soldier. The Capitolâs Jewel is told in four parts that tell Emeraldâs story from her beginnings in the 72nd Hunger Games through the Second Rebellion.
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Summary:Â You agree to watch Eri for your older brother Shouta while he's out of the country on a mission. He forgets to tell you about the hot young manâShinsou Hitoshiâcurrently living in his basement. Life is full of surprises.
AN: this is a late birthday gift for @southsidewrites <3 part one proper should be posted sometime in the next week, I just really wanted to include this brief scene from Shouta's POV.
Warnings:Â naked encounters, sorry you're an Aizawa now but blood relation isn't mentioned, part two and three will lean towards smut
Chapters: Prologue | Part One | Part Two| Part Three
Shouta knows he isnât being subtle as he checks his phone again.
There are dozens of case files spread across the coffee table in front of him. Folders are stacked on top of each other, piled annoyingly high. Heâs supposed to be reviewing a series of criminal profiles with varying degrees of redacted text, but by the fifth document he could already feel a headache building behind his eyes. At least, thatâs the excuse heâs been giving himself as to why his attention keeps slipping back to his phone, face-up on the table and partly wedged under a folder as thick as his arm.
From the right angle, he can see the newest notification that pops up each time the muffled vibration from his phone cuts through the silence. Even he can tell heâs been a little too interested in the random notifications. Usually, he doesnât pay any attention to social media, and he has a special ringtone for any messages on the Hero Network, so heâs never been in the habit of checking his messages like a teenager. If he was a student, he would have scolded himself by now.
Whatâs worse is that he knows that Hizashi has been pretending not to stare at him for the better part of an hour. Heâs been sly about it, glancing over the top of his book whenever the phone vibrates and trying to catch a glimpse at whatever notification has popped up, but not sly enough that Shouta hasnât noticed his increased interest and the stupid smirk on his face that heâs trying to hide.
As if on cue, the phone vibrates again, rattling the folder on top of it. Instinctively, Shouta leans forward to get a better look at the screen. In a bid to seem less suspicious, he grabs his coffee mug off the table and takes a slow drink as he glances at the notification lighting up his phone. Itâs from Fwitter.
When did he even set up Fwitter notifications?
On the other side of the coffee table, Hizashi snorts.
Shouta stares over the rim of his mug with what he hopes is the unimpressed glare that usually makes his students shut their mouth before they can shove their foot in it. Unfortunately, Hizashi isnât one of his students.
âItâs barely been twelve hours,â Hizashi reminds him suddenly. âI bet theyâre having an awesome time together, and nothing bad has happened.â
He sets his mug down a little too hard. Coffee sloshes over the rim and drips down the side. âI know,â he grinds out from between his teeth, silently cursing Hizashi for his phrasing. Why would he say it like that? âIâm not worried.â
âIâm just saying. Itâs perfectly normal to be nervous about leaving Eri for an extended period of time. This is the first time youâve been gone for more than forty-eight hours since the adoption went through, right? And just because your sister is totally awesome and will do a fantastic job babysitting, that doesnât mean you arenâtââ
âIâm not worried,â he says, cutting off Hizashiâs attempt to psychoanalyze him. So what if heâs been keeping an eye on his notifications just in case his sister has a question, or Eri calls because sheâs had a nightmare? Heâs not paranoid, heâs just being vigilant. Heâs a pro hero. Itâs his job.
âSure.â
His phone lights up with another notification, but he forces himself not to look at it. âIâm not.â
âOkay.â The corner of Hizashiâs mouth twitches like heâs trying not to laugh.
âStop that.â
âIâm not evenââ
The phone vibrates suddenly. The stack of paperwork on top of it shakes. Instinctively, Shouta glances at the notification that pops up.
Itâs not Fwitter this time.
He barely registers that the little icon next to the notification is the one for his personal messages before the phone is in his hand and heâs swiping to open the text. He scans it quickly, deflating when he sees that itâs nothing important.
According to his sisters, heâs mastered wearing a distinctly apathetic expression, but it mustâve cracked slightly in his haste to grab his phone, because Hizashi puts his book down and leans across the table. âSomething wrong?â he asks, craning his head to see the text.
Shouta exits the app and closes his phone before the other man can see anything. âNo,â he says as he places it face-down on the coffee table. âItâs just Mindjack.â
âOh, right! Heâs covering your patrol route this week! Anything interesting happen tonight?â
He only bothered to give the report a cursory glance, but it wasnât long by any means. Hitoshi isnât exactly known for having long-winded reports, but he is thorough. âIf you think a couple of drunks picking a fight in an alley is interesting, sure.â
Hizashi hums. He shifts in his seat, probably reaching for his book again, but pauses. Shouta glances at him and though he notices the funny look on Hizashiâs face, he turns back to the files heâs supposed to be reviewing.
âSpeaking of Hitoshi,â starts Hizashi, who waits for Shouta to look at him before he continues, âdid you remember to tell your sister about him?â
Shouta freezes in his seat, hand hovering over his coffee mug. Heâs pretty sure his eyes widen almost comically as he thinks back to the conversation he had with his sister earlier today. It was brief. He didnât have a lot of time before he left her with Eri and hopped on the plane for this mission. Did he tell her about Hitoshi? He mentioned studying, bedtime, feeding the cats, emergency contactsâŚ
âShit.â
With a groan, he leans his head back against the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger. He hasnât had enough coffee yet to deal with this.
âYou didnât tell her?â
He cracks open one eye to glare at Hizashi, whoâs staring back at him in obvious bewilderment. âI forgot.â
âYou forgot?â Hizashiâs voice pitches up an octave, making Shouta wince. âSheâs going to freak out if she sees some strange man come out of the basement!â
Glancing at his phone, he mulls over his options, considering the time difference and the likelihood of his sister answering the phone. âIâll call her in the morning,â he decides. Hizashi opens his mouth like he wants to protest, but Shouta cuts him off. âItâs late there. Sheâs probably already asleep. Besides, chances are they wonât even run into each other. Theyâll be fine until tomorrow.â
Itâs less than an hour later when Shoutaâs phone starts to ring. At some point, he forced himself to stop looking at it every thirty seconds, and he lost track of it beneath all of the files. It takes a moment of shoving folders aside, and by the time he digs his phone out from beneath the mess of papers spread across the table, heâs missed not one, but two calls.
The phone starts vibrating with a third immediately.
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⤠âI climbed a mountain and I turned around, and I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills...â
brother gerard way // fire special explosion // basic instinct the acid // creep radiohead // all these things that i've done the killers // the new great depression the moth & the flame // atmosphere joy division // i see fire ed sheeran // arsonist's lullaby hozier // warm shadow fink // i bet on losing dogs mitski // wax roseville // clearing ruby haunt// easy hovvdy // leechy downward // snow globe long beard // look on down from the bridge mazzy star // hello goodbye waveform* // small things ben howard // scott street phoebe bridgers // miserable light foyer // repeat until death novo amor // you are a memory message to bears // landslide the japanese house
Crushing the sad, wet, paper cup, Emerald tossed it in the trash on her way out of the room. She was getting really fucking sick of Plutarchâs speeches, especially when they started to sound more like lectures. She stormed into the hallway, determined to head back to her room and not come out until dinner.
âEmerald, can we talk?â
The low voice brought her to a sudden stopâGale. While heâd been in the infirmary, Haymitch had explained who he was and what his relationship was to Katniss. Heâd also given her a lecture to rival the one heâd given Gale about why punching your allies in the face is generally not good practice for a successful revolution. Heâd used more choice words, but she had gotten the point, even if she would never admit it.
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I just found The Capitol's Jewel and wanted to say that I love it! I knew at the start that it wasn't completed but as I ravenously devoured the story I definitely forgot until rudely, all of a sudden, AO3 no longer had a "next chapter" button ;-; I was not a district one fan previously but the backstory and way you wrote the victors converted me and even got me to cry a few times - curse you (affectionately)! Can't wait for your next update!!
Aw, this is so sweet! Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you're enjoying it and falling in love with District 1 with me.
So, I'm finally watching Journey to Bethlehem (Bible musicals are basically my most special of special interests), and uh.....well, at least Milo Manheim is cute.
She fought to keep her breathing slow, steady. There would be cameras catching them from every angle, giving not only Panem, but the other tributes, their first look at their newest opponents. If it was going to be her, she wasnât going to show a single crack.
Xanthia dipped her hand into the big, glass bowl. It looked so empty with only four slips in it. When her gold-tipped fingers closed around a slip, Emeraldâs breath caught in her throat.
She lifted the slip, unfolding it and leaning into the mic. âCashmere Sterling!â
The crowd didnât seem to know what to do. At first, there was silence, and then, a roar.
Screams and cheers hit the stage like a wave as Cashmere walked forward, her most perfect smile plastered to her face as she waved.
Emeraldâs heartbeat slowed, and the world seemed to slow around her. Her gaze flicked across the stage to the men, to Gloss. He was smiling, cheering and clapping along with everyone else, but his blue eyes were shiny.
When the crowd sounds dimmed, Xanthia reached back into the bowl. âAnd now, the gentlemen!â
Her vision blurred as her gaze flicked between Gloss, Valor, and Augustus.
âGloss Sterling!â
This time, the crowd didnât hesitate, bursting out in a raucous applause. Emeraldâs gaze flicked to the crowdâshe couldnât bear to look at the Sterlings smiling and waving.
They were cheering, but they were crying, too. Screams and wails blended in with the cheers and shouts. They were clapping and waving their fists, determined to support their victors, but already mourning the fact that at least one of them wasnât going to make it home.
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When he stretched too far, Gale could still feel the leather ripping into his skin. One sharp movement, and he was back there, his wrists tied to the post, his knees against the stones of the square.
The strangest part of it all had been that the first place he felt the pain wasnât in his backâit was in his throat. The scream that had come out of him had been guttural, uncontrollable.
Heâd told himself heâd take it like a man, that he wouldnât show his pain, his fear.
He'd thought he could keep himself from screaming, but he had no idea what true physical pain was until the moment that whip ripped open his back.
When he pressed Thom for details later, he admitted that he was pretty sure he was unconscious at about thirty lashes. Thirty out of fifty wasnât too bad, he supposed. Better than he did on most of the tests in school.
Of course, he wasnât even sure if Thread even got his fifty in. Itâs not like he could count. The thick, raw scars crisscrossed and blurred across his whole back, less distinct whip marks and more a tangle of uncountable pain.
He could have pressed Thom for the details, but he didnât want to know, not really. It was probably for the best heâd passed out, all the better that he didnât have to witness Katniss nearly getting herself killed for him.
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President Snowâs voice boomed through the speakers of Glossâs television. âAnd now we honor our third Quarter Quell.â The boy opened the box, and the president selected the envelope with the number â75â marked in elegant script. âOn the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.â
There was still noise coming from the television, but Emerald didnât hear it. Her vision blurred, her body going limp as she fell into Augustus, a sob ripping from her.
Her mind seemed to leave her body, the sensations too overwhelming. She was sobbing, that much was clear, but everything else was a hazy blur.
They were supposed to be safe. They were supposed to be done.
Someone was shouting. There was a crash of glass shattering. A cup hitting the wall, maybe? Low voices were arguing. Someone else was crying. Augustus had left, sliding out from under her shaking form.
The door slammed, and then it slammed again. The noises started to quiet.
Then, there was shouting again.
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