Meaning of repeating all these foolish moves

Well of course, they were hardly one's definition of normal.

Little Waylon Wilder, the kid with zero filter, rapier wit, and renowned taste in hats. He only really hangs out with the girl back from Eleven, who shared similar humour. The two were a force to be reckoned with, their intelligence, sharp tongues, and athletic prowess. But he was toxic on his own. That smile of his, it was just made to tease everyone, play with their heart before putting their king in check. Damn, I hate that kid.

And he himself, he had had an odd life. Being mauled by a wolf at age six was hardly a good omen, after all. Disowned by his parents, Jasons was a name spoken with bitterness. But being in the circus wasn't all bad. He was tough, strong and confident, at least he thinks he is. He is a wolf trainer, damn it! Of course he wasn't normal! Little Alessandro Jasons died long ago, Alessandro Lionheart is here to stay. And he is ready to fuck everyone up.

So no, they weren't just average. They were more than that, and they knew it.

It was the only reason they were still alive.

Reason to step as the music grooves

They'd won another stupid challenge, they could rest easy.

Waylon had always liked the beach, not that he'd seen many in Three. And so, when Vissie opted for some time alone, that was where he went.

He tapped out an imaginary beat with bare feet on the sand. He brushed his hair out of his face, bright red, as Pahakuaii as could be, and did what came naturally with music. He started to dance.

He was not just a dreaming kid. Well, he was, but he was a gymnast. As such, his acrobatic prowess shone through when he was dancing alone on the beach at midnight.

But of course, he wasn't alone. Alessandro, the mysterious 11 boy, was dancing as well. Waylon was wrapped up so deeply in his greatest joy, he didn't even notice the footsteps on the beach barely seven metres from him. Of course, the same couldn't be said for Alessandro himself. He started throwing out moves even more impressive than the last, taught by everyone in the circus he'd grown up with.

Until their worlds collided.

Finding it... finding it... no meaning, no reason

Inexplicably, the beats lined up, and Waylon found himself staring deep into the eyes of Alessandro Lionheart. One diamond blue, other chocolate brown. He almost couldn't draw his gaze away, for reasons he couldn't explain. Maybe this is what Gaines meant when he said Giuliette loved me. Maybe this was what Aquacorde meant when she mentioned she had a crush on Aaron. Maybe...I love him.

But no, that's ridiculous.

Is this what happens to everyone in a deathmatch?

The taller boy swept a curl of red away from Waylon's equally red face. They clasped hands, and began to dance, an energetic tango-like dance that left him breathless, and he still couldn't explain why.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because..I.."

Alessandro spins Waylon, and water laps at their heels as they dance, movements becoming more frenzied. A steely glance crosses Alessandro's eyes.

"Don't mess with me. I can fuck you up badly."

"Not if I stab first."

The gymnast smirks at his comeback and dives into the water.

Just want to dance when I need a little blue

Of course, it comes naturally to dive in the water after Waylon.

The gymnast swims gracefully through the salty water, and soon raises his head to catch a breath. His hair is plastered to his pale face, and he grins cheekily before diving back under, going towards the shore. Alessandro swims after him, and soon, their heads are taking in the crisp air of the night.

Alessandro can't bear it anymore. He'd noticed the extroverted Three boy from the start, like most of the nation, but over today, he'd been struck with the urge to envelop him in his arms and kiss him until they absolutely had to breathe.

And so he did.

They could taste the salt on each other's lips, and the stars and moon seemed brighter in the sky. The water was crystal clear, and the world was perfect. There were just them, and no one else.

Waylon was taken by surprise by the kiss at first, then happiness, and kissed Alessandro Lionheart back. Cameras be damned, they were kissing and they were happy.

Just want to laugh when I need a little tear.

Pairing: Waylon Wilder (made by me) and Alessandro Lionheart (made by MoonlessGalaxy)

Story: Dreaming Of Starry Skies' Survivor

AU Modifications In This Oneshot: Waylon has been aged up to 16, so that it would be a bit less...

Song: World's End Dancehall (lyrics by Lasah)

So this is the first in a collection of cheesy oneshots that ship my tributes with other tributes or characters. It will be fluffy, cheesy and cringey. I will update whenever I get inspiration :D

The Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins, the setting belongs to Dreaming, and Alessandro belongs to MoonlessGalaxy. I think that's all for copyrights.

Don't hate me for my terrible ships,

Winter