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Finnick x ReaderWiress was lying under the cover of the trees, her hands over her eyes. She moaned something incoherently and rolled over onto her stomach.
Johanna sat in the sand, staring out at the Cornucopia. Finnick crouched behind her, talking quietly. She shook her head angrily.
"No. All four of us should watch, or better, the two of us. I don't trust her," she motioned towards you. "She'll just desert us like Katniss and Peeta. We need to find them; we promised Haymitch we'd get them out of here," she said in a low whisper.
"Why don't we take the watches in three shifts? Wiress is obviously not feeling well. She ought to get some extra sleep," you put in, coming up behind the two of them. You were annoyed that Johanna was constantly talking about you behind your back, but you were unsure of what to say to stop her.
"You're just a stupid girl," Johanna said. "What would you know?"
Johanna pushed you angrily aside. You fell on your backside in the sand, reeling from the impact. Pulling Wiress to
Peeta x ReaderPeeta Mellark moved through the streets of District 13. Few people were outside; the temperature was below freezing and snowflakes drifted lazily, threatening a blizzard within the next few hours.
He reached the door of a small house on the edge of the district and the snow began to fall heavily. Peeta hoped he would make it back home before the blizzard kicked in. He knocked on the door, shifting the package he was carrying to his other hand.
You answer the door and look out at a boy wrapped in a thick scarf, a lopsided knit hat pushed down over his ears. His coat, threadbare and nearly see-through in places, didn't seem to be protecting him much from the cold.
"My father sent me to deliver your bread," Peeta said in a soft voice, looking up at you. His nose was red from the cold and his lips were beginning to turn blue.
"Well you shouldn't keep standing outside in this miserable weather," you said, offering him a smile. You feel bad that he has come all of this way just to bring you
Gale x ReaderGale sat alone in the forest, listening to the birds in the trees, and watching the water move below the ledge where he was sitting. It was the day of the Reaping and he just wanted to get away beforehand. There was nothing but fear and anxiety at home, for his name had been entered so many times into the Reaping.
You were looking for an escape from your own home, where your parents were growing upset at the thought of the impending Reaping. You were hoping that you would not be chosen, but your name was on a handful of those small papers.
Absorbed in your thoughts, you wandered through the forest, where you had come several times to have some time to yourself and once to daringly pick the plants that grew on the other side of the fence from District 13. You remembered that to be in the forest was illegal, and the thought made you nervous, but you pushed on. Every sound made you jump, for you knew how much trouble you could get in, and did not want to be caught.
You wandered across a s
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 6I wake in the morning to an empty room. Remembering where I am, I untangle myself from the sheets, trying to shake off the nightmare I'd been having minutes before. Sage walks in and smiles at me.
"Hey," I say, feeling a bit odd with him standing there, just looking at me.
"How did you sleep?" He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I stare blankly at him, lost in thought. "Esme?"
"Alright," I say, sliding out from beneath the covers. I walk to him and sit down next to him on the bed, my stomach grumbling angrily. "What time is it?" Sariah wanted me to be at breakfast at 8:40.
"Just past nine," he replies.
"I have to go," I call over my shoulder, running to the door. "I'll see you later."
His escort is standing just outside the door as I race out. She looks bewildered but I don't stop to let her ask questions. I fly down the hall and into the elevator, punching the button for my floor. As soon as I step out I know I'm in trouble. Sariah is pounding on my door, a worried Trinket
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 5When I get back to my room I try to sleep, but all I can do is toss and turn. Tomorrow is our first day in the Training Center. I tremble on the bed, clutching my stomach as my dinner threatens to make a reappearance. I can't stop shaking. I know I'll be dead within the next week. I need to get out of this room, so I leap up and, still clutching my stomach, race to the elevator in bare feet. All I'm wearing is some sweatpants and a dark green tank top.
I punch the up button and wait for the elevator to make the short trip to the roof. Outside, the Capitol is sprawled out, the lights bright and eerie in the midnight darkness. Here, on the rooftop are the gardens I've heard about. The Capitol designed them for the tributes to enjoy while they were staying here. It was a sanctuary. I had heard that you could not throwyourself from the roof because there was supposedly a force field to stop the suicidal tributes. I have no intention to test out this theory, but I was curious as
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 4When Glint and Trinket had dismissed us, we both left the dining room for our rooms. A woman in uniform led me to my room. I went to open the door and she tapped me on the shoulder, holding out a worn index card.
'If you need anything, just ask,' I read. I smiled at her and nodded. "Thank you," I said. She must have used those index cards repeatedly with the tributes on the trains before us.
I walked into the room, admiring the grandeur. There was a downy bed complete with sheets and a thick blanket, a walk in closet, and a bathroom. Slipping off my shoes, I walked across the plush carpet and examined the closet. There was a panel with different options. I selected a plain t-shirt and there was a series of clicks and a compartment opened above the panel. There were four t-shirts, of the same type, each one in a different size. I took the largest and threw it on, then crawled into my bed. The last thing I saw as I snuggled between the covers was the purple dress I'd worn today and which
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 3We boarded the train with no luggage other than our heavy hearts. The Peacekeepers dogged our every move until we were seated in an elaborate dining room. It was furnished with rich oriental carpeting, ornate wooden chairs and table, and small twinkling lights in the ceiling. I sat across from Martin and at the heads of the table sat Trinket and Glint. The Peacekeepers backed out of the room and two teenage girls wearing a simple uniform of black jeans and a dark green button up shirt wheeled in two carts parallel to the table. They stationed themselves by their carts.
"This is the best part, tributes. You can eat whatever you want, and how much of it you'd like. It's a great way to gain a few pounds before the arena. Trust me, you'll be glad you did then," Glint said in his gravelly voice.
I looked him over. He was short, only an inch or two taller than me. His muscles were wiry, yet prominent. Back in his day, he must have been quite the athlete. He stood up and walked over to a cart
The 63rd Hunger Games - Part 2The Reaping concluded with the citizens still clapping while we made our way to the capitol building. There was a Peacekeeper on either side of me. I reckoned they were there to keep us from running. Martin walked ahead of me, a confident smile on his face, showcasing his threatening demeanor in the way he held himself. Watching him walk in front of me, I sized him up.
He was tall, around six feet, and built of solid muscle. As a Career, he had obviously trained the majority of his life for these days. Careers were what the other districts, and the Capitol, called the tributes of District 1 and District 2. We had been trained from a young age for the Hunger Games. I had trained too, but I was not built as solidly as he was. I was smaller, almost slender compared to him. I worked mainly with throwing knives while he could swing a deadly blow with a sledgehammer and not even blink an eye.
We reached the capitol building. The Peacekeepers marched us in through the two large, oak doors. In
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