so um. i may or may not have started writing a realm smp hunger games au where ros and aimsey are from the same district and get picked in the reaping and try to keep each other safe but ultimately only one of them walks out of the arena. and also clown is rosā brother and a victor with the highest kill count of any hunger games and i get really in my feels about that sibling dynamic. also owen is caesar flickerman. so basically ummmm if anyone wants that please start pressuring me to actually get it written
here have a little bit of angst
The moments after the Reaping pass in a haze. Ros doesn't really register anything except Aimsey's hand gripping hers, tight enough to hurt but not enough to keep her grounded.
Ros sees two boys she vaguely recognizes as Aimsey's brothers, and then Aimsey isn't by her side anymore. They disappear through a doorway, and sometime after that, Clown appears in that same doorway.
"Hey, Ros," Clown murmurs, sitting next to her. Sneeg follows him inside, quietly closing the door and blocking it with his body.
Ros doesn't feel anything. She only feels numb, and maybe a little angry.
Clown sighs, and Ros leans toward the sound, finding his shoulder with hers. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
āMm,ā she hums, trying to make her words work again. āāS alright.ā
āNo, itās-ā Clown sighs again, frustrated and upset and more emotional than sheās seen him in years. āYouāre going to make it out of there,ā he promises. āI- weāre going to do whatever it takes, yeah? Youāre gonna be fine.ā
But it wonāt be easy, Ros finishes silently. It wonāt be the same ever again, and itās going to hurt. Her eyes find the deep scar carved into Clownās brow, remembering seeing a battleaxe come down on his face and barely missing his eye. Sheāll never forget the image of him snarling, brandishing a sword, with blood coating half his face and dripping onto his chest.
āOkay,ā Ros says, taking a few deep breaths and trying to settle back into her body. āWhen do we have to leave?ā Clown already had a bag packed for himself, since he never has any time between the Reaping and the train to the Capitol.
āAbout two minutes,ā Sneeg tells her. āI snuck away and grabbed a few things,ā he says, offering Ros a little bag.
Thereās not much, but Sneeg brought her favorite hairbrush, her sketchbook, and a few colored pencils. Even if he just swiped everything from her nightstand in a hurry, Ros is still grateful to have some semblance of normalcy.













