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~My Songbird~

Fem Oc x Lucy Gray

Reneé Rapp as OC.

Summary: Ana, a respected student and member of the capital finds her morals challenged when she becomes the mentor of the first tribute known as Lucy Gray.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, character loss, eventual smut in later chapters.

~Chapter 1~

In a dystopian world ravaged by war and poverty, 18-year-old Lucy Gray struggles to survive in District 12, the poorest and most marginalized district in the nation of Panem. After being reaped as a tribute for the 10th annual Hunger Games, Lucy found herself in the spotlight.

Back at the capitol, everyone was preparing for the games, some to getting ready to watch, some getting ready to teach. Among them is Ana, a fierce and ambitious student from the capitol, who is assigned to mentor Lucy Gray, a cunning and independent girl from District 12.

“District 12: Female. Lucy Gray”, the announcer called. A young woman with long locks of brunette hair and a colorful gown made her way up to the stage, sporting a detailed floral corset. “She looks like a clown”, Arachne, your topical cliche rich mean girl laughed. Everyone gasped in surprise once she placed a snake in the dress of the mayors daughter before she was escorted forcefully to the stage.

She took a good look around at her surroundings before she began to sing. “Is she really singing right now?”, Arachne snickered as she saw Lucy Gray perform on the reaping stage. Ana rolled her eyes at this before returning her focus to the screen. She lightly smiled, finding the girl to be intriguing. Her voice was smooth like honey, and she had found her dress to be pretty. It was unique, it was colorful, it was very… Lucy Gray.

~Time Skip~

The time has come for the tributes to make their way to the capitol. Ana waited with a white rose in hand, sucking in a nervous breath as the train made an abrupt stop in front of her.

She flushed when the stunning tribute poked her head out of the caboose. Lucy Gray looked down, and to her surprise was met with her mentor. Ana held out a hand to help her out of the train, offering her a kind smile. Hesitantly, Lucy grabbed her hand and let her help her down.

“Hello, my name is Ana. I am going to be your mentor.”, the girl introduced herself. “I’m sorry that you were just thrown into this with no choice, but I just want you to know that I will do all I can to ensure you are brought home safely”, she explained, offering her the rose.

Lucy tilted her head. She didn’t expect to meet a member of the capitol who treated her like a human. However, she still was skeptical. She took the rose and thanked her, offering a small smile.

The small moment of silence was interrupted as a group of peacekeepers began to forcefully group all the tributes together, forcing them into a metal carriage to be transported to the capitol zoo.

Ana made sure the peacekeepers weren’t looking before she sprinted towards the carriage, jumping inside just before the doors closed.

“You lost pretty girl?”, a tall man by the name of Reaper teased, causing Ana to flinch uncomfortably. “Nope. I love it here, this is a very nice carriage”, she hummed. “Well, I think you’ve got the wrong one.”, a girl with short red hair threatened. Coral was her name, her mere presence gave Ana an uneasy feeling.

“Let’s kill her!”, one of the tributes yelled, a group of them backing her into a corner. “No!-” Lucy began before everyone let out a scream as the carriage started to shake. Distressed noises could be heard as the doors opened, causing everyone to fall out.

Ana groaned as she got up, eyes widening in horror as she saw they were enclosed in a large cage. “The capitol zoo? What the fuck..”, she mumbled. She turned her head towards the sound of a frustrated huff, her eyes met with Lucy Gray’s. The district 12 girl awkwardly looked up at her, cheeks flushing as Ana reached down with her hand to help her up.

“Thank you”, she rushed out, brushing off her dress. Their heads shot in the direction of a loud voice.

“Hello all and welcome to the 10th annual Hunger Games! I’m your host, Lucky Flickerman and- wait a minute”, he squinted in the direction of Ana. “You’re wearing the academy colors. What are you doing in there?” He asked.

Hesitantly, Ana made her way towards the fence, gasping onto the cold metal bars. “Well, I wanted to make a good impression. Had to show my dear tribute that she wasn’t alone in this. Besides, I’m all for an adventure”, she grinned, placing her hands on her hips.

“Ah, impressive! And what, may I ask, is your name?” Lucky asked.

“The names Ana, Ana Barlowe, and this here is the talented Lucy Gray”, she took her hand and brought her forward.

“Lucy Gray! Tell me about yourself”, Lucky said. Lucy took a quick look around before starting.

“Well as you know my name is Lucy Gray, and I guess you can say I’m from all over. My family, The Covey, travels around the world to perform. That is until we were forced into staying in district 12 and majority of us were killed off”, she stated.

Lucky awkwardly smiled at the camera. “So you’re from district 12 then?” he asked.

Lucy offered a fake smile before responding. “I guess you could say that.”

The conversation was then interrupted when a group of peacekeepers stormed the zoo, forcefully dragging Ana out of the enclosure.

Lucy tried to protest, her pleas being ignored. Before they could completely separate Ana from the enclosure, she took Lucy’s hand in her own, quickly whispering, “I’ll come find you, don’t worry.”

Lucy helplessly watched as they escorted Ana away from the zoo. Ana gave her a sympathetic look before turning around.

~Time Skip~

Ana made her way to the capitol zoo, having snuck past the peacekeepers as the clock struck midnight.

She ran towards the fence, calling out for Lucy in a hushed tone. A smile appeared onto her face as the girl emerged from her original position.

Lucy made her way to the girl, wrapping her fingers around the metal bars. “Hello”, she greeted, a light blush coloring her face.

“I brought you something”, Ana whispered, handing her a small wrapped package containing 10 sandwiches, and a small loaf of bread. There was also a large flask of water, she could share these items with her fellow tributes.

“Eat up, love, you’ve got a big day ahead of yourself.” Lucy’s heart fluttered at the name she was called. Ana bent down to her knees, sitting on the other side as Lucy sat to cross her legs.

“Thank you so much”, she smiled, taking a bite out of the sandwich. She almost moaned at the taste, as she hadn’t eaten in days.

Ana grinned at her. shit. She thought to herself. She was growing attached to the girl infront of her, and she didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. These games were dangerous, and she couldn’t bare with herself if anything happened to her.

She hesitantly reached her hand through the bars, affectionately brushing a few stray strands of dark hair out of Lucy’s face. Lucy blushed at this, smiling widely as she let herself rest against the bars, giving her the best embrace she could.

“I’ll do everything I can to make sure you win, whatever it takes. I don’t want anything to happen to you”, Ana sighed. Their fingers interlocked, a tender silence forming between them.

“I’ll be here tomorrow at the same time after our tour of the arena, I’ve got to go now. Please eat”, she uttered. Lucy locked eyes with her, brown meeting blue.

Both girls sucked in a breath, an uneasy tension building as the games got closer by each passing second.

“Goodbye.. and thank you”, she whispered, earning a nod in response.

She watched from afar as Ana quietly ran off, making sure not to alert anyone.

Till tomorrow.., Lucy thought to herself, her heart racing.

Ana

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[poisonlove]

To trust.... you? | Lucy Gray

Lucy gray x fem reader

The gray of the sky reflected in tense faces and streets still marked by war marked the tenth anniversary of Capitol's Victory over the districts. Ten years of oppression that still echoed in the open wounds of society.

That year, in the insidious game of the Hunger Games, the 12 districts found themselves facing amplified cruelty. No longer were two tributes randomly drawn, but an intricate and ruthless tournament with separate female and male competitions in arenas.

In this special edition for Capitol City, each district had to send not one, but two tributes of both sexes, bringing the total to 48 tributes. The stakes were higher, and the air was tense as the boys and girls from District 12 faced an even more uncertain fate in this game orchestrated by Capitol cruelty.

Y/N Y/S and Lucy Gray were the girls destined to fight in this arena.

Y/N Pov's

My breath is ragged as I stare anxiously at the Arena screen. Every countdown from the charismatic host Lucky Flickerman tightens my heart, creating an atmosphere laden with anxiety. Each second lost in those numbers is a step closer to the unknown, a uncertain dance with destiny.

I quickly shift my attention to my District 12 companion, Lucy Gray. The only thing I knew about her is that she's an excellent singer, as she demonstrated during the tribute selection.

I see her on the other side of the Arena, eyes as black as coal gleaming with challenge as she watches the screen. Her ruffled, colorful skirt stands out remarkably in this dark and colorless environment, making her almost a visible beacon to the enemy.

And speaking of enemies, there's no doubt that the girls from Districts 4, 2, and 7 are the most dangerous. Not because of social matters, slightly better off than ours, but due to their impressive physical presence. They are robust, muscular, and in this lethal context, their strength makes them formidable adversaries.

"I just need to run and hide," I mutter distractedly, recalling the words of my mentor Coriolanus Snow. Lucy Gray, with her mentor Sejanus Plinth, prepares for the sound of the gong, and the fierce struggle among the girls begins.

I find myself almost disoriented in that area, intimidated by the cries and the sounds of swords and knives among the girls. I widen my eyes and throw myself to the ground, seeing a trident flying in my direction.

"Please, don't do this!" I exclaim in terror.

The girl from District 6 walks determinedly toward me, retrieving the trident she had thrown. "There's no room for mercy here. We survive or die, and you're in my way," she declares venomously.

I retreat in fear, dragging my palms on the arena ground, aware that my end might be imminent. The girl from District 6 raises the trident, ready to strike when suddenly a knife lodges in her neck. Her gaze instantly fades, and I find myself staring at the scene in wide-eyed surprise.

I quickly get up, ready to flee, when a sharp pain in my leg stops me. With gritted teeth, I turn and see the girl from District 11, with a sly look and a barely perceptible disappointment for missing the shot.

"You'll be mine… girl from 12," she murmurs with an unsettling smile, announcing my imminent death sentence.

I pull out the knife and, with the other hand, apply pressure to my leg.

With determination, I begin to walk towards the underground, trying to avoid further unpleasant encounters. The pain in my leg is a constant reminder of the brutality of this Arena, and my determination ignites as I seek refuge in the darkest recesses of the hostile environment.

I sneak into a room, the escape from the Arena's fury etched in my tired eyes. I slump near a wall, feeling the weight of exhaustion and the throbbing pain from the leg wound. The room offers a moment of respite, but the labored breath reveals physical and mental fatigue.

To my surprise, Lucy Gray is there, also seeking refuge. Our eyes meet in an instant, a palpable tension in the adrenaline-charged air.

I shaky point the knife at Lucy, eager to defend myself. In a gesture of surrender, she raises her hands.

"I don't want to hurt you," Lucy whispers, her gaze fixed on the knife in my hand.

I flash a sarcastic smile. "And how do I know that? We're in the Hunger Games; you can't trust anyone," I murmur, holding back the pain in my leg.

"I understand… but I have no reason to attack you… of course, if you do, I'll be forced to defend myself," Lucy says, cautiously advancing in my direction.

"Stop right there," I state seriously, the hand still unsteady.

Lucy looks at me with eyes sparkling with curiosity. Her gaze lands on my bleeding leg. "I could help you," she murmurs softly. "It doesn't look like a good wound," she adds, grimacing.

"Don't even think about it," I retort through gritted teeth.

"We come from the same district… can't we have a truce?" she asks, sounding annoyed.

I consider her proposal, recognizing that help would be advantageous at this moment. "We're destined to kill each other sooner or later, but maybe we can make the journey a bit more interesting," I exclaim, looking at her carefully, my vision starting to blur from the effort.

"You made a wise choice, girl from 12. We're stronger together," Lucy exclaims with a small smile on her lips.

"Y/N," I murmur, shaking the knife, pointing it at Lucy. "If I die, at least you'll know my name," I confess, and she looks at me attentively. "Lucy," she whispers, and I chuckle weakly.

"I know who you are, Capitol's songbird," I murmur and suppress a groan of pain, feeling a new stab in my leg.

It's the first time we've spoken since we were drawn from the urn.

I lower the knife, allowing Lucy to approach. The truce, uncertain but necessary, casts a strange shadow on the competition. Lucy kneels, examining my leg carefully. "I need the knife," she suddenly exclaims.

"You can forget about that," I assert with determination.

Lucy huffs and looks up at me, her eyes staring into mine with intensity. "I just told you I don't want to hurt you," she retorts firmly.

I huff in return and hand the knife to Lucy. In the gesture, our fingers brush, generating a shiver that runs down my spine. Cheeks tinged with red as I avert my gaze toward the knife, watching her cut a piece of her ruffled skirt.

"What are you doing?" I ask with curiosity, and she continues to cut the fabric of her dress.

"I'm trying to keep you alive," she whispers weakly. "I had to ruin my mother's dress… but I think it will help with the wound," she continues, wrapping the fabric around my wound to stop the bleeding.

The silence shatters with the sound of screams from outside. The fierce competition continues, but in this room, our moment of truce is a fragile flame burning against the cold reality of the Hunger Games.

***

Three relentless days have passed since the games began, and now, in the dark theater of the arena, only four of us remain. Me, Lucy, the unstable girl from District 11 with an obsession to kill me, and the fierce one from District 2.

Lying in our refuge, I feel my body slightly heavy from fever and the pain in my wounded leg. Lucy, with her determined kindness, has taken care of me as if I were precious. I find myself playing with a small pebble, wrapping my fingers around the cold stone as I wait for Lucy's return, each moment growing longer.

The Capitol's nightingale had gone out to fetch water and food, but her prolonged absence fuels my concern. The sound of approaching footsteps grabs my attention, and my heart flutters at the thought that other tributes might have discovered our hiding place.

I rise to my feet with cautious timidity, brushing my hand against the knife at my belt, preparing for the worst. Tension creeps into the air as I wait in silence, eyes fixed on the iron door. I release a sigh of relief when I finally see Lucy's figure emerge through the door, holding a water bottle in her hands.

Her genuine smile and the sparkle in her eyes reassure me in an instant.

With graceful steps, Lucy approaches, but the unusual light in her eyes doesn't escape my notice. "Why did you get up despite the fever?" she asks with a slightly reproachful tone, but her gaze reveals genuine concern. "I was worried there might be another tribute nearby," I reply with a faint smile.

Lucy nods, understanding my unease.

Lucy comes closer and sits beside me, looking at me curiously. "Sit," she says gently, indicating a space next to her. Reluctantly, I obey without complaints.

With a small smile, Lucy rests my head on her lap, gently stroking my hair. "I feel useless," I confess in a low voice, "I haven't done anything in these three days," I add timidly.

Lucy looks down at me with unreadable eyes. "You kept me company," Lucy murmurs gently, smiling sideways. She leans down and kisses my forehead, a gesture that makes me blush. When she pulls away, Lucy widens her smile. "Well, the fever is gone," she breathes a sigh of relief. "How do you know?" I ask curiously, and Lucy smiles widely, "Your forehead is cool now. Sit, and I'll change your bandage," she murmurs sweetly.

I obey without hesitation, feeling grateful for Lucy's care. As she changes the bandage on my wound, our silent dialogue continues, and in that moment in the heart of that ruthless arena, I find comfort in Lucy's kindness.

"Done," Lucy murmurs weakly, lifting her head. Her smile fades when she notices the proximity between our faces, her eyes relaxing, looking at me seriously through long lashes.

Lucy bends down shyly, and my heart begins to beat faster as she gently places her lips against mine in a sweet and unexpected kiss. A thrill of emotion runs through my body, and for a moment, the arena and the cruel reality around us seem to fade, replaced by the sweetness of that unexpected gesture.

Lucy withdraws shyly, almost instantly breaking the kiss.

"Don't you think there's something wrong?" I ask breathlessly, still stunned by the effect of the kiss.

Lucy tilts her head sideways, curious. "Because we're two girls? If that bothers you, no one is seeing us..." Lucy murmurs softly, almost disappointed by my reaction.

"No... it's not strange for two girls to kiss... but the fact that sooner or later we'll have to kill each other," I exclaim with terror.

Lucy sighs and firmly grasps my face, looking at me with bright eyes. "In one way or another, you and I will get out together," she whispers almost against my lips.

Her thumb gently strokes my lower lip as she bites her own before leaning in again. Our lips meet in a quick movement, a kiss that conveys a promise and a challenge, all within the context of that merciless arena.

After our kiss, I notice that Lucy's black hair is tousled, and a radiant smile paints her lips. It's a moment of sweetness and vulnerability, as if for a moment, we've stolen from the brutality of the Hunger Games a fragment of normalcy.

"And what if we got out, put an end to these cruel games?" I suggest with vibrant voice.

Lucy nods, her eyes tired but determined. "Yes, it's time to end all of this," she responds with a firmness that betrays her exhaustion but also her desire for freedom. The agreement between us forms in silence, a tacit understanding that in this distorted world, our union is our only salvation.

"We'll face whatever awaits us together," I say, trying to convey hope. "Our bond can defy the rules of this arena, offer us an existence beyond this cruelty."

Lucy, with eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and resilience, replies, "Yes, together we can make it."

With Lucy's smile as our guide, we prepare to conclude this struggle, aware that the strength of our union is our ace in the hole.

Lucy grasps my hand, intertwining our fingers with a grip that conveys solidarity. The sensation of her hand in mine brings a smile to my face, a ray of comfort amidst so much uncertainty. Timidly, limping due to the leg wound, we move together towards the entrance of the arena.

We walk slowly through the dark tunnel, our figures moving cautiously like blurred shadows. The sound of our footsteps resonates dully against the cold, damp walls. Lucy, with her determination, leads the way, while I, with a mixture of anxiety and hope, follow.

When we finally emerge from the darkness of the tunnel, I am blinded by the glaring sunlight. I raise a hand to shield my eyes, accustomed to the dimness of our illuminated refuge, but not to such intensity. The light, so bright and vivid, is almost a surprise, a revelation after days of darkness.

My figure emerges, outlined by the sun's glow, and for a moment, I stand still, as if the outside world is a new and unknown place. The arena's landscape unfolds slowly, and the warmth of the sun is like a caress on my skin, a welcome after days of cold and dampness.

Lucy, with a radiant smile, tightens her grip on my hand even more. Together, with determined steps, we head towards the uncertain destiny that awaits us, ready to face whatever comes next, but determined to do it together.

"Here's a sweet surprise in the arena! It seems a new love has blossomed in this bloody period. Ah, love, how beautiful even amidst arrows and knives!" Flickerman's surprised voice resonates in the arena, noting our intertwined hands.

The host's voice catches the attention of the girl from District 11, just coming off the killing of the tribute from District 2. When her eyes meet ours and see our intertwined hands, she genuinely smiles, savoring the hunt.

Lucy Gray watches the girl from District 11 closely.

"But look at that, two lovers in the arena. It will be a shame to separate you," says the girl from District 11 with false innocence.

"Better focus on what matters now. Survival," Lucy Gray murmurs venomously.

The girl from District 11 pushes Lucy away with a determined gesture and charges towards me. With a swift move, she manages to disengage from me and, surprisingly agile, positions herself astride my legs.

Lucy Gray, distant but watching attentively, rises from the abrupt fall she experienced earlier. Her eyes scan the scene with concern, our alliance now put to the test.

I try to recover from the surprise, feeling the pressure of the girl from District 11's legs over me. Her axe glints threateningly, and the awareness of vulnerability pushes me to find a way to defend myself.

"Looks like love doesn't protect from everything, does it?" the girl from District 11 murmurs with a sneer. Her laughter is sharp, and my struggle to recover is hindered by her skill. I watch Lucy Gray with a silent look, hoping our connection is strong enough to face this threat together. The situation becomes critical, and my hope focuses on every resource I can exploit to turn the tide of this ruthless battle.

I raise my arms, skillfully avoiding the descending axe. I look at the girl from District 11 with concern, ignoring her cutting remarks.

"Better focus on yourself now, don't you think?" I murmur firmly, giving a quick glance behind the girl from District 11.

Lucy, with determination, thrusts the trident into the back of the girl from District 11, the prongs emerging from her chest. A hiss of pain blends with the silence, followed by a final breath. The fight was short but intense, and the body of the girl from District 11 gives in, overcome by the fierceness of the clash.

The voice that echoed in the arena proclaimed: "The games end with the victory of the individual district!" The voice belonged to the strategist.

I turn to Lucy with overwhelming joy. My smile widens to 32 teeth, and in her black eyes, I find the same pure happiness. The awareness that I no longer have to try to kill my District 12 companion translates into a tangible relief that permeates the atmosphere.

Ignoring the pain in my leg, I rise and stride with long steps towards Lucy. The trident is thrown to the ground, the metal still damp with the blood of the fallen tribute. Lucy, aware that only the two of us remain, launches herself into my arms with a mixture of fatigue and triumph.

From the euphoria of victory, Lucy firmly takes my cheeks, the warm contact of her hands contrasting with the cold of the trident just used. Her eyes shine with happiness and relief. Without words, but with an intense connection, Lucy kisses me with a passion that conveys the weight of the just-survived struggle. It's a moment of joy and survival, a celebration of a connection that has withstood the trials of the arena.

Lucy's hands, covered in dirt, firmly rest around my cheeks. Despite the dust and the fatigue of battle, I feel a strange sense of comfort.

Lucy, with eyes shining with vibrant intensity, looks at me as if she wants to read every emotion crossing my gaze. "It's just us two left," she says with a warm voice, a mix of emotion and relief.

I respond with an intense look, gratitude palpable in the air between us. "Yes, Lucy. We're still here."

Her hands move slowly from my cheeks, descending along my neck and delicately settling on my shoulders. "We've overcome all of this together."

"Also you, Lucy. Your strength has been my guide," I reply, smiling slightly as I feel the warmth of her hands on my skin.

Lucy, with a radiant smile, nods. "I couldn't have done it without you." Her hands move away, but only to grasp mine, intertwining our fingers in a gesture that underscores our connection.

Our gaze locks onto each other, and in our eyes, there's an awareness of what we've faced together. "Now that we're alone, we can make it, Lucy," I say, trying to convey the determination I feel inside me.

Lucy nods with seriousness. "Yes, y/n. We're strong together." With a sudden movement, her hands return to my face, and she kisses me again, this time with gentleness and gratitude. It's a gesture that speaks more than a thousand words, confirming the bond we've built through struggle and survival.

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[lying-on-floors]

RIP Coriolanus Snow, not because he's dead, but because he pulled two of the baddest bitches and fumbled BOTH of them. Ungrateful dumbass.

Sejanus Plinth and Lucy Gray Baird are icons fr.

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“I Want A Baby” texts with TBOSAS Characters ✨

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

Lucy Gray Baird

Tigris Snow

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[bishopsbeloved]

my girl 💌

lucy gray baird x fem reader

Lucy Gray would do anything for you. You want to celebrate Valentine’s Day? She’ll sell her soul to give you the day you deserve.

so much fluff, mentions of sex, 1.6k words

Lucy Gray Baird has always thought of Valentine’s Day as a pointless, commercial event institutionalised by the Capitol.

The Covey has always rejected these kinds of capitalist holidays imposed solely for the purpose of making money, and Valentine’s Day is no exception to that rule. Lucy Gray doesn’t need the Capitol to tell her when she ought to celebrate her beloved. No, she’ll do that all year round. (As if the Covey don’t have their own festivities, anyway. Lucy Gray wakes you on every solstice with a bundle of flowers she’s picked from the woods, not bought, and poetic affirmations of her love.)

It hadn’t really occurred to her that you’d want to celebrate Valentine’s Day, to be honest. This is the first one you’ll be spending with her as her girlfriend, but you’ve known each other a long while and by now you’ve surely picked up on her indifference to the subject. This year she goes about her business as she always has, politely averting her gaze when she sees vendors at the Hob trying to pawn off Valentine-themed goods, and bringing you flowers or sweet little trinkets at any time she pleases. But if Lucy Gray is one thing, it’s hopelessly devoted to you, and she would do anything under the sun to bring a smile to your face. So when she hears you make an offhand comment to Tam Amber about wondering what this year’s Valentine’s Day will be like, her entire stance on the matter is instantly changed.

“You’re whipped beyond comprehension, Lu,” Barb Azure laughs as she watches her younger cousin fret over her plans.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think of anythin’, Barb Azure, I just need your help,” Lucy Gray replies distractedly, kneading the dough of the bread she’s making with vigour. “So are you helpin’ me? Or no?”

On the morning of Valentine’s Day, Lucy Gray Baird kisses you awake, her smile so sweet you can taste it on your tongue.

“Mornin’, baby,” she says sweetly. She’s already up and dressed, and her skin is vibrant with the fresh-found dew of the morning. “Brought you flowers.”

“Morning, Lu,” your heart fills with warmth, “you’re the sweetest.”

“Happy Valentine’s, my sweet girl,” she murmurs, pulling you close to her, littering kisses atop of your hair. “Lord, I love you more’n anything.”

“Love you so much, Lucy Gray,” you whisper, toying with her fingers. You keep coming back to her ring finger, and solemnly swearing to yourself that someday you’ll find her a token of your love to wear upon it. Today isn’t the day — you’re both so young, still young enough to be Reaped — but you know that when the time comes you’ll give yourself over to Lucy Gray forever.

“When you’re thinkin’ that hard I can hear the bits in your brain whirring,” Lucy Gray tells you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “It’s real cute. What’s on your mind, darlin’?”

“Wanna marry you someday,” you mumble. Lucy Gray is rarely caught off guard, but this gets her, and her cheeks flood with colour. Her smile, though, only widens.

“I— it’ll happen someday, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

You help one another get dressed, all giggles and teeth and hearts on sleeves. Outside it’s warm, the warmest it’s been all season, and you can feel winter breaking as life returns to the dormant earth beneath your feet.

“What’s today lookin’ like, Lu?” you ask.

“Thought we could go to the lake.” She grins easily at you, and it’s contagious.

The two of you amble through the woods, hand in hand, content to take your time together. The whole sweet sunny day stretches out in front of you, warm and dry (Lucy Gray takes one look at the clouds in the sky and determines today will be free of rain throughout, and in seventeen years she’s not been wrong yet) and full of love. Your eyes are fixed on her, the way hers are constantly darting around, not necessarily on guard but more eager to take in all the world has to offer. Every little detail is of significance to Lucy Gray. How her brain works is a beautiful mystery to you, but you’ve learnt she has a way of reading her surroundings, and she can see signs of the future in the earth as easily as she can breathe. Barb Azure says she’s a walking oracle. A few times she’s tried to explain to you how she notices what she does. There’s always a kind of sense to it, but you’ll never get it in the way she does. You’re more than content to sit back and watch her in her element, though. You just feel grateful to be by her side, your one and only, your angel among men.

“Look.” She stops you to point at two four-leaved clovers at the roots of a tree which have grown together so much that their stems are intertwined. “That means you’n me are forever.”

Your stomach swarms with butterflies. “Sure hope so.”

“I know so,” she tells you, brown eyes bright as she presses a kiss to your lips.

The little earthy plateau above the jetty of the lake, the one protruding from the flowers and trees, has been absolutely transformed since you saw it last. The thick, sturdy picnic blanket often used by the Covey on adventures has been laid out beautifully, and is held in secure place by rocks piled on each corner. Ever so carefully arranged atop the blanket are comfy pillows and a picnic for two, with the food set out all pretty in little jars and bowls and handkerchiefs. From where you’re stood you can see a few different kinds of bread and cake, freshly pressed jams, and fruits and berries. Even with how much of this she could’ve foraged, it shakes you how much tesserae has gone into this. Propped against the bough of a tree is her beloved guitar, with her little notebook of songs beside it.

You let out a little noise of surprise when you first lay eyes upon the scene. Lucy Gray fights a losing battle in trying not to smile at how fucking cute you are.

“What’d’you think?” she asks instead, not quite looking at you, toeing at the ground. “Barb Azure helped me with all the bakin’, n’then me’n the boys dolled it up all nice. They were real helpful.” (You know exactly what she means, too. Clerk Carmine is shaping up to be a real painter, he’s got an artist’s eye, and you know this kind of thing would be right up his street.)

You’re in awe for a moment, not even sure what to say. Lucy Gray’s dark eyes blink at you hopefully. She’d never say it, she’d rather die than say it, but you know that the ever so subtle tension to her shoulders, the slight tilt to her chin phrase a silent question.

“It… it’s so gorgeous, Lu, I can’t even, thank you,” you manage. Her posture softens and she steps forward to cup your face in her hands.

“I wanna treat you how you deserve, baby,” she tells you sincerely, and then pecks at your lips before her arms drop down to her sides again. “Now c’mon, or the damn flies’ll eat before we do.”

The two of you stay at the lake together for hours. Perhaps you wouldn’t have picked a February picnic of your own volition, but just as Lucy Gray predicted the weather’s so gorgeous you’re sure she must’ve charmed the skies the way she does with everyone else. You voice this thought to her, and she only laughs, her smile reaching her eyes as she feeds you another berry.

Eventually, as the sun begins to set above the two of you, painting the sky in pinks and golds, the air grows cooler, and you find yourself shivering in Lucy Gray’s arms. Ever-vigilant, she notices.

“Awww, is my baby cold?” she coos. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.” Her hands ghost your sides teasingly, and you blush.

“Shut your mouth, Lucy Gray.”

She gasps, feigning offence. “Why, I thought you liked it wide open.”

You let out a noise of surprise, and hide your face in her hair. Lucy Gray laughs heartily, and cradles you to her, telling you over and over how sweet you are. The moon awakes her silver tongue, though, and as the skies get darker she trips you up again and again with filthy words which, eventually, turn to filthy actions.

Once the act is over, once Lucy Gray’s mouth has been put to good use, the two of you swaddle yourselves in all of the blankets and lie in a little cocoon, gazing up at the stars.

“Thank you, for today,” you whisper, so close to her that you don’t have to move at all to kiss her cheek. “Means a lot.”

She shrugs, nonchalant. “You honour our culture, you join in and all. This day was important to you, I wanted t’honour yours.”

You laugh softly. “You’re sweet. …I don’t think I would call the Districts my culture.”

“No?” Lucy Gray asks, genuinely curious. You shake your head. “What is, then?”

“Don’t know. I got nothing. Just what you teach me.”

She lets out a hum of amusement. “Yeah? You wanna be Covey?” She says it with humour, but the hope in your eyes has her straightening a little. “Y— you do?”

“If you’ll have me,” you say shyly.

Her heart swells against the bars of her chest. “If we’ll ha—? Darlin’, I want this more’n anything,” she tells you lowly. “We love you. I love you. You’re one of us.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper.

“You’re mine. I’m yours. My girl,” she murmurs, fingers beginning to comb through your hair. You press your cheek against hers, so overwhelmed with love for her, and continue to gaze up at the stars with your love.

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[daddycassie]

Volunteering for Lucy Gray Baird

note: trying the scenarios format because I’m obsessed with this woman and I used to write this way and did way better, so let me know what you like better!

🎶🕊️~ Lucy Gray wasn’t shocked when her name was called. Disturbed? Yes. But not shocked.

~ She’d been making her way to the front when she heard a familiar voice coupled with unfamiliar words. “I volunteer!”

~ You had to say it a few times to be heard on the stage, but Lucy Gray heard you loud and clear.

~The look she gave you, you’d have thought you rigged the reaping yourself.

~ Her eyes welled up as you approached the stage. She’d grab your arm, squeezing your sleeve with shaky fingers.

~ “Don’t do this.” Lucy Gray began, but you tugged away from her and walked away. You couldn’t look at your friend’s face when she cried. You were afraid Lucy Gray would convince you not to go anywhere, to let her go instead.

~You refused to look at her the whole time Jessup was reaped to go alongside you, but you could hear Lucy Gray crying.

~When you were escorted out you spared her a final look, you did love her after all.

~Lucy Gray was looking right back, you should’ve expected as much. Her brown eyes were fiery with emotion, you thought maybe she was angry.

~It didn’t take long for you to get the message. Survive this you damn fool. You could hear her saying it and that’s what you told yourself the whole train ride.

~When you got there you were greeted by a blonde boy who offered you a white rose. You narrow your eyes at it. “Let me guess, that’s for Jessup?”

~He didn’t have a good sense of humor to say the least, but he was determined, jumping into cage after cage after you and visiting you.

~You found his name to be Coriolanus Snow, but never referred to him as such, “snowflake” or “baby girl” seemed more fitting somehow. (Coryo did not agree)

~Didn’t take long for the games to begin, Lucy Gray didn’t have the heart to train with any weapon, but you sure did.

~Getting your hands on a sword was easy aside from Reaper throwing himself at you.

~You felt bad when Jessup was lost to the bloodbath, but that was remedied enough when you killed the boy who did it.

~There was one person you became allies with, little Wovey. You thought Lucy Gray would like her.

~You didn’t talk to her much, mostly dragged her along with you. Not that she needed any convincing.

~She was a great climber though! She could easily climb up into the stands, while you needed her help.

~When the snakes came, you and Wovey happened to have come down to take part in the fighting that was happening.

~She was gone so fast you had no time to mourn her, only running. Run. Run. Run.

~Reaper made no move to escape, but you heard Mizzen die rather loudly. Coral ran behind you as you scaled debris, remembering as many of Wovey’s tactics as possible.

~Coral calling for help was all you could hear, but, well… if you pushed her off then the games would end before the snakes ever reached you, right?

~It did not.

~You lay completely still, not even making an attempt to breathe as they slithered over you. You wondered if Lucy Gray was watching. If you were the only person left, why weren’t you being let out?

~It took a while, but your winning was announced.

~Everything else was a blur as you were delivered back home.

~Lucy Gray had waited for you at the train station for hours, without even knowing if the winner was you.

~She saw you first, and tackled you to the ground in a hug.

~Lucy Gray would cry a lot. “I thought I’d never see you again.” “Don’t ever do that again.” “I love you so much.”

~Your brain lagged over her words before you understood and clutched her desperately to your chest. “I love you too, so much.”

~She thought you deserved to be slapped, but instead she kissed you. Lucy Gray’s lips are dry, but warm. She’d probably forgotten to take a drink once in a while.

~The peacekeepers kicked you out of the train station, but that was fine, you two preferred to celebrate somewhere more private anyway.

~You lay next to Lucy Gray in her bed while she admired every detail of your face, her fingers trailing over your skin lovingly.

~She’d sing to you, hold you, kiss you, tell you how much she loved you.

~Lucy Gray falls asleep first anyway, and you hold her till you fall asleep too.

~It’s the hardest you’ve ever slept in your whole life.

Authors note: I debated between Y/n just dying or actually living but decided I needed to write more. If anyone wants a bad ending let me know. 👹

Also, I’m now taking requests for Lucy Gray because she’s the loml and I need more ideas for scenarios.

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[geobeed]

#lesbians for lucy gray #she's definitely a girl kisser #i can tell bc we kissed #lucy gray baird #lucy gray my beloved #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #thg series

[simpingforblackfire]

I'll Crawl Home to her: Part 1

Lucy Gray Baird x fem reader (x platonic Coriolanus Snow)

A/N: This is also posted on my ao3 which is Homoeroticmicrowave

"Grandma"

The bleary eyed, elderly woman stared down at her grandchild. The little girl usually bustling with life and energy, incapable of being still was for once stood unmoving. "What is it hon?"

"Whose Lucy Gray?"

The woman's eyes widened "now where on earth did you hear that name?"

"I heard mama mention her when the district 12 girl sang that song for that dead girl. She caught me listening in though and she sent me off"

The woman sighed "I suppose you want me to tell you about her?"

The little girl nodded enthusiastically.

"Settle down then. This is a long one."

The woman paused to collect her thoughts before speaking.

Those names had been wiped from every media outlet the capital put out. The capital had trampled those names, as best it could. But as hard as the capital tries they never were able to snuff out those names entirely. They would always be spoken in hushed tones.

Perhaps not everyone would know them but she would pass the names down so that they might always be known in whispers between generations.

Sixty-five years ago.

You met her first when you were kids.

"Lucy Gray" she grinned, bright eyes bursting with an excitement for life. You felt so bleak standing before her. You met her hand, which she stuck out so ecstatic to explore the unknown.

"Does it matter what my name means?"

She laughed, loud, unapologetic. It devoured the silence with glee. "Course it matters, silly. Without a name you'd erase a whole part of yourself. Everyone's gotta have a name one way or another"

"I don't like my name much" you admitted. "Too much history I'd gladly erase"

Lucy Gray stood in silence for perhaps the first time in her life. She was always bustling with noise. After a moment of quiet she spoke again, her grin bouncing back as she did "well I gotta call you something, so how about we come up for a new name for you. One I can call you. Something that can make you happy rather than sad"

"You think you'll make me happy?" 

Her grin seemed to widen "I'll make it my mission to!"

You couldn't help but smile back at the girl "okay"

She let out a squeal as her excitement burst out of her. You didn't like when it was noisy. You found you didn't mind when Lucy Gray was noisy though. Silence suddenly seemed overrated.

"I got it!" Lucy Gray suddenly said "Azalea!"

"what?"

"that'll be your name Azalea!"

You wrinkled your nose a bit "like the plant?"

She grinned "just like the plant!"

"why?"

"My mama likes to tell me stories about our family back when we used to be able to travel anywhere we wanted long before we all got hauled up in twelve. This one time she told a story about a hero called azalea and I asked her the same question you just asked me cause my mama always told me names are important. She said Azalea symbolises taking care of yourself and others."

"it does?"

"It does- and that's what you do! You always take care of me and everyone! You always have!" her grin became almost sly as she moved into teasing you slightly as your face grew hot with embarrassment "you're a real softie at the heart and it comes out in how much you care. Cause you care about others the most out of everyone you've ever met"

You turn your head away "nu uh"

"Yeah-huh!" she said throwing herself over your legs and rolling over to look up at your face "but it also serves as a reminder to take care of yourself. Cause that's what you need to do more than anything. You always care for others but the one person you claim to think of the most is the one you really do the least- that would be you"

"I think of myself plenty!"

"Sure you do" Lucy Gray said, sass dripping off her words in plenty, as she rolled her eyes. "What do you think of the name anyway?"

"Azalea" you said trying the name out on your tongue "I think I like Azalea"

"Well then!" Lucy Gray grinned as she always did when she saw you "It's nice to meet you Azalea".

Your hands mets hers and it was warm. 

"It's nice to meet you too, Lucy Gray."

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[theclemmiedovecote]

@s-plinth I’m sorry about the things I said to you first and foremost— you’re my best friend sej, I don’t know what got into but I really do love you and believe you’ve always been here for me :(

@mizzen-starfishlover even if you didn’t make the smartest of choices I shouldn’t have ridiculed and bullied you about it — we all make mistakes, I’m sorry buddy

@officialmaudeivorybaird I didn’t mean those things I said to you, I’d never let those snakes get near you, even if that meant being your own personal meat shield. Next time I see you, you’ll get all the cuddles you want, I promise!!

@justlucygraybaird I hope you also know I didn’t mean any of the things I said — you’re one of my favorite people, like if all time, you’re no evil snake. I think you’re one of the loveliest people and most pleasant people on this Earth(and I would literally kiss you if you let me) I swear I’ll make this up to you, new gemstones for your guitar, dresses, another chocolate eating outing, anything <3

@arachnecrane I know I already apologized but I wasn’t lucid enough to say all the things I really think. You’re so beautiful and so strong and you’ve been through hell on Earth to be the wonderful person you are for me today. Nobody has ever done as much for me as you have, you make me a better person and protect and believe in me and I love you for it, I don’t want anything more then the life we’ll live together. I never want to be without you my dearest love. I hope you know I would never say such horrible things about you, not really.

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[noooooooop-e]

she’s so genuine and adorable!

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[womenrhot889801]

~My Songbird~

~Chapter 3~

Lucy Gray woke up in a cold sweat, her chest heaving as she grasped at her heart. She sighed after a couple minutes of hyperventilating. She looked around at all the tributes around her, a frown worn on her face.

She moved her knees to her chest and hugged them, sadly looking down at the ground. Today was the day they had to show themselves off to earn donations. She knew it would be difficult to perform, she was too worried about Ana’s wellbeing after the explosion, and nervous for the horrendous games she will have to partake in tomorrow.

Tears formed in her eyes, as she tried to shake away her anxiety. ‘You better be okay’, she thought to herself, hoping Ana was doing alright.

Back at The Academy, Ana was recovering from her injuries. She was resting in the infirmary, staring down at her hands. Lucy had finished her song and she raked in thousands of donations, and she was proud of her, however she still felt uncomfortable. She didn’t want tomorrow to come, she didn’t want to watch the tributes kill one another, she didn’t want anything to happen to Lucy.

She let out a sad sigh, her eyebrows knitting together as Lucky Flickerman cracked another one of his lame jokes. She was angry, and she didn’t understand how everyone could be so unbothered. District or not, they were still people.

She closed her eyes, hoping that her worries will disappear along with the night.

The clock struck midnight, and Ana had made her way to the capitol zoo. She was surprised when Lucy Gray herself shot up and sprinted over to her, her eyes filled with tears. “You’re okay!”, she cried. “I was so worried.”

Ana gave her a sympathetic smile. “I’m okay”, she whispered, resting her forehead against Lucy’s. She used her handkerchief to wipe away the girl’s tears, which Lucy let her.

“I.. went to the ruins of the arena tonight. There is a huge hole in the ground. I want you to go and hide there the moment the games begin okay? it’s your best bet at avoiding the chaos that is bound to break out. And i also brought you this”, she handed Lucy a makeup kit containing rat poison. “please, use this if necessary. I want you to win, I don’t care about the reward. I want you to be okay.” Ana rushed out.

“I’ll try, I promise”, Lucy whispered against her forehead. Her eyes lingered down to Ana’s lips, before meeting her gaze again.

Hesitantly, both girls leaned in, soft lips meeting chapped. They stayed like this for half a minute before releasing with a small gasp.

Ana cupped Lucy’s cheeks, affectionately caressing her face. “I’ll wait for you, no matter what, no matter how long it takes. I promise.”. Their lips connected one last time, before Ana took her leave.

The very next day, Ana found herself back in uniform. She sat in her chair, uneasily staring at the screen. She wasn’t prepared for what she was about to witness. She knew she wouldn’t be. It didn’t matter the outcome, really. She’d be traumatized either way, and so would the victor.

She whispered to herself, ‘Run. Get to the pit’, as the count down began.

The game was filled with suspense and emotion. The audience connected with the tributes in different levels, as each of their true colors had been revealed throughout the games.

Coral, a ruthless leader who will stop at nothing to win. Mizzen, a follower, who wants to do all he can to win, and finds solace in his relationship with Coral. Like a big sister. Lamina, a severely underestimated girl who had a heart of gold. She earned thousands of donations when she performed a mercy kill, to end Marcus’s suffering. Marcus, who was the only one to escape after the bombings. Marcus, who was then caught and beaten and left for dead. And Reaper, the one who gathered everyone’s bodies and covered them with The Academy flag. The one who gave them a civil burial.

Many lives had been taken in the span of just over twentyfour hours. Ana found it particularly hard to watch the deaths of Lamina and Dill. Lamina, who was killed with a nuclear level of brutality after she had done so much to protect herself. Dill who accidentally drank the poisoned water that Lucy had intended for Coral to drink.

Lucy’s heart broke when the girl took a sip of the water, unable to do anything about it. All she could do was watch with a stifled sob as Reaper screamed at the sight of the poor girl’s lifeless body.

Each and every tribute had their own personal story, a story that drew everyone in.

Then there was Lucy. The one who could put on a performance at any given moment. The one who gained the hearts of the majority of the capitol. Ana wasn’t the only one rooting for her to win.

To everyone’s surprise except for Ana’s, an air craft began to hover over the arena. She knew the contains of the capsule that was being lowered into the building. She was thankful she was able to sneak the handkerchief in before it was too late.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the little girl from district 8. Wovey. “Is it over?” She cried. “Can we go home now?”

Lucy Gray immediately got an uneasy feeling as the girl approached the container. “Wovey! No!”, she screamed in vain. The container shattered, revealing all the aggressive snakes that had been locked inside the whole time. They made their way throughout the arena, claiming the lives of all the remaining tributes.

Reaper closed his eyes, letting them take him. He wanted to die along side Dill, and the innocent children around him.

Coral, with her eyes widened in horror, discarded her trident. She pleaded with Lucy to help her, to save her.

“I can’t of killed them all for nothing”, she cried.

Lucy looked at her helplessly. She knew that even if she took her hand, she’d still die. She watched with tears in her eyes as Coral took her last breath.

Her breath hitched as all the snakes wrapped around her body, head tilting as she realized they weren’t attacking.

She looked down at Coral with a broken heart before she began to sing, her voice shaking.

You’ve headed for heaven

The sweet old hereafter

And I’ve got one foot in the door

But before I can fly up

I’ve loose ends to tie up

Right here, in the old therebefore

I’ll be along

Ana glared at the game maker. “Dr. Gaul! She won!” She yelled. “Let her out!”

Lucy continued to sing, glaring at the camera with red, teary eyes.

When i’ve finished my song

When i’ve shut down the band

Ana started to scream at her. “It’s over now! Let her out!” She continued to plead.

Fetus tilted his head in confusion. “What the hell? Why aren’t they attacking her?”

Ana played dumb. “It must be her singing! It’s calming them. She won! Stop keeping her inside!”

When I played out my hand

Paid all my debts

Have no regrets

Right here in the old

Therebefore

“Come on! Let her out!” A stranger yelled, starting a riot. Everyone stood out of their seats, demanding for Lucy Gray to be released.

Lucy Gray’s voice began to get stronger, as she stood up with her unsteady legs.

I’ll catch you up

When I’ve emptied my cup

When I’ve worn out my friends

When I’ve burnt out both ends

When I’ve cried all my tears

When I’ve conquered my fears

Right here, in the old therebefore

When nothing is left anymore

I’ll bring the news

When I’ve danced off my shoes

When my body’s closed down

When my boats run aground

When I’ve tallied the score

When I’m flat on the floor

Right here, in the old therebefore

When nothing is left anymore

When I’m pure like a dove

When I’ve learned how to love

Right here, in the old therebefore

When nothing is left

Anymore.

Ana glared at Dr. Gaul with the hate of a thousand suns. The woman swallowed her pride before turning to the peacekeepers. “Let her out”.

The room broke into cheers as Ana was surrounded by her peers. She cried in relief, and was greeted by Tigris. “You did it!”, she yelled. They embraced, tightly, as Ana let out happy sobs into her neck.

Ana was then escorted to a private sector of the building, being greeted by Casca Highbottom himself.

“Well well well, I didn’t think you had it in you”, he teased. Ana knew instantly that she was caught.

“You know, I recognized the little makeup kit your mother used to add some color to her face. And the handkerchief betrayed you with your very initials.”

Ana swallowed uncomfortably. “What’s going to happen to Lucy”. Casca looked at her, his expression softening slightly.

“She’s been sent home. You however won’t get that luxury today. You’ll be sent to a random district, and begin training as a peacekeeper. Only then will you be welcomed back to the capitol.”

Ana pondered for a moment. She realized that this was her chance to reunite with Lucy. She tried to pretend that this punishment affected her negatively, though she wasn’t very good at hiding it as a slight smile broke through her faux frown.

‘I’ll find you, my songbird’, she thought to herself.

A/N:Yeah so I actually had written out the whole duration of the games and explained every scene in detail, talking about every death and Lucy’s experience…. Then I accidentally deleted it all🥰 Anyways I cried for like half an hour after that then half-assed it when i redid it. So if it looks rushed out that is why. I hope it was okay though

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[moonladys]

cr: The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes

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[crazycriter]

they are gfs, i fear

(i am writing a valentines day oneshot of them as we speak)

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[losingmymindrn]

You pull me in like the moon does the tide | coralbaird 1930s au

○~~~○~~~○

Her back ached. Terribly. Her work was endless, and she always came home smelling like fish and seaweed. She was pushed into a pile of fish today, actually. Dead fish. A rancid smell, if too overwhelming. Coral just wanted to get home. Tugging at her collar, Coral stepped off the docks, the wet wood creaking under her weight. Now, women weren't technically supposed to be doing work at the docks, that was a man's job, after all. But she had earned her place. By force. She was paid less then her colleagues, but it was enough for a...

'COME NOW, WITNESS THE AMAZING COVEY!'

The bright lights on the sign nearly blinded her. The covey? What was that? Curious, Coral stepped closer, hands shoved in her pockets. "Ay, you wanna see 'em?" A voice called from behind her. She jumped and faced it. In front of her, stood a young man, a bit older than her, with light blonde hair and electric blue eyes, much brighter than her pale ones.

"Ah... perhaps. Who are they?" She asked the man. He smiled and pointed at the sign, where a woman covered in a red dress and colorful feathers stood with a guitar, singing into the mic. "The covey's are musicians, that one's name is Lucy gray. She has the smoothest voice I've ever heard. She's the lead singer." He said. Coral only nodded in response. "Seems... lovely." She said after a moment. "Now, I would love to go, but I don't got much to my name right now." She said with a disappointed sigh. If she had the money, she might've taken her little brother to go see 'the Covey.'

The man smiled at her. "I'm friends with Lucy gray, I can get you in." He offered. Coral turned to him, bewildered. "Really? Ya don't even know me!" She exclaimed. The man only laughed. "So? Everyone should be blessed with hearing her voice." Huh. Well, it would be rude to turn down such an offer... "Well. Alright." She agreed. He smiled at her. "Great, meet me at the Hob tonight, 6:50. And my name is Coriolanus, by the way." And with that, he was gone. Coral turned back to the sign. Well. Here's to a fun night tonight.

○~~~○~~~○

Like promised, Coral met Coriolanus outside the Hob. Her little brother, Mizzen, had wanted to go, but apparently he wore himself out at school today, making him damn near collapse on the floor. Coriolanus greeted her, a man right by his side. "Coral, glad you can make it. This is Sejanus, my friend." By the way Sejanus was looking at Coriolanus, it didn't seem like they were 'just friends.' Coral nodded at him politely. "Let's head in, we want good seating." The blonde ushered them in, paying for entrance, and practically dragging her into the hob.

They did find good seat, right up front. "It starts at 7, so do you want anything while we wait?" Sejanus asked from his spot next to Coriolanus. "Nah, I'm good." She declined, focusing on the stage. Coriolanus had ordered drinks for them, because even though she declined wanting anything, she couldn't help but get a good ol' Blood and Sand. Soon enough, the spot lights were on, focusing on the stage, and out came the covey. She watched as they came forward, each holding their instruments close. But she was encapsulated by the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

Lucy gray.

She had red feathers stuck in her curly dark hair. Carnelian eyeshadow brought out her brown eyes, one too many layers of ruby lipstick on her full lips. And a matching red dress clung to her body, making it impossible to look away. Cheers and hoots and hollers rose up from the crowd, but she was to slacken jaw to join. "Hm, red theme tonight." Coriolanus mused.

"Why, hiya y'all!" Lucy Gray grinned at the crowd, a brighter than the sun grin. She got cheers back from the crowd. "Oh I know, I know! It's been a little since I've been up here, huh?" Cheers again. Lucy gray giggles, and Coral could swear it was the most beautiful sound, more so than the calming waves. "Well don't cha worry, I've got many songs to make up for it!" More cheers.

Lucy Gray starts her song, and gods Coriolanus was right. She has the smoothest, loveliest voice known to man. She was memorized. But that's when Lucy Gray looks her in the eyes. Time stops.

The waves crashing outside the hob, gone. The cheers and screams inside, none existent. It was just them. Those brown doe eyes make her legs feel like jelly, and she was grateful for sitting down. She was in a trance. And it seemed as if Lucy gray was in one too. She skipped a line, letting the crowd finish it. But much too soon, Lucy Gray pulled her gaze away from her, back to the crowd. And oh...

Coral thinks she just fell in love.

#tbosas #lucy gray baird #lucy gray my beloved #the hunger games #Coralbaird #coriolanus snow #Coral x Lucy gray #1930s au #sejanus plinth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #Lesbian #the covey #mizzen tbosas

[daddycassie]

Fight or Flight Chapter 3~ 🩸🔥💧

Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Reader - 1,306 words

Warnings: PTSD akin mentality, a rabbit dies, generally death, character death

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You held Lucy Gray’s limp body in your arms. What happened? How did you let it all go so wrong? Her perfect face was covered in mud and her once warm brown eyes stared up at you, blank and lifeless.

“Lucy Gray,” you sob, “Lucy Gray!” Your fingers tremble as you stroke her face. “Not like this, please, Lucy Gray.” You brush cold mud away from her cheeks. The words “Don’t go.” Shudder through your mind and you can’t tell if you’re thinking them or saying them out loud.

You hold her cold body closer to your warm one, and look up into the gray sky. The sun is entirely obscured by dark clouds, making the entire atmosphere grim. Gray water meets the shoreline in a blackish sludgy puddle of mud. The same mud that coated Lucy Gray dead body. Dead.

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You jolt awake, breathing heavily in a cold sweat. You look around frantically, and see Lucy Gray sleeping against your back peacefully. You sigh heavily in relief. She was fine, it was a nightmare.

Lucy Gray buries her face further into your shirt and you smile. She still snores. Carefully, you sit up, laying Lucy Gray’s arm down after. Once you’re sure she’s still fast asleep, you start your trek back out into the woods.

You check your trap, which had actually managed to catch a small rabbit — it wasn’t much, but you were sure Lucy Gray would be overjoyed. You couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when you told her. With the luck of the day thus far you decide to check the area for more wild blackberries. Although you don’t find any blackberries, you do find an interesting assortment of seeds and nuts.

You make the travel back with your game, when you open the door you see Lucy Gray packing up her things. “Lucy Gray, check it out.” You speak with a proud grin while holding up the rabbit. Lucy Gray’s eyes light up, just like yesterday, alive. “No fish?” “No fish.” You confirm. She laughs with sheer joy and rushes over. “We could use the pelt to make a scarf!” You nod, unable to look away from that smile.

“I’m sure it’d look lovely on you.” You flush after your own statement. “You sweet hearted lil sap.” Her voice is sweeter than anything you could ever say. “That’s me.” You speak, unsure what else to say. You bring the rabbit over to a small counter top and start cleaning it.

Lucy Gray practically appears at your side. “I can do it, you’ve done enough work for our food.” You decide it’s better not to argue and hand over a cutting tool. It wasn’t as effective as the knife, which you’d rid of alongside Coriolanus’ body. You give her a pat on the back and pack up your own belongings.

You drop the nuts and seeds into a small leather pouch and draw it shut. Once it’s shut, you put the pouch in your bag with everything else. You hear Lucy Gray’s heels against the ground as she walks out the door, to cook the rabbit meat most likely. She must’ve put her shoes back on while you were gone.

You follow her, picking up both of your bags so you were ready to leave as soon as you two were done eating. You help Lucy Gray set up a small campfire, once it’s lit(a difficult task considering the dampness of the environment) you relax a bit. “Shouldn’t we talk about yesterday?” Lucy Gray asks abruptly, her eyebrows furrowing together.

“What’s there to say?” You look at her gauge her reaction. “We killed him,” she impales chunks of rabbit meat on a sharp stick. “that’s what.” You frown as you watch her set the stick over the fire. “I killed him. That wasn’t your fault Lucy Gray.” 

The way she averts her eyes tells you that she doesn’t believe that one bit. “Don’t lie. You killed him for me.” She sighs shakily, “because of me.” You shake your head so fast that you think you may have given yourself whiplash. “To protect you!” You argue.

“What’s the difference?” She presses. “You would have never done it if it weren’t for me. I’m sorry, you should really be rid of me.” She squeezes her hands into fists. “This mornin’- when I woke up and you were gone. I thought maybe you’d of left. I thought that that was smart.” Lucy Gray struggles to look at you again. 

“But you didn’t. You should have but you didn’t.” You grab her hand. “As if I could ever leave you, the Lucy Gray Baird? C’mon Lu.” Lucy Gray laughs at the nickname, but you can tell she’s on the verge of tears. “I don’t understand how someone as amazing as you could possibly have a low self esteem.” the girl shakes her head. “Now don’t hit me with that Y/n…”

“I can’t not! I mean it when I say you’re truly wonderful.” You sigh. “Honestly, you’re so bright, everyone else just stands in your shadow.” Lucy Gray looks you directly in your eyes. You want to look away… but you just can’t. “You don’t.” She squeezes your hand. “Stand in my shadow I mean. I think you’re swell.” 

You can’t help smiling, that seemed to happen a lot around Lucy Gray. “Then we both like each other lots.” You state. She blushes and looks away with a nervous laugh. “I guess so?” You’re about to say something else, leaning closer, when you smell something burning.

“Lucy Gray the meat!”

“Oh shit!”

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Charred rabbit meat wasn’t great, but you were just glad to eat anything at all. You could see Lucy Gray struggling to keep it down though. “My compliments to the chef.” Your tone drips with sarcasm. “Hey, you distracted me!” She hits your arm playfully.

“Ouch, I said compliments.” Lucy Gray rolls her eyes. “Yeah, but you didn’t mean it.” She grins. “I can tell you don’t like it,” she gets up, “not that I don’t understand, it’s certainly not the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” You grab a handful of mud, pausing at the cold feeling of it. You remember how it felt to hold Lucy Gray’s limp body in your arms.

Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream. Repeats in your mind like a broken record. You throw the mud into the fire to smother it and hurriedly wipe the mud from your hand onto your slacks.

Lucy Gray seems to notice your subtle changes, down to the tremble in your hands and uneven breath. “What’s wrong?” She tilts her head in concern. “You died.” Lucy Gray freezes. “What?” You move closer to her again. “I had a dream last night that you died. That it was you instead of him.”

You grit your teeth. “It made me realize that I would kill him for you all over again. Wouldn’t change a thing.” You grab both of her hands, holding them gently in your own. “I know that probably sounds psychotic and extreme, but I just care about you. So much.”

Lucy Gray quickly pulls you into a hug. An unexpected reaction from someone you just admitted you would kill someone willingly to. “I care about you too.” You speaks with a certain firmness, like her word is final. It probably is, you guess. You hug her back.

“I don’t want you to have to do that again, caus’ I know you’re not lyin’ that you’d do it. I don’t want you to have to do that.” She closes her eyes and leans on you. “We have to get going.” She takes your hand in hers before pulling away.

“Right, there’s a long road ahead.” Lucy Gray nods her head. “Least I’ve got you.”

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Note: that’s right guys, two chapters in one day, aren’t I talented? ☺️ I don’t think my next fanfic post will be related because I have a request for part 2 of “A Day by the Lake with Miss Lucy Gray”~ expect some softer smut and aftercare. Depending on whether Day by the Lake or Fight or Flight captures my motivation first, we’ll just have to see tomorrow ;)

~ Cassie

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