District 12 was not anyone’s favourite place. Not by a long shot. Not even the mayor, the richest man in town liked it. No one. But just like every other place, indulgences existed. Some illegal drugs, officers looked the other way. Parties in the fields, someone forgot to turn the fence on. Or.. a pretty girl. Someone like you.

With your Daddy as the commander of the Peacekeepers you often tagged along, to help with sewing badges or holes, cleaning, and making sure all the more domestic jobs were done.

And oh, the boys loved you. A sweet smile, never a bad word for anyone, unless they’d done you or a friend wrong. Silky hair, doe eyes, and a smile that sent flutters through even the darkest souls, that derived pleasure from nothing and no one. Souls that sound like part of Coriolanus Snow.

Forget curls, and think short, buzzed. Tanned skin from all the manual labour, and damn you, if you couldn’t help but daydream sometimes. What’s a girl to do? Sure, you’d danced with a few of the boys at parties, flirted, hell, even shared a kiss or two. But with him? You would do anything to spend time with him, and he felt exactly the same. But you refused to chase, so you barely showed him any attention.

“Bunny.” He calls out, as you pass him on a break outside. He’s sat on a rock overlooking the fields as the sun sets over the hills. “Yeah?” You ask softly. “Do me a favour sweetheart, show me how to stitch this?”