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Tales From The Labyrinth [Tributember 2024]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60251710/chapters/153753643

Introducing Tales From the Labyrinth — a series of one-shots involving characters from my other fic Unto the Labyrinth! I did these last November and didn’t get around to posting them here until now <3 I hope you enjoy!

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Fandom: The Hunger Games - All Media Types

Rating: Teen and up

Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Charactee Death

Relationships: Original Character(s) & Original Character(s), Haymitch Abernathy & Original Character(s)

Summary: “Side POVs and story tidbits from the world of "Unto the Labyrinth" and the 57th Hunger Games, up through Chapter 11. Previous reading encouraged but not required.

[Tributember 2024, credit goes to @sunnyjustice for the prompts!]”

Regrets

Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager and Star Trek: Prodigy

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Janeway/Chakotay, Janeway & Zero

Summary: “Admiral Janeway and the crew of the USS Voyager-B finally rescue the lost crew of the Protostar, but Chakotay is close to death, to the devastation of Janeway. She and Zero have a heart-to-heart conversation.”

Sorry for abandoning this blog 😭 I’ll post some stuff later!

Got this on my main and had permission to post here!

This is from the next chapter of The Town of Anywhere by the way!

So I kinda forgot about Tumblr for a while and now I have a backlog of Unto the Labyrinth chapters to post. Whoops.

I’ll be queuing those up for the next couple of days

👾 WHAT IS UP WITH THE MIIS (I question, calmly)

Not much really, I started this fic in 2021 in the throes of my Miitopia hyperfixation and then never finished it.

I’m just gonna post the whole thing since it’s so short

For context, there is a dark lord who steals people’s faces

CW: mild body horror

It never hit Vas how awful it felt to lose one’s face until she lost her own face.

At first, there was a tingling sensation that quickly turned into a burning sensation as her face was ripped off her body, her being split in two. She was now two entities, both of which she was painfully aware of.

She could still feel the sensations of her physical body. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the firm floor beneath her feet, and the metal of her wand in her hand. But she was blind and mute, unable to see and unable to speak, to once again curse the being that had done this to her and countless others. So she just stood in place and clutched her mage’s wand and hoped her body would remain safe.

Her face, through which she could see and speak from, was another story. The Dark Lord Athlios, who she could only hear for right now and the one responsible for Vas’s current state, was pulling her face back towards him, making some sort of awful pun about faces. Through her disembodied eyes she could see her three teammates down below, looking on in disbelief as their leader’s face floated in front of them.

Their leader. Vas was supposed to be their leader, yet she foolishly let this happen to her. She should have seen it coming. After all, Athlios had already stolen the faces of all her friends. It was natural he eventually stole hers. But yet the event was still unexpected and oddly embarrassing. She was supposed to be the put-together one, goddammit!

Since her face and her brain were disconnected, Vas wasn’t entirely sure how she was able to speak. Scientifically, it shouldn’t be possible, but Vas had learned that here in Miitopia, sometimes it was better to leave some questions unanswered. But she was able to speak, and in her bewildered state, she was only able to cry out one measly word.

“Help!”

“Give it back,” Irene threatened the Dark Lord, pointing her staff at him. The staff glinted in the dim lighting of the castle, provided only by the firelight emitting from both the chandeliers and the volcanic landscape outside. Athlios’ villainous laughter filled the stone chamber.

“I don’t think I will. In fact, I think I need another one.”

Before Irene could say another word, her face separated from her body and flew through the air, hovering right next to Vas’s. Irene’s body, now faceless, stood next to Vas’s body, clutching her staff in the same manner Vas clutched her wand. Athlios did another evil laugh.

“Let’s see you guys FACE this!”

Vas felt her face being pulled backwards, before colliding with something. An imp. There was another brief tingling sensation as her face settled on the creature’s head, and Vas felt her consciousness merge with that of the imp’s. She could feel its body as if it were her own, and she felt its thoughts and emotions. The imp mostly just felt rage towards Vas, Irene, and their two remaining teammates. After all, the Dark Lord’s imps were made specifically to try and destroy them, after all.

The imp started to attack, striking Drac, the team’s vampire-turned-chef, into the chest with its pitchfork. Vas couldn’t control the actions of the imp, she quickly realized, she was just along for the ride. When the imp turned back to take its place on the right side of the Dark Lord, Vas saw another imp on the left side of Athlios, this one with the face of Irene. Her face looked scared, the same emotion Vas was feeling, yet hers also had a hint of acceptance on it. Which made sense, Vas thought, seeing as this is now the second time Irene’s had her face stolen and tacked to one of Athlios’ entities. The first time it had happened, her face had been attached to Cerberus, along with the faces of Drac and Loup. The same trio that had come along with Vas for this fight.

hello writers.

So, upon reading Sunrise on the Reaping, I’d like to congratulate Unto the Labyrinth for officially now being canon-divergent and an AU.

I’m a little pissed that SotR messed up UtL’s story trajectory so bad, especially with Beetee, but whatever.

I’ll release an official statement when I post the next chapter of Unto the Labyrinth

Unto the Labyrinth

Fandom: The Hunger Games - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Original Character(s) & Original Character(s), Beetee Latier & Original Chatacter

Summary: “Maze Donahue always thought she would be lonely forever. No one wanted to be friends with a troublesome orphan with a penchant for pranks. But when the unthinkable happens and she is Reaped for the 57th Hunger Games, she is shocked to find people taking an interest in her for the first time ever - the Capitol, her mentor Beetee, and even other tributes. She must deal with the impermanence of this social support, including the deaths of her allies, and try to survive the horrors of the Hunger Games and all that comes afterwards.

But no matter what, she won't ever be alone again.”

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This is a rewrite and continuation of a fic called “Lonely Girl of 3” that I wrote back in 2014!

The original fic can be found on both AO3 and FFN!

Unto the Labyrinth Chapter 6 is up!

Anxiety overtook Maze. She thumbed her ring, fingers trembling.

She was up.

Finally, the applause for the District 2 boy began dying down, and someone wearing all black at the side of the stage motioned to Maze, indicating she was next.

She sat up straight and prepared to stand up, moving her thumb over her ring one last time. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“And now, for someone who we’ve been curious about since her Reaping, and even more curious about since the tribute parade,” Caesar announced. “The one and only, Maze Donahue, from District 3!”

Maze took a deep breath, stood up, and walked out onto the stage to thunderous applause.

Fandom: The Hunger Games - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: OC & OC, Beetee Latier & OC

Summary: “Maze Donahue always thought she would be lonely forever. No one wanted to be friends with a troublesome orphan with a penchant for pranks. But when the unthinkable happens and she is Reaped for the 57th Hunger Games, she is shocked to find people taking an interest in her for the first time ever - the Capitol, her mentor Beetee, and even other tributes. She must deal with the impermanence of this social support, including the deaths of her allies, and try to survive the horrors of the Hunger Games and all that comes afterwards.

But no matter what, she won’t ever be alone again.”