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#katniss and peetas children
kyyuis · 1 year
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you can't tell me katniss "i used pattern recognition to destroy the arena in catching fire but can't tell when someone's being genuine" everdeen and peeta "oh i have to hide? guess i have to disguise myself as a rock with the icing skills ive aquired over the years" mellark weren't the blueprint for autistic x adhd dynamics
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googleincognitomode · 5 months
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i know some ppl can see katniss as the strict parent, but it has never came into my mind. have you seen how easy she can be w prim? have you seen peeta in cf? strict personal trainer extraordinaire ??!! katniss would look right into her kid’s face- connect something w peeta like her daughters blue eyes or her sons face and would go ‘okay-just don’t tell your father this- please. i don’t want you in trouble my little ducks’ ! allowing them to get away w it. not to say peeta wouldn’t be a fantastic parent- he would just be the more strict on w rule and routine
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catoscloves · 5 months
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can we talk about peeta - the one that fandom & probably most other characters within the universe itself misguidedly believe is weaker than katniss and a pacifist that refuses to kill - murdered brutus, the largest and most athletic/muscular tribute in the arena, a man both three times peeta's size and twice his age, with probably decades of physical training and bloodlust under his belt... and he did it because the love of his life was in danger??
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thesweetnessofspring · 9 months
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Katniss actually said that if not for the existence of the Games and Panem's shitty state in general, that she, at 17 years old, could possibly be married and pregnant. Full-on teen mothering it with her dandelion in the spring if Panem could chill out for a sec and stop killing children. And then she proceeded to fantasize about Peeta and his child safe in the meadow. This thought alone gave her one of three nights of restful sleep without drugs post-Games during the series (the other two being when she was in Peeta's arms).
And yet when the Games did end permanently and Katniss indeed went ahead and married/committed to Peeta and had a family with him at about 30 years old, some people still did a surprise Pikachu face and complained it was out of character.
WHAT MORE DID SHE HAVE TO DO TO FORESHADOW THE ENDING?
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enixamyram · 1 year
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littlerosette · 3 months
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i think more people should talk about how mr and mrs. everdeen’s relationship echoes that of peeta and katniss’s relationship and what this means for their obvious soulmatery
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darknesspervades · 8 days
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I’ve seen people talk about the tesserae system and how exploitative it is, how it strengthens class divide, how it targets the lower class, but I don’t think I’ve seen anyone discuss that it’s actively a reward for having children.
Same as how women were given a small amount of money and rewards for each child they had in fascist Germany, the tesserae system works to exploit people’s desperation to have more children. Again, it enforces the hope in the hunger games; especially in the larger districts, it can be seen as a reward for very little risk.
It makes participation in Hunger Games (and thus the act having children itself) become an active job - a responsibility for which families are rewarded. This is especially interesting because we do not know much about the treatment of women, but it definitely shows how Panem was at least built on a misogynistic society, if it isn’t actively Patriarchal itself, because it implies that women are treated as little more than mothers when having children is a viable source of food for a while.
And that then exacerbates class warfare. It turns the lower classes on the middle classes, as they are not so desperate as to risk losing a child just to survive.
It’s implied in Mockingjay that the human race was on the brink of extinction in Panem, so rewarding people for having kids was very likely a way to combat humanity’s dwindling numbers.
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mega-aulover · 2 months
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Spiraling down an Everlark hole. Picturing Katniss missing one of her socks. Going into the freshly dried laundry pile and grabbing one, just 1 of Peeta’s because she can’t find her other pair.
Peeta folding laundry later on and discovering that another one of his socks has gone missing.
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moon-mirage · 9 months
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Could you please draw everlark with their babies 🥺 thank you ❤️❤️❤️
Hi anon! I know you asked for the whole family but I was a bit pressed for time, so I focused on the Everlark babies.
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Nevertheless, I hope you liked how it turned out. Thank you for the prompt!
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teafer · 1 year
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happy collectively thinking about the hunger games week
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theymademesignup08 · 4 months
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Finnick and morphling girl after dragging Peeta through the games:💀💀
Katniss after dragging Peeta through the games:😏👩‍🍼
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softchouli · 1 year
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Katniss watches closely their firstborn, her cardbon copy with blue eyes, grow into an older sister like she used to be.
Their little girl is constantly generous with her patience, generous with her love, never letting go of her brother's hand first. Katniss can't blame their son for being so drawn to his sister, always following her around, in close resemblance of a tiny baby chick.
She's the one who can put her brother quickly at ease when Katniss is tending to his scraped knees or shooing a insistent flu away. There's no fuss in the simple task of trimming their baby boy's nails and hair when the little one uses her words. Always so talkative and eager to share her imagination, branching up stories from the songs their mother sings for them only.
Sometimes Katniss gets lost in her thoughts when looking at their children, brought to reality when Peeta reaches for her. But she has caught him staring too.
"She looks so much like you." she comments one day as they watch their children play with some of their father's paint.
"She looks a lot like us, both of them do." Peeta answers as he, with all the time in the world, pulls her close and places a tenderly kiss on her temple. Affection her body was already instinctively expecting to receive.
Katniss knows deep inside they did something right, that everything is alright when their daughter can offer and give so much without missing or lacking anything in return.
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claireclaymore · 6 months
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"Katniss did so little for Peeta"
What the hell!!!
She wanted die for him! Kill for him! Accepted be the Mockingjay to save him!
When he came back brainwashed and hating her, the girl was literally suicidal! And when he got better, a single conversation with him made her get out of her depressive state and start living again!
How this is little?!!!
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livsoulsecrets · 2 months
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The Hunger Games Fic: Peeta Mellark & his children - I won't let nobody hurt you, won’t let no one break your heart
Summary:
Just a short reflection on Peeta Mellark breaking cycles and growing into the best father he can be.
“His children grew up faster than he could have prepared for, and, as young as they still were, he could already see the contours of who they would become.”
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An old lady once stopped by Peeta’s side on the market and played with his daughter for a bit while he tried to juggle holding both her and his bags.
“She gets like this sometimes,” he explained, struggling with his cargo as the woman smiled kindly at him, “needs to be carried everywhere or else.”
The unknown lady laughed and then stepped back to stare at them one more time before leaving. “Enjoy, dear. The days might be long, but the years will go by far quicker.”
He had heard the advice before, received it countless times after becoming a father.
And it was true, to an extent.
His children grew up faster than he could have prepared for, and, as young as they still were, he could already see the contours of who they would become.
It was all there in the stubborn quality of his son’s grin, so similar to Katniss’, or in the glint of his daughter’s gray eyes when she was challenged to run faster or climb higher.
He could see himself too: his girl’s patience as she fed the stray cats of their neighborhood and gained their trust; his boy’s love for painting portraits. It scared him half to death some days — how hard his son tried. How much his daughter was willing to fight.
In the end, some days seemed to last years for Peeta, and that’s what most people didn’t seem to understand. Days when he couldn’t force his body to get out of bed. Nights when he felt too warm and too restless to get any sleep.
Katniss would tell him his fear was real but that the awful thoughts that followed it were not.
“What if I ruin them?” He questioned her once, and his wife laid a hand on his chin, forcing him to face her.
“You won’t.”
“I might–”
“You won’t.” She told him, matter-of-factly, and the touch of her skin against his was Peeta’s only tether to reality.
Katniss would not tell him kind lies. She would always tell him the truth, as ugly and painful as it could be.
That is what made it easier to believe her. He trusted he was good enough for his family because Katniss did. He knew he wouldn’t become who his father used to be because Katniss knew it too.
Then again, Katniss had her days too.
When she woke up in cold sweat and a scream dying down in her throat, reaching out blindly for Peeta. She would repeat the question that kept them both afloat through their darkest times. The question they had taught their children to ask when they were scared or unsure.
“They’re safe. Real or not real?”
She didn’t need to explain. He understood there were only two people in the world they were as scared to lose as each other.
“Real,” he assured, knowing it was the truth.
Their children would never know a world where the type of cruelty their parents endured was possible.
When he had similar nightmares, painted in red and sorrow, he would haunt their house’s hallways and find his children’s bedrooms. The only thing that could ground him was the sight of their peaceful forms sleeping soundly.
Tonight, though, it was no nightmare that kept him up. He had stayed up late to finish off his work at the bakery and decided to check on the kids before going to bed.
His daughter was sound asleep, upside down in the bed with one arm over her eyes and the other enveloped around her teddy bear. He chuckled quietly at the sight and pulled her blanket properly over her chest.
When he checked on his son, though, the boy was awake in bed, his blanket pulled up to his chin as his tiny hands held on to it for dear life.
“Dad?” He called out when Peeta stepped through the door.
“Hey, kid,” he answered, settling by his bedside. His son immediately threw his arms against his middle and placed his head on his lap. “Are you alright?”
He held on even tighter and whispered, “I heard something. It’s under my bed. I think it’s a monster.”
His son’s face had been overwhelmed by a grimace, and Peeta cradled his cheek carefully to say, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”
The lemon tree outside his window creaked loudly, and the boy startled, sitting up straight once more against the headboard. “I heard it again, dad!”
Peeta had half a mind not to laugh, knowing it would be of no help.
“Okay, okay. I’ll check, alright?” He said instead, dropping to the floor and lifting the blankets.
Peeta couldn’t help but be reminded of his own father’s disdainful laugh when he had a similar nightmare many years ago.
“Don’t be stupid,” his dad had blurted out, “Go back to sleep and stop bothering me.”
He had spent the whole night up, terrified that something awful was coming to get him. His father had hit him the next day when a sleep-deprived Peeta burned a batch of bread.
Peeta found no such monsters underneath the bed, as he had expected. He returned to the bed and caressed his boy’s hair softly, “It’s alright. There’s nothing under your bed.”
“Are you sure?” His blue eyes sparkled with tears as he worried his lip between his teeth.
“Yes. I promise.” Peeta reassured him. “Come on, I’ll stay with you tonight.” He settled under the covers, and his son was quick to place his head against his chest, enveloping his waist with his tiny arm.
“You’ll fight the monsters for me.” His son whispered, already tipping over the edge of sleep. “Real or not real?”
Peeta kissed the top of his head and vowed, “Real.”
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therealcalrissian · 24 days
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after finishing the bad batch i have this feeling that comes and goes…the same feeling i had when i finished reading the hunger games in 5th grade. something about those epilogue scenes really stabs you right between the ribs and then runs you over with a double decker bus.
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captainwaffles · 4 months
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There will always be consequences to your actions. But these where children force to grow up becuase the adults wouldn’t do anything/enough
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These are children doing there best, in life or death situations. The adults who let/made them do this are at fault more than they are
They had no choice, it wasn’t out of malice
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