and peeta has that solidity and strength of rocks and trees

anonymous asked:

AAHH! Love your drabbles and all your stories! Any chance that you could write #38 from the ficlet prompts? “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Thank you so much for all your writing!

Ugh, so sorry this took me forever. Also, I have no idea what the freak I just wrote. Honestly. I threw this together today and it’s not betad. But I kinda likes it. Hope you do too, Anon! Also, the smut was unplanned…it just sorta…happened. *Shrug* Oh well! Smut happens. <3

REAPING DAY - 76th Hunger Games

We’re assembled in the square nearly a full hour before the broadcast is scheduled to start. It’s a warm summer day, almost pleasant in the cheerful atmosphere. For the hundredth time, I search the crowds ringing the square until I find them again, a pair of blonds in pale green dresses, white flowers woven into their hair in a semblance of a laurel wreath. The mark of a potential Tribute’s family.

My family couldn’t afford the expensive store-bought laurel wreaths that most of the other families are wearing, although my mother did finger the leaves of one as we spent yesterday morning shopping in the town square. Instead, I woke early this morning and hiked further into the mountains, to the meadow, and gathered armfuls of the white blossoms flourishing there to fashion wreaths for my family. My mother. My sister. The only two people in this world that I truly care about. If I win, I’ll be able to buy them real ones, the leaves preserved in gold foil.

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