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bloodlust by ejrt
Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
31 May 2025
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“Do we have any volunteers?”
Debra opens her mouth. “I volunteer as tribute!” Cato furrows his brow. The voice is too sweet. Too high and too intense to be the intended volunteer, who has always been slow. He wonders, vaguely, why his breath has caught in his throat, why there’s a sharpness in his chest, when his brain catches up with the rest of his body and he—
No.
Cato’s thoughts are jumbled as Clove crosses the stage, chin raised defiantly and dark eyes focused. He can’t let her go in there by herself. She’s fifteen, and she’s his partner, and he just can’t let her go. His chest feels too tight to carry the weight of his accelerating heart.
Without realizing he lunges forward and roars the words “I volunteer!” before the escort has even finished her next sentence.
His thoughts are still reeling as he takes his place next to Clove. He has the sudden, fleeting urge to reach out and grab her hand. She’s a mere foot away from him, but the distance has never felt greater.
or: a deep dive into the real star-crossed lovers of the 74th hunger games
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Gray couldn’t remember if he’d stripped before lying down or if he’d done it halfway through the night in his sleep, but when he got up in the middle of the night to piss, he was wearing nothing but his tightest pair of boxers.
He didn’t think much of it at all, until he opened the bathroom door and immediately found Juvia, sitting on the toilet with her shorts around her ankles and her bleary eyes in direct line-of-sight with his—
Why hadn’t she locked the fucking door?
Being Juvia’s roommate would be the perfect solution to Gray’s housing dilemma, but for one thing: his awful stripping habit, and their incredibly awful timing.
or: gray just cannot keep his clothes on, and juvia just cannot stop accidentally walking in on him naked
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“You’re such a nice boy,” Rose slurs, giggling, as Scorpius puts her weight on him. “I wonder why boys I don’t like keep giving me flowers. They aren’t very nice boys.”
Scorpius gives her a strange look. “What are you talking about?”
“It's not that I don’t like them,” Rose says with a dramatic sigh, ignoring Scorpius’ expression, “I just don’t want them to give me flowers.” Rose pauses, and her body weight doubles. Scorpius staggers. “I want flowers from you,” Rose decides.
Or: Five times a boy gave Rose Weasley flowers, and the one time she made a flower for a boy.