↳ 𝗣𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗔 𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝔁 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 ⋆˚ ༘ 𖥧
❝ happy hunger games! and may
the odds be ever in your favour! ❞
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𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 after your little sister is reaped for the hunger games, you volunteer for to replace her...
𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰. Peeta and I had returned from the Games yesterday and were being showered with love from the Capitol citizens.
"They're not happy with you," Haymitch told me.
"Why? Because I didn't die?" I asked.
"Because you showed them up," he corrected.
"Well, I'm sorry it didn't go the way they planned. You know, I'm not very happy with them either."
"Y/N!" Haymitch said in a whisper, but from his tone, I turned to him, finding him with furrowed brows. "This is serious. Not just for you. They don't take these things lightly."
Seneca sauntered through the halls of the center, two Peacekeepers following behind him. They stepped towards the brass doors, opening them for the head Gamemaker.
He was confused when he stepped inside, seeing that President Snow wasn't there like he had arranged. The doors clicked shut behind him, and he turned towards them, quickly reaching to take the handle.
When he pulled on them, they were locked shut. Turning back around, his eyes caught onto the glass bowl that was sitting on a golden table in the center of the room.
Seneca took slow steps towards the bowl, his eyes widened as he pursed his lips, discovering the genetically mutated berries he had created for the Games.
Nightlock.
Caesar Flickerman smiled radiantly to the huge crowd, laughing kindly at their elated claps.
From inside the dressing room, I stood, wearing a silky white dress, that seemed to shift with each movement. My hair was in an elaborate braided updo, with two curled strands falling around my face.
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I continued to listen to Haymitch as he instructed everything I had to say. "When they ask, you say you couldn't help yourself. You- You were so madly in love with this boy that the thought of not being with him was unthinkable. You- You'd rather die than not be with him. You understand?"
When I came on stage, Peeta had come from the other side. He smiled softly, eyes raking over me with a loving gaze that, for a moment, I believed to be real.
He took my hand as the crowd clapped and exclaimed at our arrival, Caesar already starting his questions and compliments as we sat. "How did you feel when you found him by that river?" he asked after he questioned us about the Games.
The audience watched in anticipation as a gentle smile came to my face, almost as if reliving the moment. "I felt like the happiest person in the world." Caesar sighed in awe as the crowd cooed. I chuckled at their reaction, looking to Peeta. "I couldn't imagine life without him."
"Oh," Caesar breathed. He watched as we intwined our fingers, his thump running over the top of my hand. "And what about you, Peeta?"
"I mean, she saved my life," he said, staring at me.
"We saved each other."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the star-crossed lovers from District 12, this year's victors of the 74th Annual Hunger Games!"
The entire Capitol were ecstatic for Peeta and I's crowning ceremony. Nobody wanted to miss such a momentous occasion. I stood from the golden throne when President Snow stepped forward with the crown. I stared at him as he placed the shining circlet on my head. "Congratulations," he said.
"Thank you," I murmured.
He glanced down and moved a piece of my H/C hair to reveal the Mockingjay pin from Primrose. "What a lovely pin."
"Thank you. It's from my district."
"They must be very proud of you." I didn't answer him, and when he stepped away, I subtly gulped, blinking rapidly. Peeta watched me from the other throne but looked away when Snow approached him with his own crown.
Peeta and I stood by the large window of the train, observing the familiar forestry of District 12. "So, what happens when we get back?" he asked, turning his head to look at me.
"I don't know. I guess we try to forget," I answered, reciprocating his action as we locked gazes.
"I don't want to forget."
The people of District 12 screamed and cheered for Peeta and I as we waved. My smile was shaky compared to his, but it soon faded when I found Prim. She was perched atop Gale's shoulders, waving desperately at me with our mother was beside him.
My grin faltered when I looked at Gale, with his soft smile as he nodded at me.
Peeta followed my gaze, before reaching down and cradling my hand in his. Raising them, the shrieks and claps increased as I couldn't help but grin.
