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The air was cold that morning. Small misty puffs jutted out from Astrid's nose as she sat crouched behind the thick trunk of the oak tree. Her knife at the ready as she followed the long strides of a buck. Dark thick locks framed her face, keeping pale skin hidden in the early morning light. She figured she could get at least one hunt in before the Reaping.

Every year, she feared her life. If not her own, her parents. They had already lost her older brother three years ago, and it nearly destroyed them. If her name got pulled, she feared that would be the final straw for them.

She moved slowly and strategically closer, calculating her steps to not draw attention. The buck lowered its head, nibbling on the dew soaked leaves. Astrid took her aim, throwing the knife directly towards its head. The animal fell with a satisfying thud. "Bullseye." She mumbled to herself.

After securing the buck with twine and hauling it up over her shoulders, she headed back to District 12. Surely, this would be enough to get something to feed her family.

It was still quiet when she entered. Everyone dreading the upcoming event that would ultimately decide the fate of two children for the Capitol's entertainment.

The smell of fresh bread hit her nose as she passed the bakery. Her stomach growled, but she kept walking.

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Peeta had been quiet since they left the train. Not the kind of quiet that settles between two people who know each other well—comfortable, easy—but the kind that curls in on itself, heavy and laced with something Katniss couldn't name. She kept catching him looking out the window like he was trying to memorize the landscape, like he knew something she didn’t. It made her stomach twist. For all the speeches they were forced to give and the charade they had to keep up, she’d never learned how to ask him the questions that mattered. Not when it counted. But now, with the Capitol drawing closer and the noose tightening around their necks, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

She found him in the lounge, hunched over a steaming mug he hadn’t touched. His fingers were curled tightly around the ceramic, knuckles pale. Katniss leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a moment before crossing the room. “Peeta?” Her voice came out softer than she meant it to. It wasn’t the performance voice or the one she used for speeches—it was just hers. Real. “Are you okay?” She didn’t expect a straight answer. None of them were okay. But she needed to hear it from him, needed to know if he was breaking, too—because if he was, she didn’t know how she’d hold them both together.

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five years did not make it any easier of a trip. without an official mentoring role, annie made it a point to come to the capitol only to flit about her friends. now, the newest victor was on her plate. she knew as well as any how difficult it could be to find your bearings in this place. she glided across the mentor's viewing room to sit on a plush red couch, fingertips automatically swirling at the smooth velvet. with the blond at the other end of the sofa, her green eyes fixated on him.

"how are you holding up?" she asked him, skipping past casual pleasantries. she knew who he was, the whole damn country did. he and katniss both. then again, on second thought, she realized he must have been quite young when her games happened, and the capitol was not wont to playing reruns, which suited her just fine. "i'm annie. from four." a deep district affectation tinged her voice, light and lilted and friendly.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ though it was the same every year , she still had a knot in her stomach any time she would wake up on reaping day . it did not matter the weather , it was like a grey cloud would always shroud the day in sorrow & despair , since two of her fellow peers would have to sacrifice themselves for the good of the district , to remind them of the consequences of that fateful period in history that they are still paying for in lives lost & blood shed . Valerie knows how at risk she is too , due to the amount of times she would put her name in , to gain extra resources for those that needed them ; she was not foolish enough to believe it was a good chance that she would be called next . however , due to her years of being kept secluded , kept away from the world & under the control of her family , was this really that bad ? her only opportunity to really be out within the district was this day , due to it being mandatory . it was not about keeping her safe from the horrors of it all , it was about control .

she arrives at the town square , going to get in line to sign in & show she is present . before she is able to disassociate from it all & shut down , she catches a glimpse of him ; peeta . she has seen him a few times , though she is not sure he knows of her , though that is fine ; she is not the best with interacting with people . she offers a soft smile , the best she can muster ; was it for her sake of his , she didn't know . ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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"Are you hurt?" Peeta Mellark for Astrid (During their Games) @bakersboywiththebread

Astrid stopped counting the days after day five in the arena. It was driving her crazy, especially since she and Peeta had been separated since day one. She had already been hunted by a couple of tributes from other districts. The only things that saved her were her hunting skills and her ability to hide in high places.

She trekked along the riverbank, gathering water when she heard a twig snap behind her. Astrid whipped around, her knife ready. Thankfully, it was Peeta. The wave of relief she felt was almost overwhelming. "Peeta? Oh my god, Peeta, thank God!" she cried, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. He did the same, his face buried in her neck.

He pulled back, holding her at arm's length as he checked her over. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his eyes darting all over her body and face. Astrid shook her head. "No. I'm fine. Oh, my God, I'm so happy to see you." Her body physically relaxed as she hugged him again.

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 “did you ever really love me?” @bakersboywiththebread for Katniss

➶ ┇ from .. meme sentence starters. ➶ ┇ status .. accepting.

࿐ the question came painfully complicated, as it always did when there was something forcing her to come to terms with her true feelings and reluctance to act on them or accept them. and now that something was peeta himself which had katniss teetering between what she should or shouldn't say. since in the past, she's regretfully known things she could say could burn and he was one of the people she didn't want to scorch. it created a hole that buried up in guilt inside her the first time she did it until it smothered her. this time, she'd at least be smarter with her choice of wording. "––of course i did." even if her voice was quiet, awkwardly looking else where as grey eyes trailed away. @bakersboywiththebread

[mcsonry]

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳: @bakersboywiththebread

Johanna had gone through a process when it came to the 75th games. She was dreading another year of mentoring, and yet right now it was all she yearned for. Anything was bound to be better than this reality. However, she had found a sense of comfort - though she'd never admit it to the bastard - when Haymitch had informed her he had a plan. She had not, however, expected the plan to a) involve her having to prioritise the safety of a girl she barely knew and already didn't like over herself and her closest friends, and b) involve her having to actually spend time with Abernathy's little alliance.

She'd agreed to join this little rebellion out of rage. Rage for the Capitol making her go through this again, Rage for Snow for what he did to her family, for what he did to her. Even if she died, knowing that nobody else would have to go through she did was something she was content with. She'd lost her fear four years prior, at her first games. Out of all the people involved, there were a few she found more acceptable. Her old friends such as Finnick, kept her sane for the most part, but there were nights throughout the training that she found herself alone, wondering what exactly the point of her being here was.

She sat now at the bar they'd been provided. The interviews were tomorrow, and she was trying her best to drown out any of the doubting voices remaining in her head. She was alone with her thoughts, and as she sipped her drink, she enjoyed the peace.