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The Songbird and the Rebel

pairings: lucy gray baird x gn!reader

summary: you love lucy. you would do anything for her. including throw yourself in with the wolves in order to protect her.

warnings: canon typical violence, minor SPOILERS FOR TBOSAS!!!! reader is gender neutral BUT takes the spot for male tribute, first person

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a/n: my first fanfic in a while (leilani if you see this leave) part 2?

Lucy Gray Baird was a name known to most in District 12.

If you don’t know her from when her and her covey arrived in District 12 with an array of songs, then you definitely know her from her singing in the bar or by the hanging tree.

In the quiet corners of my heart, there exists a profound narrative woven with the threads of affection and admiration for Lucy Gray Baird. To gaze upon her is to witness a kaleidoscope of beauty, each facet revealing a unique charm that, when combined, creates an enchanting tapestry of allure. Her presence is a gentle breeze, weaving through the tapestry of my days, leaving me breathless with the ethereal magic she brings.

Lucy Gray's eyes are like pools of liquid moonlight, reflecting a depth that seems to hold the secrets of the universe. When she casts her gaze upon me, it's as if time itself pauses, and in those moments, I find solace in the silent language exchanged between our souls. Her laughter, a melody that dances in the air, resonates with the sweetness of a thousand songbirds. Each note is a reminder that joy is not just an emotion, but a symphony composed by the mere existence of Lucy Gray.

Yet, it is in the cadence of her voice that the true enchantment unfolds. Her words are like a lyrical river, flowing with grace and carrying the weight of untold stories. The timbre, a harmonious blend of warmth and tenderness, wraps around my heart like a comforting embrace. Listening to Lucy Gray speak is akin to traversing a forest of ancient trees, each word a delicate leaf that rustles in the gentle breeze, revealing the wisdom etched into the very fabric of her being.

In the quietude of twilight, as the world settles into a hushed symphony, Lucy Gray's voice becomes a lullaby, a soothing melody that cradles my thoughts and lingers in the corridors of my dreams. It is a voice that navigates the complexities of emotion, painting vivid landscapes of understanding and empathy. With every syllable, she unveils a tapestry of connection, forging a bond that transcends the mundane and elevates our shared existence to a realm where love is not just a sentiment but a living, breathing entity.

To be in love with Lucy Gray Baird is to be immersed in a story where every chapter unfolds with the grace of a sonnet, and her enchanting voice serves as the narrator, guiding me through the intricacies of emotion with eloquence and poise. In her presence, time becomes an ephemeral concept, and the symphony of our shared moments resonates in the chambers of my heart, an everlasting ode to the captivating magic that is Lucy Gray.

As the calendar inches closer to that dreaded date, the annual arrival of the reaping, a shiver courses through my veins, and the spectre of fear looms large in the recesses of my thoughts. It's a perennial nightmare, a cyclical horror that etches its mark on my soul with each passing year. The looming prospect of the reaping casts a long, foreboding shadow over the days leading up to it, like an impending storm gathering its strength.

In the district, where life is a delicate dance on the precipice of survival, the reaping is the grand conductor orchestrating the symphony of anxiety that grips every heart. The Capitol's merciless tradition, designed to remind us of our vulnerability, is an annual ritual that plunges us into a maelstrom of uncertainty. As the day draws near, the atmosphere becomes thick with a palpable tension, a collective holding of breaths that echo the unspoken dread etched across the faces of my fellow citizens.

The fear is not merely a response to the capricious nature of the reaping; it is an acknowledgment of the ruthless lottery that defines our existence. Every year, the odds are a cruel reminder of the fragility of life, and as the names are drawn, the spectre of mortality hangs heavy in the air. It's a twisted game where the stakes are nothing less than life itself, and the chances of escape grow slimmer with each passing year.

Yet, in the recesses of my consciousness, a tiny flame of hope persists. Three more years, I tell myself, just three more before the shackles of this annual torment are lifted. The countdown becomes a mantra, a whispered reassurance that carries me through the darkest hours leading up to the reaping. I imagine a future where the weight of this fear is but a distant memory, where the spectre of the Capitol's malevolence no longer casts its sinister gaze upon my destiny.

Survival becomes an art, a delicate dance between evading the Capitol's scrutiny and navigating the treacherous currents of our district's harsh realities. With each passing reaping, the lessons learned, the alliances forged, and the scars accumulated become badges of a silent resistance against the Capitol's oppressive grip. As the clock ticks away, the urgency to outlast this infernal cycle intensifies, and I find solace in the belief that resilience will be my shield until the dawn of that promised freedom.

The reaping remains an annual crucible, but with each passing year, the embers of hope burn a little brighter. Three more years—a finite horizon that promises liberation from the perennial terror that shadows my days. Until then, I navigate the minefield of survival, driven by the unyielding determination to defy the odds and emerge from the crucible of the reaping with the scars of endurance etched upon my soul.

Lost in the tapestry of my daydreams, where the edges of reality blur into the realms of imagination, I found myself wading through the ethereal landscapes of distant thoughts. The cadence of a country twang, like a gentle breeze, pulled me back from the reverie, and there she was – Lucy Gray Baird, a vision of warmth and southern charm.

"What's wrong, darling?" Lucy Gray's voice, dripping with honeyed tones, sliced through the cocoon of my musings. Startled, I looked up to find her gaze fixed on me, a playful twinkle in her eyes that made my heart flutter.

Shaking my head to dispel the lingering fragments of my daydreams, I stammered out a feeble response, "Oh, nothing, just lost in thought."

Lucy Gray's expression shifted to a quizzical 'really?' as she cocked her head to the side. It was as if she could read the unsaid, decipher the hidden nuances beneath the surface of my demeanour. Unable to support the charade, I sighed and admitted, "Just thinking about tomorrow."

Her brow furrowed with concern, and Lucy Gray, with a sincerity that belied the playful banter, insisted, "We're not getting picked, darling. Trust me."

The assurance, while comforting, collided with the grim reality that haunted the eve of every reaping. "Lucy Gray, you can't be sure. The odds are never in our favour," I argued, my voice laced with the weight of impending dread.

An animated debate unfolded, our words clashing like opposing currents in a tempestuous sea. Lucy Gray, with an unwavering confidence, insisted that fate would spare us, while I, burdened by the grim statistics of our district, could not share her optimism. The tension escalated, transforming a mere disagreement into a storm of conflicting emotions.

With a heavy sigh, I declared, "I can't afford false hope, Lucy Gray. I need to face the reality of our situation."

Lucy Gray's eyes darkened with disappointment, and her lips formed a thin line. "You don't have to face it alone, darling," she murmured, her voice now devoid of its earlier playfulness.

In the aftermath of our heated exchange, the room echoed with the haunting silence of unresolved tension. Unable to bear the weight of the unspoken, I stormed out, leaving behind a tumultuous atmosphere that lingered in the air like a palpable storm. The door swung shut behind me, closing the chapter on a disagreement that lingered in the corridors of my conscience.

As I walked away, the shadows of doubt and fear clung to me like a relentless spectre. Tomorrow's reaping loomed on the horizon, and amid our clash, the uncertain fate that awaited us cast a shadow on the camaraderie between Lucy Gray and me.

The morning of the reaping dawned with an eerie stillness, the air thick with tension as I stood flanked by my brothers, a tight knot of apprehension settling in the pit of my stomach. The proximity to them, a meagre comfort in the face of the impending ordeal, offered a silent solidarity that spoke of shared fears and unspoken bonds.

As the announcer's voice echoed through the square, a collective hush fell over the assembled crowd. My gaze scanned the sea of faces, searching for Lucy Gray amid the sea of anxious expressions. But she was nowhere to be found, and a gnawing unease crept into my thoughts.

The dread reached its zenith when the familiar twang of the announcer's voice pierced the air, uttering those fateful words that sent shockwaves through my world. "Lucy Gray Baird."

Time seemed to grind to a halt as her name reverberated through the square. A sharp intake of breath echoed through the crowd, and my brothers and I exchanged glances, our eyes mirroring the disbelief that clung to our collective consciousness. Lucy Gray, the beacon of defiance and warmth, had been ensnared by the merciless claws of the reaping.

A murmur rippled through the crowd as Lucy Gray emerged, her steps deliberate yet exuding an air of unrestrained rebellion. As she approached the podium, the atmosphere crackled with a palpable tension. Instead of submitting to the Capitol's ritual humiliation, Lucy Gray took matters into her own hands.

In a daring act of defiance, she slipped a snake into the folds of the mayor's daughter's dress, a calculated rebellion that unfolded like a subversive ballet. Gasps of astonishment and screams of fear spread through the crowd as Lucy Gray stood there, an embodiment of resistance against the Capitol's oppression.

Her gaze, a beacon of unyielding determination, sought me out in the crowd. Our eyes locked in a silent exchange, a communion of understanding that transcended the barriers of the Capitol's surveillance. In that fleeting moment, I saw not just defiance but a plea for solidarity, a shared understanding of the injustice that had befallen her.

The Covey, recognizing their songbird in distress, began to sing. Their harmonies, a haunting melody of sorrow and defiance, wove through the square, amplifying the rebellious spirit that Lucy Gray embodied. It was a serenade for a fallen comrade, a hymn of resistance that reverberated through the hearts of those who dared to challenge the Capitol's iron grip.

As Lucy Gray stood there, surrounded by the harmonies of the Covey, I felt an indescribable mixture of emotions. Anguish, for the injustice that had befallen her; admiration, for her unyielding spirit; and a lingering sense of guilt for the moments of doubt that had clouded our camaraderie. The reaping square transformed into a stage for a silent revolution, and Lucy Gray, with her audacious act, had become the unwitting protagonist in a tale of defiance and sacrifice.

Driven by a surge of emotions that transcended reason, I pushed forward through the tightly packed crowd, determination burning in my veins. The air crackled with tension as I reached the front, and my heart pounded in my chest like a war drum. Lucy Gray's name lingered in the air, a haunting echo that reverberated through the square.

As I stumbled towards the platform, the weight of the moment settled on my shoulders. My voice trembled, but a resolute conviction carried me forward. "I volunteer!"

Lucy Gray, standing defiantly on the podium, shot me a perplexed frown. A silent exchange passed between us, a question lingering in her eyes. Why would I jeopardize my own safety for her? But there was no time for explanations as the Capitol's relentless proceedings demanded swift adherence.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Lucy Gray gestured towards me, her eyes mirroring a silent plea for me to reconsider. But I couldn't back down now. I couldn't let Lucy Gray face the Capitol's brutality alone.

"I volunteer to take the place of Jessup Diggs!" The words hung in the air, a courageous declaration that seemed to confound the very fabric of the reaping ceremony. Murmurs of uncertainty rippled through the crowd, unsure if such a deviation from the Capitol's script was permissible.

The Capitol's enforcers hesitated, caught off guard by the unprecedented turn of events. The air was thick with uncertainty, the collective gasp of the onlookers amplifying the tension that permeated the square. Jessup Diggs looked bewildered, unsure whether to be grateful or worried for the unexpected twist of fate.

Before the Capitol's enforcers could make sense of the situation, Jessup was roughly thrown down from the stage. A jolt of realization surged through the crowd, the unspoken understanding that the Capitol's machinations brooked no dissent. I was seized by unseen hands, dragged up to the platform, and away from the tumultuous sea of faces.

As I was pulled away, my eyes sought out Lucy Gray, who now stood alone, a solitary figure in the midst of the chaotic spectacle. Her gaze met mine, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. In that moment, I saw gratitude mixed with an unspoken sadness, a recognition of the sacrifice made in the name of defiance.

The cheers and protests of the crowd faded into the background as I was led away from the square, the consequences of my impulsive decision looming ahead. In the face of the Capitol's cruelty, I had dared to challenge the script, to rewrite the narrative of the reaping. The road ahead was uncertain, but as I cast a last glance at Lucy Gray Baird, standing alone on the podium, I knew that the seeds of rebellion had been sown, and the repercussions of my choice would resonate far beyond the confines of the reaping square.

#elijah writes #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray #lucy gray baird x reader #gn #gn reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tbosas x reader #x you #tbosas x you #the ballard of songbirds and snakes x reader

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lovelybeesthings · 5 months

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Loved you then love u now! 2

Coriolanus Snow x reader

Word count: 2.k

Context: Part 2 of “The One That Got Away” and ending

A/N: I Need this man biblically 😭

Chapter 1

As Coriolanus's eyes long from afar never one leaving the direction of Y/n the event moves on and people start to dance Y/n makes her way onto the dance floor in her elegant gown.

His eyes never leave her the way her dress moves with her as she spins after a couple of songs she changes partners now pared with the man he saw her with earlier.

His eyes catch on how her eyes look at him the exact same way she'd lean upon him once upon a time, oh how foolish he thought to himself to believe the girl from District 12 was his soulmate when a divine angle had followed him all along.

His jaw clenched seeing the lovely smile and the way her lashes fluttered for some knockoff version of him he knew Y/n had to hold some feelings left for Coriolanus and if he got rid of this replacement for her dream man, himself Coriolanus Snow.

He'd repeated in his mind that night in her bedroom where they had shared an inmate moment he swore it was just his feelings being redirected to someone he knew he could be with but when Y/n had shown she had cared for himself so much she’d give him up for him to be with Lucy.

He took a sip of his drink watching her twirl her cheerful smile as the song soon ended, this was his chance he took one final sip placed the glass on the table, and soon fixed his red coat and walked over to the dance floor smiling.

As the song had finished I grinned at Devesh so happy in the moment but soon noticed how his head moved I too turned my head and saw Coriolanus he looked absolutely amazing making my heartbeat go crazy but I still held my composure.

“Corio, what's going on?” I say with a genuine answer and a sweet smile “I wanted to dance with you Y/n I hope this gentleman that's accompanying you wouldn't mind right” he responds but when he talks about Devesh he looks at him giving a cold stare.

“Uh well only a couple of dances” I day trying to break the cold mode as Devesh gave Coriolanus a pissed-off look smiling, I grabbed Croyo's hand and moved to a different spot in the ballroom trying not to cause a bigger scene “What was that croyo!” I say as we begin to dance one of his hands on my waist and the other one with mine as we spin the music plays “I don’t understand what you're attempting to say Y/n?” He says making me huff as I pout.

“Don't try one of your mind games I know you!” I say as my dress twirls when he spins me others gather around watching us commenting on our dance or how lovely we look next to one another.

“I not doing anything I mean I was trying to dance with you and the gentleman you were with seemed agitated with my question,” he says in that tone as he knows better the time he'd always speak to me like I'm some kind of child.

“Deveshe is not like that he's just upset because he knows my past with you” I see his smug look but quickly goes to his poker face “So he knows about our kiss right?” he says “He knows about the kiss we had for a second before you ran off with your songbird”

With the mention to Lucy, his face turns cold “I was blinded to what I thought was love a mistake on my part Y/n” he says as we dance the waltz “I think I can understand that I used to think that with you” I say bluffing trying to seem bold and confident yearning he doesn't notice my falsehood.

“Really?” he says and then pulls me closer making me jump in surprise at his actions he soon smiles “You say that but your cheeks are rosy and the way your heart pounds is a different story to me” My face flushes with feeling “Well youre simply to close that's all now I think I'm done dancing” I say giving a curtsy and walk back to Devesh.

I can't her leave me “Y/n, please listen” I say as I hold her wrist before she can leave she turns her head giving an innocent confused look “What's the matter with you?” she says genuinely confused “I can't let you leave me from the time I spent in the distracts I believed I loved someone and they did to me but I was foolish all I love all I want is You”

I speak genuinely letting down my guard for her before making sure no one is watching her lift her hand to my face and caress it while the warmth of her skinny fragile hand spreads to me I lean to the touch “Why do you have to be selfish?” I look at her crying “It was hard moving on and once my life goes back on track you come back to me telling me how you realize you love me!”

Tears fall down her angled face “I know, but let me be selfish we can forget and start again no Lucy Gray no Devesh” I say trying to persuade the girl I love, her face looks unsure as she collects herself “Okay, but you can't walk out of my life at all not again” a smile creeps on my lips as I pull her in for a kiss she follows as we explore each other mouths.

We soon come back to my upgraded apartment “is your grandmama and Tigris here?” She questions in her long dress and my red coat over her “No they left for some small gathering for fashion designers” I say smirking as I lead her to my room and throw a log in the fireplace “Croyo can you help take off this gown I mean it's gorgeous but it's not keeping me warm!”

I chuckle at her words and walk over to her unzipping her dress I can't help to blush to see her bra and panties as she soon puts my shirt over her I quickly change into a more comfortable sleepwear and get under covers with her “Can we cuddle?” she says with an innocent look making me nod she shuffles closer and I wrap my hands around her.

“I love you, I promise when I build my empire you'll be my queen” I whisper into her ear and kiss her forehead as we both fall into slumber warm with each other body temperature.

IN THE END, THEY LIVED HAPPILY IN OLD AGE BUT LIKE YOU KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES?

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stromuprisahat · 8 months

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You can’t take my past. You can’t take my history. You could take my pa, But his name’s a mystery. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping. You can’t take my charm. You can’t take my humor. You can’t take my wealth, ’Cause it’s just a rumor. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping. Thinking you’re so fine. Thinking you can have mine. Thinking you’re in control. Thinking you’ll change me, maybe rearrange me. Think again, if that’s your goal, ’Cause . . . You can’t take my sass. You can’t take my talking. You can kiss my ass And then keep on walking. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping. No, sir, Nothing you can take from me is worth dirt. Take it, ’cause I’d give it free. It won’t hurt. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping!

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (Suzanne Collins)

#The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes #TBoSaS Chapter 2 #Lucy Gray Baird #Lucy Gray's first song #V #books #quotes #Suzanne Collins

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from-memphis-with-love · 22 days

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Come and hang around a spell...

About me: Obsessed with Elvis for 25+ years. It's a problem.

About you: Hungry for some fanfic? Let me take you on a ride. All of my work can contain NSFW language and themes, so please be warned.

Magic Man Elvis breaks in a virgin. Mid'70s!Elvis. One-shot. Gambling on Your Love Mid-'60s Elvis is stuck in a dead end film career that he hates. Until he meets one Francesca Ferrara, a triple threat from Brooklyn on a meteoric rise whose talent rivals his own. The Colonel is determined to put a stop to their hot and heavy romance at any cost, fearing it may hurt his client's career. But Elvis has other plans. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Songbird The year is 1969. The place is the International Hotel. Valerie Pedretti has a chance encounter with Elvis Presley in an elevator that will change her life forever. Chapter 1 - The Handsome Stranger Chapter 2 - Echoes of Stardust Chapter 3 - Dinner and a Show The King's Counsel What if Elvis fired Colonel Parker after the 1968 Comeback Special, regaining control over his life... and finding new love? (Link to come) Peaches You tried so hard to help your husband. But he had a million mouths to feed, and he needed those pills--or so he said. (Link to come) 1849 It's 1849 and the height of the Oregon Trail. Pearl, an innocent and inexperienced young woman, is plucked from the prairie and into a marriage with rough and tumble rancher Elvis Presley. She's practically paralyzed with fear on their wedding night. But all is not what it seems. He is actually loving and kind with her, and, with a little gentle coaxing, she soon comes to find out the true meaning of what her husband affectionately calls his "manly duties." One-shot.

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valeskafics · 5 months

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"Dance Of The Dragons" Chapter Five: Torn - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Rocker AU)

Catch Up On This Series HERE.

Summary: You go on your date with Alys and it ends up being interrupted and the semifinals approach.

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, mentions of infidelity, mentions of character deaths

Word Count: 2,445 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

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Songs Used In This Chapter: "Torn" (originally by Natalie Imbruglia, here written by Reader), "Lost in Stereo" (originally by All Time Low, here written by Aemond) "Gone Too Soon" (originally by Simple Plan, here written by Y/N)

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Helaena, Baela, Rhaena, Aemond, Jace, Aegon, and Luke are seated in varying areas around the restaurant where you and Alys are supposed to be meeting. Luke, the little freak that he is, has brought a pair of binoculars with him, and a pack of walkie talkies, one of which he’s given Aemond, who he has deemed the leader of this “mission”, the other to Aegon.

“Eagle 1 to Eagle 2,” Luke says in a low voice, “The songbird is in the nest.”

Baela drops her menu and snatches Aemond’s walkie talkie from him to yell at her little brother, “Speak English!”

“Your friend is at her table. No sign of Alys yet. We’re T minus five-“

“ENGLISH!”

“They’re supposed to meet in five minutes- oh, there’s her date!”

You stand up when you see Alys. She looks absolutely gorgeous. She’s wearing a pretty pinup style dress that shows off her sleeve of tattoos and her makeup game is impeccable. When Alys sees you, her jaw almost drops to the floor.

“You look,” she says, a bit awestruck, “Wow…”

“Thanks,” you smile, giving her a quick hug.

Alys hugs you back and takes the seat opposite you.

Baela speaks into the walkie talkie she snatched from Aemond, “Does anyone have a visual on this bitch’s face?”

“Negative, sis,” Luke states, eating some of the bread rolls the waiter has just delivered to the table, earning a disgusted look from Jace as the younger boy stuffs his face on Aemond’s dime.

“Do you guys really think this is Alys Alys?” Jace asks, grabbing the walkie talkie, “I mean, it’s a common name. She could’ve meant ‘Alice’ like Alice in Chains-“

“It’s not Alice in fucking Chains!” Aemond snaps a bit too loudly.

Aegon turns from his table and scolds him for the benefit of the other diners, “Young man, watch your potty mouth! There are children present!”

“Fuck you, you dumb cunt!”

You and Alys ignore whatever the hell is going on a few tables over and continue chatting. She tells you about how she’s really into witchy stuff and the occult, which you actually find very cool and interesting. She asks you about your band and how you got together. And it’s going really well. Until she gets up to use the restroom.

That’s when you see seven people across the restaurant stand up and for a moment, you think you’re about to witness an armed robbery.

You shriek and get under the table, “Please, I’m poor, don’t hurt me!”

Rhaena groans and drags you out, “You fucking moron, it’s us.”

“The fuck?!”

Everyone gathers around your table and glares at Alys, but the most vicious of all the stares is Aemond.

“This is my girlfriend, Alys. Alys, this is the lead singer of Helaena’s band.”

You look between the two of them, “What kinda fuckin’ Upside Down parallel Darkest Timeline shit have I entered here?”

Alys begins panicking, “Aemy… Y/N… I can explain!”

“Aemy doesn’t want to have anything to do with you, you cheating skank!” Baela growls, standing in front of Aemond protectively, “And neither does my friend!”

“Wait,” you pause, “That boyfriend you ‘broke up with’… Who you got that album for… That was Aemond…”

Helaena looks at Alys and frowns, “You know, I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you’re just a very mean person!”

“Oh, quit preaching at me Septa Helaena,” Alys snaps, “It’s not like Aemond wasn’t fucking fawning over her when he was supposed to be dating me,” she turns to Aemond now and glares, “I saw those fucking lyrics, Aemond! ‘Lips of an Angel’? You’re just as big of a piece of shit as I am.”

“That was my personal shit, Alys,” Aemond says angrily, “You had no right to be going through that-”

“You know what?” you say, “This is not my relationship, not my place. I’m out of here. Fuck you both,” you turn to Aemond, “You’re an asshole for flirting with me when you had a girlfriend and you,” you whirl on Alys next, “You’re an asshole for fucking approaching me under false pretenses, making me like you, and lying to me!”

“But I do like you!” Alys calls after you, covering her face and bursting into tears.

Aemond stares after you helplessly, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Both Alys and Aemond hurl insults at the other until Alys finally admits, “Fine! I followed you one day to her record store and I guess I just saw what you liked in whoever this skank was so much and we just clicked!”

Luke lets out a low whistle, “Can someone take me back to school? It’s almost lunch period and it’s pizza day.”

“You just ate fifty dollars worth of food,” Aemond gives him a disbelieving look.

“I’m a growing boy.”

The semifinals are fast approaching and you decide to try and put all of this behind you and focus on your band.

During a particularly slow hour at the record store, you pull out your acoustic and start strumming, trying to put your emotions about Alys, who you’d genuinely thought you could see yourself dating, into words.

You strum a few chords and start singing, “I thought I saw a girl brought to life. She was warm, she came around like she was dignified. She showed me what it was to cry.” And then the anger sets in, “Well you couldn't be that girl that I adored. You don't seem to know, or seem to care what your heart is for. I don't know her anymore.” Your strumming becomes a little more intense as you continue, “There's nothin' where she used to lie. Our conversation has run dry. That’s what's goin' on. Nothing’s fine, I'm torn. I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel. I’m cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor.”

Alys walks into the store, hoping to speak with you, but she hides in the corner and listens to you sing. She leaves without saying a word, knowing that she has ruined this to the point of no return.

“Illusion never changed into something real. I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You’re a little late. I’m already torn.”

Aemond comes into your record store as you’re finishing strumming the last few chords and he looks like he’s genuinely sorry, “Look, I-”

“I shouldn’t have called you an asshole,” you say simply, “You never told me you don’t have a girlfriend. It was harmless flirting and it’s none of my business what was happening in your relationship. Let’s call a truce and put this whole thing behind us.”

Aemond nods before speaking again, “For the record… I don’t have a girlfriend anymore.”

“Yeah, after the whole both of you guys hitting on the same chick, I didn’t really see the relationship lasting.”

He gives you an awkward little smile before handing you the record he wants to buy and watching you ring him up.

Aemond’s gaze is of course drawn to you the moment you enter the venue for the semifinals, admiring your ripped skinny jeans and your Cobain shirt, your messy hair and eyeliner. He stares at you, feels completely and entirely paralyzed. Like he can’t even breathe.

After checking in and both of your bands doing an initial soundcheck, the seven of you decide to head out for a band dinner, in honor of the semifinals. And it ends up being… Really fun. You sit next to Aemond and it turns out he isn’t just the snobby rich boy that you’ve thought he is all along. The guy actually has a decent sense of humor and, as you already know, solid music taste.

“The Battle of the Bands winner actually gets to tour with the Direwolves,” Aemond informs you, his arm draped across the back of your chair as he speaks, gazing at you intently, “That’s a huge career boost. It could really put any band on the map.”

“Ah, but you gotta place in the semis before we even think about the finals,” you point out, winking at him, “And there’s a chance neither of our bands will.”

“You’re a bit of a pessimist,” he smirks, “I respect that. But to be quite honest, I think either of the bands has a very solid chance of winning.”

“I hope so.”

“Won’t it be awkward going on tour with the Starks though?” Aegon pipes in, interrupting your conversation, giving Jace a sly little smile, “Considering Jace fucked their bassist?”

You turn to see Jace blushing bright red, “Sara Snow? She’s super talented and gorgeous. I don’t blame you.”

Jace turns to you and nods, the tips of his ears turning red, “Yeah, uh, Sara and I were a thing but it was a few years ago. Not sure why Aegon felt like it was necessary to bring it up. I’m a fuckin’ professional and Sara and I don’t have any hard feelings-”

Aegon holds back a little snicker. Seeing Jace get all defense like this is hilarious, especially since he knows his cousin still has feelings for Sara. The two of them watch as you and Aemond return to your conversation, smiling to themselves at the positive turn your relationship has taken in spite of all the craziness with Alys.

When you return to the venue, the seven of you wait backstage. And it is beyond nerve wracking. You see Helaena start picking at her nails, a habit you know she picked up from her mom. You take her hand to stop her. She smiles at you in thanks, all of you buzzing with nervous energy.

This is going to either make or break you.

The boys have the last slot of the night and you the second to last, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing in that you’ll be fresh in the judges’ minds when it comes time to vote. A curse in that it’s made you all form a gigantic ball of anxiety.

When you are finally called to come up on stage, you all get into a huddle quickly. You and the girls close your eyes in your usual pre-show ritual, manifesting a successful set. And it goes well, incredibly so. You and the girls play your hearts out, like there’s no tomorrow, playing each of your best songs.

When it’s time for your last song of the night, a new one you’ve written for Cerelle, you turn and glance at your bandmates who all give you encouraging smiles. This is the only slow song of your set and, with their help, you managed to write something that hurt a bit less than your other song for her.

“Hey there now,” you sing, your voice more mellow than with the others you’ve been singing, “Where’d you go? You left me here so unexpected. You changed my life, I hope you know ‘cause now I’m lost, so unprotected. In the blink of an eye, I never got to say goodbye,” you swallow thickly and belt out the chorus, “Like a shooting star flying across the room, so fast so far, you were gone too soon. You’re a part of me and I’ll never be the same here without you. You were gone too soon.”

On the bridge, everyone joins in and sings, supporting you as you begin to tear up, “Shine on, shine on, on to a better place. Shine on, shine on, we’ll never be the same. Shine on, shine on…”

Aemond watches from backstage, a lump in his throat as he thinks of his own father while the song plays. There’s something about the lyrics combined with your voice that makes the whole thing very emotional for him. And it’s like there’s this glowing aura about you as you sing. He can’t quite explain it. Almost like a halo.

Soon, it’s his turn to go up, but just before he does, you approach him.

“Your bandana’s off center,” you tell him, leaning over to fix it, “Lemme get that for you.”

Aemond feels your soft fingertips graze against his forehead and hairline as you adjust his bandana and lets out a sharp breath through his nose. He stares at you with his good eye, knowing his gaze is probably a tad too intense for most people. But, he thinks to himself, You aren’t most people. Your red lips part in a lazy smile and again he remembers that fucking song he wrote for you.

Lips of an Angel.

Yeah, you do have the lips of an angel. You pat his chest and walk over to the side of the stage where you and the girls will be watching from. Aemond can’t take his gaze away from you as he takes the lead on “Lost In Stereo”, and you realize the song weirdly echoes your interactions with him. You wonder if maybe he’s the one who wrote it.

“She’s dancing alone, I’m ready to go but she’s so,” Aemond sings, staring straight at you, “Lost in stereo, lost in stereo. She’s out of control, so beautiful, lost in stereo, lost in stereo. And I’ve been waiting for so long but she’ll never know. I’m losing hope cuz she’s so lost in stereo, lost in stereo.”

You lean against an amp, watching his fingers move along the neck of the guitar, pouring his heart and soul into the song.

“And I’m just like cellophane, cuz she sees right through me I know…”

The two of you lock eyes as he finishes out the song, “She’s so lost in stereo, lost in stereo.”

After the boys finish their set, you all head backstage to wait with the other bands, anxiety building as you wait to hear the competition results. In twenty minutes, you’ll know if you’ve made the finals. If you’re going to have a chance to tour with one of your favorite bands and get signed to a major label. To fully pursue the thing you love most. The seven of you watch the monitor that shows what’s going on stage intently, waiting for the announcer to speak. You absentmindedly grab Aemond’s thigh, looking for someone to ground you. He raises an eyebrow and rests his hand on top of yours.

“And the winner of the Battle of the Bands semifinals is…” the announcer says in an over the top voice… “Well, in an unprecedented turn of events, the judges have selected two winners. The Dance of the Dragons and The Doom of Old Valyria will both be advancing to the Battle of the Bands finals!”

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