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Insults || Peeta Mellark (part 1)

(Y/n) watched uncomfortably as his friends eyed the boy from district 12, like eagles circling their prey.
(Y/n) had watched him too, but not as menacingly as they. He just admired him from afar.
They looked like they wanted to consume him.

(Y/n) was from (whatever district) but managed to befriend the careerists to minimize the danger from that front.
He knew they'd trained their entire life for this, so of course he wanted to be on their good side.
It wasn't like he'd be able to take any of them down anyways.

"Guys, cut him some slack."
(Y/n) mumbled as he walked up to the group. Even if he was their friend, he couldn't help but be intimidated by them.

Cato scoffed at that, shaking his head.
"Look at him, he's pathetic! He shouldn't even be here. I bet he'd rather be home helping his mother fix her skirt..."
He stated, still staring intently at Peeta.
The group made noises of agreement.

"Didn't your parents teach you not to judge a book by its cover?"
He huffed back at them, before looking over at Peeta who was very well aware of their glares.

He stood frozen, like a terrified mouse, unsure of what to do.
He glanced over to the careerists, who remained smirking at him. He swallowed nervously before he met (y/n)'s gaze.

'Throw the ball!'
(Y/n) mouthed to him, nodding his head towards the balls weights. He knew Peeta had his strength going for him.

Peeta got the message, and made his way over to the weights, picking one up.
He then threw it at the weapons, which fell to the ground due to the impact.
He shifted and glanced back over to the careerists.

Cato nodded slowly, as if thinking about his action.
"Not bad."
He admitted, against his own will, before he turned around, as the group started conversing with themselves.

Peeta visibly relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief, before he nodded at (y/n), as if to say thank you.
(Y/n) nodded back, a soft smile on his face.

———

"I bet there's a special girl for you at home huh? What's her name, huh? Is she pretty?"
The interviewer shoved a mic into Peetas face, expecting the perfect answer.

"I, Uhh, no actually."
Peeta glanced around the ground before meeting the interviewers eyes again. He fidgeted nervously. He was playing a dangerous game right now.

(Y/n) leaned back in his couch as he watched the man on the tv. He had actually been wondering that exact thing although he would die before he'd admit that.

"Oh come on, a handsome guy like you oughta have someone! Look at that face..."
The crowd cheered, and the interviewer laughed.
"What's her name?"

Peeta swallowed them lump in his throat.
What did he have to lose? He was probably gonna die here anyway.
"Actually, I'm gay."

(Y/n) felt his heart stop, and he felt like the breath had been knocked out of him.
Suddenly the world became a little brighter.
Peeta Mellark, was gay too.

The crowd fell silent at the revelation, and you could see Peeta looking down, preparing for the biggest humiliation in his life.

"You hear that, people? That's our first openly gay tribute!"
The interviewer declared loudly, and cheers erupted from all around.

Peeta couldn't help but smile. At least that's something good in this completely shitty situation.
His mother would kill him if he survived this. But hey, he probably wouldn't survive this.

———

(Y/n) stood frozen in fear as the platform rose up towards ground level. Suddenly he was in the arena.
He looked around, at the variation between the facial expressions. Some looked happy, excited even, meanwhile other faces were tear stained. There was a twelve year old girl there. His heart ached for her.

He looked around and then his eyes met Peetas. He nodded softly as if to wish him good luck, to which Peeta returned a nod.

3.

2.

1.

Go.

(Y/n) shot forward to grab a bag of supplies. He couldn't hear anything but his heart thumping in his chest, as adrenaline pumped through his body. This was life or death.

He managed to grab one, and sprinted towards the woods, narrowly ducking away from a knife that was aimed at his head.
Another one managed to cut through his shirt, and draw a bit of blood. He hissed in pain but he couldn't stop now.

After running for an eternity he sat down by a tree, desperately trying to catch his breath. Running was never his strong suit. The bag he placed beside him, as he turned towards it to investigate, praying there was some sort of bandage.
He opened the bag and- there was a small knife! That meant he could at least manage to get himself some food. There was also a rope, a blanket, a bottle, a whistle and some other stuff.
He sighed. No bandage.
He ripped off a piece of his shirt and tied it around the wound on his arm. This might at least stop the bleeding.

He froze in fear once again as he heard rustling behind him. Was he gonna have to fight already? He really didn't like the thought of that.
He grabbed the knife and quickly stood up, almost tripping over his own feet as he turned around to face the person.

Behind him stood Peeta, eyes wide and with his arms raised in surrender.
"I-I don't want to fight!"
He stated as he hesitantly lowered his hands.

(Y/n) eyed him suspiciously, before he lowered the knife and put it into its holder.
"Neither do I. What are you doing here?"

"I... well, I'm here to suggest an alliance."
Peeta almost sounded nervous as he said this.

This took (y/n) by surprise. He didn't have any particular skills that could be useful. Or at least he didn't think so.
"With me?... why?"

"I heard you have knowledge in herbs and berries and food and that stuff, and I'm strong, so if we team up we have a better chance to survive..."
He shifted a bit.

(Y/n) thought about it for a moment. He noted that Peeta had taken a bag as well, meaning he didn't have that much intentions of fighting. Or maybe his weapon was in the bag?

What did he have to lose.

"Sure."
(Y/n) nodded and stepped towards him, holding out his hand for him to shake.

Peeta smiled, and shook it.

———

A couple of days had went by without anything happening, and Peeta and (y/n) were basically best of friends at this point.
(Y/n) had managed to fill a bag with berries, and things seemed to be going their way. They were laughing amongst themselves as they made their way through the woods.

But suddenly (y/n) tensed up.

"Wait..."
He mumbled and quickly stopped Peet's, putting a hand on his shoulder to signal for him to be quiet.

Peeta looked at him concerned, but froze as he heard twigs snapping close by.
"Someone's coming."
(Y/n) mumbled.

"You got a great ear (Y/n)" oh shut up. Godamnit. That's Cato.

The careerists approached them both, looking cocky and mean like usual.
"You know which way Katniss went?" Cato asked and tilted his head, a fake smile playing on his lips as he had his arms crossed. He clearly was threatening them.

"We'll show you" Peeta said as he looked at Cato with wide eyes. His arms were half raised to show he wasn't a threat.

(( I'm gonna make a part two shhshs I'm just very slow and I have not motivation.

A bit of an update. I'm going on testosterone soon! In maybe one or two months. I'm very excited.))