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cordyce · 1 year

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"i don’t like the way they keep staring at you." w/ peeta 'if it weren't for the baby' mellark? :3

truthfully, your hands are beginning to grow a little shaky from doing this for so long. the minor tremble is smudging your paint strokes, causing a few swipes to stray from the imaginary lines you have mapped out in your head. but no one can fault you for that; not rightfully. you're not the skilled painter here.

and as if on cue the man who's art you adore so much is sliding up next to you. painfully close–abnormally close, more like. you are not a stranger to his affection but something about how a calloused hand finds the divot in the small of your back so swiftly has you tipping your head to address him. in such a public venue, no less.

"yes?" you adhere as you turn to peeta with a smile. but a smile is not what you're greeted with in return. no, this upturn of lips is a little too slanted for that, a little too suave.

"nothing, just came to admire the expert at work." it's all he says, all he gives, and you know it cannot be all there is because he has that glint in his eye he only gets when he is being smarmy.

"right, well, we both know i'm not the expert here, so," you blow through a chuckle as you drop your paintbrush into a murky cup of water. "what is it you really came over here for, mr. mellark?"

you turn to face him properly and expect this to be where he drops his hands, looses his hold on you. but he does exactly the opposite. instead of feigning, his fingers simply shift–down to your belt loops. there's a single tug; harsh and surging enough you can now feel the heat of his thighs radiating against yours.

"i don't like the way they keep staring at you." and it's jolting; how he says it with such a sickeningly sweet tongue and cherry pressed lips, as if his eyes aren't glinting like the blades of daggers in moonlight.

you lick your lips, force a laugh as you pat at his chest to stave off the turn of your stomach. "please, they're probably just admiring my expert painting skills. this is a dog and pony show, you know."

it's meant to be a jab, a taunt. throwing peeta's own words back in his face to throw him off and maybe turn his grin a little more genuine and a little less guileful. yet all it does is seem to cause his lips to twitch ever deeper, carve their way up to the dimple in his cheek.

"i know what they're admiring, and it isn't your canvas."

he side steps you, picks your brush back up and in one swift motion tosses it behind him in such a way it looks like a mere accidental dropping. an accident, that seems to have splattered the red stain directly on that of a capital patron who is positioned a little closer than you thought they were allowed to be to the.. entertainment.

eyes slightly widened, there is no denying the skip of your heart now as peeta's lip brush against the shell of your ear. "you belong in a gallery all of my own. a stunning, private collection," he whispers.

then with no more than an innocent kiss to your temple and a squeeze to your hip, he's gone. rushing to retrieve your brush and usher out apologies through his golden boy personage, his charm winning as it always does in favor of the capitol. and you are left dazed, wanting nothing more than to shrink into your skin. not because of the peering and prying eyes of the entire nation; but because of the yearning and burning eyes of your lover.

#this is . a little more than a blyrbdnkaj #SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY HE IS JUS SOOMKJF DK #blurb #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark blurb

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ecoamerica · 15 days

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taylormarieee · 5 months

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Lover Boy Peeta Mellark

Summary: Peeta loves to show you how much he loves you.

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 964

Warnings: None, just pure fluff and rainbows!

After everything with the 74th anniversary for the hunger games, when you and Peeta survived.

He has been all over you for the past few weeks. Constantly checking up on you, bringing you bread, giving you kisses everywhere on your body.

It was cute honestly. Some people may think it's annoying but you think it's incredibly adorable.

Behind that brave facade, is a sweet lover boy who loves his girlfriend and always wants to remind her of that. To show her his love for her.

"I know, Gale, are you sure your ok?" You ask. He slowly nods before drifting off to sleep.

You gave him some tea because he wasn't feeling very well. You go to clean up when you hear a knock on the door.

You walk towards the door and open it only to be surprised with a happy smile and a loaf of bread.

A bright smile slowly appears on your face as you hug you boyfriend Peeta Mellark.

"Hi. I thought I would bring some bread!" He says with a smile on his face.

"Good! Just in time too! Gale's caught a fever. He isn't feeling well so maybe bread and tea will fix him up!" You say grabbing the loaf of bread before kissing Peeta on the cheek and walking towards the kitchen.

He walks in and gently shuts the door. Your swaying and humming to yourself as you cut the bread to leave next to Gale on the couch.

You grab a napkin and place it on the coffee table in your lovely, quiet home

"So... How are you? Have you been busy my love?" He asks in a sweet, gentle tone.

"I have been good Peeta! Not as many nightmares anymore but you know, same old same old." You say frowning a bit.

"Do you want some tea?" You ask. You await his answer as you slowly walk over to the counter where the tea kettle is.

"Uhm, no thank you, I'm ok." Peeta replies. You hear shuffling on the couch and look over to see Gale waking back up at the smell of bread.

"Is that bread and tea?" He asks a little drowsy from his quick little nap.

"Yea it is. Peeta's here and he brought some bread so eat up." You respond.

You walk over to Gale and put your hand on his head to check on him and how he is feeling and he is burning up.

"Oh my god Gale, your burning up! I'm going to run a cold bath for you. Up, come on." You say concerned.

"Sure thing mom!" He responds chuckling as he gets up and walks to the bathroom.

"I'll be right back Peeta!" You respond. He stands there patiently waiting for your return.

Once you walk back in the room you met with someone's chest and a whiff of alcohol.

"HAYMITCH!" You yell. You give him a hug and he chuckles a bit.

"Hey there firecracker." You smile at the nickname he gave you . You got this nickname form making fire bombs during the games.

"W-what are you doing here? Is everything ok?" You ask looking behind him to see Katniss and Peeta.

"Yea, I tagged along with Katniss on the way over here. She came to male sure that Gale was ok." He responds rubbing your arms assuringly.

"Oh ok, yea Katniss he's fine he's in the shower right now because he was burning up." You tell her.

She nods and mutters a thank you before heading up the stairs towards the bathroom.

"Uh babe? Can we talk for a sec? Alone." Peeta asks. You nod and walk towards your room together.

"What? What's going on baby?" You ask wondering if he's ok. He gives you a hug and then grabs your face and kisses you sweetly.

"Hm, what was that for?"

"To show how much I love you. Plus, i've been wanting to do that the moment I walked in here." He says laughing.

You laugh and he smiles at you with nothing but love.

"I love your laugh. Your so gorgeous." he says staring at you with love in his eyes.

"Aw, thank you peeta. I love your big brown eyes. Your my little golden retriever." You say smiling before giving him a sweet peck on his lips.

He smothers your face with kisses and you laugh again. "You wanna go for a walk?" He asks.

"W-What about Gale?" You ask concerned. He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Babe I think Katniss can take care of him for 10 minutes." He responds smiling.

"Ok. Lemme go get my coat and I'll meet you outside hun!" You say running to your room to grab your coat.

Peeta smiles to himself as he waits for you by the door like a personal Chaperone.

He wonders how he's so lucky to have you. How could he have scored such a prize like you. You weren't an obstacle to win but a star to praise.

You shined on your own time and he adored you for it. He loved everything about you and he couldn't have had anyone more special than you.

Lost in his train of thoughts about you he didn't even notice your sweet voice trying to lure him back to reality.

"Babe? Are you ok? Earth to Peeta!?" You say cutely waving your hand in front of his face.

"Huh? Oh yea baby I'm ok." He responds smiling, "Ready to go My lovely princess?" he continues holding out his arm.

"I am." You respond, you both walking out of the door. "By the way, what were you thinkin' about?" You ask sweetly.

Peeta smiles to himself before looking at you with a big smile on his face saying, "You my love. Always thinking about you."

@murdrdocs @versatilehater @number1gal @luvrxbunny @clovestreet @peetaslefttoe @flowershines @aweina @fayesia

#peeta mellark #thg peeta #peeta x reader #peeta my beloved #peeta mellark fluff

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welcome-to-hell-ya-gucks · 12 days

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What your favorite Jhutch character says about you!

Note: most of these are jokes and not intended to offend or upset anyone.

Mike Schmidt -

Either you like him because he has a fatherly vibe around him and you just want him to take care of you or you want to take care of him (no judgment tho I’d love to be his malewife)

Josh Futturman -

You know how you like your men. Small, pathetic, puppy like, yet also dominant.

Clapton Davis -

Two words: THIS. SONG.

Either that or you like those damn puppy eyes of his

Derek Danforth -

You have awful yet amazing taste in men and I need to examine your brain because W H Y. Why are you in love with the most punchable man ever. Also you’re probably horny. (Don’t even try to lie to me 99% of fics for him is smut)

Peeta Mellark -

You prolly want him to knead you like that bread. Woah okay moving on from that… kinda the same thing as Mike, you probably don’t have an ideal relationship with at least one of your parents, and would want to just live a quaint life with him. And like with Futturman, you like your boys as a golden retriever trapped in a humans body yet also dominant.

Max (The Rusted) -

You want a man who you can hold in your arms while he cry’s and looks like a sad wet cat

Anyways that’s all I got for now bye bye

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #future man #josh futturman #josh futterman #mike fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf #clapton davis #what your favorite says about you #Jhutch #SoundCloud

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ask-jhutchverse · 9 days

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For the whole group, if others were an animal, what animal would they be and why?

(And futturman, I think Weezer is great. 🩷)

-E. 💌

peeta balances the camera on something, a table or counter probably, and makes it face him, also showing all of the other guys on the couch.

“okay so.. this question says ‘if the others were animals, what animals would they be?’” he looks at the others.

“mike would be a bear!” futturman calls out. vague sounds of agreement come from the others.

“what? no i wouldn’t.” mike says.

“you look like one.” futturman says.

“you sleep like one.” clapton adds on, high-fiving futturman.

“you smell like one!” derek yells, eliciting laughter from the others.

mike rolls his eyes. “yeah, well, if i’m a bear derek’s a polar one.”

“i think i’d be a panda bear, actually.” derek says as he brushes something off of his shirt.”

“ooh, ooh—“ clapton pipes up “i think josh would be a weasel!” he points toward futturman, who’s mouth is agape.

“like, one that just came out of a river.” peeta nods calmly.

“well you’re— you’re—“ futturman tries to shoot a comeback at peeta, but can’t think of anything. “goddammit, i can’t think of anything bad, everyone knows you’re a golden retriever.”

“i am?” peeta grins.

“i think i’m a border collie.” clapton says.

mike nods. “i could see that.”

futturman whines. “come on, how come you guys get to be cool things like dogs and bears, and i’m a wet weasel?!”

“thems the breaks, future boy.” derek snickers.

futturman scoffs and goes to turn off the camera.

(the video ends.)

#josh hutcherson #jhutch #josh futturman #clapton #clapton davis #derek danforth #josh futturman x reader #mike schmidt #clapton x reader #future man #mike schmidt x reader #derek danforth x reader #josh futturman smut #josh futterman x reader #josh hutcherson x reader

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mellarked-katnisseverdeen · 1 month

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Ok so we know everlark have children in the end, but. Do you think they would have any pets (apart from buttercup) idk I just love to see everlark with pets, especially emotional support pets (cats can be healers too goddammit), I just love the idea of a dorky golden retriever as their support dog or a big dumb cat that just wants cuddles, it gives me life.

Oh yeah, I def think they had a few pets aside from Buttercup!

Maybe it IS because of our favorite yellow feline but I do think they are cat people. I certainly do see them always having another cat or two, likly a kitten they find needing a home.

Peetas are so genuinely comforting to people going though struggles, and I def 100%! Pets would be a good thing for Katniss and Peeta.

EDIT: So coming back to say on that last paragraph I meant to start with 'pets'. The typo cracked me up enough for it to get to live on because it's to funny to me to correct. But yes, I did mean to put 'pets' there XD.

#Everlark #Katniss Everdeen #Peeta Mellark #The Hunger Games

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witchthewriter · 3 months

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𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @blodgmonster.

I apologise so damn hard for the wait. I haven't been feeling well and only now am I up to it. I am so so so sorry xx

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌! He is the ultimate perfect boyfriend/partner/husband/friend/best friend/aquaintance. I also ship you two because you would be such a great match. Golden retriever boyfriend but his bark is as bad as his bite. He will protect you to no end. Peeta is just so ... smitten, he's so excited to be around you. He just wants to know you, see you, make you happy!!!

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Is THE MOST gentlest man ever. Whenever he wakes you up, it's so soothing that you instantly fall back to sleep every time. You've told him to yell at you or something to actually get you up and out of bed

Speaking of bed, Peeta likes to take the side where the easiest entries/exists is, so that he can protect you if anything were to happen

Loves back tickles and whenever you stop, he'll move your hand back to his skin

Does cry here and there, especially at night when he has nightmares. He hates waking you up or talking about it - he doesn't want to weigh you down with his baggage

Is definitely the type of partner to find cool things and bring them back to you. Like: "look at this weirdly shaped rock I found!"

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Exhausted (Peeta) x 100% the reason (You)

Calm bf x Hyper gf

Found Family

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Always On His Mind

(whatever decisions he makes, you're considered. you're a person that he cannot live without.)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your passion and creativity. Peeta's noticed the glint in your eye when you get an idea, or when your passionate about something. I.e., he knows when you're about to rip someones head off or you're about to say the most brilliant thing he's ever heard. It's so endearing!

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

I think you would actually be the best of friends with Cinna, or Finnick. They both have this cool exterior, but on the inside there's always something churning. They're smart, no, intelligent - almost wise. But ready to put their lives on the line in this world. It's their passion, the same you have.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Johanna and Prim, like 50% each. Soft and hard. Dominant and submissive. Red and white. You can be bold, loud and brash. But you have such a sweetness about you. You want the best for people. You want the world to be better.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

With the districts now free, and no one controlling the citizens of Panem with a gun to the head, many things that weren't there before are now starting to reappear.

Dogs for pets were nearly unheard of. Well, not just dogs, but most animals. Now, with more free time, you and Peeta found a lil pup out in the forest.

A sweet girl who was hungry, and small for her size. But she was a fighter, and obviously you took her home.

She became Peeta's best friend, following him everywhere, tail wagging. It was honestly just two golden retrievers doing silly things together. But you loved watching them.

She protects you like nothing you've ever seen. Even when known people come to visit, she's right in front of you, making sure you're safe.

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆! He is so empathetic, so sympathetic, he just understands others... unless they annoy him. But I think Ed is one of the most open-minded, fair, humble and soft-hearted of the men in Narnia. Caspian is too hot-headed and you would clash, Peter is too headstrong, Tumnus - well I have a feeling it wouldn't work out.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ed will get you absolutely anything you want. But it got so bad that Peter and the other siblings/rulers had to put aside a fund and that certain amount could only be used on you (he's LAVISHING on you)

Will stare at you from across the room/hall/chamber. He always needs to locate you in a crowd and make sure you're okay. Even when he's in the middle of a conversation, he'll keep talking but scan through the crowd

Always wants to hold your hand, no matter where you are. He doesn't care if it makes him look soft, even in front of those he needs to intimidate. He just wants to hold your fricken hand :'(

Prefers to spend his time alone with you somewhere secluded. Like in a field or a quiet part of the woods.

Blushes extremely easily. Like... he blushes every goddamn day. Even f you're just looking at him,, he blushes, bump next to him,, blush. (Susan thought he was sick for a while)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wait A Minute by WILLOW

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Short & bossy (You) x Tall & follows them around (Ed)

Oblivious (You) x Constantly admiring them (Ed)

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Ed)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

”I love you, wholeheartedly.” (You) x “You shouldn’t, I don’t deserve it.” (Ed)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How you stand up for what you believe in, no matter how hard your voice shakes. You never let anyone bully another. And you start to get a reputation of justice-bringer. It actually goes really well with Ed's title, "The Just."

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Lucy! Without a doubt. She would love you. And be really jealous that Edmund keeps taking you away from her. She really doesn't like sharing, especially when you get just as excited as she does about things.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Peter, Lucy, Caspian and Tumnus. Sometimes you might feel influenced to do something against your morals, but you always rectify it (Tumnus). No ones perfect. But you try your best to be the best version of you that you can be (Peter). Also you're very imaginative (Lucy), and have a fiery attitude (Caspian).

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A goddamn talking unicorn.

Believed that only the worthy can be near them, much less touch and ride them.

Even Aslan was shocked to find a unicorn so comfortable around you. There's barely any as it is. But somehow you've become a beacon to the four-legged beauties.

𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

(god i just had to use that gif wtf it's so ... erotic...sexy...okay sorry ill get back in my cage).

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘! What really struck me is your passionate nature, but moreso, your ability to be yourself no matter the situation. I can just imagine the chaos you two get up to. It would be wonderful. I mean wonderful for you and Jack, but torturous for those around you - especially Gibbs.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Absentmindedly plays with your hair, your hands (in public), strokes your face, nibbles on your ear, squeezes your waist (only when you're alone)

You're never afraid of being captured or arrested because you know that you're Jack will always come for you. No matter how far, no matter if it's in a different dimension, he will come for you.

Let's you wear his hat, without worry that you'll lose it. He trusts you completely (it's borderline ridiculous)

And you're the only one to give him a nickname, (or not call him captain - but you do in front of other people and it boosts his ego so goddamn much).

You always sleep in the captain's quarters; and always get the most comfortable spot. However, you do want Jack to sleep next to you so it's a tight squeeze but you don't care (neither does he... but he will complain about it just to make you annoyed)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Smooth Operator by Sade

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Love language is physical touch (Jack) x Is touch starved (You)

Commits crimes (Jack) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Wants to go on adventures together (You) x Turns any adventure into a police chase (Jack)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Spent so much time together that it was obvious the two of you were romantic partners. Even if neither of you said anything about it.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your honesty with him. The way you tug his shirt when he's gone too far, or said the wrong thing to someone. When he makes you mad or annoyed. He loves riling you up.

But he really admires your bravery. Your courage even when you're fearful or insecure. You push through it. Especially if it's his life on the line. He's forever grateful that you're his partner (in life and in crime).

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

ELIZABETH SWANN! She fucking adores you. Was there a moment when she had a crush on Jack? Yes. But she also had a crush on you...and secretly wished you three could be together, or four - ya know, she still loved Will.

But you have a friend for life. A Pirate King no less.

She's desperate to hear about your stories, she wants to know everything about you. You said you'd tell her, but only if she told you about herself as well.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Jack, Elizabeth and Anamaria; chaotic, thoughtful, caring, determined, fun-loving, hot-headed. Multidimensional you are. I feel as though you have a large imagination as well, so maybe Carina but not her logical side lol

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

This world is fantasy as well, so I NEED to give you a pet that isn't normal.

Your pet is a shapeshifting animal - but he can only become three things. A horse, a mouse and a crow. And yes he can understand you.

Jack did not like him at first. But the shifter grew on him (only because he could help you both get out of trouble.)

#ship #pair ups #match ups #personal aesthetic #potc #narnia #narnia pair ups #thg #thg match ups

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realmermaid333 · 1 year

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Wyler and Everlark Parallels

As a Wyler fan and an Everlark fan, I notice lovely parallels between Wednesday and Tyler and Katniss and Peeta.

Peeta and Tyler are both sweet, golden retriever/sunshine boys who are so babygirl (but also will kill you). They are a baker and a barista and are both little cake decorators. Tyler is a Hyde, they are artists by nature, and it is clear that his medium is food (he learned perfect latte art in one week and made that cake for Wednesday that looked professionally decorated). And Peeta just loves to decorate cakes, it was one of the only things he could still do after he was hijacked and it calmed him. They are both boys with complex relationships with their parents and who are greatly traumatized. They are also both enamored by an unhinged woman. And they have both been brainwashed and sent to kill their unhinged women. And Peeta and Tyler both look harmless and gentle but both are actually super strong with the capability to murder.

Katniss and Wednesday are both stubborn, deadpan/monotone girls who are bad at feelings. They have hard exteriors and don’t give a fuck, and they are both deeply empathetic although they hide it and don’t show it well. They’re both lone wolves who struggle to make friends and they are extremely ambitious and won't let anything stop them from doing what they want or came to do. They both have strong senses of justice and in the end they both viciously take down the oppressive enemy. They also both have feelings for their love interests but don’t know what to do with the feelings in the beginning, and they both doubt that the love interests actually like them back. then they are both almost killed by the love interests after they are brainwashed by the antagonists lol.

yes, katniss and wednesday are both my favorite female protagonists ever.

i hope some of my fellow Wednesday & Hunger Games fans get it. Let's hope this reaches the target audience :)

#wednesday addams #tyler galpin #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #wednesday 2022 #netflix wednesday #the hunger games #thg #catching fire #mockingjay #multifandom #crossfandom #wednesday x tyler #katniss x peeta #wyler #weyler #everlark #peeniss

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No no... if i had this golden retriever baker boy over me... ID BE ALL OVER HIM BACK... ID TIE PEETA TO MY BACK AND NEVER LET GO... I WOULD PULL THAT BERRY SHIT BUT FR... Katniss breaking down in mockingjay over him .... that is so understandable she is so real for that. Personally i would be inconsolable... id see that old ass bitch snow and its on SIGHT no holds barred BEATDOWN. you touch MY MAN and think youll get away it??? Wrong bitch. WRONG WRONG WRONG!!! id die for peeta mellark.

Anyways. With that out of the way. God... its so sad seeing Peeta get hurt like that. He's such a sweet guy even after the games he never deserved ANY of that... Like seeing him in mockingjay suffer with trying to tell real from fake.... help him... Seeing him so hurt over hurting katniss and being a "mutt"... He never wanted to become a bloodthirsty monster manipulated by the Capitol and it was against his will... ooogh.... OOGH OOGH OOGH

I think hunger games pulls off the love triangle really well compared to other YA dystopian novels because of the concepts peeta and gale represent (their respective forms of rebellion). Peeta being compassion and Gale being revenge. I think gale is valid in his hatred, but as soon as civillians got hurt because of it, it falls apart very fast. Katniss wanted a quiet life where she could afford to be kind and Peeta gives just that... they deserved the world.

Its so interesting how their relationship at first is built on lies and that was peetas way of protecting her. As an abuse victim that is his first technique to get out of a rough situation. And then over time he shows just how sincere he is. Until finally he is so plauged by what is real and fake it hurts him. Thats... thats good ... 11 yo me was reading all this scrummy shit and i didnt even know i was having a michelin star meal of a book...

#Hunger games #Peeta mellark

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periwinckles · 11 months

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Please tell me you have a middle name- final chapter

“What exactly are we doing here?” I ask him, sitting down on the blanket he brought. “I thought you said you had to clean the ovens today.”

He gives me a bashful look, as he sets himself down as well. “I did it already. My lunch break. Peeta helped, too.”

“What did you do to convince him to do your work? Blackmail?”

He laughs heartily, throwing his head back and eventually laying sprawled on the ground.

“Trust me, Peeta is like a golden retriever. He works better with rewards than threats.”

“What did you reward him with?”

He keeps looking to the sky with such intensity I end up laying down next to him, to see what it is he’s so focused on.

“Nothing. Just the joy of a possible happy ending. Peeta’s a sucker for those.”

He turns his head towards me for a few seconds, before focusing on the sky once more.

“You know what’s best about the sky?” He asks me. He doesn’t wait for my answer. “No fence.”

I look to the blue strip ahead of us and catch a bird mid-flight out of the corner of my eye. Rye 's right. The bird is free to come and go as he pleases, no boundaries, no fences. No district twelve, just the sky.

My mind immediately flies to my Aunt Maysilee’s mockingjay pin. I’m supposed to keep it hidden at all times. Father wanted to get rid of it; it was bad enough that a member of our family was caught in treason and executed for it. Keeping a symbol of the rebellion is just plain reckless.

I know he saw it. When he had dinner with us at the mansion, I made him sit with me on the piano and listen to my entire Bach repertoire. The pin was placed on top of it. I always like to keep it around when I’m practicing; the pianist girl and the singing bird. I ended up leaving it there, forgotten, only noticing when we sat down.

“Do you talk about birds often?”

I turn to him alarmed. What are you doing, Rye? Our arguing on the butcher’s bench was dangerous enough, and we did nothing but talk about transportation policies.

“Not much.” I tell him. “Not everyone likes to talk about birds.”

“I’m willing to listen, if you ever want to talk.” He turns his face sideways again, a grave look on his face, his eyes as blue as the sky above us.

“We should be cleaning ovens, not talking about birds.” I tell him, averting my gaze.

“Well it’s a good thing that you’re my favorite person to do both things with.”

I eye him carefully once more. It came as a surprise how passionate he was about district policies and the possibility of freedom of circulation for Panem citizens. Not what one would guess would be on a simple baker’s mind.

“Are you serious?” I ask him.

“About what?” He says, turning his face towards me again. “Talking about birds or you being my favorite person?”

His eyes soften this time, with just the hint of a smile. There’s no denying it, he’s the handsomest man I have ever seen. No wonder I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him.

“Both.” I say, as I keep watching him. His hair is short, and I briefly consider if it would curl too if he grew it longer.

“Yes. Double yes.”

He points to the sky again. There are now two birds flying together, in synchrony.

“Every bird needs a partner. Particularly if she has her mind set on a big adventure.”

My heart stammers in my chest wildly. Surely he doesn’t mean what I think he means. How could he know? Nobody knows besides me and Haymitch.

"Let 's eat. Are you hungry?” Immediately he changes the subject and starts taking things from the basket he brought. “I’ve got lemon iced tea, if you’re thirsty.” He says picking up a bottle and two glasses.

“Yes, please.”

He pours a glass for me, careful enough not to spill anything on the blanket.

“I also have something else for you.”

“It better not be cake, because if I keep up at this rate, I’ll gain at least…”

I stop mid sentence when I notice the small container of strawberries.

“Where did you get this?” I ask him, but I know they must have come from the woods. The general store never has strawberries for sale, and the bakery only uses frozen berries, never fresh, as they are too expensive.

“Much to my displeasure I tracked Hawthorne down this morning and asked him to sell me some.”

He shouldn’t have. This must have cost him a fortune. Surely a couple of days of work. I’m about to tell him so, but my mind goes in another direction.

“You spoke with Gale?”

“Hated every second of it, too.”

It’s no secret Rye and Gale dislike each other immensely. Their rivalry is legendary, with Gale even giving up Wrestling all entirely when he lost a match to Rye in seventh grade.

“Why did you?” I ask him in utter confusion.

“Because I like you more than I hate him.”

He bites his lip and my mind is immediately thrown to that last kiss we shared on my doorstep. Up until then I thought those kisses meant nothing for him. Just a thrill.

“You spoke with Gale?” I ask again.

“Yes, and please keep it down. No need to broadcast it.”

“You asked him a favor?”

“I did. And now I have to live with it, so those strawberries better be good, and you better eat them all.”

I hug him, burying my laugh against his neck. It takes him a few seconds to catch up but once he does, his arms encircle me with such steadfastness I have a hard time letting go.

“I want this.”

I finally tell him, just a whisper in his ear. He responds with a joyful laugh, and next thing I know he’s kissing me.

“Me too. My soulmark is black again.” He says at once, his lips still grazing mine.

“Mine too.”

He laughs again, and scatters small pecks on my lips, on my face, hundreds of them.

“Seriously?” He asks “all that talk about birds, and the strawberries did the trick?”

I hug him again, basking in the sweet scent that surrounds him. My baker. My soulmate. My mockingjay in disguise.

“Shut up, Rye.”

THE END!

(who am I kidding I still have an epilogue left. Plus I wanted to keep it open in case I ever want to go back to this universe and write the whole rebellion storyline which would be Rye/Madge centric).

big thanks to everyone that kept up with this story. Thank you for each kudos, each comment, reblogg (your tags kill me everytime 😅) your theories about what was going to happen. Thanks for voting for what you wanted to see in the coming chapters that’s was so fun and interactive!

Stay tuned for my district thirteen story! Be well, be kind!

(you better still go and write a comment on ao3 even though I posted the whole chapter here, because you know writers get paid in reviews right?!

#peeta mellark #everlark #the hunger games #everlark fanfiction #thom x delly #katniss x peeta #peeta x katniss #thg #thelly #katniss everdeen

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everlarkficprompts · 1 year

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Hey, sorry it took me so long to get this out, but here is the late Christmas fic I promised. I noticed that I didn't put some of my fics on ao3 or ff.n so I plan to do that later.

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Peeta’s POV

I feel light kisses on my neck, running up to my face. I smile as she reaches my lips. “Merry Christmas” she says smiling and giving me kisses as I open my eyes. “Merry Christmas” I say with the widest smile on my face. I see my beautiful wife of six years, laying on my chest and moving on top of me. As she kisses me properly our daughter comes running in and jumping on our bed to wake us.

“Wake up daddy! It's CHRISTMAS! You can't sleep in on christmas!” Willow screams, bouncing on our bed to get me up. Katniss moves off my lap and helps me get up and put my prosthetic leg on.

“Can we have some cheese buns while we open presents, daddy?” she asks, giving me puppy eyes that I can never say no to. “Of course” I say as Katniss pushes my pant leg back down. We head down the stairs together, Willow shooting down the stairs much faster than Katniss and I going 1 step at a time. We reach the kitchen as Willow runs to the living room and sits on the couch waiting for us to come before reaching for any of the presents. I grab the cheese buns I made last night and go and heat them in our oven so they are warm. As I wait for them to heat up Katniss is making our hot chocolate and putting them on a dinner tray to bring to the living room and when the buns are done I put them on the tray.

Katniss brings the tray to the living room and sets it on the coffee table as I sit on the couch next to Willow. Katniss then brings us a few of the gifts that are under the tree and sits next to me. I give Willow the gift me and Katniss got her and she opens it. “A collar? But we don't have a dog?” “ Ohhh, we totally forgot… that gift is a secondary gift” Katniss says as she gets up and gets a box from the garage, bringing it in.

Willow opens the box that Katniss brings in and out pops a golden retriever puppy, licking Willow’s face as she picks it up. “A PUPPY?” Willow screams “REALLY?” she asks in disbelief, she had been asking all year and we finally agreed it would be okay, she is almost 5 after all.

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch, Haymitch and his wife Effie showed up and showered Willow with gifts and now it's just me and Katniss alone in our room now that we put Willow to bed. I sit on the bed taking off my prosthetic leg and getting ready to rub some ointment on my stump when Katniss brings out a small box with a bow on it from our walk-in closet and hands it to me.

“I have a little gift for you that I wanted to give you in private” she says as she is handing it to me and starts to rub in my ointment for me as she looks at me opening it. I slowly pull the top off the small orange box with a red bow on the lid. Inside there is a pregnancy test on top of some cotton, it's positive. “It’s positive,” I echo my thoughts, she looks at me a bit nervous. “I know we haven’t talked about having another kid yet, but Willow-” I cut her off with a kiss. “This is the best gift yet” I say after separating from her. She smiles the biggest smile. My beautiful wife, and now mother of two.

#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #hunger games #fluff #fanfics #fanfic #christmas #toast baby #everlark #team peeta #one shot #katniss

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ecoamerica · 15 days

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ellanainthetardis · 2 years

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Book Peeta vs Movie Peeta.

What key point or best qualities of Peeta's that lost in the movie adaptation?

What do you think about Josh Hutcherson portrayal's of Peeta?

Thank you,

@curiouspeetamellark

Book!Peeta versus Movie!Peeta... @curiouspeetamellark

Mmmm I think book!Peeta might have been more sneaky and a bit more of a tactician than movie!Peeta. In the books, we can see very clearly Peeta often is a few moves ahead than Katniss (with the whole love story angle, with the Careers in the 74th Games, the pregnancy bomb, etc) He has a sound head on his shoulders. Maybe it's less obvious in movie!Peeta?

What do I think of Josh as Peeta... I'm almost scared to say it because I know he's beloved as Peeta in the fandom and he's so sweet looking that he has boy next door written all over him so I get it but... I've always thought it might have made sense to switch Josh and Liam's part. Because in the books, Peeta is supposed to be tall and strong physically (and no I'm not buying Josh can pick up or toss numerous sack of flour sorry) when in the movies (and I say this with a lot of love for Josh) he looks like a golden retriever puppy next to Katniss as if to better showcase who is the "lead".

But I also think Josh gave a good performance, it's just that I don't always agree with all directing choices made in the movies. Like Mockingjay (never start me talking about Mockingjay). JLaw I consider a pretty good actress (I've seen her in other roles and she can slay when properly directed) but in MJ she was completely blank all the time. So sure it could be a way to protray trauma and all that jazz but... I don't know. I don't think I've ever seen Josh in anything else so I can't compare but maybe he could have been even better with another director? I just don't think Peeta's part was an extraordinary performance in the sense it wasn't unforgettable and didn't become truly iconic?

Please nobody kill me for my unpopular opinions, what do I even know, it's been ages since I've rewatched or reread.

#ask #anon #curiouspeetamellark

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shxnnxnchxmbxrs · 3 years

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It’s the Domestic Things

Domestic Katniss and Peeta in the present day

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Katniss’ headphone wires are always tangled and she can never undo them. Peeta simply takes them off of her without a word and hands them back a few moments later when they’re right again.

Katniss overreacts whenever Peeta is sick. He could simply have a runny nose and she has him in bed with soup and blankets and cuddles. AND HE LETS HER BABY HIM.

Of course, Peeta is just as bad when it comes to Katniss being sick, but she resists all attempts he makes. She’ll only give in if she feels like she is literally about to die.

Peeta loves to brush Katniss’ hair when it’s wet, which works well because she can never be bothered to do it herself.

They say ‘I love you’ at any given opportunity.

Katniss never wears her own clothes around the house. She’s forever in Peeta’s shirts or shorts because they’re massive on her and smell just like him. He pretends to hate that all his stuff vanishes but they both know that he loves it.

There is a full foot in height between them. Katniss is a little pocket rocket at 5’2 and Peeta is tall and strong at 6’2. Means lots of forehead kisses and Peeta having to lift things off of high shelves.

They were childhood best friends who were absolutely inseparable. Peeta asked Katniss out when they were 14 and she froze and said she’d think about it. She took a full day to respond before she kissed him. She still likes to make fun of how shocked he looked.

Peeta drinks tea, Katniss drinks coffee. They both tried the other and both hated it and agree that this is one area where they drastically differ.

Katniss’ neck is really ticklish so Peeta likes to bury his face there purely to hear her giggle because the sound is so rare. (she NEVER giggles, but she is always laughing)

Peeta’s hand is always on Katniss’ thigh when he’s driving, unless he needs it otherwise.

They used to take dares very seriously until Katniss stapled her forehead because Peeta said she wouldn’t dare. The scar above her right eyebrow is enough to remind them that they are too competitive and that Katniss is far too stubborn.

They do still take jinxes and swears very seriously though. No talking jinxes have been know to last at least a few hours before the other one took pity.

It is an unspoken rule that Peeta in the kitchen is not to be messed with. Katniss once tried to seduce him by covering everything with flour and messing up his workspace and he nearly cried.

Katniss has been known to burn pasta. She doesn’t know how, and Peeta has no idea how it’s even possible. So they make a conscious decision that she is never allowed to cook anything ever again.

They do laser tag together at least once a year to celebrate what they did on their first official date. It usually ends the same way it did the very first time; Katniss shoving Peeta against a wall and kissing him, long enough to distract him, shoot him, and then run away whilst he can’t shoot her back. He falls for it every time.

Katniss gets insanely jealous. She will quite literally climb all over Peeta if she thinks someone is being slightly too friendly. He never realises when he is being flirted with, so her reaction confuses him every time, but he still loves how fiery she gets with it.

Peeta rarely gets jealous but when he does it’s a totally different game. He is really quiet, pensive, and quite intimidating and she knows how he feels purely with how his jaw locks. She secretly wishes he would get jealous more often.

Peeta has only ever been in one fight (aside from his school wrestling) when some old man inappropriately put his hands on Katniss at a bar. She likes to joke that she could have kicked his arse harder, and Peeta secretly agrees, although he acts smug instead.

They have a pet dog because Peeta is basically a golden retriever anyway and Katniss refuses to have a cat after the one Prim had that she hated.

They love Adam Sandler movies. Katniss’ favourite is Just Go With It but Peeta’s is Jack and Jill.

Katniss takes up the entirety of the bed and Peeta has no idea how she does it because she is tiny.

Every so often they get wine drunk and dance in their living room to cheesy love songs.

Peeta will compliment Katniss at every chance he gets purely to see the blush on her cheeks and the way she smiles. She always tried to compliment him too, but gets annoyed when he feigns being smug.

They are always touching in some way. Always.

Katniss crawls into Peeta’s lap and inconvenient times and takes naps, and no matter how inconvenient her timing is, he never makes her move.

#everlark headcanons #everlark fanfiction #everlark #katniss and peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark

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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years

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The Dreaming

Author: @eiramrelyat

Prompt: Ghost Peeta! Peeta is dead and Katniss doesn’t want to move on. She dreams of Peeta, talks to him but doesn’t realize he’s only a ghost of him, a shade. She also realizes that this is what love feels like. Because this is what love is, isn’t it? Needing someone the way Katniss needs Peeta. Needing him more than air, water, and food. “Stay with me”, she begged him. “Always”, he replied. {Angst/Horror or a haunting tone for Halloween} [submitted by @my-dearest-dear]

Rating: T (Rating will change later.)

Author’s Note: I know the prompt asks for angst/ horror, which there is definitely quite a bit of angst in this part, but I also included fantasy as one of the genres. Also, you will not need to know the language used in this story beforehand. Everything will be explained in the text :)

This is part one. You will be able to find the continued parts of this story on AO3, as it will be long. And thank you @jroseley for proofreading, and my husband for idea building.

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“We shouldn’t be in here,” she tells Peeta, fingers clutching onto the sleeve of his tunic above his bracer. (She’s careful not to hold the torch in her other hand too close, though, as not to burn them.)

Peeta laughs, low and deep. The sound echoing off the damp walls of the cave. “Is my brave huntress scared?”

She scowls. “No, of course not.” Though a sound rumbling somewhere within the darkness makes her tighten her grip on him. He laughs again. “But I’ll admit this place makes me weary. It feels… alive. You must feel it too, don’t you?”

Peeta looks down at her, his mouth quirked ever so slightly.

“I do,” he admits, but he doesn’t sound as worried as she. “We won’t be here long, I promise.”

His gaze drifts back to the stone wall, and he runs a long slender finger against one of the many markings, as though it will help him make sense of their meaning. “It’s in ancient Elvish. I think these carvings tell stories of the people. Our people, more specifically. Maybe they’re lost stories of the clan.” He pauses while moving further into the cave.

She’s hesitant to follow, but this new revelation intrigues her. “What kind of stories?“

"Heroes. Misfortune. Love.” He points out a word to her. “Melin,” he says in a tongue she doesn’t recognize, but before she can ask, he continues, looking down at her with a faint smile. “It’s a tale between two lovers.”

“Oh.” She’s unable to keep the dreamy lilt from her voice. “What does it say?"

He glances back at the wall, humming thoughtfully. "Well, it’s hard to translate some words to our common Elvish, but here,” he points to another word she doesn’t recognize or understand. “Mahlan. He was a warrior, and here,” he moves his finger, “Dar'lare. She was a healer."

Peeta continues to reveal how the warrior returned to the clan injured after a war, and the healer helped tend his wounds. Over the time of the warrior’s recovery, they fell in love, but she was sworn to marry a noble from the Golden City. When the warrior prepared for war again, she made him promise that he’d come back. He told her to watch the horizon on the first day of the harvest moon; that’s when he’d return.

The healer waited patiently for months.

When the harvest moon came, and he did not return, she married the nobleman. The morning after her wedding, she walked to her warrior’s grave, where she placed a warrior plume against the freshly chiseled stone. She vowed she’d see her sa'lath again.

That night, she drank from a vial of nightlock essence. She didn’t wait long until she fell into a deep sleep to be reunited with her warrior once more.

Katniss scrunches her nose once Peeta finishes the story. "That didn’t sound like a love story.”

His mouth twitches at the corners. “Not all love stories have happy endings. And I didn’t say it was a love story. I said they were lovers,” he says playfully.

He always has this way of making her feel dim. However, she rolls her eyes good-naturedly, knowing Peeta never does it with ill intent.

“What does sa'lath mean?”

She gasps when he unexpectedly presses his fingers gently against the spot above her leather breastplate. “Soulmate.”

Heat blossoms in her face, though she’s unsure why. Maybe it was the memory of the night before when he helped her untie the same breastplate—the feel of his fingers ghosting across her skin, forming gooseflesh in their wake.

“Oh,” she breathes.

They explore the cave until the moonlight from outside disappears against the mass of darkness surrounding them. Peeta finds a few more stories to tell. Each tale brings them deeper and deeper. She almost forgets her hesitation about the mysterious place until a low hum from the damp stone makes her ears twitch.

“Wait, stop,” she tells him, placing an arm across his chest to prevent him from moving further. Peeta looks down at her, clearly surprised by her sudden movements.

“What’s wrong?”

She can feel it again. That vibration beneath her boots. The strange echo off the walls… Then suddenly, the cave grows still. Not even the sound of the wind from outside can be heard.

Katniss turns to ask Peeta if he can feel the strange shift in the air, yet no words come out when she opens her mouth. Peeta says something to her. Brows furrowed. She can’t hear him, and her brain reels toward panic.

There’s the sensation of cotton in her ears, setting her off balance and causing her surroundings to tilt. The torch falls from her hand as she reaches out to Peeta to steady herself. His mouth still moves with silent words, yet he draws her into his chest and leans down.

“Wake up, Katniss,” he whispers against her ear. “Wake up."

She jolts awake and looks around her room until she realizes she is alone. A wobbly stream of sunlight creeps in through the window until it washes a ray of warmth across her face. She reaches up to grip the pearl pendant resting against her chest, sighing and rolling it between her fingers.

It was only a dream.

Except, the sick feeling of fear still constricts the back of her throat.

She attempts to shake off the dream, pushing away the covers and retrieving her leather armor off the floor. In the kitchen, she’s met by Prim’s bright smiles and her mother’s silence as she reaches for a slice of cheese and bread from the table.

"The sleeping draught helped?” her mother says while filling vials with a shimmering blue liquid. It’s not a question but an observation.

Still, Katniss nods. “Yes, it did.” She doesn’t mention that her dream ended in a nightmare and grabs another slice of cheese.

“That’s good to hear. I refilled the pouch for you while you were sleeping,” her mother replies. “It should help you on your trip.”

Hopefully, she won’t need it, she thinks.

“Thank you.”

Her mother looks up from her work, then shakes her head when she notices the dark pearl resting against her breastplate. “You shouldn’t be wearing that token, my child. You are no longer married.”

Prim jumps in her seat when Katniss sharply slams a fist against the table.

“I know my husband is dead,” she snaps at her mother before leaving the house to meet with the other hunters.

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Near sundown, they stop to camp in a small grove near the edge of the forest. While the others set up their tents, Katniss rolls out a bedroll near the fire. It’s the only place on clan lands where the stars are visible through the canopy of branches and leaves.

“It’s not safe to be this close to raider territory,” she can hear Gale telling Johanna. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

“Lighten up. We’re the only ones out here."

He releases a sigh of frustration. "Jo, we can’t afford to think like that. Not after-” Gale stops, his voice dropping to nearly a hushed whisper. But Katniss hears him anyway. “After what happened last time.”

She appreciates what he will not say, but it doesn’t stop her from thinking the words to herself. After what happened to Peeta. Without looking up, she knows they are watching her, waiting for her to break.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have Finnick and Bristel on watch. Besides, braids over there appears to be enjoying herself. Maybe you should try to do the same."

Gale turns on his heel and storms over toward the fire, a look of frustration creasing his forehead. He stops to stand next to her but says nothing. Neither does she, for she was never any good at casual campfire conversation.

"How are you holding up?” he finally says, still frowning.

She can tell he’s trying to occupy himself from marching back over to Johanna’s tent. So she gives him what minor distraction she can offer and answers his question.

“I’m fine,” she lies, crossing her arms over her chest.

“That’s good,” he tells her.

They stand in silence for a moment longer, watching as the flames in the fire attempt to reach up and grab more than just thin air. The fire almost succeeds once, sparks barely licking a few low hanging vines. After a moment, Gale turns to leave, but not before placing a heavy hand on her shoulder. “Try to get some rest. We leave at dawn.” Then he walks away toward his tent.

But she doesn’t sleep. She can’t.

She stops herself from reaching for the sleeping draught on her belt and busies her hands by sharpening her arrows.

Except, after the third arrow, she can feel her eyes grow heavy. Her senses become dull. Even without the aid, fatigue swims across her vision. She accidentally cuts herself twice with the point of the arrowhead.

“Ouch!”

Finnick and Bristel look over at her, but Katniss waves them off.

She abandons the arrows, tossing them in a pile on the grass. Instead, she directs her attention to her surroundings, hoping it’ll distract her from sleep. Like, the breeze whistling through the trees. A wolf howling in the distance. Logs crackling in the fire. Branches breaking-

Wait.

More branches break, and she sits up, slowly reaching for her bow on the ground in front of her. But a hand slides over her mouth, stopping her, and she gasps. A mistake she realizes too late after catching the faint smell of ether on the intruder’s glove.

Then she keels forward and falls into quiet unconsciousness.

~~~~~

Something’s brushing against her forehead, and she can hear someone saying her name.

“Katniss.”

When she opens her eyes, she’s met with harsh light, like looking into the sun. Then she blinks, and it softens to a warm glow. She’s looking at leaves and branches, then a shadow hovers over her, further blocking out the light.

“Katniss,” she hears again.

She squints, and her eyes steadily turn the shadowed mass into a familiar face.

“Peeta?” He gives her a warm smile, pushing hair out of her face. “How are you here? Am I…” She swallows the word for fear of it being true.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “There’s still light in you,” and he touches the center of her chest. His touch is cold against her skin, missing the warmth of a living person. He’s solid, though, and his chest visibly rises and falls.

She wonders if the poison running through her system is what’s creating her vivid dream. This doesn’t feel like a dream, though. She’s able to control her movements; her thoughts.

Peeta watches her closely as she moves to sit up, noticeably checking for any signs of discomfort. She takes in their surroundings and realizes that they’re in a garden. It’s similar to one she’d seen in the Golden City, except there isn’t a citadel in sight.

“Where are we?”

He glances around them as though forgetting where they are. “This is the Dreaming,” he begins to explain. “It is what separates spirits and the living. Think of it as a void between the two worlds.”

Katniss has heard of such things from elders who told stories to keep children from meddling with the spirits. But those tales contained night terrors and broodmothers, nothing compared to what she is encountering now.

“Is this a dream, then?” she asks, still believing this is too good to be real.

“Not exactly, but you’re asleep. Your mind is focused right now. It’s trying to stop your body from going into shock. That’s probably how you stumbled upon the Dreaming.” His face turns serious, a crease forming between his brows. She stops herself from reaching over and smoothing it away. “Do you remember what happened?”

She looks away, trying to remember. But her memory feels fuzzy, like looking at something under murky water.

“We… we were ambushed by raiders, and I-I think I was captured.”

“Are you hurt?”

“I don’t know.”

She turns back to Peeta, who has yet to take his eyes off her.

It’s only been two months, but it feels like years since she’s looked at him. His hair, shorter than other warriors in their clan, still curled effortlessly against his forehead. The same scar from their first hunting trip together even marked the top of his sharp chin.

She’s unable to stop herself this time from reaching for him, cupping the side of his face in her hand. His right hand comes up to hold hers, turning his face to press his lips against her palm.

“Ma'lath,” he mumbles into her skin.

Her heart leaps, and her focus slips. She can feel the edges of the Dreaming slowly shaking apart—the brightness from earlier returning.

She’s waking up.

Katniss reaches up with her other hand, trying to hold on.

“Stay with me,” she begs.

Peeta rests his forehead against hers, and she closes her eyes. “Always,” he whispers.

He sighs when she leans forward and presses her lips against his. They’re just as soft as she remembers. But after a second, the firmness of him fades, and he drifts through her fingers. Then, she wakes up.

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