Because Hunger Is Fun, Of Course
Summary: Being an Omega in District 12 was…difficult. But getting selected for the Hunger Games was way worse. What luck Arthur had! FrUKUS Love Triangle.
Warning(s): Characters might be OOC, A/B/O Dynamics
Author's Notes: This story will be set in the Hunger Games Universe. However, it will not follow the storyline. I'll be using some elements of the original plot but other than that, well, not really. Even some of the game rules will be different – especially since this is set in the A/B/O world. As for the pairings, I have the end pairing in mind so there will be no poll this time. Although feel free to share with me your guesses, from the roles I put them in it might be obvious to some. No promises that I'm following the Hunger Games' Pairings though. For now, enjoy the drama of a love triangle.
Prologue
One thing was certain. Arthur could no longer afford to be weak.
Tears streamed down his face, his hand tightening around his younger brother's hand. Their mother stood in front of them, body shielding them from the Alpha officer, who informed them in a robotic voice that their father, along with their three older brothers have died in a mine explosion. Unfortunate casualties, he said.
This left their household Alpha-less. Which was very, very bad. Their family did not even have a Beta…who was going to work? Omegas weren't allowed in the mines. Most people would never give an Omega work. Not because they were bad workers per se, but because it was not right for an Omega to work in their society. Few jobs were available for Omegas and most of them…Arthur shivered. That type of work was for the desperate.
But they might just be there. Even at the young age of eleven, Arthur could understand all this, thanks to all the discussions his father had had with him.
And that was just thinking of the practical effects. Emotionally, Arthur felt exhausted. His father was—had been—a great Alpha. Even though Arthur was an Omega, he had not been left out when his father taught his brothers how to hunt. But while his elder brothers' had been taught how to use knife and their pure strength to bring the animals down, Arthur was handed a bow and arrow and was taught how to shoot. And he loved it. Not only was it a long-range weapon that kept him from harm's way, he turned out to be quite good at aiming, always managing to bring down the game with one or two arrows. Of course, along with that he learnt how to fish and gather edible plants but hunting with a bow—specially made for him by his father—gave him such a rush.
But now he was just gone.
His brothers too. They haven't been the greatest of brothers but they were still his brothers. And as Alphas, they had been protective of him, overprotective even. They had managed to not get chosen for any of the Hunger Games, even after entering their names the maximum number of times to get more grain for the family (which their parents had been strongly against), and then they were just gone. Killed off by an explosion.
How were they going to survive now? How was his mother dealing with this? Her mate and three sons were dead—could she provide for them while she suffered from the depression losing a mate usually brought?
Not that Arthur doubted his mother's abilities. She used to learn how to mash herbs and provide medical care when she was young, in her parents store before she mated with Arthur's father and moved to the Seam. But still… Arthur was worried.
No matter what though, Arthur would help her. Even if he didn't have to, he wanted to. His family…his family didn't deserve for this to happen to them. They deserved better and Arthur wanted to give them better.
Staring down at his seven-year-old brother, he knew that he wanted to protect him. Just like how his brothers did for him.
But now the question was how? How was he, a young Omega, going to do this?
It was a hard question. But for now, they grieved, crying in each other's arms as the unforgiving day came to a close.