Days Spent In The Sun Treech

days spent in the sun → treech

a/n → making coral’s moodboard sent me into a spiral and now i have moodboards for every district 😭 is it worth it to post?

notes → in which nature is the perfect place for treech to show his love for you. feminine intended reader (though not sure pronouns are mentioned)

warnings → not edited & upload via iphone

     your hands were wrapped around treech’s arm as he carefully lifted his axe up to the tree, beginning to carve the shape of a heart. he was prudent in his work, meticulously shaving the bark off of the tree from inside the shape he had formed. you watched him silently, in awe of his handiwork. the result was a perfect heart shaped carving, permanently engraved on the tree. beaming, you pressed a quick peck to the boy’s cheek, then pulled him along with you as you walked atop a tree trunk bridge back to the lake. currently, the two of you were clad only in your undergarments, having gone out with the intention of swimming for the whole day. your clothes were strewn over the branch of a fallen oak, basking in the sun. the water was freezing, a stark contrast to the midsummer heat that lingered in the air. treech held your hand as you stepped in, prepared to catch you if you accidentally slipped. at first, you sunk into the shallow water leisurely, but as the water reached your hips, you let go of treech’s hand, completely submerging yourself in order to get used to the temperature. as you arose, your teeth chattered, but a grin was still plastered on your face.

     “get in, the water’s great!” you invited treech to join you with a sarcastic remark as he stood to the side, opting to just watch you. you could tell he contemplated it, but he denied, shaking his head. “where’s the fun in that?” you whined.

     “i’ve gotta do something first.” he simply replied, a roguish glint in his eyes. you were suspicious, but let him do his own thing as you bathed in the water and sunshine. the gravelly sand that covered the bottom of the pond indented the skin on the underside of your legs, adding a soothing pressure as you sat down, letting the water ripple around you. many minutes passed, and you grew restless the more time you spent alone in the water. venturing further into the pond, schools of minnows could be found darting rapidly. they brushed past your skin, maneuvering around your moving form. all was quiet aside from the waves of the water as you forded through. a rustle in the bushes from behind you startled you, causing you to jump and turn around quickly. treech had come back, his hands behind his back.

     “whatcha got there?” you queried, swimming over to him as he kneeled by the water. he just smiled, pulling out a bouquet of colorful wildflowers from behind him. vibrant pink poppies, orange lilies, mauve colored petunias, a few orchids scattered here and there, and yellow wallflowers galore all seemed to bloom from his hand. you were in complete and utter astonishment at the bundle of flowers and the work he had gone through to pick them for you. they were tied together with a loose stem, and you delicately took them from his hand. mother nature’s sweet scent wafted from the stunning plants, instantly soothing you. “these are beautiful, treech,” he grinned, eyes lighting up with pride. his smile always made you melt, and the way his hazel eyes, speckled with green and honey tones, glowed golden in the sun made him seem ethereal. laying the flowers down gently on the grass beside treech, you draped your arms around his neck, placing a tender kiss on his lips. treech gradually joined you in the water, but not before you plucked the sole, pale blue morning glory from the bouquet and tucked it behind his ear, brushing his curls out of his eyes. he took your hand as you guided him further into the pond. the two of you splashed around, laughing for hours until your fingers pruned.

     treech had to drag you out of the water as the sun got lower and lower, the sky growing a burnt orange. you groaned playfully, but shook the water out of your hair anyway, allowing it to drip on the grass below you. the earth felt cool and damp under your bare feet, and the wind blew against your body, making you shiver. quickly, you slipped your shirt over your head, and tied your skirt around your waist, hoping to gain some warmth from the items of clothing that had been strewn out in the sun all day. it seemed to work, but your arms were still bare and the wind was picking up. treech noticed the goosebumps that had formed all along your forearms, and he helped you into his wool coat. smiling, you thanked him, grateful for the extra source of heat. gracefully, you picked up your dainty bouquet of flowers. intertwining your fingers with his, treech led you out of the familiar woods, taking you down the roads of district seven, back to your home. like the gentleman he was, treech walked you to your door, waiting to make sure you got inside safely before leaving. he was just about to leave as you slipped through the front door, but you called his name before he could go any further. he raised his eyebrows, urging you to go on.

     “i love you,” you professed, coyly.

     “i love you more,” treech declared with a smile, before promptly turning and bidding you goodnight, the flower still adorning his hair. 

Love your coral work like it's so so good! I was wondering if you also write for Lamina? If you don't mind I'd love to send a req in soon! And can I be N anon? Take care <33

thank you! and i could probably give writing for lamina a try 😊 i’m not gonna lie, i’m not too sure how anons work, but i’ll try my best lol

so so so interesting to read abouttt. i’ve been thinking about what the tributes’ last names might be hmmm

naming in songbirds and snakes

authors note: it is 1 am and this is unbataed, apologies for any spelling or grammar errors.

the hunger games is known for its outrageous, futuristic names; one of my favorite pieces of the series. this post does a beautiful job analyzing the names that appear in the original trilogy and categorizing them into 4 different categories. but that post is a little old and we’ve just recently got a lot more content (and names) to pick apart and analyze.

researching these names reminds me how everything suzanne includes in her novels is intentional. she doesn’t pick random names because they sound good but because they mean something. i think that’s important to remember while reading this series. it’s definitely something i will keep in mind during my next reread of the trilogy.

i didn’t cover every name in tbosas. if there’s a name you have thoughts about, reblog and let me know.

potential tbosas spoilers and long post under the cut

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— lamina icons | the ballad of songbirds and snakes

no credit needed :-)

CATO in THE HUNGER GAMES (2012) dir. Gary Ross CORAL in THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES (2023) dir. Francis Lawrence

Hii I was wondering if u can make a lamina and treech story were they dating!! Thank uuuu💗💗

love the way you lie

treech x lamina

a/n → while i don’t typically write character x character, i put that aside and decided to make an exception for these two because they are both in my top three tributes 🫶🏼 this is a rough first attempt, and if it didn’t quite reach your expectations, feel free to request again, i’m happy to try until i get it right :)

notes → in which an unlucky pair of lovers are reaped for the tenth annual hunger games. my longest fic yet at 2.5k words!

warnings → angst, violence, canon character deaths, typical hunger games warnings. not edited and uploaded via iphone

     oh, how unfortunate it was that district seven’s resident lovebirds got reaped together. treech didn’t think he could ever raise a hand to poor, sweet lamina. what was he to do? his heart was racing, fabricating all of the different possibilities, as well as outcomes. from where he stood on stage, his eyes scanned the crowd in search of her. lamina, who was already crying when they called treech’s name, couldn’t stop herself from weeping when her own name now echoed across the square. she was never a big fan of crowds, and it was worse now that everyone’s eyes were on the girl. she simply couldn’t handle it. sniffling, with tears stinging her eyes, she kept her eyes low as she shakily made her way to the stage. lamina began to ascend the steps of the hall, and treech couldn’t help but reach out to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. only then did lamina look around, possibly taking in the very last look of her district. her ears were ringing as the mayor made a final announcement that she had been unable to register. soon, the peacekeepers were forcing them into the hall, where they would then be placed on a cargo train and sent to their death.

     the first night on the train, lamina barely got a lick of sleep, and treech didn’t receive any, as he was too busy making sure lamina was okay. his reassuring affirmations lulled her to bed for at least a few hours. both sets of tributes from four and one were already in the cart when treech and lamina had boarded, and the duo from five entered not too long after. lamina cuddled up closer to treech, overwhelmed with anxiety. the boy was finally about to close his eyes and rest when the train came to a vicious hault, screeching loudly. treech winced at the volume as lamina instinctively grasped onto his arm. shouting could be heard from outside, and all the tributes had to squint when a peacekeeper swung the car door open, their eyes having not seen light for many hours. the peacekeeper began shouting, banging his gun on the wall as the tributes started to scamper out of the cart. treech’s hand found it’s way to lamina’s as the pair looked around at the change of scenery, as well as the other tributes. they didn’t have much time to adjust because almost immediately they were being beckoned to another vehicle, this time a van. treech sat lamina down near the front of the van, checking up on her to see if she was okay while more tributes filed in. with the new tributes squeezing into the seats, lamina was no longer directly next to treech, separated by the boy from ten. chaos ensued as one tribute tried to escape, sprinting out of line, causing treech to peer out of the van at him. lamina, on the other hand, was too distracted by the capital boy who had snuck his way on while the peacekeepers were preoccupied. as the little boy was apprehended and thrown into the van, the doors immediately shut and all eyes were on the capital boy. except for lamina, who kept her eyes down, not wanting to gain any attention. the capital boy greeted them hesitantly, intimidated by all the eyes on him, but he was suddenly shoved up against the wall by reaper, the male from eleven. lamina flinched, and tried making herself smaller where she sat. treech, much like the others, was glaring at the boy with animosity. with most of the tributes on the same page, many agreed to just killing the boy. at the proposition, his eyes widened and he looked around frantically. much more discourse occurred until the van started backing up, tilting backwards as the doors flung open. treech desperately tried to hold onto lamina before he fell, and the two descended nearly twenty feet, landing on a clump of rocks. 

     lamina stood behind treech as they assessed the new location, the inside of a cage. she took notice of the capital citizens that were peering in at them as if they were animals, and she took another cautious step further behind treech. a reporter was outside, calling something out to the capital boy. treech recalled the man as lucky flickerman, a weatherman. he pointed his observation out to lamina, who lacked a response. the pair watched intently as the capital boy led lucy gray up to the front of the cage, interacting with the children near the front until peacekeepers arrived to rescue the boy, leading him away. lamina gestured for treech to join her at the nearby rock she decided to claim for them, thinking it useful to have a surface to sleep on that wasn’t dirt.

     for the first time ever in their relationship, treech and lamina were both speechless. it wasn’t that they didn’t have anything to say, but rather those thoughts just couldn’t be expressed with words. as the day dragged on, more so-called mentors arrived. they came baring food and water, but unluckily for the district seven tributes, their mentors apparently had better things to do. typical. treech fumed at the thought, and lamina anxiously twiddled her thumbs, sniffling once again. she had always been quiet, spending her days atop trees, her head in the clouds; it was her happy place. the rest of the world was too much for her, too crowded, not to mention corrupt. but it was inescapable, and now lamina had to face all that she feared. the girl simply could not do it without crying. treech felt helpless as he was unsure how to make this any better for her, it seemed like an impossible task to accomplish. on top of that, both of them also had to cope with the fact that only one tribute got to come out alive. their dark thoughts were interrupted as a shrill shriek rang throughout the zoo. treech immediately jumped up, placing a protective arm in front of lamina and watching the whole ordeal. blood seeped from a mentor’s throat as she gasped for air unsuccessfully. in a matter of seconds, peacekeepers were shooting into the arena as treech pulled himself and lamina behind their rock in an attempt to dodge the bullets. adrenaline pumps through their veins, and lamina was fighting back tears. they decide right there that they should be treasuring the time they still had together.

     their plans forcibly changed when peacekeepers arrived to chain them up, hauling them away somewhere unknown. chained to desks and unable to leave, the tributes looked around in confusion, until the mentors arrived. both lamina and treech didn’t meet their mentors beforehand, so the  capitol children who sat before them were complete strangers. lamina was already on the verge of tears, and treech stared silently at his mentor coldly. pup harrington spoke something to lamina about winning and she snapped, hiding her face in her hands as she began to sob uncontrollably. treech glanced over at her in pity as he tried to answer some of his mentor’s questions, but he just couldn’t get through it without almost giving into his urges to jump at the entitled girl. both mentor’s emerged unsuccessful, and treech and lamina were taken back to the zoo, still in chains. 

     to the tributes’ surprise, when the peacekeepers came back, they came to take off their chains. treech rubbed his wrists, sore from the binds and looked over at lamina. together, they climbed into the van. this time, they were taken to the capitol arena, where they met with their mentors for the second time today. they entered the arena side by side with their mentors. upon entry, though, the tributes and mentors spread out, exploring the arena where twenty three district kids would spend their final moments. a whimpering lamina stayed nearby treech, but they were far enough apart that when a voice rung out, calling for treech, he ventured toward it without her. the disruption was caused by coral, mizzen and tanner surrounding her in a similar fashion to lackeys. when coral beckoned for treech to join them, treech turned, calling for lamina, and she began to follow before coral objected. treech stood astonished as he contemplated the idea of abandoning lamina. intrusive thoughts creeped into his mind. he would never admit it, but deep down treech was growing weary of lamina’s constant need for reassurance. if he were to stand by her side for the entirety of the games, continuing to baby her as he had been doing, she would surely drag him down, getting both of them killed. treech thought about his family back at home, the little sister that was always counting on him, his mother who cared for him with all of her heart. wasn’t that reason enough to want to win? and he surely couldn’t win if his sensitive lamina was quivering the whole time. treech told himself that this was for the better, that lamina understood where he was coming from and would want him to win as well. but he couldn’t be more wrong. as treech’s back turned to the girl, lamina’s lip trembled and she uneasily scanned the arena. she had never thought that treech would just leave her high and dry like that. what was she to do now? her mind was racing until a sudden explosion sent her flying across the arena, the impact knocking her out.

     everything was a blur after that, being yanked off of the floor of the arena, the medical attention she received later that night from a vet, even the peacekeepers waking her up the next morning, dragging her to the games. but as the countdown began, she knew she must get it together. lamina wiped her tears away, looking around at her fellow tributes as a countdown played in the arena. treech peered over at her, releasing a shaky breath before relinquishing any second thoughts. if either of them wanted to return home, they could no longer rely on each other. the blood bath began as the countdown reached an end, the strongest tributes running to grab a weapon, including treech, who had grabbed an axe, beginning to swing violently at lucy gray. lamina stayed out of their way, avoiding the rest as she tried not to draw attention to herself, something she was an expert at. amidst the chaos, lamina had inserted herself into a small alcove under the rubble cornucopia and waited. time passed, and lamina wondered if it was all over yet. carefully peeking out, she examined her surroundings before determining it was safe and fully pulling herself out of the rubble. her mind worked quickly, and she grabbed a knife as well as a small axe. she turned the axe over in her hands, testing its sharpness, and it was then that she remembered treech was the one who taught her how to properly use the weapon. she wondered if she would have to kill him with one. she then wondered if she even could. lamina’s eyes landed on marcus, strung up on a crossbeam and beaten half to death. the sight broke her heart, but there was no more room for tears here. she made her way up the rusted steel pole gracefully. after years of climbing trees in her free time, lamina could climb far better than any other tribute could. she took a deep breath, leaning down and looking to marcus for confirmation, asking with her eyes if death was something that he wanted. he begged her pitifully, voice almost gone. lamina didn’t think twice before bringing her axe down forcefully into the curved part of his neck, putting him out of his misery. she then cut the binds that held his body there, letting him fall the the floor with a thud. catching her breath, she quickly got up when she caught sight of a drone coming towards her. her eyes widened as it drew closer, forcing her to duck as the drone crashed on the pole behind her. there, lamina settled down, curling up into a ball and allowing her thoughts to run rapid, thinking about her treech who was no longer hers. was he dead yet? maybe he was coming to kill her?

     meanwhile, the boy in question was lurking the tunnels, following coral and trying not to succumb to the doubt and guilt that had been eating him alive. when he left lamina, he left a part of himself behind. it took everything in him not so swing his axe down on coral and run as fast as he could to his lover. but could he even call her that anymore? he had deserted her when she most needed him. and who knew? maybe she was already dead. while the thought tore him apart, he knew it would probably be for the better. one person closer to going back home. but on second thought, he realized his home was with lamina. the realization made him stop dead in his tracks, where he stood for a solid minute before tannner called out for him. after that, thoughts of simply killing himself arose in his mind as he continued to follow the group into the next day. coral’s obsession with killing lucy gray brought them to where they were now, surrounding her in preparation to attack. coral was just about to ram her trident at the girl when a multitude of drones came crashing at the pack. treech tried to fight them away with his axe, but they brought him to his knees. in that time, lucy gray had gotten away as coral let out a myriad of complaints. she instructed treech and tanner to collect the water that remained, while she and mizzen gunned for lamina, who was draped over the large crossbeam. lamina. his lamina, his girl, his everything. how could he just stand by when his allies were going to kill her? he didn’t know himself. treech just tried to push down his feelings, organizing the water into a pile, then following tanner to watch lamina’s undoing.

     lamina fought with everything in her, dodging jabs with her axe left and right. she had finally got into the offensive position, when coral stabbed her in the back, forcing her to turn back over. coral’s weapon had much more range than hers, and there was not much she could do now with blood seeping out of her. lamina instinctively tried to call out for treech as coral’s trident plunged into her abdomen, despite knowing that his loyalties had changed. her voice was too weak, anyway, having not spoken for days now. still, she desperately looked to him, but his eyes were fixed to the floor, unable to watch the scene in front of him. her body was on fire as she attempted to persist, her spirit overestimating the state of her body. lamina took one last look at the world around her, at her treech, before life drained from her eyes. her body limply fell to the ground, and treech had to stop himself from breaking down as coral began yelling once again. he promised to help her. to get her out of here even if it meant getting himself killed. what had he done? everything he had accomplished in the past few days went against his very morals, his heart, for the sake of what? survival? he watched blankly as tanner sunk to the ground, lifeless as coral’s trident drive into his form. he desperately wished to suffer the same fate. maybe then he could have lamina back.