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Miss Me; Coriolanus Snow

pairing - young!Coriolanus Snow x capitol!reader summary - Coriolanus is too busy making his way up in the Capitol to spend time with you. All you want is for him to miss you, like you miss him. words - 2.71k warning - coriolanus snow! note - I really wanted to make this a lot longer than it is, but I already rewrote it 5 different times and wasn't getting very far. I have a hard time when it comes to writing snow so I hope you like it! Oh! i changed my theme, but kept the same username! my other fics in the work should be out soon! until then, stay safe, ily 🦋

“Could you miss me for a moment?” You shouted at the man standing before you. “I’m constantly making time for you, Coryo. How is it that you are always late?”

“I have so much to do and so little time; this is my life now.” He responded, explaining the perpetual busyness that seemed to keep him at a distance.

Upon his return to the Capitol, a palpable shift occurred in the dynamics between you and the once-familiar boy—who now asserted himself as a man. However, the shifting dynamics of your relationship had been set in motion long before Coryo’s reinstitution in the Capitol.

As he embarked on his assignments in District Twelve, you remained a constant presence in his life through the written words that bridged the physical distance. Each week, your letters became a lifeline, painting vivid pictures of the life he missed and offering him a connection to the world he left behind.

In an unforeseen twist, he penned a final letter, a bittersweet gesture granting you the freedom to explore other connections during his prolonged absence. However, despite the newfound freedom, you found yourself tethered to the belief that Coryo was irreplaceable.

The connection you shared, woven through shared memories and the emotional landscape of your history, seemed to defy the notion of easy replacements. Even with his permission to explore others, the gravity of his absence and the unique bond you shared lingered, creating a complex tapestry of emotions.

Your prayers echoed with the fervent desire for the day Coryo would return, a day when everything would seamlessly revert to the way it once was. In the sanctity of your hopes, you envisioned the revival of late-night dates that stretched into the early hours, the days where you stood by his side, and the warmth of shared dinners with his family.

However, as the day of his return finally arrived, the reality that unfolded in the streets of the Capitol shattered those hopeful expectations. The person you longed for, the one you envisioned in your mind, stood before you, yet the familiarity that once defined your connection seemed elusive.

At that moment, the Capitol streets became a metaphorical crossroads, and the realization struck that the journey ahead might not seamlessly align with the nostalgic dreams of the past. Rather than confronting Coryo directly in the bustling streets of the Capitol, you chose a different path.

Walking right past him, you could sense his gaze lingering on you, and a subtle double-take betrayed his surprise at your unanticipated move. The decision to withhold direct acknowledgment was a silent rebellion against the expectations you had harbored, a momentary attempt to regain control over the emotions that had surged within you.

As you made your way to work, the weight of confusion and hurt accompanied each step. Seeking solace, you confided in a friend, sharing the unexpected encounter with Coryo. To your dismay, your friend revealed a disheartening truth—Coryo had been home for almost a month, a fact that had been hidden from you.

With the day unfolding with a semblance of normalcy, the echoes of the unexpected encounter with Coryo reverberated within you. However, the evening brought a sudden twist as a knock echoed through your apartment. Opening it revealed Coryo standing there, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

Once you let Coryo into your apartment, he extended the bouquet toward you, a silent offering to bridge the emotional gap that had widened during his prolonged absence. His voice carried a mix of surprise and regret as he confessed, “Hey... I, uh, didn’t expect you to just walk past me earlier. I’ve been back for a while, and I didn’t mean to keep it from you.”

You met his gaze, your eyes reflecting a sense of hurt and frustration. “It was more than that. I've been writing to you, waiting for your return. And today, when I saw you, it felt like all those moments were forgotten.”

Coryo’s expression softened, remorse evident in his eyes. “I never forgot, not for a second. I’ve been back for weeks, and I got caught up in trying to make things better for us. Time slipped away, and I messed up.”

The weight of your emotions hung in the air as you processed his words. “I wish I wasn’t so forgettable.”

“You’re not forgettable. You are the reason I’m doing all of this.” Coryo assured, his sincerity cutting through the tension. “I brought these flowers as a small way of saying sorry.”

Examining the bouquet in your hands, you acknowledged its beauty. “They’re beautiful, Coryo. But they aren’t enough—I need you to make an effort to be present, to not let us slip through the cracks.”

He nodded in understanding, a determination settling in his gaze. “I promise, from now on, I’ll be here. I want us to navigate the Capitol together—like we planned.”

His pledge to be present echoed in the air, creating a tentative bridge between past grievances and the possibility of a renewed connection. Despite the lingering doubts, a small glimmer of hope emerged as you decided to grant Coryo a chance to prove himself. The journey toward rebuilding trust required both vulnerability and resilience, and you were willing to tread cautiously along this tentative path.

“I know you’re busy, but you promised you would be here.”

The weight of the argument lingered in the air as you sat on the couch, the room heavy with the echoes of the heated exchange that had lasted through the night. The tension between you and Coriolanus had reached a breaking point, leaving the aftermath evident in the room. You found yourself pleading with him, exhausted and disappointed at the fact you were going over it again.

The promise he made on the day he came back had been broken long before this argument. The repetitiveness of these arguments weighed heavily on your shoulders, each broken promise creating a rift that seemed harder to mend. The one vibrant connection you shared during your academy days had unraveled, replaced by a stark reality that left you yearning for the Coryo from before the Hunger Games.

The argument slowly died down, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Coryo, in a moment of reconciliation, made another promise—one he claimed he wouldn’t break. In that fragile moment, exhaustion blurred with a glimmer of hope, and you found yourself, once again, believing in the possibility of change.

Foolishly, you allowed yourself to be swept up in the promise, despite the history of unfulfilled commitments. The room held a fragile peace, but the unspoken tension lingered, creating an undercurrent of uncertainty. As you navigated the aftermath of the argument, the promise hung in the air, a delicate thread that would either mend the frayed edges of your relationship or further deepen the wounds of disappointment.

The familiar frustration bubbled up, and the echo of broken promises rang in your ears. It seemed the pledge to be present was just another fleeting promise. As you read the note, a sinking feeling set in, overshadowing the warmth of the anniversary you had envisioned.

The realization hit hard—perhaps your one mistake was believing in Coryo’s ability to change. The echoes of past letdowns resonated, casting doubt on the sincerity of his promises. The bond you had hoped to celebrate on this anniversary seemed to fray at the edges.

The anticipation had been building all day as you prepared for the first anniversary of the rekindling of your relationship with Coryo. Determined to make it special, you embarked on a shopping adventure to gather the finest ingredients for the celebratory dinner you had planned.

As you roamed the aisles, selecting the items with care and excitement, thoughts of the evening ahead filled you with warmth. The memories of the past year, the struggles you both overcame, and the promise of a shared future fueled your enthusiasm for the night you had envisioned.

The disappointment settled in as you returned home, groceries in hand, to find Coryo absent once again. The carefully planned evening to celebrate slipped through your fingers, replaced by a note explaining his absence due to an important candidate meeting for the upcoming election.

As the evening unfolded in solitude, the flickering candlelight highlighted the void left by Coryo’s absence. The apartment, once a haven of shared moments, now felt like an empty shell. The Capitol streets, once envisioned as a path to navigate together, seemed like a lonely stretch.

Laying on your couch, a familiar place of solace, exhaustion had finally taken its toll, lulling you into a restless sleep. As you drifted into slumber, the anticipation of Coryo’s return lingered in the air, a silent hope that he would fulfill the promise he made after the intense argument.

In the quiet of the night, the creaking of the door announced Coryo’s return. He entered cautiously, the weight of the broken promises etched on his face as he saw you peacefully asleep on the couch. The soft glow of the dimly lit room highlighted the tired lines on his face.

As he stood there, a debate waged within him—whether to gently wake you up and guide you to bed or to let you rest on the couch. He pondered over the fragile state of your relationship, unsure of the right course of action. The roses he held in his hand seemed to carry the weight of unspoken apologies, a peace offering to bridge the gap that had widened between you.

Eventually, Coryo decided to wake you up, his voice a gentle whisper in the stillness of the room. “Hey, wake up,” he said, holding the roses out in an attempt to mend the strained connection between you.

Your eyes fluttered open, the dim room coming into focus as you saw Coryo standing there with the roses. Confusion briefly clouded your waking moments, but as the events of the night flooded back, a surge of frustration and disappointment overcame you.

“Where have you been, Coriolanus?” You screamed at him, frustration and anger punctuating each word as you sat up from your position on the couch.

Coryo was taken aback, not by the intensity of your anger but by the fact you called him ‘Coriolanus’. In all the years you had known each other, not once had you addressed him by his first name. From the day the two of you met, it had always been ‘Coryo’—a name that held the echoes of your shared history and the intimacy of a connection that had weathered the storms of time.

In a mix of exhaustion and raw emotion, you went off on him, unleashing a torrent of words that had bottled up during the hours of waiting. The importance of the date, the broken promises, and the repetitive cycle of disappointment fueled your outburst.

Coryo stammered in response to your outburst, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and mild panic. “I was busy with a meeting; I thought I wrote a note?” he offered, the uncertainty in his voice betraying the realization that he might have overlooked a crucial detail in communicating his whereabouts.

“Oh, I saw the note, but really? On our anniversary, you just had to be busy on our special day.” The words tumbled out of your mouth, a mix of disappointment and frustration lacing each syllable. The weight of the occasion and the significance of your anniversary seemed to amplify the impact of Coryo’s absence and lack of a more personal gesture.

Coryo, faced with your pointed words, could only offer a remorseful expression, realizing the gravity of the situation. The note, which might have been intended as an explanation, now felt insufficient in the face of the emotional void left by his absence on such a meaningful day.

“I understand that you are busy, but don’t you see that it leaves me busy being hurt?” You continued, the vulnerability in your voice cutting through the air. Your breathing patterns became a palpable rhythm, the heaviness of your breaths echoing the weight on your chest.

The room, once a space of shared moments and comfort, seemed to be closing in on you. The familiar surroundings that had provided solace now felt suffocating, the air thick with unresolved tension. The weight of disappointment and hurt seemed to manifest physically, making it harder to breathe.

Everything was spinning as the reality of the moment sank in. The couch, once a haven, now felt like a confined space where the complexities of your relationship played out. The emotional storm unleashed by the missed anniversary swirled around you, leaving you breathless and disoriented.

“Hey,” his voice softened, a gentle murmur cutting through the emotional storm. “Take a second and breathe; smell the rose.” Coryo’s tender words carried a soothing tone, and he pushed the bouquet of roses closer to your nose, an offering of fragrant calmness amid the turmoil.

“Why don’t you understand, Coryo? It’s the time, not the flowers, that I want.” Your voice carried the weight of unmet expectations and the longing for meaningful connection. The bouquet of roses, though a well-intentioned gesture, seemed inadequate in the face of the emotional void left by his absence on your anniversary.

Coriolanus tried to make another promise, his voice tinged with remorse and desperation: “I swear, I’ll make time in my day for you; I’ll change, I promise.”

But you, weary from the cycle of broken promises, couldn’t bring yourself to accept it this time. The weight of disappointment had become too much to bear. “No more promises, Coryo. I can’t keep going through this. It’s not just about time; it’s about trust, and that has been broken too many times.”

A breaking point had been reached, and you couldn’t endure the hurt any longer. In a surge of frustration and anger, you yelled at him to get out of your apartment, the words hanging heavily in the air like a verdict on the fate of your relationship. The once-familiar space now felt charged with the culmination of unresolved emotions, the walls echoing with the impact of your declaration.

He hesitated, unwilling to accept the finality of your words. “Please, just give me one more chance. I’ll prove it to you,” Coryo pleaded, his desperation laid bare.

As he lingered, you raised your voice, the intensity of your anger escalating to the point where it scared him. “I can’t keep living like this! I’ve given you chances, and each time, it’s the same story. I need more than promises; I need actions.”

Coriolanus, realizing the gravity of the situation, began to fumble for words. “I love you, and I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted, his vulnerability evident on his face.

In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, he refused to leave. “We can work through this; we always do,” he insisted, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and desperation.

But faced with your escalating emotions, he felt a growing unease. “I just need some time to think,” you asserted, the strain in your voice clear.

That’s when you dropped a bomb, threatening to reveal the truth about his actions, potentially ruining his chances of becoming president. The weight of the threat hit its mark, and a momentary panic set in. “You can’t do that. It’s not just about us; it’s about my career, about everything I’ve worked for,” Coryo protested, his anxiety palpable.

Coriolanus, realizing the potential consequences, turned to leave. However, as he retreated, a chilling declaration escaped his lips, “This isn’t over. You are mine and always will be.” The ominous words lingered in the air, leaving a sense of foreboding and uncertainty in their wake. The door closed behind him, the once-shared space now a silent witness to the shattered fragments of a relationship that seemed irreparable.

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#coriolanus snow #tom blyth #tbosas #coriolanus x reader #tom blyth x reader #treech #lamina x reader #treech x reader #lamina #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you

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snowfll · 2 months

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Can you write something fluffy for Treech please? Like something where they stargaze and cuddle together please? I love your writing by the way and I hope you are taking care of yourself!

Be Mine; Treech

pairing - Treech x fem!reader summary - For years you rejected affection—you’d rather spend your time chopping down trees and carving sculptures. However, when Treech, your work partner asks you out, you finally allow yourself to fall in love. words - 2.68k warning - none! pure fluff! note - I’m sorry this took so long to get out! but i made it valentines themed since today is Valentine’s Day!! I hope you like it, and i wish you a lovely Valentine’s Day. If you don’t have a valentines, then I’m yours!! Stay safe, ily 🦋

“Treech!” you giggled as you rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed. “How many times do I have to say no for you to leave me alone?”

Valentine’s Day was only two days away, and Treech made it his mission to win your heart. The two of you had been work partners since you both started chopping down trees at the age of seven, and not once had he seen you show any romantic interest in a guy.

Seeing as you were both at the age where it was time for you to settle down, he took it upon himself to ask out the one girl who has always been on his mind—you. He knew you were the only girl for him, and he didn’t care how long it took for you to realize it as well. As long as he had you in the end, he would be happy.

Here he was, after your work day had ended, once more asking you to be his Valentine. Despite his relentless efforts, you remained adamant about being alone for the special day. You weren’t one for romance—sure, you read all about it, but you never saw yourself experiencing it with anyone. Well, maybe you’ve dreamed of it with Treech once or twice, but that isn’t important right now.

He smirked at you as you let out a sigh at his words, “As many as it takes for you to change your mind and say yes.”

Glancing over your shoulder, checking if he was still behind you, you chuckled, realizing he was following you like a lost puppy. “I’ve said no so many times; I'm surprised you haven’t run out of steam by now,” you teased, a smile playing on your lips as he made his way in front of you, beginning to walk backwards.

He chuckled, undeterred, holding a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and a small, handcrafted wooden heart in the other—similar to the ones he has witnessed you carve on many occasions. “I can’t help it,” he called out to you. “You’re the only one who can make my heart beat faster, and I won’t let another year pass by without trying my luck.”

You raised your eyebrows, feigning surprise. You knew Treech took some interest in you, obviously, but you hadn’t realized it meant more than just friendship. “Me? Really?” you questioned. “After all these years we’ve spent side by side, chopping wood?”

Treech nodded, sincerity in his voice. “Exactly. We’ve been through so much together, and I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. I want to be yours and you to be mine—forever and always.”

You were speechless, realizing his intentions were genuine. “You truly are amazing, Treech,” you started. “But I don’t know if I’m ready for this. Can’t we just enjoy our friendship for now?”

“I’ve abstained this long; I can wait as long as it takes,” he admitted. “But don’t be surprised if I keep trying. You’re the one I want, and I’m not giving up that easily.”

As Treech continued to pursue you in the days leading up to Valentine's Day, he showered you with gifts—both physical and verbal. One day, he brought you a wooden bookstand that he designed specifically for you and your books. You adored the stand, putting it to use the second you got home from work.

The next day, he greeted you with a mischievous grin, handing you a small wooden box. Curiosity piqued, and you opened the box to find an array of colorful notes, each adorned with a different pick-up line. Some were cheesy, others downright silly, but each one brought a smile to your face.

“I’m axing you to be mine!” read one note, making you laugh.

As the days passed, Treech’s relentless pursuit continued, and you couldn’t help but appreciate his playful efforts. Each surprise, whether a thoughtful gift or a playful note, helped you realize maybe love wasn’t that horrible.

If you were going to be completely honest, you had been rejecting Treech out of fear, a fear rooted in a lack of experience with love. The affection he showed you over the year wasn’t lost on you; in fact, you slowly grew to love it.

However, rather than confronting these emotions, you chose to shove them away, channeling all your time and energy into your work. It took time, but with his recent attempts and the knowledge he liked you as well, you finally were able to break through the barrier of fear that had kept you from embracing the possibility of a deeper connection.

On the afternoon of Valentine’s Day, with the Capitol granting a rare day off for everyone, you found solace in the quiet comfort of your room. Surrounded by wooden shavings and the scent of freshly carved creations, you were lost in the meditative process of crafting wooden flowers. The soft midday light streamed through your curtains, casting a warm glow on the wooden canvas that surrounded you. Carvings of flowers, each delicate petal meticulously shaped, adorned your workspace.

As you immersed yourself in the intricate details of your creations, the sweet aroma of freshly carved wood enveloped the room, creating a sensory haven that transported you into a world of craftsmanship. The subtle fragrance intermingled with the scent of a few real flowers you had gathered, creating a harmonious blend of nature’s essence and your artistic endeavor.

The Capitol’s rare gift of a day off allowed you the luxury of time and creativity—a break from the usual demands of tree chopping. The delicate strokes of your carving tools and the gentle whispers of your thoughts formed a quiet symphony, providing a moment of solace in the midst of life’s hustle.

Amidst the wooden petals taking shape, you couldn’t help but lose track of time, finding peace and fulfillment in the craft that allowed your creativity to blossom. The ambiance, filled with the love and dedication you poured into each carved flower, created an atmosphere that mirrored the spirit of Valentine’s Day itself.

Unexpectedly, Treech knocked on your door, the sound echoing through the room and breaking the peaceful silence that had enveloped your creative sanctuary. The grin on his face was impossible to miss as he pushed open the door without waiting for an invitation, revealing his eagerness to share this day with you.

With a raised eyebrow, you looked up from your carvings, a mix of surprise and amusement playing on your face as Treech stood there. The room now held a dynamic tension between the tranquility you had cultivated and Treech’s lively intrusion, setting the stage for the unpredictable events that would unfold on this Valentine’s Day.

Treech’s eyes lit up as he observed your handiwork. “These are amazing! You’ve got quite the talent.”

You blushed at the unexpected praise, appreciating his genuine admiration. Before you could respond, Treech’s enthusiasm took hold. Grabbing your hand with a playful grin, insisting that day off was meant for more than solitary craftsmanship. Despite your protests, he dragged you out of the house, determined to infuse some Valentine’s Day spirit into your routine.

You pulled your hand gently away from Treech’s grasp, stopping him in the middle of the woods, a determined expression on your face. “Treech, I already told you, I would rather be alone today.” The mix of surprise and disappointment flashed in his eyes, but your insistence on solitude remained unwavering.

Treech’s hopeful expression dimmed, but he flashed a pleading look. “Just one hour, please, and then you can spend the rest of your day alone.” His words carried a touch of earnestness, as if he believed that this brief period could somehow change your perspective on love.

A conflicted sigh escaped your lips, feeling torn between the solitude you desired and Treech’s genuine wish to share this day with you. Reluctantly, your internal conflict gave way to a nod, and you agreed to his terms. You grabbed Treech’s hand, signaling your willingness to continue on the adventure he had planned.

However, curiosity tugged at you, and you couldn’t help but ask, “Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

A mischievous grin played on his face as he shook his head. “Nope, it’s a surprise. Trust me, you’ll love it!”

As you and Treech settled near the tranquil lake, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the rippling water. The initial plan to spend just an hour by the lake had long been forgotten, and the allure of the serene setting compelled both of you to stay. The air was filled with the soothing sounds of nature, a symphony of crickets, and the gentle lapping of water against the shore.

The scene in front of you was nothing short of breathtaking. The lake mirrored the vibrant hues of the setting sun, transforming its surface into a canvas of warm colors. The surrounding trees whispered secrets as the evening breeze rustled through their leaves. With the symphony of nature playing in the background, you found yourself entranced, staring out into the lake.

Treech, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about the lake. Unbeknownst to you, his gaze was solely fixed on you, captivated by the quiet grace with which you absorbed the surroundings.

In a moment of shared silence, you uttered, “The view is so pretty.” The words escaped your lips almost unconsciously, a simple observation of the serene surroundings.

Amidst the symphony of nature, Treech’s voice, warm and sincere, responded, “My view is pretty as well.” His words, laced with a subtle playfulness, stirred something within you.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you turned your head to find him watching you. Caught off guard, your cheeks flushed with a soft hue of pink. “You’re watching me?” you asked, a hint of surprise in your voice.

With a gentle smile, Treech met your gaze; his smile deepened with a playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah, and you’re pretty too.” He confirmed the thoughts in your head as you wondered if he meant what he said.

Your blush deepened at the unexpected compliment. “Well, you’re pretty as well,” you stammered, a playful twinkle in your eye.

The realization hit you like a sudden gust of wind on a calm day—you reciprocated Treech’s feelings, a rare occurrence in your life. The word ‘pretty’ lingered in your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of the sentiment. Could you even call him pretty?

The urge to escape the moment tugged at you, threatening to pull you away from this unfamiliar territory. It was too much, too sudden. However, your gaze met Treech’s, and everything changed.

In that shared gaze, there was warmth, understanding, and a touch of amusement. His chuckle, a gentle and reassuring sound, reached your ears, dissipating the tension that had built within you. It was as if he knew the inner turmoil you were experiencing and sought to ease your worries with a simple laugh.

Time seemed to lose its urgency, the day’s worries melting away as you both basked in the calming ambiance. The hues of the evening sky deepened into shades of indigo, and without uttering a word, a silent agreement lingered in the air—an agreement to let the night unfold without constraints.

With your head nestled in the cradle of Treech’s lap, you both lay on the soft grass, gazing up at the celestial tapestry above. The night sky sparkled with stars, creating a magical backdrop for the moment. Breaking the peace, your voice echoed through the quiet night, “You know, I hate to admit it, but I’m glad you pestered me to go out today.”

The words hung in the air, a confession wrapped in a light chuckle. The admission, though reluctant, carried a sense of honesty and warmth. Treech, with a content smile, tightened his embrace slightly. His gaze, filled with a mixture of joy and understanding, met yours. There was a silent acknowledgment of the significance of the day—a day that had unfolded into a beautiful revelation of feelings and shared connection.

After a moment of silence, he whispered your name, immediately grabbing your attention. “I know you don’t want to move fast, but you truly are the only one for me.”

His words were sincere and filled with a vulnerability that echoed through the stillness of the night as he took the leap, confessing, “I love you.”

As his words hung in the air, a gentle shock reverberated through every bone in your body. The quiet admission of love carried a weight that seemed to echo in the stillness of the night. It was a moment that defied the boundaries of time and space—a realization that this connection was something that you couldn’t easily dismiss.

The admission stirred something within you, and with a growing sense of happiness, you couldn’t deny the truth any longer. You had fallen in love with him. The lake, the stars, and the trees became witnesses to your heart’s quiet surrender to a love that had quietly blossomed over the years.

In the midst of the peaceful night, Treech, guided by his newfound vulnerability, took a bold step. “Be my girlfriend, not just my Valentine,” he said, his voice carrying a mixture of hope and joy.

With a smile that mirrored the stars above, you agreed, saying yes. Treech’s response was filled with disbelief and pure happiness. “I can’t believe I get to call you mine after all these years,” he exclaimed, his words laced with gratitude and an acknowledgment of the journey that had brought you both to this beautiful moment.

As you leaned back into him, a smile fell permanently on your face. The world around you seemed to slow down, with the rustling of the leaves and the distant murmurs of the night forming a comforting symphony. Everything happened so fast, but you couldn’t complain. After years of being scared of guys, you finally found yourself caught in a romance that felt like a dream. All you did was blink, and suddenly you had a Valentine.

The realization brought a warmth that radiated from your heart to every corner of your being. The fear that had once gripped you had transformed into a gentle surrender to the unexpected beauty of love. Treech’s presence, the soft embrace, and the quiet admission of feelings had woven a tapestry of emotion that now adorned the canvas of your life.

Nestling into the warmth of Treech’s embrace, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the twists and turns that had led you to this enchanted night. With him as your Valentine, the once daunting prospect of romance now feels like a delightful adventure waiting to unfold.

What you had only believed to happen in romance fiction was now unfolding in your own life. The pages of a love story that once seemed like a distant dream had turned into vivid chapters, written in the moments of shared laughter, whispered confessions, and the gentle grasp of the night.

In the blink of an eye, your world had transformed, and you found yourself embracing the unknown with a heart full of joy and the certainty that love had finally found its way to you. With a smile that held the promise of countless adventures ahead, you closed your eyes, savoring the moment and etching it into the chronicles of your heart.

#treech tbosas

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Then could I req a Lamina x capitol mentor reader fic where Reader is mentoring Lamina and after she wins she meets up with Reader again before she leaves. Lamina breaks down in readers arms from the guilt and etc with reader just comforting her (need some good hurt/comfort in my life rn) Thank you so much and take care! Feel free to take your time! - N

Promise?; Lamina

pairing - Lamina x Mentor!reader summary - Winning the 10th annual hunger games was not an easy task for Lamina, but you were there by her side through it all. Now, she had to go home—what is she going to do without you? words - 2.63 k warning- fluff! none! note - omg I'm actually in love with this, thank you so much for requesting it! It took longer to write than I expected, so I made it a little longer to make up for the wait! I hope you like, and please request more for Lamina—I'm so in love with her.

The news of becoming a mentor for the tenth annual Hunger Games struck you with a mix of frustration and resentment. The idea of relying on someone from the districts to secure your future in the Capitol was a bitter pill to swallow. The prize money, your lifeline for advancement, now hinges on the performance of a tribute.

Navigating the elite world of the Capitol Academy as a student from a less privileged background presented its own set of challenges. How you were accepted into the academy in the first place was a mystery in itself. Nonetheless, you were grateful for the opportunity you were given.

Your peers labeled you as ‘the quiet girl’ originating from your passion to read, in stark contrast to those who reveled in the social scene. The lack of wealth and connections meant you were an outsider, perceived as a freak in the prestigious academy.

Your peer’s disinterest in associating with you was mutual, creating an unspoken understanding of separation. While they indulged in weekend partying, you found comfort in the pages of books.

Despite the social divide, your academic expertise demanded recognition. Being one of the top students forced your peers to acknowledge your presence, meaning they had to tolerate you, and you had to tolerate them.

As the reaping day unfolded, the air hung heavy with anticipation. The news of a difference in this year's Plinth Prize reached you beforehand, a piece of information that carried weight beyond the customary tributes’ selection.

Sejanus Plinth, the one person who genuinely liked you, became a crucial ally in navigating the intricacies of the Capitol. Bonding over shared backgrounds that Capitol elites despised, your connection with Sejanus transcended the superficial norms of the academy. In a world where trust was a rare find, the two of you became close, sharing your hopes and fears.

Sejanus’s decision to disclose the altered details spoke volumes about the depth of your friendship. He recognized your deserving nature and understood the potential setback this change could inflict on your aspirations. Leaving you in the dust was not an option for him.

Before Dean Highbottom assigned the tributes to everyone, you told yourself you wouldn’t help whoever you got—they were district after all, and they certainly weren’t worthy of your assistance. The most you would do was introduce yourself and help whenever there were cameras on you. It’s what your fellow peers said they were going to do, so it must have been the correct way to go about being a mentor.

However, the moment you saw Lamina on the screen, your entire world flipped. Her tear-streaked face and heavy breathing elicited an unexpected wave of pity. In that moment, the stark contrast between her vulnerability and the impending games overwhelmed you.

The realization struck—Lamina, in your eyes, didn’t deserve the grim fate that awaited her. It became evident that, compared to her district partner, Lamina seemed unprepared and unfit for the brutal challenges that lay ahead.

Lamina looked to be around the age of sixteen or seventeen, only a year or two younger than you. You didn’t want to help her—you told yourself you wouldn’t. As you sat contemplating in the aftermath of the reaping, thoughts swirled about how you could protect Lamina in the arena. Perhaps, against all your odds, your guidance could be the key to helping Lamina navigate the perilous games and emerge alive.

In the hushed days following the reaping, a quiet anticipation enveloped you. The impending arrival of the tributes heightened the tension. During the limited time since Lamina became your responsibility, you delved into research and strategized different ways to keep her alive.

You weren’t excited about the games, not one bit, but you wanted to do anything in your power to help her. Unbeknownst to yourself, genuine care for her well-being had taken root, eclipsing the initial distant image you projected.

As soon as you heard the news of the tributes being held at the Capitol Zoo, you rushed out of class. Coriolanus had already met his tribute, having leapt into the van upon their arrival. It was only fair that you were able to visit your tribute as well.

Walking out of the classroom without a care in the world, you made your way to the home of the tributes. Dean Highbottom’s stern voice echoed after you, demanding your return to the classroom. Ignoring his calls, you pressed on towards the zoo with the determination to meet Lamina.

Arriving at the Capitol Zoo, you found Lamina sitting amidst the rocky surroundings, her spirit somehow untouched by the harshness that surrounded her. Despite the misery etched on her face, there was a quiet grace and a fragile beauty that persisted through the pain and suffering.

As you approached the caged area, Lamina looked up, her curious eyes meeting yours. Her tear-streaked face seemed to soften in response to your arrival; a subtle smile graced her lips—you couldn’t help but smile seeing the girl in a happier mood. The quiet grace she emanated amidst the harsh environment hinted at a resilience that intrigued you. How could one look so elegant while being held in a zoo enclosure?

“Lamina?” you began cautiously. She stood up, approaching you with a lingering smile. Her district partner accompanied her, pulling her back while sharing hushed words in her ear. He cast a protective glance your way as Lamina whispered back, loud enough for you to hear. “It’s okay, Treech. She seems friendly.”

You offered a small, reassuring smile to both of them, attempting to convey trustworthiness. Lamina, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty, broke the brief silence, asking, “Are you my mentor?”

You nodded, affirming her question. “Yes, I’m going to help you in any way I can," you assured, hoping to instill a sense of comfort in the midst of the uncertainty that lay ahead.

“Promise?” Lamina asked, her gaze filled with hope as she searched for reassurance.

You met her eyes with sincerity; the weight of the promise was reflected in your response. “I promise, Lamina. I will get you out of this.”

Throughout her time in the Capitol, you found yourself making frequent visits to Lamina. There was no specific reason or agenda—your visits were driven solely by the desire to be in her presence. Though many mentors faked their appearance with their tributes, your intentions were clear; you wanted to offer comfort and support during the challenging moments she faced.

As the day in the arena unfolded, you discovered the depth of your feelings for Lamina. Watching as Treech, her district partner, left her on her own so he could join Coral’s pack, a surge of emotions welled up within you.

As Lamina looked heartbroken in the aftermath of Treech’s departure, a strong desire to cheer her up consumed you. The genuine care you felt for her welled up, surpassing the boundaries of a mentorship.

Unable to stand idly by, you pulled Lamina into your body, embracing her in a reassuring hug. “You’ll be okay, Lamina,” you whispered in her ear. “You don’t need him. You are strong on your own, and I’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe in the arena.”

Lamina, though initially surprised, gradually eased into the embrace. “Thank you,” she said, her voice carrying a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

A few minutes later, a deafening explosion echoed through the arena, accompanied by screams that sent shivers down your spine. In an instant, instinct kicked in, and your first thought was to shield Lamina from the impending danger.

Without a second thought, you covered her with your own body; any concern for your own safety was overcome with a protective instinct. The echoes of chaos surrounded you as the bomb wreaked havoc, but in the moment, your sole focus was on keeping Lamina safe.

Amidst the falling debris, Lamina’s voice quivered. “What’s happening?”

“Keep your head low,” you urged, your own voice steady despite the turmoil. “We’ll be okay. Just stay close, Lamina.”

As you brought Lamina closer to the entrance, she clung onto you, fear and reluctance present in her eyes. She didn’t want to leave your side, finding a sense of security in your presence amidst the chaos. However, as you moved, two peacekeepers approached, their authoritative presence demanding compliance.

Lamina tightened her grip, and you tried to reassure her, “It’ll be okay, Lamina. I’ll meet you straight away; just let them get you to safety.” Despite your attempt to ease her worries, the peacekeepers intervened, firmly grabbing her. Lamina, reluctant to be separated, cast a desperate look back at you, silently pleading for you to stay with her.

After the tumultuous events in the arena, you found solace in spending every moment of the day with Lamina. Your connection had deepened, transcending the confines of mentorship. In the aftermath of the chaos, your presence became a source of comfort for her, and you, too, found a sense of purpose in being by her side.

Whether it was strategizing for the challenge ahead, offering words of encouragement, or simply sharing quiet moments, the atmosphere shift was clear as day, the tension of the arena replaced by moments of connection. As you exchanged playful banter, the laughter flowed effortlessly.

“You know, I think you might be the best thing that happened to me.” As you teased Lamina, a playful glint in your eyes, you continued, “In a place like this, finding something good is like stumbling upon a rare gem. And I have to say, you’re my gem, Lamina.”

She chuckled softly, a blush tinting her cheeks. “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.”

You smiled, the sincerity in your gaze matching the warmth in your words. “We might be the first pair to turn the Capitol’s Hunger Games into a love story.”

“Well, isn’t that a plot twist?” She responded, her eyes meeting yours with a smirk on her face.

As the banter continued, a subtle shift occurred. The teasing smiles transformed into something deeper—an unspoken connection sparking between you. Lamina, with a hint of vulnerability, admitted, “When my name was reaped, I never expected to find something like this.”

You leaned in, the distance between you shrinking as you whispered, “Sometimes, unexpected things are the best things.” The words lingered in the air, your eyes glancing down at her lips before making their way back to meet her eyes.

In the charged atmosphere, Lamina closed the gap, her lips meeting yours through the bars of the enclosure. The kiss went on longer than expected, and you smiled into it, realizing neither one of you was willing to let go first.

When you finally pulled apart, the smiles remained, and your forehead naturally rested against Lamina’s. The unspoken emotions hung in the air, a promise of companionship and shared determination.

“Now, there’s no chance I’m letting you die in that arena,” you declared, the gravity of the statement stained with a newfound depth of connection between you and Lamina.

In the face of the challenges and dangers within the arena, you remained true to your promise. You didn't let Lamina face the grim fate that awaited her. Through strategic planning, shared determination, and unwavering support, you guided her to victory.

As the final moments unfolded and Lamina emerged as the victor, a sense of relief and accomplishment swept over both of you. For you, it wasn’t the Plinth Prize that made you so cheery—in fact, you forgot about the award. You simply needed her alive; her survival was enough for you.

As Lamina prepared to return home, there was an assortment of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a subtle touch of unworthiness. As you sat together, there was a shared understanding that transcended words. The bond formed within the games had become a defining chapter in both of your lives.

You held each other’s gaze, silent acknowledgment passing between you. In that quiet moment, you watched as Lamina struggled with her feelings. Her face wore a sad expression, and you couldn’t help but share in her sorrow. Despite the triumph of winning and surviving the Hunger Games, there was a weight on Lamina’s shoulders that overshadowed the expected joy.

“Hey,” you spoke gently, breaking the silence between you and Lamina. “What’s wrong, honey?” The concern in your voice mirrored the empathy in your eyes as you observed the gloom etched on her face.

Lamina hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting yours, before she finally sighed. “I should be happy, right? I won. I survived, but..." Her voice trailed off, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on hers. “Surviving the games doesn’t mean you have to be happy all the time. It’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” The sincerity in your question enticed her to share the burden of emotions that seemed to weigh on her.

She hesitated before opening up even more. “I don’t deserve this—to have won, to live while the others are gone.” She paused, taking a breath, allowing her to continue her rant. “Treech, he did what he needed to do to survive—leaving me was good on his part, and he still didn’t make it. Why was I the one to make it out alive? It doesn’t make any sense.”

You squeezed her hand gently, offering a reassuring smile. “Winning is a tremendous accomplishment, but it doesn’t erase the challenges or the pain. It’s okay to feel a range of emotions, Lamina.”

Lamina went on to go into detail about the events that occurred in the arena—especially the ones you didn’t witness. How she had to kill multiple tributes to ensure her safety. How after the first few kills, she felt like she couldn’t stop.

“I’m so scared of losing all control, like I did in the arena." She told you through sobs, the fear of losing control, of becoming someone unrecognizable, was etched in her eyes.

You listened empathetically, recognizing the weight of the survivor’s guilt that burdened her. The aftermath of the Hunger Games had left her grappling with the harsh reality of loss and the difficult choices made for survival.

“What happened doesn’t define you," you assured her. “You were thrust into an unimaginable situation, forced to make choices for survival. It’s natural to feel scared, but remember, you’re not alone. I may not be with you in the districts, but I will always be there for you in spirit.”

As your words sank in, Lamina’s tears flowed even more freely. Through her tears, she choked out, “What am I gonna do without you near me?”

You reached out to gently wipe her tears away, your own eyes reflecting the pain of the impending separation. “Lamina, you are stronger than you think. You’ve already faced the worst. I will visit as much as the Capitol allows me; this isn’t goodbye,” you reassured her, your voice carrying a mixture of determination and comfort.

“Promise?”

“I promise. You can’t get rid of me that easily, honey.”

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Will u be down to writing about coral?

im down 100% i think coral is such a cool character!! I’d love to write about her if anyone has any requests :)

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Make a Move; Treech

pairing - Treech x fem!reader summary - Growing up, you were always attracted to Treech, but you never did anything about it. The doubts and friendship always seemed to get in the way. words - 1.81 k warning - fluff! note - OMG, it’s been so long since I’ve uploaded on here and im so sorry. I experienced a lil bit of writers block, but I have a couple of idea so hopefully I will write more! I also surprisingly love this one-shot, so lemme know if you like it as well!! request more things, you guys come up with better ideas than I do. oh and lamina request coming soon!

You believed you had made it pretty obvious. From the moment you met him in the woods, he was the only one you paid attention to. Others were freaked out by the fact he never left your eyesight—but you didn’t care.

Every time he would speak to you or even look in your direction, you would immediately freeze up. His simple observations of the things you would do made you go crazy.

The adults called it a little crush, but you knew it was more than that—you wanted it to be more than that. Unfortunately, you believed he could only ever view you as the clingy girl he met at a young age. He never did anything to show you there was a mutual liking.

In your childhood, you wouldn’t consider yourselves close. You were in the same friend group, yes, but he liked to play around with the boys while you climbed the trees and sat admiring him from the branches and gossiping with your best friend, Lamina. Whenever you were together, it was often silent—mainly because you were extremely nervous around him.

Sure, you’ve found other boys cute over the years—many who seemed to like you—but they could never compare to Treech. They weren’t caring or natural gentlemen. They didn’t make sure you were comfortable at all times. Treech did. You knew he was the one for you; no one could tell you otherwise.

As you both matured, the crush matured as well. The childish pining after him turned into hanging out and enjoying the time spent with him. On some days, you felt as if your feelings were reciprocated—the flirting and kind gestures. However, on other days, not so much—calling you his best friend and acting like that is all you ever would be. Still, you waited for him to make a move, refusing to do it yourself.

On this particular day, Treech decided to take you out on what you wished to be a date. As Treech knocked on your door, excitement and anticipation bubbled within you. He pulled you out of the house, and together, you ventured deeper into the familiar forest. The air was charged with a mix of playful energy and underlying emotions, creating a sense of unspoken tension.

Engaging in your usual antics, you both ran around, played games, and chased each other through the woods. As you both ran through the trees to your favorite spot, a playful banter ensued.

“Remember that time we got lost here as kids?” Treech chuckled, referring to the lake deep in the forest.

“Yeah, and you thought it was the best adventure ever,” you replied, the memories of your childhood escapades making the present moment even more special.

The day continued with laughter and shared stories. At times, Treech’s actions seemed to carry a different weight—a subtle shift that didn’t go unnoticed.

As you both lay on a blanket, a comfortable silence settled over the scene. The lake stretched out before you, its calm waters reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Yet, amidst the tranquility, your gaze kept drifting toward Treech.

He stared thoughtfully at the lake, his eyes reflecting a distant contemplation. The playfulness that had marked the earlier part of the day seemed to have faded into a more introspective mood. You couldn’t help but watch him, wondering what thoughts occupied his mind.

His profile was outlined against the serene backdrop, which held a certain mystery. You found yourself caught in the details—the way his eyes focused on the ripples of the water, the subtle furrow on his brow, the way his fingers absentmindedly traced the pattern on the blanket. There was an undeniable charm in those quiet moments.

But alongside the enchantment, a nagging doubt crept in. Why, despite the laughter and the special moments you shared, did Treech act like your connection was nothing more than a friendship? You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unsaid—a puzzle piece missing from the picture you painted together.

As he continued to gaze at the lake, you couldn’t resist sneaking glances at his face, searching for clues. Was it something you did or said? Was there a reason he hesitated to show his feelings? What do you have to do for him to give the two of you a try? The unspoken question lingered in the air, and a sense of longing grew within you, wishing for clarity that seemed just out of reach.

The sun soon began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the lake. The water rippled gently, reflecting the changing hues of the sky. It had been quiet for a while; the forest around you seemed to hush its usual sounds, as if respecting the sacredness of the moment.

Breaking the tranquil silence, Treech turned to you, his eyes reflecting a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. “You know, being here with you today has made me realize something.”

Your heart quickened, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. “What is it?” you asked, your voice soft.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locked with yours. “I’ve known you for so long, and I’ve finally come to terms that my feelings for you go beyond friendship. I really like you, more than just a friend.”

A wave of emotions swept over you—surprise, joy, and a sense of relief. The tension that had lingered throughout the day suddenly made sense. You tried to play it cool, but inside you were panicking. This was the moment you had waited for all your life.

Treech continued, “I didn’t want to risk our friendship, but I couldn’t hold this back any longer. You mean a lot to me, and I needed you to know.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Treech, I’ve been feeling the same way since we were children.” The words hung in the air, affirming a connection that had silently blossomed over the years. He looked at you with shock written all over his face—as if he hadn’t expected you to return the feelings.

“Do you know how many nights I spent debating whether I should knock on your door? To let you know, I wanted more. To call you mine?” You asked, letting out all your thoughts and feelings that had accumulated over the years.

The shocked look on his face stayed the same as he opened his mouth to speak. “What? I had absolutely no idea you liked me.”

A playful glint sparkled in your eyes as you responded to Treech’s shock. “Honestly, I thought I made it pretty obvious. I mean, everyone knew. I practically walked around with a sign saying, ‘I like trees.' Did you not notice?”

His expression shifted from shock to a mix of surprise and realization. “No! Everyone knows?”

You chuckled, “Yes! Come on! I was always freezing up whenever you spoke to me, or did you think that was just my thing? And the constant admiration from the tree branches? I practically lived up there just to have a better view of you.”

His surprise morphed into a sheepish grin upon hearing everything you did for his attention. “I guess I was a bit oblivious. I thought you were just being your usual self.”

You playfully nudged him. “My ‘usual self’ was practically shouting my feelings for you. I even climbed trees just to impress you.”

He laughed, the tension disappearing with each shared moment of understanding. “Well, I guess I was too caught up in wanting to look cool in front of you to notice.”

You grinned, appreciating his honesty. “I always thought you were cool.”

Treech’s expression softened, and he nudged you playfully. “Guess I missed out on a lot by not realizing it sooner.”

“I’m glad you made the first move. God knows I wasn’t ever going to tell you.” You confessed, the honesty flowing effortlessly now that the truth was out. As the two of you moved closer to each other, the nervousness that had once lingered vanished in the newfound comfort of honesty.

“Why is that? Why did you hide it for so long?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, curiosity in his eyes.

A thoughtful smile played on your lips. “It might seem kind of lame, but I thought it was better to keep it a secret rather than knowing if you felt the same or not.”

Treech’s gaze held a warmth that mirrored the moonlit night. “You know, I was scared too. Scared that if I admitted my feelings, things would change between us.”

You nodded, understanding his perspective completely. The admission echoed your own fears—you would’ve continued to hide your feelings if it were to preserve the friendship. “It’s funny how we both held back because we cared too much. But now that everything’s out in the open, it feels right, doesn’t it?”

He chuckled with a reassuring tone in his voice. “More than right.” He reached for your hand, a silent affirmation of the newfound closeness. “I’m excited to see where this takes us,” he admitted, his gaze filled with anticipation.

You squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of a shared journey ahead. “Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

The moon continued to illuminate the lake, its reflection rippling with the promise of a future filled with love and honesty. The night, now a canvas painted with shared confessions, marked the beginning of the rest of your life.

As you both gazed up at the stars, a new, comfortable silence settled between you. No longer burdened by unspoken feelings, the air was light, and every shared glance spoke volumes.

A warmth enveloped you both as you leaned against him, the world around you fading away. In the quietude, your hearts beat in unison, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence.

You both felt the magic of the moment—the beginning of a love story that was hidden in the innocence of childhood. This was a night to remember, a night where everything fell into place.

The two of you were destined to be—just as you knew when you were children. Everything you did as a child was worth it—the pinning after him, getting closer to him despite the intense nerves you got. The childhood crush, the silent admiration, the nervous moments that turned into laughter, and the patient waiting for him to make a move—all of it led to this beautiful moment. It was all worth it in the end; you had him.

“It’s always gonna be you.”

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OMG! I love your Treech fic on wattpad! I was wondering if you write for Lamina as well? But I love your fics and your writing style sm! Can I be N anon?

haiii anon !! I’m sorry for such a late response, school has been a pain recently, but tysm!! Your support means everything to me <3 I’d be open to writing for Lamina!! However, I won’t write anything on Treech x Lamina, as I always viewed them having a sibling like relationship! Go ahead and request anything for Lamina! Stay safe, ily 🦋

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took a break on here to focus on my wattpad fic, but i missed writing on here! send in requests so i can get back to writing!

also why not add a lil edit for my treech fic on wattpad :)

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snowfll · 4 months

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Not too sure if I've sent this to you already but that scene where Treech slid up to LG and said 'stay right there' USHDBFKDKD can I pls get a Treech x mentor!reader, enemies to lovers kinda plot with that scene cuz ahhh 😩 if I've sent this to u already pls ignore this haha, loved loved loved all ur Treech fics btw 😭

Thin Line; Treech

pairing - Treech x Mentor!reader summary - When it came to you and Treech, there was a thin line between love and hate, too bad you never got to see what it really was. words - 1.69 k warning - angst kind of? note - I'm sorry this took me so long to get out, but finals are finally over! I hope you like it, I didn't really know what you fully wanted so I added a couple of things!

Having been one of the top twenty-four seniors in the academy, you had the luxury—if thats even what you could call it—of mentoring the district 7 male.

Treech, or, as you liked to call him, lumberjack boy, didn’t exactly see eye to eye with you. Since the moment he met you, he has despised you—you were Capitol, after all.

“Welcome to the Capitol." You smiled at him as he got off the train he arrived on. You thought it would be a good idea to tag along with Coriolanus as he went to greet his tribute.

Treech looked at you with pure hatred; he could tell you were Capitol from your appearance alone. "Who are you?" His voice filled with disgust as he eyed your bright red academy uniform.

“I’m your mentor. I’m here to help you through the games.” You tried your best to get on his good side, smiling at him as you spoke softly. However, it didn’t seem to work; he just kept a blank stare.

“I don’t need help, especially not yours.” With that, he proceeded to be dragged away from one of the peacekeepers watching over you.

His district partner, Lamina, sent you an empathetic look. She had watched the whole interaction and couldn’t help but feel sorry for you. You were just trying to be nice. You sent her a soft smile back before she got whisked away as well.

Even as you were pushed to the floor of the moving van, he didn’t care. He stood there, staring at you as the female tribute from District 4 threatened your life. You were scared; tears were on the verge of spilling from your eyes. Maybe it was a bad idea to follow Coriolanus into the van filled with tributes.

“Treech, go help her.” You heard Lamina whisper as she nudged him closer to where you landed. Treech had a soft spot for Lamina; he hated how she was brought into the games—especially with how kindhearted she was.

It was only when Lamina nudged him once more and he realized he needed you alive that he picked you up off the ground and stepped in front of you in a protective manner.

From that moment on, every tribute backed away, and he made it very clear that they were not to mess with you. They kept their distance from the two of you, especially when you were to visit him in the zoo.

On one night before the games, you had a hard time sleeping. Too many things were taking up your mind—most of them involving Treech—so you made your way to his enclosure.

“Lumberjack boy, get over here." You called out for him. You knew the nickname irritated him, and oh, how you love to irritate the poor boy.

“You know I hate that nickname, sweetheart.” He started to call you that once word got around to the tributes about your reputation in the Capitol.

“Stop calling me sweetheart, and maybe I’ll think about it." You smirked at him, knowing you weren’t going to stop. You found pleasure in pissing him off.

He rolled his eyes at you before sitting down in front of you, the bars still separating the two of you. “So, sweetheart, what are you here for? Ain’t it past your bedtime?”

“I couldn’t sleep thinking about you and the games. Treech, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but we are in this together. I’m going to get you out of that arena alive.” He could hear the sincerity in your voice, and his once stern expression softened.

He remained silent for a while, his gaze focused on the night sky. It's hard to see stars in the Capitol; the light pollution from the bright city makes them faint and hard to see. Eventually, he spoke, his tone now matching the soft expression on his face. “I don’t trust you Capitol folks, but Lamina thinks you're different. Prove her right.”

He stood up, making his way back to Lamina. Your eyes followed his movement until he sat down on the rock next to the sleeping girl.

When it came to the rebel bombing in the arena, you expected Treech to run. He made it apparent how miserable he was here—you couldn’t blame him. Yet, as soon as the impact of the first bomb sent you falling to the ground, he was right by your side.

“Treech, run while you can.” You yelled over all the chaos as he tried to cover you from the falling rubble.

He shook his head, refusing to leave your side. The ruins from the arena now fell at a much faster rate. “I’m not leaving. Not without you.”

The last thing you remembered from that day was Treech screaming your name as he was dragged out of the arena. “What are you doing? Let me go—help her.”

The pain in his voice as he saw you lying there unconscious was unmistakable, and he fought against the Capitol forces trying to separate you from him. As Treech was pulled away, his eyes never left your motionless form.

If you asked him, he would never admit it, but in that moment, he knew you were more than just his mentor in the games.

He hated it—he hated whatever he felt for you. Contact between the Capitol and Districts was severely frowned upon, much less a relationship between the two. The two of you were labeled as a Capitol sweetheart and her tribute. That was all you were supposed to be.

His hatred for his feelings was the reason he acted so irritated around you. He couldn’t stand the fact that every time you were near him, his heartbeat would speed up. You were intoxicating to be around, and he knew you wouldn’t be around forever.

In the games, you were scared, but you grew to love his company, even if you were separated by the bars of his enclosure. You couldn’t stand to watch as he fought for his life in that arena—but it was your vocation as a mentor. Throughout the games, you made sure he was protected. He had Coral, Mizzen, and Tanner by his side, but could you really trust them to keep him safe? After all, Coral almost killed you once; who says she won’t do it to Treech?

As you watched the pack—the name given to Treech and his allies—your eyes were specifically on Treech. The four of them had finally found Lucy Gray and surrounded her. Treech knew better than to attack her—you briefly mentioned a deal with Coriolanus about your tributes not attacking each other. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t aid Coral’s attempt. Once she saw the group, she tried to make a run for it.

“Stay right there.” You watched as Treech called out to Lucy Gray. He slid up to her as he pointed his axe in her direction, still keeping his distance. As they grew even closer, she utilized her best weapon—her words.

Lucy Gray, quick-witted and sharp-tongued, seized the opportunity to exploit the tension within the pack. As Treech stood there, refusing to go after Lucy Gray like you asked of him, his eyes locked with hers.

“Well, well, look who’s following his Capitol Sweetheart’s every command,” Lucy Gray jeered, her voice cutting through the tension. "She's your puppet master lumberjack boy?”

Treech clenched his fists, his jaw tightening at the insult thrown at you. He couldn’t care less about what she said about him, but he drew the line when it came to you. Somehow, Lucy Gray aimed her verbal insults directly at his sore spots.

“Did she promise to keep you in the Capitol? Give you a life of luxury." Lucy Gray’s words were designed to provoke. Treech wished it didn’t get to him, but it did.

Still, he restrained himself from physically attacking her. “Don’t talk about her like that; she’s different—she cares.” He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than Lucy Gray.

“She’s Capitol; how much different can she get? If you die, she’s going to forget all about you; even if you win, it’s not going to happen.”

Treech shook his head at her words. The sad part about all of this is that he knew it was true. You were never going to be able to be together. The two of you couldn’t even tell if you liked each other in that way.

From the second you met, there was hatred on both ends. But as you got to know each other over the few days you had together, it turned into something else—love, perhaps?

There is a thin line between love and hate. You were both from different sides of society. How could you be sure it was love? The same line blurred in the complex dance of emotions that intertwined your relationship with Treech.

Once the games grew closer to the end, you had hope for Treech. He could make it out alive—you could tell him how you feel. There were only a handful of tributes left. He was once again assisting Coral and Mizzen in getting Lucy Gray.

Even so, as the arena fell silent, you watched as Treech fell to his knees, ripping off his jacket at the same time. You sat in your seat, confused. What had happened? He was fine the second prior.

The air hung heavy with a mix of sorrow and disbelief. For you, the mentor who had grown connected with her tribute, Treech’s death was devastating. The connection that had evolved from animosity to an unspoken understanding came to an abrupt and tragic end.

As the games concluded, you were left with the bittersweet echoes of a relationship that never fully unfolded. The thin line between love and hate had blurred, leaving behind a complex tapestry of emotions that now resonated with an unfulfilled promise.

You just wish you could’ve seen how the two of you would’ve played out. Maybe you could’ve lived happily in District 7 or even in the Capitol. If only you still had that thin line. If only you had him.

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💌 — treech

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🎬— the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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Forever Winter; Treech

pairing - victor!Treech x district7!reader summary - after Treech wins the 10th Hunger Games, he returns home but he isn’t the same boy you knew before. words - 1.58k warning - allusions to suicide and depression. note - I'm so sorry this took me forever to get out, finals are coming up and I am stressing. I have a treech fic coming out on wattpad soon, so go follow me @ snowfll.

The moment his name was called in the reaping, your entire world froze. You both were 18; it being the last year there was a chance either of you were chosen to be tributes. You thought you were safe, that the two of you would be able to live the rest of your lives in peace—well, as peaceful as you can get in District 7. You were wrong—very wrong.

“Now, time for the male tribute,” the mayor called out as he stuck his hand into the second bowl. “Treech.” Everything in the district went silent; the only thing heard was your gasp, which soon turned into tears.

His eyes were on you the entire time as he walked up the stage—it felt like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. As he stood there, the weight of the impending separation hung heavy in the air. That was the last time you saw him in person; as soon as the reaping ended, he had been dragged off the stage by peacekeepers.

For the next few days, you couldn’t bring yourself to go to work; instead, you found yourself sitting in front of one of the few TVs in the district. After being told they would show the games on live television this year, you prayed to see even a glimpse of him.

When the tribute interviews came on, you were finally able to see Treech. He looked paler and skinnier than usual, and he had a sad expression on his face. Looking around, he saw the camera pointing directly at him and began to fidget with his hat, the one you had gotten him a few years prior to keep the sun out of his face when working.

He wore it every day, claiming it was his good luck charm and comfort object. You noticed he would play with the rim whenever he was nervous or he was the main focus of a conversation. Treech never liked attention—opting to hang out with you in a secluded part of the forest as opposed to being with his large group of friends.

“So, let’s talk about your life back in District 7. You’ve caught the eyes of many capital ladies in your short time here.” The man, known as Lucky, paused as the crowd began to scream for Treech. “We are all wondering, and when I say that, I mean everyone—is there a special lady waiting on you back home?”

"Uhh, there is this one girl, but we aren’t together—yet. She is amazing, truly. If there is one thing that can motivate me through the games, it would be her.” You smiled, knowing he was talking about you. He was never interested in other girls, no matter how many times they tried to get with him. Lucky thanked him before welcoming the next tribute on stage.

The following morning marked the first day of the Hunger Games, and you refused to watch; you couldn’t watch as he fought for his life. You had nightmares, starting the day he left—watching the games would just confirm everything you saw.

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When you heard the news, you were ecstatic—he did it; he won. The prospect of him returning to the district that very day filled you with a sense of exhilaration. Anticipation built as you made your way to the train station, the sound of the train arriving growing louder with each step. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of emotions—relief, nervousness, and agitation.

Although this was bound to be a happy moment, you couldn’t help but realize the lack of people who came to greet him. The only people around were the peacekeepers standing guard and his younger sister, Talia, whom you brought along as a surprise. Treech was very close with Talia; with his parents having to work all day, they were absent most of their lives. This left him to take care of both himself and his sister.

As you caught sight of him, you took notice of the train, which seemed to be one owned by the capital rather than the ones used by the districts. The condition he was in was worse than you last saw in the interview. He wore new and improved clothing that bore the unmistakable mark of Capitol fashion—his lucky hat still on his head. The scars of the arena were evident as he was bandaged up in all kinds of places.

Approaching him, you could see the fatigue etched into his features—a weariness that went beyond his physical wounds. Once he saw you, he ran into your arms, taking off his hat as his head fell into the crook of your neck.

“Everything is okay; you are safe now,” you reassured him, playing with his hair in an attempt to calm him. The weight of his exhaustion seemed to lift slightly in the security of your arms, the familiar touch offering comfort amid the distress of the games.

Talia stood nearby, her eyes wide with awe and concern. The two of you shared a glance, silently acknowledging the shared responsibility felt toward Treech’s well-being.

Gently pulling away from the embrace, Treech’s eyes met yours, filled with gratitude and longing. With a tender smile, you motioned for Talia to join in the reunion. She approached the two of you cautiously, as if afraid to ruin the moment between the older ‘couple’ in front of her. Yet, as Treech brought her into a protective hug, her smile grew—she had her brother back.

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Everything from that day on was perfect—or at least that's what it seemed like. Treech walked around with a smile on his face, like nothing ever happened. His laugh was normal; no matter how hard the day was, his symphony-like laugh always managed to cheer you up. You should’ve known something was wrong—how could you not know?

You found yourself observing him more closely, trying to distinguish the subtle shifts in his demeanor. Late at night, when the district fell silent, he was awake, wishing it was how it used to be before the games.

One evening, as the two of you walked through the familiar forests, you found the courage to check up on him. “Treech, are you really okay? I mean, with everything that went down. It’s okay if you are hiding your feelings; you can trust me."

He paused, his smile seeming to fade, before he replied, “I have a feeling I am going to feel this way forever. It’s not just a phase.”

You wondered how you hadn't seen it earlier—how the façade of normalcy had masked the emotional turmoil that lay beneath the surface. The entire time, you thought he was fine, living his life as a victor, when in reality he was breaking down.

From that moment on, your commitment to Treech deepened. Days were spent deciphering the intricate puzzles in his head. Once you started to spend the nights at his, you really noticed what was happening.

The quiet darkness of his room served as a canvas for the grim thoughts that occupied his mind. On the bed beside him, you were sound asleep as he sat restlessly against the headboard. As dawn approached, you woke up to find him in the same position he was in before he fell asleep—he was motionless.

Scared something happened to him, you shook his body, ultimately waking him up from his trance. His eyes, glazed over with a distant emptiness, gradually refocused on the room around him.

You spoke softly, the concern evident in your voice, “Treech, are you okay? What happened?”

He hesitated as if struggling to find the right words to convey the complexity of his emotions. Finally, he let out a heavy exhale, one that carried the weight of the night. “I… I don’t know. It’s just… hard, you know?” In that instant, the vulnerability in his confession broke down the wall that kept you at a distance.

Gently, you reassured him, "You don’t have to carry this burden alone. I will love you even at your darkest, so please don’t go.” You don’t know what you would do without him; his few days of absence have already taken a huge toll on you. Even while having him back, you still fall to pieces on the floor if he isn’t around.

The sincerity in your voice seemed to pierce through the fog of his inner turmoil, offering a lifeline in the face of the darkness that threatened to consume him. His hesitance around you melted away, replaced by a shared understanding that you were in it together.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me,” Treech confessed, his voice filled with the same vulnerability he had a few moments ago. “I don’t want to go. I need you more than you can imagine. You brighten up my day—like the sun shining down through the trees.” With those words, you wrapped your arms around him, drawing him into a comforting embrace.

From that day onward, your connection deepened. Your love, like the gentle rays of a summer sun, thawed at the icy remainders of his nagging memories. There were still difficult days and haunted nights, but the assurance that he wasn’t alone in the journey provided him with the power to push through. The summer sun, your sun, illuminated his path, casting away the shadows of his past and lighting up your future, where your love went beyond even the darkest of winters—his forever winter.

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💌 — Treech

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🎬 — The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

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Daylight; Tom Blyth

paring - Tom Blyth x famous!reader summary - your life wasn’t easy, hurting those who loved you and being hurt by those you loved — until you met Tom words - 1.29k note - lowkey hate this, but you all voted for it so im publishing it anyway!! hope you guys like it ^-^ With finals coming up, I might not be as active, but once break starts I will be back!!

Growing up as a nepo baby, people took advantage of you, only becoming your friend for the fame that came along. You learned to deal with it but after so many people started to use you, you had to leave them.

In LA, it was hard to tell what people’s true intentions were, but they said they loved you, so you believed them. You were friends with people with all types of wrong to them. Now that you lived in New York, no one could be trusted, you learned your lesson after being naive one too many times.

The moment you encountered Tom, things were never the same. He was your literal knight in shining armor.

As you walked down the carpet of another premiere your manager forced you to attend, you couldn’t help but notice all the fake smiles from everyone you knew— including yourself. Being famous had its ups and downs, many loved your work but they did not appreciate who you were associated with.

Paparazzi continued to take your photos, commanding you to pose or asking you questions. With all the flashing from the cameras, everyone put on their best faces, but you can guarantee everyone looked worse in the light.

Once you reached the end of the carpet, your face dropped, of all people, your ex-boyfriend was standing there.

You had broken up with him almost a year ago, right before you moved out to New York. He was the main reason you couldn’t trust anyone. He brought you to parties, clubs, bars — the whole LA experience. That is where you had gotten into drugs, most people encouraged you including him.

Your ex had walked over to you and tried to make conversation with you. As he begged you to take him back, you tried to leave, not in the mood to deal with him. He didn’t get the hint as he continued to stand next to you.

Telling him to leave you alone, you turned to walk away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him. You tried to break free from his grasp but his grip on your wrist tightened. Fortunately, someone had noticed what was happening and approached the two of you.

“Is this man hurting you, love?” the voice intervened, getting in between you and your ex. You did not know who this man was but you were thankful for him either way. Nodding your head, you shyly stood behind him. “I’m pretty sure my girlfriend told you to leave her alone.”

His eyes widened as he looked up at the man protecting you. This mystery man was at least 6’0, 5 inches taller than your ex, who stood at 5’7. Intimidated, he ran off, most likely back to the people he came with.

“Thank you, sir,” you acknowledged his heroic actions as he turned around to face you.

“Anytime dear, I wouldn’t want a pretty lady like you to be treated so horribly.” You couldn’t help but blush at his words. Before you could reply, he got dragged away by what looked like to be his friend. You weren’t able to get his name or the reason he was there. Later that night, you found out that he played the main character in the movie for the premiere.

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From that day, Tom reached out to you on Instagram, asking to see you again, but this time under proper circumstances. At first, you were hesitant, you didn’t know anything about him — what if he was just like the others?

He didn’t give up, telling you that meeting up with him was completely up to you. He wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable or feel unsafe.

Either way, you agreed, you hated to admit it but ever since you saw him on the night of the premiere, you didn’t want to look at anything else. You couldn’t stop thinking about him and you didn’t want to think about anything else.

The more the two of you hung out, the more you realized how genuine he truly was. Taking you on dates to places you’ve only dreamed of going. On one occasion he surprised you with a cute rooftop garden in the heart of New York City.

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“Where are you taking me?” You questioned as you rode on the back of his motorcycle. He had randomly shown up at your apartment door and told you to get ready.

“You will see when we get there.” He spoke, refusing to give you any hints as to what you were going to do. Throughout the ride, you watched as you sped past all the cars and took in the view of New York City at night.

As you arrived at what you believed to be the destination, Tom dragged you into the building and straight into the elevator— pushing the button for the roof. Reaching the top, you opened to door to see a beautiful garden, the skyline sparkled with city lights.

In a cozy corner of the roof, a picnic blanket sat with an array of your favorite snacks and drinks. The music playing in the background displayed his thoughtfulness as he carefully curated the playlist based on your time together.

The night was filled with laughter, shared dreams, and stolen glances under the starlight sky. It truly was a night to remember— the way it ended left you over the mean.

The evening was coming to a close as you were lying in his lap, a comfortable silence filling the air. It had been quiet for a while, the only thing heard was Tom humming along to the songs.

You were content with the night, the quietness was a huge contrast to your old life in LA. Instead of being at a party filled with people who didn’t give a shit about you, here you were, on a date with a man who proved he was worthy of your trust.

Interrupting the silence, Tom finally spoke up, what came out of his mouth changed your views on love. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to speak to you about.” You could tell he was nervous as one of his hands fiddled with your hair.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything is perfect— you’re perfect.” Your eyes widened at the last part of his sentence. By now, you were sitting up facing him with your hands in your lap.

“I have enjoyed the past few months with you, ever since I met you at that premiere I knew I had to know you, whether it be just as friends— I wanted you in my life.” His admission hung in the air, and you felt a rush of emotions. The sincerity of his words resonated deeply and you couldn’t help but smile.

He continued. “I’ve never met someone so genuine. I care about you in a way I’ve never felt before. I know you don’t want to get hurt again but if you let me, I want to make you the happiest girl in the world.”

As he spoke, your heart fluttered, realizing that the connection you shared was reciprocated in a way that went beyond friendship. The vulnerability in his confession melted away any doubts you had about him.

“You have brought so much light into my life, Tom. I never thought I would find anyone who truly cares, who sees beyond the surface.” your voice was filled with sincerity, “I want this— I want us.”

Before him, you were miserable — feeling like you were sleeping in a 20-year dark night. For the entirety of your life, you closed yourself off from the world. Tom brought you out of that state, you were wide awake. With him, the only thing you see is daylight.

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A Soldier I will Be III; Treech

Pairing - Treech x Mentor!reader summary - after all the pain, the two of you have reached the end of the fight. words - 1.19k warning - fluff! again! note - for everyone who wanted one more part, this is the last part! i hope you guys liked this mini-series for Treech! more Treech fics coming soon and a Tom Blyth fic coming asap <3 part 1 part 2

That same night, the night before the 10th Hunger Games, you arrived at the zoo. With everything he said in that interview, you had to see him. You couldn’t deal with the fact that he might die in that arena without knowing how you felt.

“You came,” he whispered as his hands gripped at the bars that separated the two of you.

You placed your gentle hands over his calloused ones as you responded to him. “Of course I did. I heard what you said in the interview.”

He looked at you and blushed. “Oh, uh-- I didn’t think you were actually watching," he continued to ramble on as you giggled at his reaction. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomf—” You cut him off as your soft lips met his. Ever since you met him, you have had dreams of this exact moment.

Pulling away from the kiss, you rested your forehead against his, smiles on both of your faces. Now you were definitely not letting him die in that arena.

“Is everything you said real?” God, how you prayed it was real. You wanted him more than anything the capital could ever give you.

“Everything… I want to grow old with you. We can run away to District Seven or even stay here in the capital. Whatever you want, sweetie, I just want to be with you.” Your heart ached. You wanted to break him out of the cage right there and then, but you knew it would have consequences.

“Don’t die on me, Treech. Please, do not die in there.” You plead, placing your hands on his face and pulling him closer—if that was even possible. Your lips brushed against his for a moment before you leaned in for the second time that night. His lips smiled against yours before kissing back.

“Two kisses in one night? I feel like I won the games already.” He smirked at you while you playfully pushed his shoulder.

You noticed a couple of peacekeepers making their rounds and knew it was your time to leave, plus he needed as much rest as he could.

“Get some rest; you have a long day ahead of you.” You advised him as he grabbed your hand.

“One last kiss before you go?” He snickered. Did he want a kiss, absolutely. He just got you, and he already couldn’t get enough of you.

“Win the games, and you can get another one." You smirked at him as you kissed his cheek. He rolled his eyes at you as you waved goodbye. He was going to win—he needed to win for you.

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Sitting in your designated seat, you watched as the games played out. It had been days, and thankfully, he was still alive. Maybe allying with Coral was a good thing; maybe he had an actual chance of surviving.

Earlier in the games, Treech and his allies were seen walking over to where his district seven partner was hiding away. Coral ordered Treech and Tanner to stay put and watch as she and Mizzen climbed onto the beam. Poor Lamina; all she had was Treech, and he abandoned her.

He looked guilty as he watched his allies attack the girl he came with. As her body fell off the beam, you saw a small tear escape from his eye before he wiped it away.

Now, they were after Lucy Gray; you just prayed she would be able to get rid of them before they got to Treech. Watching the singer run from the group, you knew she had a plan—a plan that might get Treech free from his allies.

You had a feeling he might actually win, like he promised you he would. There was hope, something you don’t usually have while living in the capital.

However, the hope soon disappeared as you watched as a huge cylinder was placed down from the sky. Whatever was in there was making its way out. The glass had broke, and hundreds, possibly thousands, of rainbow-colored snakes spewed over the arena.

One. Two. Three — three tributes were killed by the snakes, leaving Treech and one other girl, Lucy Gray. The both of them began to climb onto the ruins in the arena, with Treech on one side and the girl on the other.

The snakes began to slither their way up the ruin, inching closer and closer to the two remaining tributes. Before you knew it, the snakes got the the poor girl, the sound of a cannon booming, signaling her death. He did it. Treech won.

Yet he was still in the arena, the snakes crawling over him as he sat there, not moving a muscle. Why was he not being rescued?

“Let him out; he won!" you yelled to whoever would listen. Everyone was silent. Turning your head, you saw Coriolanus staring you down. He was pissed that you won instead of him. Still, you walked over to him; you had to get Treech out, and you hoped what you were about to do would work.

"Please, Coriolanus, I will give you the money; just tell them to get him out of there.” You whispered to him, knowing that Dr. Gaul took a liking to him and would listen. You didn’t care for the prize money; you were never doing it for the prize—you just wanted Treech to live.

Coriolanus nodded to you, yelling for them to save him from the snakes. By now, everyone in the crowd of students and parents had joined in, chanting for them to let him out as more and more snakes made their way onto his body.

“Ladies and Gentlemen." was heard over the loud sound system. “The 10th annual Hunger Games victor.” You let out a sigh of relief as you saw peacekeepers make their way into the arena, shooting at the snakes. They got him out as soon as possible, and you ran—all the way to the arena, you needed to see him.

As you arrived, you saw him being carried out on a stretcher. Making your way up to him, you noticed the condition he was in. He was no longer wearing his jacket, nor was his hat lying on his head. There were cuts and bruises all over his body.

“Hey, hey, you won." You grabbed his hand, squeezing as a way to reassure him that you were with him. He was going in and out of consciousness, but he was fighting to stay awake for you.

“Is it over?" He whimpered as they placed him in the van.

You nodded your head as you replied, “It is; you are finally going home.”

“What about you, sweetie?” He was afraid he wasn’t going to see you again. That you were going to stay in the capital; after all, you were still a capital sweetheart, and he was just a lumberjack.

"Sorry…" you paused as you stood next to his bed, holding his face in your hands. “I meant to say we--are going home.” He smirked at you, placing his hand over yours before speaking up.

“Can I get that kiss now?”

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A Soldier I Will Be II; Treech

pairing - Treech x Mentor!reader summary - you try to convince Treech to escape with you, but he refuses to put you in jeopardy words - 1.47k warning- more fluff! note - this is part 2!! ik its much shorter than part 1 but i wanted to get it out asap for you guys <3 idk if theres gonna be a part 3, but I have other plans for fanfics so stay tuned!! part 1 part 3

The next day dawned with a sense of impending doom that was waiting for the tributes as all tributes and mentors were taken to visit the arena. The atmosphere was filled with tension, as the tributes prepared to scout the floors they would eventually die on. ‘enjoy the show!’ was heard coming from the machines as everyone entered the arena.

You stayed close to Treech, offering silent support, as he walked around taking the surroundings in. Reaching for his hand, you could tell he was scared, his once scowl-filled face was replaced with a frown. You squeezed his hand in an attempt to calm the fear rising in his system.

As you looked around you noticed there weren’t many hiding spots— there was not one. “C’mon, let's look around and find a strategy for once the game starts,” You spoke dragging his hand into the middle of the arena.

The cornucopia wasn’t there yet, but you explained to him how there would be weapons, most likely an axe, and he needed to grab it and run. He barely spoke, only nodding at everything you said or tightening his grip on your hand to show his understanding.

“Hey, lumberjack.” A voice called out to Treech, who turned back to look for you and Lamina as he called for Lamina to follow him to meet the other tribute. “No just you. Just you.” As the girl spoke, he turned back once again, but this time only making eye contact with you. You shook your head at him trying to guide him into staying with Lamina, but he ignored you and walked towards the group of three tributes.

You couldn’t help but notice the sadness on Lamina’s face as he turned away from her. Once she started to tear up, you turned to watch Treech as he talked with his new allies. He could sense your eyes on him, turning his head, he was met with a face of disappointment. Walking over to him, the tributes next to him took notice and started to act as if they were going to attack you if you came any closer.

“You hurt her, they kill you,” he warned them while turning to stand with an arm in front of you in a protective manner. He was angry, he already betrayed Lamina for them, and he wasn’t going to let them hurt you as well. You grabbed his hand in one and laid the other on his shoulder, before whispering in his ear that you would be okay. The effort made to calm him down worked as his puffed shoulders relaxed and he took a step back.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the room shattered as a deafening explosion echoed through the arena. Panic ensued as smoke and pieces of concrete flew through the arena. The ground shook beneath your feet as you fell to the floor. Treech immediately followed you only to cover you from the initial blow of the explosion.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here”, he called out for you, trying to get you to safety where the other mentors and tributes escaped, but you stayed put. “What’s wrong are you hurt?” He knelt next to you checking everywhere on your body for any signs of injury.

“It’s a miracle, Treech, they are all distracted,” he looked at you as if you were crazy, confusion written all over his face. “We can escape and they won’t notice until we are long gone.” You tried to convince him to leave through the exit on the opposite side where the peacekeepers were stationed.

“Miracles don’t last, sweetie," he shook his head, once again trying to drag you to the main entrance. By now, almost everyone had exited the rubble, only Lucy Gray helping Coriolanus, who was stuck under a large piece of debris.

“Exactly, and we won’t if we stay,” you stared at him with a look of desperation. “Run away with me, right now while we can." It wasn’t enough to convince him, sure he wanted to escape—he wanted nothing but to be with you away from the Capital.

“No, sweetie, if we get caught, your whole life is ruined. I can’t-,” he paused, “I won’t let you do that to yourself. You have so much to live for.” He made one final attempt to drag you toward everyone else, and thankfully for him, he was successful.

Once you made it outside, the peacekeepers took you from him, but you escaped their grip and ran back into his arms. His arms made their way around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck. If it weren’t for him you wouldn’t have made it out of the arena, caught up in the fantasy of escaping, you didn’t notice the ceiling falling around you. Though he did, he protected and guided you to safety, an act of selfishness that made you realize how much you owed to him. You knew you had to get him out of the Hunger Games one way or another.

Finally, peacekeepers from both sides ripped you apart from each other and pushed you both into vans. His filled with the other tributes while yours was filled with injured mentors who needed to be driven to the hospital.

As they slammed the doors, a nurse put you in a bed next to Coriolanus, who seemed to be unconscious. Although you the nurse know you were fine, she ignored you as you protested that you didn’t need help. However you did need help, as soon as your head hit the pillow, you met a fate similar to the boy next to you.

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Regaining consciousness, you looked around to find yourself lying in the infirmary. The room was half empty, the only people around were Coriolanus with Tigris by his side and Sejanus by yours. There were a couple of nurses scattered around, but they were too focused on what was playing on the tv. The tributes were being interviewed by Lucky Flickerman himself. If you were anywhere else you would have paid attention, but as you were in the hospital, you didn’t exactly feel up to dealing with the Hunger Games at that moment.

“Next up from District 7, please welcome, Treech!” You heard from the TV, you were definitely interested now. Getting up from your bed, you made your way to stand in front of the nearest TV.

As he walked onto the stage, his eyes scanned the audience, once he didn’t find you he looked up to the camera, praying you were watching him from wherever you were. “So, Treech, I heard a little rumor that you have gotten very close with, Ms. Graham, your mentor.” You tensed up at the mention of your name.

“I- Uh,” Treech paused as he saw how the audience was curious to hear his response. “Yes, she has been there for me this entire time. I am very grateful for her, I just wish we had met each other under different circumstances.”

He was smart, toying with the Capital’s heart to get them to support him. You watched as the number of donations on the screen increased. “I’m going to win this for her, for us— a chance at us.” Everyone in the audience awed, he knew what he was doing, but you couldn’t help but feel like he was just saying it to gain pity votes.

Either way, you felt weak, the way he talked about you brought butterflies into your stomach. If someone told you a week ago that you would be falling for a tribute in the Hunger Games, you would slap them.

“How romantic,” Lucky turned to the audience with an amused look on his face. “Aren’t they just the cutest: The capitals sweetheart and her lumberjack. Last thing, Treech, unfortunately, Ms. Graham isn’t in the audience today, why is that?” Treech looked stunned that he would ask that and he honestly didn’t know how to answer.

“Well, Lucky, I am not sure, I tried my best to shield her while the explosions occurred, but she was whisked away from me after. They refuse to update me on her health status.” The audience gasped, their newfound love for you and Treech together started to show as they chanted ‘update him!’ over and over again.

“What’s that? Oh… Ok!” Lucky pressed his hand to the earpiece, “I just got word that she is alive and well in the hospital and she may or may not be watching right now. Treech, is there anything you want to tell her before you go?”

“Sweetie, if you are watching this, I want you to know that I will be thinking of you the entire time I’m in the arena. Once I win…”

He was now staring directly into the camera, the same we he did the day of the reaping. Except this time, he was looking at you, he couldn’t physically see you, but he knew you were there staring back at him.

“—We can find a place to just be us.”

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A Soldier I Will Be; Treech

pairing - Treech x mentor!reader summary - your one goal was to get him out of the arena, you didnt care what the Capital thought of you words - 2.54k warning - fluff! note - I am actually in love w Treech, there isn't enough fanfics about him on the internet so I decided to write my own! part 2 part 3

The day arrived for the reaping of the 10th annual Hunger Games, and you were far from excited. The games are cruel and unfair to district citizens, and your values set you apart from the heartless enthusiasm displayed by many in the Capitol.

Walking into the giant room filled with Academy students, you heard the whispers of those you passed. You learned to ignore everyone after years of being treated differently, but there were only two people you could tolerate: Sejanus Plinth and Coriolanus Snow.

“Ms. Graham, I'm glad you made it after all.” Sejanus Plinth, the only other person open about their hatred for the games.

“Oh, you know they would drag me into this either way, Sejanus.” He had previously warned you that the Plinth prize would not be awarded that day, and in its place, something that goes against everything the two of you stood for.

Although you voiced your opinions, you were still a capital sweetheart. As you come from one of the oldest and richest families in the capital, you were expected to act a certain way, despite your rebellious spirit.

Sitting between Coriolanus and Sejanus, you heard a throat being cleared, signaling the beginning of the reaping. Casca Highbottom, the one and only creator of Hunger Games, chugged down a vial of what looked to be morphling.

“The prize is a bit different this year. The top performing students will each receive a tribute, only one, and whichever tribute… performs the best, will receive the prize. Winning is set aside but will be taken into consideration…”

So this is what the capital had planned—put the capital kids in charge of the district kids? You couldn’t help but feel horrible for Sejanus, coming from the districts, he was bound to be given a tribute from his old home, District 2.

Dean Highbottom started announcing which student would mentor what district. When it came to Sejanus, you were right; they gave him the District 2 male tribute. Reaching over, you grabbed his hand in hopes of providing a sense of comfort. On multiple occasions, he has expressed to you how being from the districts has affected him.

“District 7 male,” you heard Highbottom pause before looking up to you, “belongs to Ms.Graham.”

Making your way to the big screen in front of you, you saw your tribute. He was staring straight into the camera, almost like he could sense you were watching him. ‘Treech’, you read below his figure. You couldn’t help but smile, but it was soon replaced with a frown once you saw the condition he was in.

You took in the image of the boy; he seemed your age—maybe 17 or 18? The hat he wore looked bent out of shape and covered his dark eyes. He looked as if he were about to scream or cry, and he was trying his hardest to act tough in front of his district. All you felt was pity and a sense of needing to help him survive.

After all the mentors were given their tribute and a speech from Dr. Gaul, the head gamemaker, the ceremony was brought to an end. Sejanus was called by his father, and he bid you goodbye. “I’m going to the tributes train arrival, and you’re coming with me." You jumped at the sudden voice and turned around to see Coriolanus staring at you.

“And why would I?” You crossed your arms, unsure why he wanted you, of all people, to accompany him. Sure, you were friends, but you didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye on things, often bickering while Sejanus was there to calm you both down.

“The peacekeepers will let me in if you are with me,” he explained, knowing that most peacekeepers know not to mess with you. “They won’t turn you down; you’re the capital’s top sweetheart.”

It’s true; every peacekeeper knew of your existence and obeyed you in fear of upsetting your father. You didn’t like to take advantage of your capital status, but it did come in handy when you got into trouble.

“Fine,” you agreed, “but only on one condition: you leave me and my tribute alone.” Coriolanus nodded his head and explained that you two would meet at the train station the next morning before school.

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Arriving at the station, you walked up to Coriolanus, who was already waiting there with a white rose in his hand. Groups of peacekeepers were stationed every few feet. Guns in hand, ready to shoot at any kind of violent nature.

A loud whistle was heard, causing your head to snap towards the track, where a large mechanical train began to slow. Once the train pulled into the station, you took notice of the carriages; there were 12, one for each district. The peacekeepers that once stood still were now making their way towards the train. Slowly, they began to open the carts, and tribute after tribute came out. As each tribute climbed off the train, you were on the lookout for ‘Treech’.

Passing by each cart and watching each pair climb down, you eventually found the pair from District 7. Lamina, whom you remembered as Pliny’s tribute, noticed you as you walked up to her. Her eyes were red from the tears that hadn’t stopped falling. You gave her a warm smile, which she returned, except there was a sad look in her eye.

“Who are you?” A voice called out from next to Lamina, and your face turned to see your tribute. He had placed a protective hand in front of his district partner, like you were going to hurt her. You felt sad at the fact that he thought you would hurt either of them.

Reaching your hand out, you told him your name, “But everyone calls me by my last name, Graham, so it’s up to you!” As he looked at your hand, hesitant to shake it, you realized you hadn’t explained why you were there. "Oh, right, I’m your mentor. Thought it was the right thing to come and introduce myself as you arrived in the capital."

“Well, I don’t need no mentor. I don’t want your help." He spat with a look of disgust in his eyes, causing you to lower your hand and stare awkwardly at the ground. You heard Lamina whispering to him something about how he should be nice to you. Looking up, you smiled at her again as a sign of thanks for being kind to you, even though she didn’t know you.

“I don’t have to be nice to her, Lamina, she’s from the capital." He looked at you up and down as if trying to prove his point with your outfit. You could understand why he was acting like that—if you were in his spot, you wouldn’t trust anyone from the capital.

“I am just here to help you; I don’t mean any harm." You saw his face start to soften but quickly change back to his sour expression once two peacekeepers appeared behind you and began to drag the pair towards a big van being filled with the other tributes. The two stared at you as you began to chase after them.

“Hey, where is that van taking them?" You called out to a peacekeeper, who just rolled his eyes and walked away from you. “Don’t ignore me.” Before you could walk back up to them, you felt someone grab your arm. You were ready to hit whoever it was, but you realized it was only Coriolanus.

“Just wait; once the peacekeepers aren’t looking, we will sneak into the van.” You nodded softly, praying that you were able to be by Treech’s side the entire time.

As you made your way into the van, you were pushed to the ground as it started to move. You saw many of the tributes staring at you and Coriolanus as the two of you stuck out like a sore thumb with your bright red uniforms. The tributes had threatened to attack the two of you, one of them even grabbing Coriolanus by his shirt. Fortunately, Lucy Gray stepped in for Coriolanus as Treech pulled you up off the floor once he saw you sitting there, afraid for your life. He stayed standing in front of you, with Lamina behind you, instead of going back to his spot, standing with his hand grabbing the bar above his head.

There was a sudden stop, causing everyone in the van to jerk forward before it began to tip over. Once the doors opened, everyone flew out, falling on the hard rocks. You groaned as you tumbled down, and you ended up landing next to Treech, who groaned as well. Noticing his hat was no longer on his head, you looked around before crawling to grab it for him. He muttered a quick thank you as he took it from your grasp.

“Where are we?” He questioned, seeming confused about where they were dumped. As you fully took in your surroundings, you gasped. The tall bars and the animal-like environment—they dumped everyone in the Capital Zoo.

“They are keeping you in the zoo? You guys are not animals. How could they do this?” You were beyond outraged. They force them to fight each other to death and don’t even give you a decent sleeping place.

Turning to Treech, you kept apologizing over and over, “I am so sorry about this; I had no idea they were going to keep you here.” He looked like he did when you saw him at the reaping, as if he were about to cry.

"Well, look over here; is that another Academy student I see?” The two of you turned your heads to see Lucky Flickerman and his camera crew on the opposite side of the bars. It looked as if he had just finished talking to Coriolanus and Lucy Gray. "Ahh, isn’t it, Ms. Graham? You're certainly a favorite here in the capital." You couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not; either way, you walked over to him, dragging Treech behind you, who was protesting the action.

"Hello, Lucky, it is nice to see you again. Have you met my tribute yet? Treech, here, is quite the gentleman." You continued to talk him up to the camera while he just stood there behind you.

“It was amazing to speak to you, and thank you for introducing Treech to us, but it seems as if you are about to be whisked out of the cage.” He warned you as you turned around to see a peacekeeper making his way to you as another made his way to Coriolanus. To try and avoid any more violence, you stepped away from Treech as a sign of your cooperation, but the peacekeeper still grabbed you with a great deal of force.

“Don’t touch her like that." Treech yelled as the peacekeeper tightened his grip on your arm, “You’re going to hurt her.”

“They won’t even dare to hurt me; don’t you worry about me." You called after him as he looked at you with fear in his eyes. Lamina had to hold his arm to warn him not to go after you. “Take care of yourself; I will be back later today." The last thing you saw before you were forced to exit the enclosure was Treech giving you a hesitant smile. It was barely noticeable, but, you know, it took a lot for him to do it.

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Unfortunately, you weren’t able to make it after school like many of your other classmates. By the time you arrived at the zoo, it was dark and everyone was already gone.

“Treech, where are you?” you whisper-yelled for him as you made your way to the bars. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it earlier in the day; my father did not like the little stunt I pulled. I had to sneak out to be here.” As he made his way to where you were, you started to pull packages of food and water out of your bag.

“Did you bring anything for me?” He asked, sitting down, once he saw you cross your legs on the floor.

“I sure did. Tons of stuff." You began to list off everything you brought. “I even brought enough for Lamina, so be sure to share with her.” As you handed him everything, he turned around and tossed some of it into her lap.

“Did her mentor stop by?” You nodded your head towards Lamina. You were curious to see if Pliny would actually take on his role as a mentor or just sit back and let you do it, knowing you cared for them.

“He did for a few minutes, but she didn’t speak to him,” he sighed, remembering the event that occurred a few hours prior. “She only wanted to speak to you. She seems to trust you, but how do I know I can?” He asked, taking a bite of the cookie you brought him.

"Well, for starters, I made that cookie you are eating, and I don’t bake for just anyone,” you said as he bit into it again. “Secondly, I care about you. I don’t agree with how the capital treats the district.”

He looked at you like he didn’t expect you to feel that way. “You better not be lying to me, sweetie. Are you sure you aren’t in it for the money? We heard that man mention it to his camera earlier.”

“Oh, I don’t care for the prize; even if I win it, it just ties me down to the capital like I owe them something, and that is the last thing I want when I try and escape this hell.” One day, you were going to leave the capital; you truly were not meant for this place. You explained to him that you wanted to hide out in one of the districts and live out your life away from the capital.

“Whose side are you on? Are you a saint or a sinner, Ms. Graham?” He shot you a look before continuing. “I have a feeling the way you treat me isn’t going to be liked by the capital. I’ve grown quite fond of you, so I’d hate to see them turn against you in the comfort of your own home.”

“I don’t care if the capital hates me for protecting you. It doesn’t matter if they won’t take me back, Treech; all I care about is getting you out of this.” You grabbed his hand through the bar to provide comfort. At that moment, he knew you weren’t lying, but just for safe measure, you spoke up again.

“I’ll throw away my status, just to keep you safe.”

The relationship between you and Treech evolved from mentor and tribute to something deeper. Bonds formed in the face of distress were not easily broken, and you both found strength in each other.

As the 10th annual Hunger Games continued, the Capitol was about to witness a different kind of uprising—one fueled by empathy, compassion, and a shared desire for freedom. And at the center of it all was the unexpected alliance between a Capitol sweetheart and a district tribute determined to defy the odds.

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