https://archiveofourown.org/works/65879992
When I wake up this morning, it’s just a few minutes before Bran’s alarm goes off, calling us to our duty in the bakery beneath our room. For a moment, I panic, it’s not usual for me to wake up alone in the bed I share with my brothers. But then I remember: it’s the 4th of July.
I’m surprised by the lack of nightmares. Last year, I woke up drenched in sweat, and Rye had to calm me down.
———————— what if Peeta Mellark is reaped when he is just 13? What if he has to go to arena with someone close?
Hi this is my second fanfic, English is not my first language so if there is anything wrong tell me but I won’t apologise. I learned it just year and half ago ;))
I got inspired by fanfic called forest fire by folkfrog and it’s really awesome, also its bit inspired by fact called the victorious so check that to ;)