#thgau

[ashyjingles]

wip wednesday

If anything, the arguing seems to make Liam calmer. His shoulders are looser and his face twists into something closer to annoyance than anger. Something fonder, Theo realizes with startling clarity. 

Because that’s what it is. Liam’s a restless body, constantly fidgeting and talking and pacing. He’s a constantly running motor that just has a few hiccups along the way. But right now, instead of pacing restlessly the way he usually does when he needs to walk off his anger but can’t really go anywhere, he’s sitting close to Theo and simply plucking blades of grass to twirl between his fingers.

Theo zeroes in on the still-intact blades of grass. Liam tends to shred them when he’s anxious, or dig his fingers in the dirt and claw up handfuls when he gets really angry. But now, he’s just twirling them between his fingers, absentmindedly stroking the chlorophyll veins. Like creeping shade over a sunsoaked rock, bringing it down from almost burning to pleasantly warm.

Liam doesn’t notice Theo staring at him. Instead, he flops over onto his back and lolls his head to the side to meet Theo’s piercing gaze. If he’s surprised by his eyes on him, he doesn’t show it. Just pouts for some unknown reason and throws a single blade of grass at Theo, only to spit viciously when it ends up in his mouth.

“Liam - 0. Inanimate objects - 2.”

A soft, indignant noise pushes its way out of Liam. “Technically that one was moving.”

Theo scoffs. “Because you threw it,” he counters. 

A stuttering machine doesn’t mean it’s faulty. Sometimes it just means it needs a bit of oil here or a tightened screw there. 

Liam hums low in his chest, the sound reminding Theo of smooth motors and the smell of metal.

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[tiny-cacti-magnet]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Loudest Silence

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“Hey,” he whispered, softly shushing him, “you’re okay. You’re okay. It wasn’t real.”

Tommy clung to his shirt, sobbing into the soft fabric as he shook his head frantically. “It was me. It was me. I didn’t—”

Wilbur gently rubbed circles on his back, easing out the tension in his shoulders. His sleeping shirt—which used to belong to Wilbur—hung off his thin frame. “Shh… you won’t get chosen. You’re fine,” he tried to reassure him, pulling up the thin blanket that had been kicked down to the foot of the bed and draping it over Tommy to conserve some of the quickly fleeting warmth. “Your name’s only in there once, remember?”

Tommy sniffed and pressed his face into Wilbur’s shoulder. “You’re sure?”

He nodded. “I’m sure.”

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Hunger Games AU where everyone is traumatized, the world is hell, and Wilbur’s just trying to survive.

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[yxllowwood]

Bang Chan

Genre: Action

Warnings: Angst, Violence, MCD, Swearing

Inspo: The Hunger Games

“And of course, the males…. Bang Chan.”

The cheers stayed, Chan smiling at those closest to him. He could see his family not too far away, his brother and sister hugging their mother while she let her tears fall freely, her face not changing other than to tell his siblings it was okay, he’ll survive. His smile softened at her, trying to reassure her as well as himself that he would be okay. All he could do was hope now. He’d heard of the candidates from every district, researched the tributes from District 1 and Momo, and knew who he was up against. It didn't fill him with hope.

He was training to be a peacekeeper. He wanted to keep his family safe, he didn't want to have people hurting in fights, he never even wanted to fight in the games in the first place, he just had to provide for his family. His name was in 54 times just because his brother was ill and he didn't want his brothers name in there, not once. He fought for his family, everything he'd done was for his family. It was only right he died for his family too. They deserved to know he went out fighting. He was tired of the fighting.

He looked at Momo, the smile across her face becoming murderous as she stared at the crowd, and he took her hand, raising it for the crowd to see. She would kill him in the games, he knew it. He didn't think she wanted to win, she just wanted to kill and hurt and it scared him. He needed to survive for his family, and she wouldn't stop him, no matter how hard she tried. He’d need to find a way to shove her under the bus somehow, take her down or get her to take everyone else down. Chan would make it through this. One last look at his mother and father, holding Hannah and Lucas showed him all he had to live for. He would live for them.

[ashyjingles]

minute monday

wasn't gonna do this one but then i got sad about not doing it so i did it. thanks @axxxx13 for tagging me last week!!!

Theo watched as Liam twirled the twig in his hands, plucking the leaves off systematically. When the leaves were gone, he picked at the bark and peeled it back until the core of the twig was stripped bare, and stuck the thing in his mouth to chew on.

Theo just watched the entire thing with an amused smile. It’s like Liam was incapable of staying still for even a second. It was always his hands flying or mouth running or body twisting around like if he paused for even a moment, he'd miss something.

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[ashyjingles]

two line tuesday!!

“Losing a fight to an inanimate object?” Theo teased. “You’re even more hopeless than I thought.” Liam glared at Theo and kicked the sleeping bag back flat. “The only thing that’s hopeless here is your bitchy attitude.”

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[ashyjingles]

hi im back and making bullshit games no one but me rlly cares about but hey!! if it gets me writing at all its a win in my books!! (unless someone has made it and i just havent heard of it) welcome to:

minute monday

rules: write for 60 seconds and share the snippet you get (wowww so hard)

“Come on, come on, don’t stop moving,” Theo whispers harshly. Tara’s shaking hands slip into his with a deceptively strong grip. Theo’s bones creak slightly, and he squeezes back just as hard. Tara winces, but shuffles a little closer to him. Painful, but a welcome reminder that no matter what, they have each other. 

for chapter nine of my thiam hunger games au, violent and volatile :D not edited pls be nice to me

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[ashyjingles]

minute monday

tagged by @6lytherinn and @royal-callahxn last week but i never did it lol

rules: write for a 60 seconds and post the snippet!

Liam groaned loudly, the sound followed by a loud swoosh of aggressive fabric noises. “Oh, so now you want to cooperate?” Theo looked up to see Liam looking ready to fight to fight their sleeping bag. A second later, he did just that: he kicked at the now flat piece of cloth, clearly meaning for it to tangle together, but all it did was fold in half.

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[ashyjingles]

fuck it friday

tagged by @thiamsxbitch and @mooniamsblog !! thank yewwww

for chapter 9 of my hunger games au !! :

He wakes up to someone rapping on his door. Tara sits up and rubs her eyes as he snaps to action. “Is it time already?”  Theo has to swallow around the heart in his throat. “Yeah. You remember the plan, right?” “I find you right away, and we run away from the Cornucopia as fast as we can. If I can’t find you, I try to stay near water and use the animal calls we learned to try and meet up again.”  They ignore the second set of rapping knuckles against the door. “And if I die?” “I– I run as fast as I can away from you. If I can, I find Boyd, or maybe Liam and Hayden. I don’t trust anyone else, no matter what. If–” she sniffles. “If anyone tries to hurt me, I punch them in the nuts and run away.” “But you don’t need to worry about that, because I’m not going to die, okay?” Her hair is tangled and sticking out in different directions, and Theo tucks a stray piece behind her ear. “I’m going to find you, and we’re gonna stick together, okay? Just like we always do.” “Just like we always do,” she echoes. The door opens, and Harper barges in. “Oh, great, you’re awake. You two should be moving already, come on!” She doesn’t say anything about how Tara wasn’t in her room. Theo thinks he hears her sniffle as she steps back out in the hallway. He kisses Tara on the forehead and whispers, “You’re going to be fine, okay?”  “Don’t make me tell you again!” Harper calls out.  Tara’s hand is sweaty and white knuckled against his own. Theo squeezes back so hard he’s not sure he isn’t hurting her, but she doesn’t let go.