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kingdom come → treech

treech!tbosas x reader

notes → in which your lover gets ripped away from you, and you’re left with mere memories, a promise, and a locket. feminine intended reader. i am a district seven girly FOR LIFEEE. when i was making a plan for a cato fic on wattpad, reader was ofc from seven ✨

warnings → me giving characters angst alert part two!!! not edited & uploaded via iphone

     “treech!” you giggled as you chased him in the woods you called your backyard. you heard him laugh as he leapt over a stream. attempting to follow him, you slipped, accidentally landing in the shallow water. luckily, you had your rain boots on. the red rain boots with hand painted black polk a dots that reminded you of ladybugs. on the other hand, your ruffly dress was not so lucky, soaked with water, dirt crawling at the hems. treech whipped around at the sound of you splashing, and offered a hand to help you up. you giggled as you took his hand. “thank you, my knight.” you teased, beginning to walk back to your home.

     “anything for m’lady!” treech declared, raising his arm triumphantly. your youth was filled with heartwarming moments like this. days spent playing with treech in the woods when the two of you were kids. and when you grew into your teenage years, long, meaningful conversations filled with laughter and secrets with each other after treech finished working. you had known treech your whole life, best friends for fifteen years and lovers for three, he was a part of you. 

     today, the day of the reaping, your mother had laid out an old striped dress of hers. the once colorful stripes had faded into something dreary, but the dress fit you like a glove. it was common knowledge in the districts that children should dress nice for the reaping. not because it was some momentous occasion, but because what they wear then might be the last thing they wear ever. dressing them up for their funerals, a devastating truth. treech met you outside, and he tilted his hat to you when you stepped out of the door. 

     “m’lady,” he greeted, providing his arm for you to latch onto. “well don’t you look ravishing,” he mused, and you curtsied at his compliment, before looping your arm through his. you were treech’s pride and joy and he made sure to treat you as such. the boy was more than happy to show you off, parading you around the streets of seven. the two of you chatted lightly about the days events as he guided you to the town’s square, located a mile and half from your house. eventually you had to part ways with him, but not before you left a quick peck on the cheek. he wore the kiss on his face boastfully as he joined the group of boys to your left. you smiled, finding your own place in the crowd of girls. the process went as normal, a few small announcements made before the female tribute was reaped. her name was lamina, a beautiful tragedy wrapped in a vest, but not anyone you recognized.

     your breath hitched as they called for the male tribute. it had happened so fast. you had never been this overwhelmed. they called treech’s name. your treech. you allowed yourself to hyperventilate for a few moments before catching sight of the boy slowly walking towards the front of the hall of justice. district seven, being one of the largest districts, had thousands of kids piled into the town square, separated by gender. out of the entire population of seven’s youth, it never occurred to you that your boyfriend could be the unlucky victim to be reaped. 

     struggling to control your breathing, you leaped into action, shoving your way through the crowd of girls to the pathway down the middle of the block. treech, still in shock, made his way down said pathway rather hesitantly, as if in disbelief that he had really been reaped. his eyes were scanning the crowd as he passed, stopping for a moment as he met yours. in an instant, you reached forward and grabbed him, pulling him into a hug before any nearby peacekeeper could intervene.

     “i love you, treech. i love you, i love you, i love you!” you repeated, sobbing into his jacket. his arms wrapped around you tightly, not wanting to let go.

     “i’ll win this, y/n, for you. i’ll see you soon, it’ll only be a couple days, just you wait.” he mumbled his promise to you. you pulled apart, woefully wiping away the lipstick mark on his face, cleaning him up for the cameras. there was no doubt that the entirety of the capital was watching you now. what must they think of the spectacle you had created? were they intrigued? disgusted? at this point, the peacekeepers had made their way to him, dragging him onstage.

     “treech!” you objected, reaching out for him. another peacekeeper lightly knocked you backwards, a pitiful expression adorning his face. the girls nearby, some you recognized and some strangers, held the same expression. none spoke, just stared at you. keeping your eyes on the ground, you creeped back to your spot in the crowd. soon enough, peacekeepers were hauling your boyfriend into the hall, and more were beginning to clear the square, forcing you to make your way back to your place of residence. unbeknownst to you, treech had slipped a token in the pocket of your dress before he was pulled away. it wasn’t until halfway through your agonizing, lonely trek back home that you noticed it. it was a dainty, wooden heart shaped locket. patterns had been intricately carved into the surface, no doubt by the careful hands of your loving treech. you traced the patterns with the pads of your fingers, tears staining the wooden block. 

     you clutched the locket, a newfound hope seeping into you, as you held onto the promise that he would win. for you.

Please make more Treech stories. I love your writing, and there isn’t enough writing for him.

currently trying to finish up a part two to kingdom come! and if you have any ideas or something you would like to see with treech, please let me know because i would be happy to write it. thank you for reading btw 🫶🏼

days spent in the sun → treech

a/n → making coral’s moodboard sent me into a spiral and now i have moodboards for every district 😭 is it worth it to post?

notes → in which nature is the perfect place for treech to show his love for you. feminine intended reader (though not sure pronouns are mentioned)

warnings → not edited & upload via iphone

     your hands were wrapped around treech’s arm as he carefully lifted his axe up to the tree, beginning to carve the shape of a heart. he was prudent in his work, meticulously shaving the bark off of the tree from inside the shape he had formed. you watched him silently, in awe of his handiwork. the result was a perfect heart shaped carving, permanently engraved on the tree. beaming, you pressed a quick peck to the boy’s cheek, then pulled him along with you as you walked atop a tree trunk bridge back to the lake. currently, the two of you were clad only in your undergarments, having gone out with the intention of swimming for the whole day. your clothes were strewn over the branch of a fallen oak, basking in the sun. the water was freezing, a stark contrast to the midsummer heat that lingered in the air. treech held your hand as you stepped in, prepared to catch you if you accidentally slipped. at first, you sunk into the shallow water leisurely, but as the water reached your hips, you let go of treech’s hand, completely submerging yourself in order to get used to the temperature. as you arose, your teeth chattered, but a grin was still plastered on your face.

     “get in, the water’s great!” you invited treech to join you with a sarcastic remark as he stood to the side, opting to just watch you. you could tell he contemplated it, but he denied, shaking his head. “where’s the fun in that?” you whined.

     “i’ve gotta do something first.” he simply replied, a roguish glint in his eyes. you were suspicious, but let him do his own thing as you bathed in the water and sunshine. the gravelly sand that covered the bottom of the pond indented the skin on the underside of your legs, adding a soothing pressure as you sat down, letting the water ripple around you. many minutes passed, and you grew restless the more time you spent alone in the water. venturing further into the pond, schools of minnows could be found darting rapidly. they brushed past your skin, maneuvering around your moving form. all was quiet aside from the waves of the water as you forded through. a rustle in the bushes from behind you startled you, causing you to jump and turn around quickly. treech had come back, his hands behind his back.

     “whatcha got there?” you queried, swimming over to him as he kneeled by the water. he just smiled, pulling out a bouquet of colorful wildflowers from behind him. vibrant pink poppies, orange lilies, mauve colored petunias, a few orchids scattered here and there, and yellow wallflowers galore all seemed to bloom from his hand. you were in complete and utter astonishment at the bundle of flowers and the work he had gone through to pick them for you. they were tied together with a loose stem, and you delicately took them from his hand. mother nature’s sweet scent wafted from the stunning plants, instantly soothing you. “these are beautiful, treech,” he grinned, eyes lighting up with pride. his smile always made you melt, and the way his hazel eyes, speckled with green and honey tones, glowed golden in the sun made him seem ethereal. laying the flowers down gently on the grass beside treech, you draped your arms around his neck, placing a tender kiss on his lips. treech gradually joined you in the water, but not before you plucked the sole, pale blue morning glory from the bouquet and tucked it behind his ear, brushing his curls out of his eyes. he took your hand as you guided him further into the pond. the two of you splashed around, laughing for hours until your fingers pruned.

     treech had to drag you out of the water as the sun got lower and lower, the sky growing a burnt orange. you groaned playfully, but shook the water out of your hair anyway, allowing it to drip on the grass below you. the earth felt cool and damp under your bare feet, and the wind blew against your body, making you shiver. quickly, you slipped your shirt over your head, and tied your skirt around your waist, hoping to gain some warmth from the items of clothing that had been strewn out in the sun all day. it seemed to work, but your arms were still bare and the wind was picking up. treech noticed the goosebumps that had formed all along your forearms, and he helped you into his wool coat. smiling, you thanked him, grateful for the extra source of heat. gracefully, you picked up your dainty bouquet of flowers. intertwining your fingers with his, treech led you out of the familiar woods, taking you down the roads of district seven, back to your home. like the gentleman he was, treech walked you to your door, waiting to make sure you got inside safely before leaving. he was just about to leave as you slipped through the front door, but you called his name before he could go any further. he raised his eyebrows, urging you to go on.

     “i love you,” you professed, coyly.

     “i love you more,” treech declared with a smile, before promptly turning and bidding you goodnight, the flower still adorning his hair. 

hi! i literally love your treech fics so much! do you think you could write a treech x mentor!reader where she goes to see him at the zoo the night before the games (a bit like coryo and lucy gray)?

kiss of life → treech

treech!tbosas x reader

notes → in which love and life are fleeting as you say your final goodbye to treech. (i stole dialogue directly from the book for this LOL)

warnings → not edited & uploaded via iphone.

     “treech?” you whispered out into the dark. faint hints of moonlight peeked in through the clouds, becoming the only source of illumination in the pitch black of the night. falteringly, you crept closer to the bars of the monkey house, eyes scanning for a sight of your tribute you had grown rather fond of.

     “y/n,” he answered, and you followed the sound of his voice, which had turned far more gravelly since the last time he had spoken to you. once you had located him, you scampered over to the boy, eyes lighting up.

     “thank goodness you’re okay,” you cried, placing a hand to his face. you hadn’t gotten to see him after the explosion in the arena, and you wanted to make sure that he was alright. “gosh, i can’t believe they’re still making you go in there tomorrow!” tense, heavy air settled between the two of you.

     “i’ll be alright. me and the pack got a plan,” he reassured you as your fingers snuck into his hair, which had become rather matted since his arrival in the capitol.

     “just… don’t trust them too much. keep a good distance, please. i have a feeling they’re just going to use you.” you cautioned him, voice unsteadied by worry. the pair from four scared you the most. they had fierce determination in levels you had never witnessed before. while it was admirable, it was rightfully daunting.

     “thank you. for what you’ve done for me. i really have a chance now, ‘cause of you.” although his expression was blank, you could see in his eyes that he meant what he had said. pangs of guilt struck you, as you felt there was so much more you could have done for him. nonetheless, a tender smile made its way across your face.

     “it’s my job. i can’t let you die in there, you mean too much to me.. not just as my tribute, but you. you matter to me. you’re the most incredible boy i’ve ever met.” you confessed, eyes beginning to brim with salty tears, devastated that you would have to part with him when the night came to an end.

     “don’t cry over me, y/n. especially because i’m going to win. for you.” treech promised with certainty. the immense wholeheartedness of his tone brought you an ounce of optimism, and you couldn’t help but add on.

     “i’ll be there in the arena with you. we’ll win together. and once you’re announced victor and i get the plinth prize, i can buy you and your family a way into the capitol,” you suggested. a rather farfetched idea, but desperation and maybe even love had clouded your vision and infiltrated your thoughts. you shouldn’t allow your fantasies to get the best of you, but they all seemed too real as treech became an honest contender to win the tenth annual hunger games. he humored your idea, even though it may not have been possible, as he reached for your hand, squeezing it firmly. his calloused palm, having seen years of labor and hardships, juxtaposed against your softer one. the feeling truly highlighted the difference in your upbringing compared to his own. never had your living conditions led you to have to get a job, or even consider it. you couldn’t imagine having to do so for years in order to make ends meet. it hurt you that treech was not able to make the most of his childhood.

     you and treech had come a long way since the first time you had met him at the zoo. two weeks may not have been that long of a time, but it seemed like an eternity to the two of you, as each day you grew closer to the boy. he seemed to warm up to you more and more with each gift and lingering touch you had left him. originally, treech was quite cautious of you. he didn’t think he could trust you, knowing you were capitol, supposedly endorsing the very systems that wanted to kill him, while still claiming to want to help him. but over the course of the twelve days treech had spent in the capitol, more vulnerable than ever, he realized that not every citizen there had as much ill intent as he once believed, or at least, you didn’t. you too discovered that the district people were not at all like the animals your family made them out to be. they were humans, like yourself. of course, you had been wary when your parents made claims of the district people drinking blood and turning to means of savagery, but it had always lingered in the back of your mind. that was, until you met your tribute. the boy like quality of his aura diminished any doubt you had left of the children being bestial, replaced by guilt that you had ever felt that way in the first place.

     as his hands entwined with yours, you managed to slip your silver bracelet onto his wrist, something you had been waiting for the perfect time to do. treech looked at you with confusion. “it’s my good luck charm,” you explained, as he inspected the jewelry. “it may just be like a placebo effect or something, but it helps me feel better. i want you to have it. as a loan. you can return it to me once you win the games.” you claimed, ever so confident of your statement.

     “you’re all i’m going to think about in there.” treech admitted. in that moment, your temptations overcame you, and you gave into the desire to kiss the boy. sure, it was rather uncomfortable for the both of you, necks strained as you both tried to reach the other through the bars, but none of that mattered the moment his lips met yours. the feeling alone sent sparks through your body. you felt reenergized, now more than ever as his kiss breathed new purpose into you. when he pulled away, you were left hungry for more.

     “we can pick this back up after the games,” treech promised you, giving you one last knowing glance before the two of you parted ways. the games would commence, but underneath all of your anxiousness, a flicker of hope had sparked.

"what's it to you, bub?"

aka my masterlist

my favorites are marked in blue

the hunger games

flicker in the dark → coral

i’m not a violent dog → coral

kingdom come → treech

motivation → coral

better in the dark → coral

love the way you lie → treech x lamina

slipping through my fingers → coral

right person, wrong time → tanner

pinky promise → mizzen (platonic)

days spent in the sun → treech

kiss of life → treech

a cowboy and a capitol girl → tanner

long lost lovers → coral

delicate → lamina

harry potter

dancing in the dark → blaise zabini

fireworks and first loves → blaise zabini

x-men

when he sees me → logan howlett

we are young → john allerdyce

ride the cyclone

paradox → mischa bachinski

the heart wants what it want; treech

pairings: mentor!treech x reaped!reader

warnings; angst, super short (i have exams T-T)

summary; treech, the 10th hunger games victor, and most importantly, your boyfriend came back from the hunger games in your honor. he has killed for you, done anything in the world only to return to you and your comfort, only to go through the same pain again.

word count; 382

a/n; i made treech the winner of the games and also set it two years later, like snow became dr gaul's mentor after the first games and he suggested having the tributes as the mentors to keep things in control n stuff.

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ!! | ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ!!

— You stood in your place as you watched Treech stand up on the stage, being the only mentor as he was the only victor. You stood in your brown dress overalls and his shirt, the shirt he had worn during his games. A token of good love he always said.

Just as the announcer placed her hand into the bowl, your heart beated faster, and faster, then suddenly stopped as she opened the paper. "Y/n L/n!" She announced. You couldn't comprehend with had happened, standing still as Treech's eyes widened, he searched for you, finding you frozen as he attempted to stop the tears in his eyes.

You walked along the passage, climbing up the stairs as Treech stared at you. He watched as you barely managed to wall correctly, tripping as he quickly caught you, holding you up as you stood waiting for the male tribute.

"Hey baby, it's okay, I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise." He whispered into your ear as you bit back tears. You remembered watching Treech in the games, the Snakes nearly killing him as they killed Lucy Gray and well, you were terrified as he climbed up the wall. You remembered him coughing, almost choking to death, you watched Lamina, your best friend die and Treech blaming himself for it.

You remembered what it was like watching him play the games two years ago, only now you'd go through it. You didn't know if you were as strong or as motivated as him. He placed his hand into yours and rubbed your shoulders as his breaths shallowed. As the male tribute was announced you felt wierry. His breath hitched as he looked at the tribute. You looked beside him to realize it was his best friend. Theo.

It was now clear as day, he had to choose between his lover and best friend, in a way he wished he never had to. You looked up to watch your family weep as his family looked in shock. Treech's mother stared at you, shaking her head as she stared at you then looked over at her son.

"I'm sorry baby." Treech cried as you both walked off towards the train, it was the end, you were going into the games that destroyed him two years ago.

ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵒˡᵈ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ -> ᵗʳᵉᵉᶜʰ

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: jealous!mentor!treech x tribute!reader

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: angst, swearing, spicy themes, treech's pov (im not sorry).

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ: treech wished he was with you, yet what boiled his blood was the fact that someone else was with you.

ʷᵒʳᵈᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 1085 words

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ!! | ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ!!

–> Treech hugged his knees as he looked blankly onto the white walls of the train, on his bed. He felt guilty, knowing that you were suffering in a train that had more waste and illnesses then the streets of every district combined.

He refused to eat the food they had offered him, he knew he was starving and he was about to fall asleep, only to be reminded of banging and screams. His luck, his room had been beside the tribute's train.

He could hear everyone's cries, the one that stuck out to him was a certain girl screaming his name in her sleep, followed by the male tribute of the 2nd district comforting you. It boiled his skin, it made him want to rip off the doors and take you in right in front of him.

He heard a knock on the door, and he looked up to find the mentor of District 2. He bit his lip as she entered, he made room for her as she sat down on the bed, a plate of food in her hands.

"Hey, we all figured you might be hungry." She smiled as she placed the food, he shook his head, turning around to lay on his side. "I know it's hard, my sister is in the games."

"I'm sorry," Treech muttered, the girl sighed before standing up. Staring at the boy before shaking her head.

"It's okay, what happens in there, happens, I know. So uh, please eat, I don't think your little girlfriend wouldn't like you not eating." The mentor said as she walked out, leaving Treech alone with his thoughts, he heard whispers. He quickly stood up to follow the voice.

"Treech?" You whispered through the walls, he gasped as he heard your voice.

"Y/n?" He whispered back as you let out cries. He hushed you, placing his hand on the wall as he chuckled. "I'm just glad you're still alive."

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Mateo just fell asleep so I decided to try talking to you, guys it worked." You answered and he felt even more enraged. It was as if you read his mind as you answered his question. "Mateo is from District 2, he's helped me get comfortable here, I still have your vest."

"Good, try to get some sleep love, you'll need it," Treech muttered. You sighed before muttering a goodnight, Treech could hear Mateo call you over to him to 'keep you warm'. It enraged him more and more. He should be the one with you, not some random hooligan from District 2.

-> Treech quickly ran out of the train, awaiting for the peacekeepers to unlock the train as he stood outside waiting for you, calling your name. You heard him, walking towards him as he wrapped a hand around your waist, the other grasping at the underside of your breast, the side Mateo happened to stand at.

He watched as the peacekeepers ordered all the tributes to enter the van that was parked for them, a separate one for the mentors on the other side. He watched you take Mateo's hand as Theo turned to Treech and gave him a shrug.

The whole ride Treech had thought of one thing. Mateo holding you close to him, why would he be so close to you, why would you allow him? It seemed as if the other mentors read his mind as a few snickered as he clung onto the railing harder and harder with each thought. He snapped his head towards his fellow mentors, his face scrunching. "What?" He spat out as the other mentors raised their hands.

"Your girl will be safer in a van filled with our people than inside the arena, don't worry." District 11's mentor snickered. Treech crossed his arms, stuttering as he attempted to find the words.

"I, uh, shut up!" He groaned as he could hear the other mentors bicker and bully the boy. After a while, the bickering turned into him talking about you with so much love in his tone.

"And yeah she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen, but she's also kind and smart and funny and she's-." Treech was quickly cut off with the doors opening as he walked out, watching as the peacekeepers shoved you onto the floor, Treech walked over, helping you up as he gave a glare at the peacekeeper.

"Thanks." You muttered before hugging the boy. You placed a kiss on his cheek, holding his arm as you walked over to the building filled with rooms. Each mentor owned his own room as the tributes shared one tiny bathroom that all 24 of you had to share, no beds provided, not even a rug, just a plain wooden cold floor whose planks were rotten with insects and pus.

Treech's heart ached as he stared at your living conditions. He would admit, he would prefer this old room instead of the zoo but it hurt him deep inside knowing that his princess would sleep on the cold floor all alone while he had the privilege of a bed.

He instantly grabbed your hand, walking you to his room as the mentors snickered. A few tributes turned to their friends and Treech couldn't help but smirk as he heard Mateo ask about the two of you.

He opened his door, pinning you against it on the other side as kissed your lips. He was touch-starved, kissing you as if it was the last moment you two had together, which might be. He needed you to know how much he loved you. "Treech, are you okay?" You asked the mentor who stopped to look at you. At this exact moment, it had all sunk in. He might never see you again, this could be your last week alive with him. He couldn't stop his tears from welling into his eyes as he sat down on the bed.

You quickly sat beside the boy. You placed your hand onto the boy's cold one, looking at him. He felt greedy. He had spent so much time thinking about how you were with someone else and not how you felt about the games, remembering the moment he was picked.

"Hey, I'm coming back to you, I promise." You whispered as he cried into your shoulder, unable to spill another word. You couldn't help yourself but join in, allowing him to wrap his arms around you as you felt his warm embrace, knowing this might be the last.

thinking about your mentor treech fics

what about a victor treech and a capitol mentor reader

another victim of the capitol; treech

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ; victor!treech x mentor!reader

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ; angst, kinda short mb.

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ; the moment treech won, he felt different, he knew he didn't deserve to live. he did the unspeakable, kill the innocent. yet to you, he was also a victim.

ʷᵒʳᵈᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ; 534 words

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ!! | ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ!!

-> Treech helplessly sat down in the infirmary, his gaze glued to his hands as he watched the shaky hands no longer covered with the gruesome coat of red that once filled his hands. Yet, no matter how hard he scrubbed he couldn't clean the guilt.

You stood by his side as the nurse left. A few cuts and bruises. He needs to stay monitored for a few days since the snake venom affected his system.

"It's not your fault." You mumbled as the boy looked at you then turned back to his hands, his ripped hat at the foot of the bed. He turned to face it, holding it as he analyzed the rips. One across the hem and one through the top.

"My hat." Treech cried as you cradled his side, salty tears slipped through as he held the hat. Usually, you wouldn't understand how someone would cry over an object like this yet the hat was a gift from Lamina, the moment she died part of him did too.

"I'll fix it." You smiled as you took it, opening the drawer to find a needle and gray thread. You sewed it together as Treech stared at his hands once more, you placed the hat gently on the table before holding his hands.

He looked at you as he cried. You shook your head, wiping his tears before placing your hand on his cheek. "You're not a monster or a murderer. You're a victim just like them." You whispered.

You wanted to tell him how you actually felt. How you felt as if they had gotten out the easy way, how they wouldn't have to live with the guilt like him and it made you sick to your stomach.

"Teslee, I. She didn't. I." He broke down as you hugged him. You knew what he was refering to. When he had entered the

"Teslee didn't hesitate like you." You whispered. He turned to face you, shaking his head.

"We didn't want to hurt each other." Treech sobbed as you held him closer, playing with his fingers. "We uhm. Reaper apologised to us before the games and Wovey made us bracelets, the peacekeepers took them before we could wear them though. Lucy sang us songs and we all wanted to go home."

"I know Treech." You frowned as he hid himself into your chest. "Well, you're here now, with me."

"I'm a murderer, y/n, I'm a killer." Treech muttered as you shook your head, wiping his tears.

"No your not, not to me." You mumbled. You watched as he leaned in, hesitant to kiss you as you smiled.

You leaned in, placing your soft lips onto his cold ones, yet the moment you did they warmed up. He held your hand as you moved to sit on the bed, his hand, his hard hand that held your soft one, sliding to your waist as his other grabbed your hair.

You pulled back, yet he pulled you in for another kiss as you placed your hand onto his cheek. After what felt of an eternity of love, he pulled back to breath.

"Thank you, for saving me."

"No Treech, thank you, for saving me."

I’m literally so in love with Treech and your story was amazing! Is it possible to request an enemies to lovers with Treech? Set in district 7 please? I love him and district 7 so much

ʳⁱᵛᵃˡˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ -> ᵗʳᵉᵉᶜʰ

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ; treech x reader

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ; angst, swearing.

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ; you and treech were academic rivals, you were convinced he hated, no. dispised you for being better, yet you sort of missed the old days. so when you find yourself heartbroken, he was there, and he wasn't leaving.

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-> You sat down in class, waiting for your test results back. You could see Treech, waiting along with his friends aswell as he stared daggers into You. It wasn't your fault that you were smarter than him. You watched as your teacher walked over, handing you your paper.

100%

You turned over to find him recieving his paper. You caught a glimpse at the percentage, smirking to yourself as you raised you paper towards him, watching him explode.

99%

To bad, so sad. He only needed half a mark to beat you. If only he knew that you were doing it so your parents wouldn't skin you alive. You placed the paper into your bag as you stood up, walking down the hall as you watched him walk with Lamina, examining his paper excessively, wanting one tiny error to out do you once and for all.

"Just give up, there's no point." You smirked as you leaned onto the locker beside the boy. He glared at you before returning to his papers as Lamina stood quietly. "That's incorrect."

"Yeah! I got that figured out! Thanks!" He sneered at you. You laughed before walking off, skipping to your next class as you heard his curse at you. A smile on your face.

You were a tease, you knew. It started when you had become friends as children. Then he began to work so you drifted apart, yet you always outbested him, and that once love you two faced turned into tolerance, then into hate.

You sat down in class, watching him talk to Ms. Mason, trying to change his grade but he had failed. He looked through the window, finding you smirking only for him to groan and clench his fists.

For the rest of science, you doodled in your papers and thought about what you'd do today. You remembered Derek, who you've been secretly seeing wanted to see you at the end of the day, yet you worry.

You knew he rather had a reputation of ruining girls chances. Yet when he asked you out, you were a dumbass and agreed.

So when he, once again, played with another girls feelings, this time it being yours, you broke down.

You sat down on your steps, crying your eyes out as you held the letter in your hands. You also noticed a figure loom over you, confused and unknowing if what to do.

"Uhm. Is everything okay?" Treech whispered as he placed his hands in his pockets. You were taken a back as you looked up. Treech was early just done with his shift as his axe was in his hand and his helmat in his hand. His face was red and his clothes, oh his clothes were covered in sweat.

"What the fuck?" You mumbled as he chuckled, he set himself down beside you, eyeing the letter in your hands.

"Uh, what's that?" Treech asked you as you handed him the letter. You didn't understand why exactly you trusted him. Why you wanted him to know.

Maybe it was your younger self, the version of you who when every bad or good thing happened, your first instict was to tell him.

You watched as by each time he read a sentence, he gre angrier and angrier.

To angry that he cut the letter before evening finishing the ending.

"Derek fucking wrote you that?" He sneered as he looked at you, he threw the letter as he stood up, opening your door before helping you up. He set you down on the couch as he made you tea.

"Here you go." He whispered as he handed you the tea, he pushed your hair back your ear as he smiled at you. Yet, you were confused. Rather three hour ago, he was filled with hate, now, he had nothing but worry and care in his eyes.

"I don't get it, I thought you hated me." You said as he had grabbed a cold cloth, placing it on your face to calm you down.

"I could never hate you." He whispered as he shook his head. "I never did. I just, I wanted to be as smart as you."

"I wanted to be as smart as you." You laughed as he chuckled. He set down the cloth, looking into you as you smiled. "Thanks. For uhm, making me feel better."

"I didn't do anything."

"You stayed."

-> The next day you went to school, only for you to witness Treech attack Derek during lunch and well, you were baffled to say the least.

You watched as Treech dogged a punch, giving Derek an uppercut before kneeling his stomach, I guess he's really mad at Derek huh?

Soon after, as always, Ms Mason ruined everything by breaking up the fight and sending both Treech and Derek to the office.

Now that's where you were, sitting outside waiting to be called in. You were anxious, you didn't know if Treech had ratted you out and put the blame or Derek had.

Yet when you were called in, you heard Treech's protests to include you. "Hey! She had nothing to do with this!" Treech yelled as the headmaster gave you a look to sit down.

"Did you, or did you not ask Treech to fight Derek in your honor?" The headmaster asked as you looked at Treech, your eyes widening.

"Respectfully." Treech started. "Derek's full of shit sir."

You bit a laugh as Derek turned to face the boy, a glare given, a glare that would make most people turn on their heels and run away. Yet, Treech stood proud of what he said.

"Okay listen, I don't know what happened but I didn't know Treech would actually fight Derek!" You said as the headmaster glanced at you.

"So you asked him to?" He asked as Treech scoffed.

"No she didn't, don't give her the credit. I decided the moment I read what that son of a-." Treech started as you gasped, hitting his knee as he stared at you. "When I read what he write to her."

"Oh my god." You muttered as you pinched the bridge of your nose. Derek stared daggers at you, his eyes widened as he realised how much worse the situation was.

"Of course the whore goes around sharing private letters." Derek muttered as Treech stood up, you pushed him down as the head dismissed you.

You could hear yelling as you left and you couldn't wait till the end of the day to meet up with Treech and to no ones surprise, he had recieved a suspension, meaning he would have to work full time for the week as well.

So you woke up at 4 to get ready. A lumberjacks shift started at 5 and well, you had to thank Treech somehow.

You baked cinnamon cookies, a pastry his mother made before she succumbed to the illness that spread around the district five years ago.

As you arrived to his house, you knocked. You could hear a groan and footsteps, someone clearly was upset, due to the fact that someone decided to knock at 4 in the morning.

Yet, the when he opened the door to see you, his clearly irritated face softened as he looked at you in confusion.

"I wanted to thank you. For defending my honor." You said as he moved to the side to invite you in. You places the cookies on the table as he quickly opened the box to see what it was, a tear escaping his eye as he took one.

"Just like how my ma used to make them." He whispered as you nodded. "I uh, thank you."

"It's no biggie, I uhm, have a nice shift Treech." You smiled as you turned to leave, he grabbed your arm, spinning you around as he embraced you. "Treech?"

"Don't ruin the moment darling." He whispered as he stared at you, slowly leaning in as you stood on your toes to allow him in faster.

His lips collided with yours as you placed your hands around his neck, his hands snaking to your waist as he pulled you in closer.

The kiss, it was sweet which no one had ever expected, in fact, you were convinced it would be harsh and cold, yet it was filled with love.

You pulled away, panting as he smiled, placing his head into the crook of your neck. "I'm still smarter than you."

"Shut the fuck up Treech."

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bruno is orange -> a treech series

pairings; treech x covey!reader

synopsis; you were a winner, so was he. you were placed into the hunger games, so was he. you killed, so has he. so why was it so hard to not understand his motives, to him, it was pure hatred, to you, it was justification.

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— 00; prologue

00; prologue

pairings; treech x covey!reader

warnings; drinking, mentions of death

wordcount; 600 words

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The District was cold as you passed by the beggars. District twelve was always rather unfortunate, being fed scraps by the other districts, coal miners, that was all you were. 

Not you though, you were a preformed, a covey you liked to be called. Well, you did until your sister was taken from you by the hunger games. 

Lucy gray was everything to you, she was the reason you woke up every morning, she was the one to take care of you, she loved you and supported you. 

To many eyes, she was weird, an obnoxious singer. To you, she was everything. She took you in from the streets without question, she raised you, cared for you when your own kind left you. 

And to your surprise, when she was picked, you wanted it to be you instead. You even tried to volunteer but Lucy wouldn't let you. 

She was so close, if it hadn't been for the lumberjack. Many call him a Victor, the first victor of the seventh District, but to your eyes. He was the reason Lucy wasn't here with you right now.

Deep down, you knew he wasn't to blame, but forgiving him felt like a betrayal to your sister. You couldn't do that to her. So here you sat, in a bar as you watched your family perform. 

You knew you were up soon, but the thought of singing without your sister hurt you.

So here you sat, vodka in your hand, perks of working in the bar. You smiled at the bartender as he handed you another one. “Tough day ain't it birdy?”

“Call me that again and I'm shoving this bottle up your ass.” You threatened as you held the Vodka bottle in your hands as he smirked. Troy Abernathy was your best friend, he’ll always be your best friend, or favorite drinking buddy as he certainly knew how to put it away.

“You always were feisty, I believe it's your time to fly.” He said before walking off, you turned around to find your cousin, Maude Ivory, she sat down beside you, laying her head onto her propped up elbow. 

“Don't.” You whispered as Maude sighed, taking a glass of water and taking a sip before turning back to you. 

“You already know what she'd say. You didn't survive for this.” Maude mumbled as you sighed, drinking from the bottle. You knew they all suffered from the loss, but it hit you the hardest. 

You two had a special sisterly bond that no one could even imagine. When you two were apart, it was like a fish out of water. You couldn't breathe when she was gone and she couldn't think without you. 

Your luck ran out when you were picked right after her games. Even if you wanted to go back to her, you couldn't leave the rest after Lucy. You knew that if you too had left, Maude would be the one drinking instead of you. So if the consequences of Maude living a happy life were you drinking your sorrows away, it was worth it. 

“I'll sing next night.” You muttered as she shook her head. 

Next night. 

I'll do it next night. 

Maybe tomorrow. 

I'm too ill, maybe next night. 

The same excuses, all over, and over, and over again. Maude sighed before walking off to the stage. You smiled as you watched her preform instead of you. It was nice seeing your little sister sing. 

That was until the peacekeepers barged in and dragged you to the stations where you were shoved into an empty capitol train.

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Don’t Forget Me

I’ve never written anything before, but I’m so obsessed with tbosas I couldn’t help myself.

Warnings: Mentions of death

Treech x Reader

“The odds were never in our favour.”

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Your name echoes in the square. Everything goes silent, so dreadfully silent.

Please let this be a dream. Please let this be a dream. Please.

You stand there trying to remember how to breathe, totally stunned. The blood in your body is frozen. The minutes tick by, but you cannot bring yourself to move. You can faintly hear the crowd murmuring, but the ringing in your ears overpowers them. It isn’t until someone nudges you that you are brought back to your body and slowly start to walk through the crowd. It feels like you are walking to your grave.

Once you find your place by the mayor, your eyes begin scanning the boys' section, hoping to find Treech. As if by just looking at him, everything would somehow be okay. When you spot him, he’s already staring at you. His eyes were full of what you can only describe as pure heartbreak.

You’re too distracted to notice when the mayor walks to the second bowl. Until the second familiar name of the day is called, it feels like someone’s punched a hole in your chest as you watch the blood drain from Treech’s face. The shock of the moment barely registers in your mind. How can this be happening? Out of thousands of slips, your names get drawn!

The boys stir and make a path for Treech as he walks robotically towards the stage. His eyes never break contact with yours. As you watch him ascend the stairs, you fear you might start crying, the tears burning the back of your eyes. Before you can stop it, a soft, choked noise escapes you.

The pitying eyes of your district make you want to scream. An hour ago, you still had a future, and now you were a dead girl walking. You feel weightless like the slightest breeze will whisk you away. Part of you wishes it would. Your only anchor is when Treech reaches out and firmly grips your hand, a silent promise to stay by each other's side no matter what.

Don’t Forget Me II

I was not planning on writing another part, but I couldn’t help myself

Warning: Language (?)

Treech x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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After the mayor finishes his speech, it only takes seconds before Peacekeepers grab you. They rip you and Treech apart, ignoring your shouts of protest. Treech tries to reach for your hand again, but the Peacekeepers yank him back, nearly knocking him over.

The soldiers marched you to the train station towards an old cargo car locked with a heavy padlock. As you stood in front of the train car, you nearly gagged. The stench was overwhelming. The cart smelled rotted and thick with manure. You doubt they’d even bothered to clean it. You desperately didn’t want to get in, but you had no choice.

One of the Peacekeepers took out a set of keys to unlock the train, and the rest started shoving you in. Treech acted quickly, lugging himself in and stretching his arm out to help you up. But it must’ve taken too long because a peacekeeper grabbed you by the back of the neck and tossed you onto the train. You barely managed to catch yourself.

Treech rushed to your side, pulling you up off the ground. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” he questioned as he cupped your face, eyes scanning you for injuries.

“I’m fine, just tired of being treated like a sack of flour.” You chuckled bitterly while rubbing your neck.

District Seven was one of the last districts to get picked up, so you didn’t have to spend nearly as long on the train as other districts. A thought that filled you with relief when you felt something crawling near your feet. You could vaguely see the outlines of the other tributes. Though none of them made much noise. You could almost believe you were alone.

As the train chugged along, you and Treech shuffled over to an empty corner, trying to get comfortable. He grabs your hand and plays with it gently, his fingers interlocking with yours. Something about the action brings tears to your eyes. You never considered your hands pretty, filled with callouses from hours of demanding work, but by the way, he holds them, they might as well be made of porcelain.

When you first spoke to Treech, you’d quite literally fallen for him. Despite being in the same class, you’d never directly spoken. He was always surrounded by his friends, his laugh filling up the room (not that you were paying attention). You mostly kept to yourself. Honestly, you don’t know what made him approach you that day, but you’re so grateful he did.

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“What are you doing?” a small voice exclaimed up at you.

You jumped at the sudden noise and slipped from the branch you were perched on. You weren’t very high up, but the impact left you gasping for breath.

As you lay on the ground, your vision was blurred, but you could make out a boy peering down at you. His eyes narrowed slightly in concern.

After you regained your bearings, you grumbled, “Well, before you interrupted me, I was drawing.”

“Oh…Sorry,” the boy chuckled awkwardly. He fidgeted slightly before asking, “Can I see your drawing? I’m Treech, by the way. We go to school together…In case you don’t know who I am.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Of course, you knew who Treech was. You lived across from each other and were in the same class. You decided not to mention that, hoping to spare yourself the embarrassment of him not noticing.

“I know who you are, and no, you can’t see,” you respond before climbing back up the tree.

You were going to continue sketching until you noticed he was still standing there looking oddly dejected. A wave of guilt hits you when you realize you may have come off as rude.

“Hey, sorry... I didn’t mean it like that. I’ll show you when I’m done if you want to join me,” you say before patting the branch.

Treech perked up at that, beaming up at you. You decide he looks much nicer when smiling. He climbed up the tree, plopping himself next to you. Neither of you talked after that. You continued to sketch, and he sat with you, swinging his legs back and forth.

Soon enough, it became routine that whenever you went to the tree, he’d be there waiting for you. You started talking at school as well. Slowly, he became a constant presence in your life. Now, years later, you can confidently say he’s your best friend.

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The sound of the whistleblowing snapped you back to the present. You must be arriving at a station. The train screeched as it came to a halt. From the outside, you could hear the chains rattling as they were unlocked. The doors slid open, and the District One tributes were staring back at you. In what felt like seconds, they were hastily thrown into the cart, and the door was locked once again.

The journey to the Capitol couldn’t have taken much longer, but it felt like an eternity in the damp train. Eventually, you heard the familiar whistle, and the train slowed to a stop. The tributes started shuffling, but the minutes passed, and nothing happened. At least another ten minutes must’ve passed before you heard banging against the doorframe. The door was wrenched open, and a peacekeeper shouted, “All right, you lot, let’s move!”

The sudden influx of light was nearly blinding. You had to take a moment to adjust. Treech is one step ahead of you, already jumping down before offering you his arms. You allow him to take you by the waist and swing you down to the pavement.

You were grateful for Treech’s quick reaction as you watched the Peacekeepers get rougher the longer it took the remaining tributes to crawl out. You take a moment to look around under different circumstances, you’d be gawking at the architecture, but that all feels insignificant now. While looking around, you see a boy dressed in red talking to one of the tributes. He looks too clean to be a tribute but too skinny to be a Peacekeeper.

You didn’t get much time to ponder who he was because Peacekeepers began herding you and the rest of the tributes across the station to the main entrance. Where a truck that looked more like a cage on wheels awaited you.

The tribute who is missing part of his arm, tried to make a run for it, but he didn’t even make a few feet before he was dragged back. You hopped onto the cramped van, and Treech immediately guided you into one of the last open seats before positioning himself next to you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of red jump moments before the doors closed. To your surprise, it was the boy from the train station. A thick tension settled over the truck as you all stared him down. He hunched over, realizing his precarious situation. You turned your head to meet Treech’s eyes. Both of you amused at the boy's obvious discomfort.

“What’s the matter, pretty boy? You in the wrong cage?” said the boy from District 11 Reaper, if you remember correctly. How ironic, you can’t help but think.

You missed what the Capitol boy said, but it must've been something insulting because, in the blink of an eye, Reaper’s hands encircled the boy's throat and slammed him back. Reaper’s forearms pinned the other boy’s body against the bars. Trying to keep himself from being killed, the Capitol boy drove his knee up hard into Reaper’s crotch. You wanted to laugh, but you doubt that would’ve been received well.

He might kill you now.” The girl from District 11 coughed out. “He killed a Peacekeeper back in Eleven. They never found out who did it.”

“Shut it, Dill,” the boy growled.

“Who cares now?” said the girl fro—Dill.

“Let’s all kill him,” said another voice, “Can’t do nothing worse to us.”

You wouldn’t consider yourself bloodthirsty, but a part of you agreed, besides the Capitol boy brought it on himself. Several other tributes also murmured in agreement and took a step in. The way the boy went rigid with fear almost made you pity him.

Before anyone could do anything, the rainbow girl spoke up. “Not to us, maybe. You got family back home? Someone they could punish there?”

With that, all the anger was sucked out of you, replaced with a gaping hopelessness. The girl then stood up and wriggled through to place herself between all of you and the Capitol boy.

“Besides,” she said, “he’s my mentor. Supposed to help me. I might need him.”

“How come you get a mender?” Snapped a girl with short red hair. Glaring daggers into the Capitol boy. You couldn’t help but agree. Why did she get extra help?

“Mentor. You each get one,” he corrected.

“Where are they, then?” The redhead challenged. “Why didn’t they come?”

“Just not inspired, I guess,” the rainbow girl replied before winking at her mentor.

You turned to Treech again and dramatically rolled your eyes. The small smile that graced his face filled your chest with warmth. Sometimes, you wished he wasn’t so good-looking. You hated that one smile was all it took to make butterflies swarm your stomach.

The conversation lulled, and silence filled the truck as it drove down the winding roads. Suddenly, the truck lurched to a stop, jerking all of you forward. At that moment you were grateful you had nothing in your stomach because you’d surely have thrown it up.

A Peacekeeper came and opened the back door to the truck, but before anyone could climb out, the cage tipped and dumped you onto a slab of cold, damp cement. Not a slab, actually more like a chute, it was tilted at such an extreme angle that all of you began to slide immediately. You all traveled a good twenty feet before landing in a jumbled heap on the floor.

You gingerly untangled from the others before making your way over to Treech. Cringing at the groans from the tributes you accidentally crawled on top of.

You brushed his hair back and readjusted his hat, “Treech,” you whispered, “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, don't worry” he responded as he pulled you into his arms. You allow yourself to relax, nuzzling into his shoulder. Trying to calm down from the chaos of the day.

It isn’t until you hear a small giggle that you turn around and see two young girls pointing at the two of you. They watch you through metal bars, gawking. You pull away slightly, feeling oddly self-conscious. Treech seems to notice as well, looking equally uncomfortable.

Confused, you start to scan the area. Metal bars enclose you. To your left, there is a cluster of thin trees, and rocky sand lines the ground. Suddenly a nauseating realization hits you.

They’d put you in a fucking zoo.

𖠰 Don’t Forget Me 𖠰

paring | treech x tribute! reader

synopsis | after you’re reaped for the 10th annual hunger games, you must decide where your loyalties lie. just how far are you willing to go to stay alive?

warnings | angst, violence, descriptions of injuries, death, suicidal ideation 

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Don't Forget Me III

Warnings: Violence, Death, Language

Treech x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

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All you wanted was to get away from the people gawking at you, yet oddly enough, the Capitol boy and the rainbow girl were approaching the crowd. Hand-in-hand, no less. That's something you never thought you'd see: a girl from Twelve and a boy from the Capitol holding hands.

They started talking to a clownish-looking man. You couldn’t hear much, but you did learn their names were Lucy Gray and Coriolanus Snow. You couldn’t imagine a situation where you'd willingly talk to anyone from the Capitol. Lucy Gray, however, seemed to thrive under cameras.

Treech, also watching, said, “Y’know, I think I’d rather take my chances in the arena than have to talk to him.”

“Don’t be an ass! He doesn't look that bad,” you say while trying and failing to suppress your laugh.

He raised an eyebrow, staring at you as if you’ve just said the sky is green. “If you say so,” he teased.

The interview, or whatever you want to call it, was cut short when the metal doors swung open, and a group of Peacekeepers marched in, dragging Coriolanus out.

“Do you think he was even supposed to be in here?” You asked as you watched him get dragged out.

“Course not,” Treech smirked, “he looked ready to piss himself when he realized this was being recorded.” He said, once again making you laugh. For a minute, everything felt normal. If you close your eyes, you could pretend you are back home at the market laughing with your friends.

As the day went on, more and more people started showing up. There must’ve been a crowd of about one hundred people when you spotted the familiar red uniform. At first, you thought it was Coriolanus, but as he got closer, you saw that it was a boy with dark brown hair.

He was carrying a large backpack, which was full of food. The boy pulled a sandwich from the bag and tried to coax Marcus, the boy from Two, to take it. He wasn’t having much luck, though. Marcus wouldn’t even acknowledge him.

You were much more inclined to trust him than Coriolanus. Something about him seemed genuine, kinder even. Maybe if you approached him, he’d give you food. It couldn’t hurt to try.

Treech as if sensing your thoughts grabbed your arm. He shook his head at you, saying, “We can’t trust him. He’s Capitol.”

You wanted to argue but decided it wasn’t worth the headache. Treech could be painfully stubborn when he wanted to be.

Coriolanus came by later in the day and seated himself by the bars. A sting of jealousy hit you when you saw him hand Lucy Gray a sandwich. Why hadn’t your mentor shown up?

You didn’t have to wallow for long because Lucy Gray yelled, “You all should get one. They’re real good! Go on, Jessup!”

Her district partner, Jessup, slowly approached the boy with the sandwiches and took one from his hand. He waited until a plum followed and then walked off without a word.

Emboldened, you sprung up, pulling Treech along with you. Rushing to the fence where the boy gave each of you a sandwich and a plum. Satisfied, you walked back to the rocky patch you’d been sitting at. It’s a good thing you got there early because, within a minute, the backpack was almost depleted by the other tributes.

You had to resist the urge to devour the sandwich, forcing yourself to savor every bite. Who knew when your next meal would be? You had to enjoy it while it lasted.

As the sun set, the crowd thinned, and everyone started to settle in for the night. Most tributes opted to stay in the place they’d claimed the first day. Everybody was getting increasingly ill-tempered, yourself included, the more days you spent trapped in the zoo.

Almost on cue, two boys started fighting over a bale of hay, but Marcus broke them up. His display of strength unsettled you. How could you win against that?

I mean, you could handle an ax. Which already left you better off than most tributes. But you weren’t an expert by any means. If you had to face Marcus in the arena, you’d have no chance. Just thinking of the arena made you uneasy. Seeking comfort, you nestled up next to Treech. Letting his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep

The sun beating down on the enclosure stirred you from your slumber. Your eyes flickered open, but the influx of light has you snapping them shut again.

“Mornin,” Treech whispered, his voice still groggy.

“Mmm..too early,” you grumbled, burrowing your head deeper into his chest.

Running on a limited amount of sleep, you didn’t feel up to do anything besides stay curled up behind the rock. The morning passed by uneventfully, with few visitors stopping by. Until Peacekeepers came and corralled you onto a truck. They offered no explanation as to where you were going.

After a short ride, they unloaded all of you at a large building. You were escorted by Peacekeepers who outnumbered you two to one, which you felt was overkill, considering you had heavy shackles attached to your wrists and ankles. They led you to a table and then chained you with concrete weights, telling you to wait for your mentors.

Without much to do, you tilted your head back and surveyed the hall. It was a beautiful space with marble columns, arched windows, and a vaulted ceiling. You should feel awed, you’d never see anything like this in Seven, but it only made you miss home even more.

You glanced over to Treech, but before you could say anything, the doors opened, and twenty-four teenagers marched out. You wondered which one would be your mentor. You hoped they actually cared, but you doubted it, considering they hadn’t visited.

A tall boy who must be your mentor approached your table, sitting in the chair across from you. He introduced himself as “Pliny Harrington”. He seemed nice enough, if not a bit tactless. Maybe this won’t be that bad you allowed yourself to hope.

It was that bad. You were ready to tear your hair by the end of the session. You misheard one question, and Pliny spent the rest of the time talking to you like a toddler. The most infuriating part was his self-satisfied grin because he was so sure he was being helpful.

When the whistle blew to signal the end of the session, you could’ve cried with relief. Even as the Peacekeepers rounded you back into the truck, you were just glad to be done. You’d had enough interactions with Capitol folks to last you a lifetime.

In the truck, you find yourself sitting next to Lucy Gray while she stares at you with a unreadable expression. You are not sure what to make of her.

“Hi...you’re Lucy Gray, right?” you say, wondering why she’s staring at you.

“The one and only,” she quipped back.

Over her shoulder, you could see Treech watching you, his eyes flitting between you and Lucy Gray, unsure if it was a friendly conversation. You shot him a smile, letting him know you were okay.

Lucy Gray must’ve caught the interaction because she gave you a knowing look. She leaned in and whispered, “So, what’s up with you and your district partner?”

Startled, your eyes scanned the others to make sure no one had heard, “What do you mean?”

She shrugged, “You two seem very close, plus he gets this glint in his eyes when he looks at you.”

You glanced up, and sure enough, Treech was still staring at you. He looked startled to have been caught again and looked away. “He’s just—we’ve just been friends for a while,” you say, though your voice has an annoyingly hopeful twinge to it.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that…well, you at least like him, don’t you?” She asked.

The expression on your face must answer her question because she gave you a pitying smile. Are you really that obvious? You must be. Because it seems everyone, but Treech knew at this point. Even his brothers would tease you about it.

When you arrived back at the zoo, a crowd waited for you. Morning attendance was scarce, but now visitors were pouring in. Annoyed, you tried to hide yourself behind a rock to escape prying eyes.

“What were you and Twelve talkin’ about?” Treech asked, plopping himself beside you.

“It’s a secret,” you say, winking at him, hoping he doesn’t see right through you. Wanting to change the topic, you ask, “How was your mentor?”

He winced at your question “She was very irritating,” he replied. By the look on his face, he was clearly holding himself back from saying anything meaner. “How was yours?”

“God, don’t get me started,” you groan. “He talked to me like I was a five-year-old the whole time!”

You didn’t even think it was possible, but somehow, more people came as the day progressed. Unsurprisingly, Lucy Gray was by the bars entertaining the crowd. What caught your eye, though, was they seemed to be passing her food. The thought of begging for scraps made you flush with humiliation. But it was slowly becoming evident that if you wanted to eat, you’d need to perform.

Other tributes realized this as well. The girl from District 9 did a back handspring, which was rewarded with applause and a bread roll. You stared longingly at the bread, what you would give for a bite.

“Are you hungry?” Treech asked, his mouth turned into a frown.

“I’m fine,” you say, not wanting to worry him.

Treech stared at you blankly, making it clear he didn’t believe you. He stood up, fetching three walnuts off the floor, and marched up to the crowd. He made a good show of juggling the walnuts and keeping the crowd entertained. He was rewarded with a bread roll and an apple.

Once he’s finished, he tipped his hat at the crowd before rushing back to you. He looked pleased with himself as he offered the food to you.

You immediately protested, “No! Don’t worry about me. I’m not that hungry anyway.” In embarrassingly perfect timing, your stomach lets out a growl.

Treech face broke out into a smile, holding out the food again. Sighing in defeat, you ripped a chunk off the bread. As you sat eating, you heard the crowd laughing. When you turned toward the noise, you saw one of the mentors holding out a sandwich in front of her tribute to the girl from Ten, only to pull it away at the last second, much to the crowd’s amusement.

“That’s awfully cruel,” you mumbled, clutching your food protectively to your chest. You tried to block out the noise. No point in making yourself needlessly upset.

However, shrieks coming from the audience members had you snapping your head back towards the bars. You saw the girl from Ten holding a bloody knife. The Capitol girl's face was drained of color as she dropped the sandwich and clawed at her neck. Blood was pouring from her neck and down her fingers as the District 10 girl released her and gave her a small shove.

The Capitol girl stepped back, turning and reaching out, imploring the audience for help. People were either too stunned or too scared to respond. Many drew away as she fell to her knees and began to bleed out. You held no love for the Capitol, but you couldn’t help but pity the girl. It was a horrible way to die.

Coriolanus rushed towards the Capitol girl. Shouting for a medic. He must know her. Your heart dropped when you saw Peacekeepers shouldering their way toward the enclosure. The gunshots sounded almost immediately after. Bullets were fired into the cage without care of who they hit.

You sit stunned for a second as you watch the bullets pierce the District 10 girl's body. Treech practically throws himself toward you, pushing you behind the rock. The bullets continued firing, flying just past your heads.

Even when the gunshots died down, you and Treech remained on the ground. Both of you clinging tightly to one another. After enough time passed, you peeked out and saw soldiers swarming the place, clearing out the last remnants of the audience. Without warning, they swarmed the enclosure, dragging all of you to the back of the cage and lining you up with your hands on top of your heads.

As you stood there, you wondered if they were going to shoot all of you and get it over with. Maybe it would be easier if you died now. At least it would be quick.