TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

The Hunger Games

A/N CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED WHOOOP

TY GUYS SM FOR VOTING AND COMMENTING ON THIS FIC I LOVE YOU GUYS

(BUT YOU SILENT READERS NEED TO APPEAR MORE I KNOW WHO YOU ARE)

I DONT KNOW WHY I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA THO

IT MIGHT BE A BIT CONFUZZLING BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO JUST COPY THE HUNGER GAMES AND CHANGE THE NAMES 

NOT ME JUST GETTING CONCERNED AND THINKING I HAD AN AVERAGE OF 16K VIEWS PER CHAPTER CAUSE I CAN'T DO MATHS 

EDIT: WAIT GUYS GO READ MY NEW FIC IT'S A CONTINUATION OF MARRIED OFF FOR THE HIGHEST BID 

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The crowd roared as the anthem of Panem echoed through the square, the Capitol's seal flickering on the massive screens. The Reaping had begun.

Taylor Swift stood rigid, her breath shallow. She had always known this was a possibility, but she had prayed it would never come to pass. District 4 was known for its tributes—trained, ruthless, prepared. And she? She was none of those things.

Beside her, Travis Kelce stood like an unshakeble fortress. A fisherman by trade, but built like a Career, he exuded a confidence that should have been reassuring. Instead, it unsettled her.

The escort, a gaudy Capitol woman with lips painted an unsettling shade of coral, stepped forward to the glass bowls. She reached in, her manicured fingers brushing against fate itself.

"Taylor Swift."

The world blurred. A strangled gasp left her lips before she could contain it. Hands pushed her forward. She stumbled, her knees weak. This wasn't happening.

Then, another voice, loud and unwavering.

"I volunteer as tribute!"

Taylor's head snapped up just in time to see Travis striding forward, his broad shoulders squared, his jaw set with determination.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. A male tribute couldn't take her place. But then—

"I volunteer for the male tribute."

A murmur swept through the audience. The Capitol woman blinked, adjusting her wig as if to make sense of what had just happened.

The name she had yet to call remained trapped in the glass bowl, but the rules were clear. If someone volunteered before a name was drawn, it was permitted.

Taylor's heart thundered. Travis had just rewritten the course of both their lives.

The escort hesitated only briefly before flashing a wide, gleaming smile. "Well, what a show of bravery! Ladies and gentlemen, your District 4 tributes: Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce!"

The cheers felt deafening. But all Taylor could hear was the pounding of her own pulse.

They were going to the Hunger Games.

And only one of them could survive.

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The train ride to the Capitol was a blur of silk and excess. The plush seats felt foreign beneath Taylor's trembling hands. Across from her, Travis sat with an air of quiet resolve, staring out at the endless countryside speeding past.

"You didn't have to do that," she finally said, voice barely above a whisper.

Travis turned to her, his blue eyes steady. "I couldn't let you go in there alone."

Her throat tightened. She wanted to argue, to tell him how foolish he was, but the words wouldn't come.

The mentor assigned to them, a grizzled former victor named Cordell, sauntered into the cabin. He took one look at them and snorted. "Hope you two know what you're doing. The Capitol loves a good love story, but that won't save you in the arena."