𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕊𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣𝟙𝟡𝟡𝟝 ~ 𝕄𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟

MCYT: Smajor1995/Dangthatsalongname

Minecraft or Irl: Irl

Type: Angst :/

Pronouns: He/Him, because I don't want to invalidate Scott's sexuality :)

Notes: Y/N = Your name, Y/e/c = Your eye colour

Premise: Hunger Games au, but make it where you ✨die✨

Trigger warnings: Death. Charming, I know.

Scott's POV

I'm headed straight for the floor

"Come on, Y/N, get up, this isn't funny."

The alcohol served its tour

The blood was soaking through his shirt at an alarming pace, seeping from the broken arrow shaft embedded in his chest.

And it's headed straight for my skin

I tried to lean over, pressing my hands against the wound to stop the bleeding, but it just made my palms slippery with crimson liquid.

Leaving me daft and dim

The tears dropping from where they previously clung onto my cheek mingled with the coppery substance, leaving tracks of pale skin brushed across my forearms.

I've got this shake in my legs

I tried to stem the trembling in my body as I searched around for something, anything that could help.

Shaking the thoughts from my head

The boy on the ground was barely breathing.

But who put these waves in the door?

"Y/N, please. Can you hold on a little longer?"

I crack and out I pour

His pained expression spoke volumes, mouth not even needing to move to convey the words he longed to say.

I'm Mr. Loverman

This was futile.

And I miss my lover, man

I felt a strong grip tighten around my wrist, pulling me back to stare right into the y/e/c irises I'd found myself lost in too many times.

I'm Mr. Loverman

I shook slightly as he reached his other hand toward my face in a somberly slow movement.

Oh, and I miss my lover

A scarlet stained finger trailed down my cheek, leaving behind a bloody trail, a reminder of my failure.

The ways in which you talk to me

I couldn't help him.

Have me wishin' I were gone

I'd failed him.

The ways that you say my name

I'd failed Y/N.

Have me runnin' on and on

His mouth opened, a hoarse gasp issuing through as he tried to form the words.

Oh, I'm cramping up

"W-win for me..."

I'm cramping up

I found the ability to nod, even in the depths of my despair.

But you're cracking up

I trapped his hand to my cheek, bringing his palm to the corner of my chapped lips.

You're cracking up

I watched with a sinking heart as Y/N tried to form a smile.

I'm Mr. Loverman

His face was wrought with agony.

And I miss my lover, man

I moved my own mouth into an upward curve, not having it in me to leave my face blank.

I'm Mr. Loverman

I always returned his smiles, I couldn't let his final moments be the break in the cycle.

Oh, and I miss my lover

A single canon rang out, confirming to me what had been a fear two weeks ago, and not a reality as it was now.

I've shattered now, I'm spilling out

The grip on my wrist went limp.

Upon this linoleum ground

Hand dropped from my face.

I'm reeling in my brain again

I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught.

Before it can get back to you

I straightened up with hardened eyes.

Oh what am I supposed to do without you?

I had let him down, but I could still make him proud. I knew what I had to do.

I'm Mr. Loverman
And I miss my lover, man.

"The winner of the 65th Annual Hunger Games is Scott Major!"