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bill-y · 3 years

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Peeta Mellark x male reader

[ We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family. ]

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

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Those words left my mouth without much thought. I wasn't thinking of the damned consequences at the moment.

Behind me was Kunal, an iron grip on my leg, bawling his eyes out. "Y/N! NO! NO! YOU CAN'T GO!" he pleaded, his cries getting louder by the second.

My hand ruffled his strawberry blonde hair, messing it up. "Let go, Nal," I said in the calmest tone I could muster. He shook his head, tears running down his cheeks, I cleared my dry throat, gulping down nothing. My mouth was dry as if I just ate a handful of salt, which was honestly a luxury.

My face remained stoic, the moment I show a sign of distress I know the people in the Capitol would eat it up like good bread. It entertains them, our suffering entertains them.

His hands slipped from my leg, gripping on my pants before he was finally taken away from me. "Up you go, Owl eyes," said Gale, his voice trying hard to remain steady. Beside him was Katniss, who was holding Kunal by the shoulders. She nodded, "Good luck, Y/n,"

I nodded, before looking back at the temporary stage. "Oh well, Bravo!" Effie exclaimed. "That's the spirit of the games!"

She was thrilled, finally seeing some action from this district. It made a pit in my stomach, I clenched my jaw. If only the roles were reversed, Capitol people fighting for their lives instead of us.

Oh, how funny that would be.

I strode to the stage, trying my best to look collected. The foreboding feeling in my stomach only grew with each step I took, my hands sweating as if they've just been dipped into water once I finally took my place.

"Do tell us your name," Effie said, her grin widening as she nodded, encouraging me to talk. It took all the will power I had to not strangle her.

"Y/n Greyback," I replied dryly, hoping it would set her off.

“I bet my buttons that was your brother. Don’t want him to steal all the glory, do we? Come on, everybody! Let’s give a big round of applause to our newest tribute!” she trilled, making me clench my fists.

Her words were met with silence. No one clapped, not a noise can be heard. Even the ones who would usually bet on who would wound up as a tribute didn't do anything.

I held back a smile, a surge of hope flowing through me. This was the most rebellious thing they could do without getting punishment of any sort. Silence.

Silence doesn't mean fear or that we're cowards. It meant that we do not accept this, we do not condone.

Just as my father always said, one does not need to shout to make a change.

The next thing that happened was even more of a surprise. Maybe it was because I was a son of a "rebel", maybe they pitied my family or maybe it was because I talked to the mayor's daughter.

Just one, then two, then a group almost all of the crowd put the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and held it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

My tense hands relaxed a sense of calm washing over me. We were united in a strange way, something I thought would only happen in my dreams.

"Look at him! Look at this one!" Hollered Haymitch, throwing an arm around my shoulder. His arm was quite heavy, understandable, he's a wreck. "I like him!"

The scent of alcohol from his breath was strong, or maybe he just smelled of alcohol. "Lots of. . ." He paused, trying to think of a word.

I cringed as he slightly swayed around, trying my best to not touch him. "Spunk!" he declared triumphantly. "More than you!"

He released me, staggering to the front of the stage. "More than you!" He declared once more, pointing towards the camera.

Was he talking to the audience? Or maybe he was addressing the Capitol. I wish it's the latter, that would be funny.

Just as he opened his mouth to continue, he fell down the stage, knocking himself unconscious in the process. I snickered slightly, my face scrunching up right after.

Thankfully, the cameras were all pointed towards him, watching as they whisked him away into a stretcher. I took this moment to glare back into the distance, watching the scenery.

There was the hill that me, Katniss and Gale were just at. It looked so peaceful, contrary to my day.

"What an exciting day!" Effie warbled, trying to fix her tilted wig. It looked ridiculous. Why would Capitol people, no, why would anyone wear that?

It looks ugly, like a beaten up squirrel. Though I'd be lying if I said it wasn't eye-catching, though, beaten up squirrels are also eye-catching. “But more excitement to come! It’s time to choose our next tribute!” she continued, putting one hand to the second bowl.

Her fingertips grab the first slip it encounters. I hoped it wasn't Gale or Katniss. I didn't want to kill them, not that I'd ever stand a chance.

Katniss was extremely skilled with the bow, she could probably shoot my head from miles away. Gale, on the other hand, was strong, compared to him, I had the strength of a broken twig.

"Peeta Mellark," She read. Oh no. Why him? Of all the people in this district. His father just "introduced" me to him this morning, not just that, I knew him.

I watched him make his way up the stage, I had a clear look at him this time. He had a stocky build, medium height, ashy blonde hair that falls in waves over his forehead. The shock of the situation registered on his face, though you could tell that he was alarmed by the way his blue eyes looked.

Like a prey knowing it'd be hunted.

Despite this, he still manages to climb up the small flight of stairs calmly.

Effie Trinket then asked for volunteers, but no one spoke up. He has two older brothers, I've seen them. But one is probably too old to volunteer, and the other just wouldn't. This was standard family devotion, what I'd done was a radical thing.

The mayor began to say the same old words he always says every reaping day. I couldn't help but think, why him?

I remember it all too well, that day, it was raining up a storm, the wind was howling. My mother and my brother were left at home, I was tasked to find food for us since my mother couldn't bear to show her face to the district.

How could she? Her husband has been executed for rebellion against the Capitol. One of the peacekeepers found weapons under his possession and he was killed. He managed to convince them to spare us, though sometimes I wished it hadn't worked.

Within a week of his death, we began to lose money, and therefore, food. Nobody wanted to help us, nobody wanted to associate with the family of a tyrant.

Shame, the family name bared shame. My mother didn't have the gall to go out and sell any of my father's things, my brother was too young to even understand what was going on.

I was angry. How could they have just taken everything away from us that easy? Who gave them the right to do that?

But at that moment, I couldn't afford to sit still and wallow in my resentment. That was a luxury I couldn't afford. not many could afford it either.

Starvation was a fairly common thing in district 12, though the amount of covering up the peacekeepers do no one a favour and fools no one.

There I was, a boy who wasn't even old enough to be registered into the pile walking around in the harsh weather, stripped away from my dignity and whatever money we had.

I found myself in the Mellark's bakery, being told off by the baker's wife, who was tired of having brats from the Seam paw through her trash. I would've screamed back then, but I didn't want the Peacekeepers called on me.

So I left without another word, sitting at a tree for some sort of cover from the harsh rain. I remember the snorts of the pigs beside me, and that was when I realized I'm no better than cattle; the people of Panim were no better than cattle.

My knees buckles as I collapsed onto the wet grass, shuddering from the cold and the harsh reality. Maybe I had gone insane then, but I vaguely remember talking to the pigs, ranting to them.

They didn't listen, they were too busy rolling in the mud. Looking back, I find this extremely funny, but maybe that's because I don't want to pity myself.

I didn't even notice a boy until the pigs actually rose to eat the pieces of bread thrown at them. I stared at him for a long while, mainly because of the burnt bread, the crust was scorched black.

But a red mark on his cheekbone caught my attention. Had they hit him for burning the bread? My parents have never hit me, I couldn't even imagine what that would feel like.

He took one look at the bakery as if checking if the coast was clear before he turned back to the pigs. Though instead of feeding the pigs he tossed the loaves of bread to me.

I watched him walk towards the bakery and closing the kitchen door tightly behind him. All I could do was stay silent, before shoving them up to my shirt, muttering a broken thank you as I ran home.

The loaves had cooled by the time I got home, but that didn't matter. We had something to eat. Mother looked at me, relieved I didn't die. She hugged me, apologizing.

I didn't care though, we had food, that's what's important.

And for the first time in weeks, we had a proper meal.

I was thankful, the fact that he'd probably burnt the bread on purpose never occurred to me until I crawled onto the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling. An act of kindness, someone still cared.

It was as if spring came overnight, fluffy clouds, blue sky, the warm sweet air. At school, we would always catch each other's gazes. I felt a tad bit bad, his cheek was swollen and his eye had blackened.

I couldn't come up to say thank you, instead, I watched him from a distance, contemplating whether I should. When I went to fetch Nal, out eyes met once more, I was about to mouth a thank you until Nal tugged my shirt.

He handed me a dandelion. He's always loved flowers. His love for it made me realize how I would get the food we needed. All that time I and my father spent in the forest won't be for nothing.

To this day, I still feel as if I owe my family's life to him. I had honestly given up, but he gave me something. Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread and the dandelion, both gave me hope.

Maybe if I had said thank you all those years ago I wouldn't be feeling so guilty now. I could always say it but something about thanking him whilst I'm practically holding a knife against his throat seems dishonest.

The mayor finished his speech, telling us to shake hands. His were as warm and firm as those loaves of bread. He squeezed me as if reassuring me. Or maybe those were just nervous spasms.

We turn back to the crowd as the anthem of Panem plays.

There are twenty-four of us fighting in that arena, as grim as it is, let's just hope someone kills him before I'm forced to. I don't wanna kill the reason I've survived all those years.

Word count: 2026

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arsyeong · 5 years

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thief | ijb.

t w o / t h r e e / f o u r / f i v e / s i x / s e v e n / e i g h t

summary: you never expected to encounter a thief on one of your night walks around your peaceful town. and he was even good-looking. word count: 1,033 a/n: this entire series will be based off the heart events of a character from harvest moon ds cute. this is just me making it fanfiction and expanding what can be seen in the game. i also wrote this with grammarly, so i recommend it 10/10 (especially if you want motivation to write better and have your work checked).

It’s a nice night.

You walk around your little town, enjoying the soft breeze and the peace that comes with the late hour. Work today had been exhausting as always but, as tired as you were, you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep.

When you end up at your friend’s house, you smile at the pleasant surprise and silently thank your feet.

It's been quite some time since you've visited (Y/F/N).

Sure, you talk once in a while and whenever you passed by one another, but none of those small chats ever compared to the hours of chitchatting you had before.

Although you haven't been here in a while, her family's mansion was as majestic as you remember it. The towering height of it and its exterior grandeur was still able to have you marveling at it.

Charles must be doing a great job, you think to yourself. He had always made a fuss whenever you two made the least bit of a mess. However, he was also the one kind to give you cookies afterward with only a light reminder not to dirty the house again. Those were good times.

You’re suddenly pulled out of your reminiscing when you hear the front door open.

"Shit," you hear someone curse rather loudly, followed by the closing sound of the door.

Curiosity fills you at the voice you've never heard before. You crane your neck in an attempt to see beyond the fountain and call out, "Hello?"

A man emerges from the other side of the structure, walking away from the house at a leisurely pace. You squint to get a better look of his face in the darkness.

It's at that moment the clouds decide to part. The moon provides enough light for you to get your view and stumble back in surprise.

He was gorgeous.

The stranger meets your eye and begins to walk toward you with a kind smile on his face. Your heart beats faster with every step he takes, and it's with your best effort not to show him any sign of it.

"And what is a maiden like you doing, walking alone at night?" he asks. You smile awkwardly in response to that, and he laughs.

God, you think, even his laugh is attractive.

“What a nice night,” he breathes out and gestures around. His hand lands in your direction before he adds, “But it isn’t nearly as nice as you."

The sudden compliment and his smooth delivery makes you blush. “Wh-who are you?” you stammer out in shock. You've never been good at taking things like that, especially when it comes from handsome men.

A sharp voice cuts through his laughter. “Hey!”

"I guess I'm a bit pressed for time," he says, though his tone remains relaxed, "It was a pleasure to meet you."

He had just begun to walk away when (Y/F/N) comes up to your side and shouts for him to stop. Her hand grips your upper arm defensively as she glares at the back of the man.

The stranger pauses before facing the two of you again with yet another dazzling smile on his face. "Ladies," he greets grandly before bowing down, "good evening!"

"Nothing good comes of a thief," she accuses, "even if he warns his victims before stealing from them."

"Now, now," he says, "We don't want that frown tarnishing your beauty, do we?"

Her grip on you loosens, and you suppose she's surprised by the comment as well. "What?"

"Staying isn't the best option for any of us," he says, "especially for two lovely ladies like you, who should be getting their well-deserved rest at an hour like this. After all, being pretty like that must be tiring."

He's about to leave again when you find your voice and call out to him once more, "You haven't answered my question yet!"

"Sorry," he chuckles, turning to you and meeting your eyes once more, "Call me JB."

"Wait!" your friend shouts from beside you, but JB doesn't stop this time. She releases you and runs after him, screaming a mix of interrogations.

You follow her chase until she rounds a corner and disappears. It takes a few seconds before she returns with a flushed face and a note.

"That guy is something else," she pants when she passes you by and hands you the message.

Like our meeting today, it reads, it's written in the stars for me to see you again.

“You must have had a long day,” says (Y/F/N) when she sees you turning the paper around in search for more. She places a hand on your back and starts nudging you in the direction of her mansion.

You only look up from the note when you hear her opening the door. She gently pushes you inside before closing the door as quietly as she can. “It would be tiring to walk back home,” she explains as she leads you down the halls, “so it’ll be better if you sleep here instead.”

“I can walk back home,” you protest.

When you trip in the next second, she pulls you up and chuckles, “I beg to differ.”

She shows you up to a room on the third floor. “You can stay here for the night,” she says, gesturing for you to enter, “and you could have breakfast here tomorrow. I’ll let Charles know to assist you until you leave.”

On that note, she nods and gives you a kind smile before leaving you in your royal guest room.

You take a moment to admire the interior before walking to the bed and quickly laying down. It was soft and inviting, as you would expect from something owned by rich people.

JB crosses your mind again the moment you close your eyes. From the way you could see him, you feel as if the image of him was imprinted on the back of your eyelids to make it impossible to forget. You recall his low voice and his calm reactions to everything, his narrow eyes and even the two moles above one of them.

And the last thing on your mind before drifting off was the thought of meeting him again.

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