#willow mellark

[littlemarianah]

A future where Peeta's children will be safe.

#the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #willow mellark #rye mellark

[buggiebite]

Questions from a Curious Child

and there was a tickle fight…the end.

this reblog has lived in the back of my mind for a bit and it inspired me to make this, so thank you @thesweetnessofspring

#their love makes me mentally ill #summers day with toast baby girl and she loves to talk like her papa #before she started school and before her new best friend was born #mama!katniss #papa!peeta #Willow Mellark #toastbaby girl #toastbaby boy #peeta and katniss #pre epilogue #Everlark #fanart #buggiebite #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss mellark

[feluccylunatic]

Hubiera amado ver a Katniss y a Peeta teniedo a su primer Bebé, habria sido algo magico de ver

I would have loved to see Katniss and Peeta have their first baby, it would have been something magical to see. 🏹🥖🍼🌼

#everlark #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #books #katniss and peeta #mockingjay #peeta mellark #hunger games #the hunger games peeta #willow mellark

[loimposibleesloquenoseintenta]

Her favorite uncle

Another short story about teenage Willow Everdeen Mellark, but this time at her home in District 12. She sneaked out to have some fun with her friends at night, and now she must face her parents. But no worries, uncle Haymitch is there to save the day, well kind of. I just wanted to write something about Haymitch being an old uncle/grandpa figure to Katniss and Peeta's daughter. In my mind she can be quite rebellious and impulsive, while still loving her family and wanting to make them proud. But she's also young and wants to have fun. I like thinking that between her and Haymitch there is a special bond, he listens to her and tries his best to guide her. And she trusts him deeply. Also, Willow and her brother (Rye) do get along and love each other, I just didn't develop their relationship that much this time. tw: mentions of underage drinking

The treacherous keys slip from my hands and hit the ground. I curse under my breath. At this pace, there’s no way I’ll get in the house without making any noise. Great. My head’s killing me and now I’ll have to come up with an excuse to explain my night out. I can see my parents’ face already. I think about my brother, biting his tongue, acting like he doesn’t know anything about me sneaking out. He’d never snitch on me, but I know how much he hates secrets. In this family trust is everything, and I respect that. But I just wanted to have some fun with my friends. Is that so wrong?

Under the night sky, I struggle to see the keys, and the drunkenness doesn’t help much. I finally find them and continue on my way, dragging my feet. I'm about to resign myself to the consequences when I notice light coming from Haymitch’s kitchen. Could he be awake at this hour? Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me. Curiosity drives me to stealthily approach his window and when I take a peek inside, I jump back startled. Sitting at the table, drinking something hot, is my old uncle Haymitch looking at me without an ounce of surprise. Mi mind is still somewhat confused, but if one thing’s for sure, is that I’m in trouble. And he knows it too. He points at the door with his thumb and his eyes leave no space for refusal.

As I enter the kitchen, I'm enveloped by the smell of coffee. With his back to me, he's making a second cup. I sit down and place my head on my arms.  

"So, tell me, did you have fun, little one?" he asks handing me the drink.

"How did you know?" I mumble with my eyes closed.

"Your brother called me" I lift my head so fast I get dizzy.

"Hey, you know it’s not his fault. He’s just worried about you. You should be thankful he didn’t tell your parents, honey" and he’s right. I can’t blame Rye for anything. I’m the one who broke the rules.

"What about you? Why didn’t you say anything?"

"I think you’re old enough to fend for yourself. But if they found out, I won’t deny anything, you hear me?" he declares with an accusing finger.

"Thank you Haymitch" I offer him one of those smiles I use to soften him. They always work, even if he denies it.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now drink your coffee and tell me what you’ve been up to over there"

There’s no point in hiding anything to him, he can read my mind without trying. So, I tell him all about the laughs, the dancing, the drinking and the gossip. We keep talking until dawn, and, even though he doesn’t judge me for my juvenile adventures, he asks me to be more responsible next time. Especially with my drinking. At times like this I wonder how his life used to be before I was born. Even if my family tries to be as honest as possible about their past, I know there’re things that are just too hard to explain. I understand that, so I don’t pressure them, but sometimes I can’t help but think about it.

When the phone rings, Haymitch tells my mom I had agreed to help him with his geese that morning. Apparently, I was so excited with the task that I had woken up extra early to enjoy breakfast with my favorite uncle. I doubt she bought it, but she didn’t ask more questions. Later I understand that she just wanted to laugh at my disastrous attempt to deal with those wild animals. Well, at least someone’s having a good time. With that said, I think I won’t drink again for a long, long time.

#the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #toast babies #toastbabies #everlark family #everlark #everlark headcanon #post mockingjay #willow mellark #willow everdeen #rye mellark #rye everdeen #haymitch abernathy

[amydunnewithmen]

Waiting for a new fan fic chapter is like waiting for your lover to return from war

#i wish i was kidding #the hunger games #hunger games au #finnick odair #Calder Odair #willow mellark #rye mellark #katniss everdeen #katniss mellark #haymitch abernathy #Grier mason #johanna mason #Tera my beloved

[ev3rl4rk]

okay i know that katniss and peeta have two kids but is the older one the girl or the boy?😭

#hunger games #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #peeta mellark #the hunger games #everlark #willow mellark #rye mellark #everlark kids #catching fire #mockingjay

[homosherb]

#they make me feel things #i love them so much #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #found out their kids’ names are Willow and Rye #cutest thing ever #the hunger games #hunger games renaissance #why did no one tell me this poem is from a STUCKY FANFIC #this is like my favourite poem ever AND NOW I HAVE TO LIVE WITH THIS??? #sherb speaks

[districtholland]

happy 10th anniversary to the hunger games: catching fire!

🎵 — "atlas" by coldplay

#the hunger games #catching fire #thehungergames #catchingfire #jennifer lawrence #josh hutcherson #sam claflin #jena malone #donald sutherland #elizabeth banks #woody harrelson #willow shields #jeffrey wright #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #johanna mason #finnick odair #president snow #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #primrose everdeen #dearestmockingjay

[hgstuff]

the hunger games headers

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#the hunger games headers #the hunger games #the hunger games movie headers #the hunger games movie #thg headers #thg #2012 #katniss everdeen #katniss #jennifer lawrence #peeta mellark #peeta #josh hutcherson #everlark #primrose everdeen #prim #willow shields #rue #amandla stenberg #cinna #lenny kravitz #movie headers #film headers

[queercatcave]

I refuse to believe that peeta’s brothers have bread names. When I see it in a fic, I run. I can’t do it.

#-Willow #the hunger games #peeta mellark

[littlemarianah]

To me it makes perfect sense that Peeta, the guy who ties his shoes twice, Mellark be super organized.

I mean, the guy grew up in a bakery. His job was always sort of organizing things. Keep the counter clean, wash the dishes at the end of the day. After a work day, someone always had to stay in the kitchen until late to clean up all the breadcrumbs to avoid the rats, and that someone was always Peeta, the youngest.

Besides, I think Peeta's mother is the type who doesn't tolerate dirt. She's the type who inspects the boys' rooms to see if everything is in order, tells them to change they clothes if she finds a stain on your shirt and doesn't tolerate anyone looking unkempt.

Peeta just develops the natural habit of organization. Folded socks and underwear. Shirts hang on hangers in order of color, pencils in the pencil case always in order of size. He grows up and can't wear the stained shirts that his mother didn't like.

Katniss is kind of the opposite. She just leaves things wherever she goes. The hairbrush is never put back in the drawer after it is used, the bed is never made when she gets up, the clothes are never folded after they are washed.

She finds him neurotic.

And he thinks she's sloppy.

But Peeta end up learning from Katniss that it's good to leave the bed messy sometimes, because it's always better to lie on the soft blankets spread out than on the folded ones.

It's nice to jump in the rain and feel the mud get between your toes.

When the girl is born, Katniss seems unconcerned with the baby walking on the ground with her little feet, and picking up the dirt with her little fingers. Peeta always runs after her with a cloth to clean the dirt off her hands before she puts it in her mouth. .

But they are children and the older she and her little brother get, more they return home covered in sweat and with dirty knees. They like to hunt for worms in the ground, and they love it when the rain falls and they can dance under it.

Dirt and mess end up being synonymous with fun.

What makes Peeta more relaxed even if he is adamant about taking baths before bed. Little Rye hates it and always cries. The boy tries to escape, getting under Katniss' skirt, but Peeta always catches him and takes him to the bathtub. He scrubs the dirt away, even if the boy doesn't stop crying.

#toast babies #the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #headcanon #epilogue #willow mellark #rye mellark

[loving-hunger-games13]

I wasn’t strong enough

25 years ATR

I never see Peeta angry. He always has an aura radiating intense love for everything he has. Even when he has flash backs, it’s never anger, just pain. Until today

Peeta is on the kitchen floor, clenching his fists around the leg of the dining chair, rattling it backwards and forwards as horrifying screams escape him. I’ve locked our children in the other room, so they at least don’t have to see, but nothing can cover up this sound.

I don’t approach Peeta, although I know he would never hurt me on purpose, it’s not safe to go too close while he’s in this state. It’s to intense. Instead I speaking to him calmly but firmly from the doorway.

“Peeta, breathe, you’re safe, I’m safe. We’re all safe aren’t we.”

He doesn’t respond but releases his hold on the chair, while he holds onto his legs and makes muffled noises as if someone is covering his mouth. He shakes aggressively as his nails dig slightly into his flesh, trying to bring himself back to reality.

He is no longer in a state of anger, but of fear. His eyes like a child, just like the eyes I met at the reaping when he was a young boy sentenced to death. I know it’s safe now, so I make my way over to him and crouch down. We are sat face to face, yet his eyes don’t quite reach me. I avoid touch as to not startle him, but I repeat-

“Peeta, breathe, you’re safe, I’m safe. We’re all safe aren’t we.”

He presses his head against the cabinet behind him.

“It’s all in the past, real or not real?” He asks, squeezing his eyes together. “Real, they can never hurt you again.” I reply, slowly reaching for his hand as I start to caress his palm.

He opens his eyes suddenly, staring unblinking at me while tears start to flood his eyes.

“They took so much from me,” he choked out “my family, my friends, my thoughts, my dreams. And they replaced it all with trauma, nightmares, fear, I want it all gone and I want myself back!”

His yells echoed through the kitchen as he sobs uncontrollably, falling forward onto me. I sit cross legged on the cold tiles as I hold him tight while he cries. He looks up at me, his tear stained face looking drained.

“My family didn’t like me, they never cared that much. But they were my family after all. I wish I could talk to them once more. I wish I was as strong as you, then I might have fought hard enough to keep them. I wasn’t strong enough. But that’s why you’re still here, you’re strong. You fought and you won. And I was just too slow to keep up with the plan.” He whispers into my jumper.

“I lost people too, I lost my person. Even I wasn’t strong enough to save the person I needed. I was too busy being strong for the world, I let the world beat her down and blow her to bits. If I’m being honest, I’ve never felt so weak, so fragile knowing I could save everyone but I couldn’t save her. I was a dead person in a live body. You’re what I stayed for, otherwise I would have joined her long, long ago.” I mumble back, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Did- did I really do that?” He questioned, whilst looking at me puzzled.

“That and so much more my love, so much more.” I raise off the ground and extend my hand, “Are you ready now?”

“Yes.” He replies with the confidence of his normal self.

We walk out of the kitchen and into the hall. Peeta turn right and heads for the back garden for some fresh air, meanwhile I head for the lounge. I cautiously open the door and see the two of them, sat of the small seat in the corner of the room with their hands intertwined, staring at the floor. I walk over to them, wrapping my arms around their shoulders.

“Why does that happen to him, what is going on?” Willow asks

“Things weren’t like this when we were young, darling. Cruel people ran the world and did some bad things to some people. It was unfortunate that me and your father were made to be part of it, but we didn’t do it how they wanted, so they hated us. There were people who wanted to bring them down, and me and him were the faces of their plan, too young to say no, but too young to deal with the consequences. We won, but we lost family, friends, our true selves. It’s hard to keep going. But you help so much.” I ruffle both of their hair simultaneously, rye laughs but willow continues.

“What happened? What family? Why did they choose you?” She questions.

“We showed them we would fight back, so they took it and ran with it, but ran too far. Your father lost his whole family, parents and two brothers. My mother is still out there, but returning here would be too hard. My father was already dead, and they killed my sister just before we won, as we won…” I say, pained by remembering.

“You had a sister?”

“Yes, her name was Primrose, she was only 13, she was my whole life. She was going to be a doctor.”

“How did this start? How did you fight?”

“Well, there’s a lot. But in simple terms, they took two kids from different places called districts, there were twelve, and made them fight till one remained. My sister got picked and I took her place, then your father. But we both made it out.”

“What do you mean ‘got picked’?”

I think back to the recordings of the games, including the reaping, she’s old enough.

“There’s a video, would you like to see?”

Her eyes widen as she nods, and they both follow me out the room as I enter mine and Peeta’s bedroom. He’s sat on the bed and looks over to us.

“Can you get the tape out?” I ask with eyes that indicated what tape I was talking about.

He looks confused for a brief second then understands and crouches by the side of the bed, reaches around for a bit then puts out the recording. Me and the kids sit on the edge of the bed while he sets it up. Then he comes and sits beside me, grasping my hand like on the chariot, as it begins.

Everything happens; the reaping, Prim, the volunteering, Peeta. Then I quickly shut it off, not wanting them to see the things about the real games.

Willow smiles, “Primrose was gorgeous, and so were you, mother, you looked much more… calm.”

Rye toddled over and climbed onto my lap. I squeezed them all tightly in unison.

“I was. Everything was so much easier to do with her words of wisdom, or to make her happy. And I want to make you all happy now. But it’s just harder knowing she’s gone. But now you know I will always protect you, like I couldn’t protect her. I wasn’t strong enough.”

#katniss and prim #katniss and peeta #hunger games #prim reaper #primrose everdeen #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #willow and rye mellark

[loimposibleesloquenoseintenta]

The labyrinth

Summary: Willow Everdeen Mellark arrives at the University in the Capitol and meets her roommate, a strange girl with light hair. How will their first encounter go? This is a short AU set roughly 30 years after the events of Mockingjay. It explores Willow's first time at the Capitol, her ideas about its people and the beggining of a friendship, or maybe more. Cassie or Cassandra is an original character with an interesting family history (guess who she is related to). I might turn this into a proper fic one day, but for now this is a glimpse of what could be. With no further ado, enjoy!

On the way to the University, I take in everything around me. Buildings, stores, vehicles, people. Above all, people. The images from home really do not do justice to the riotous aesthetics of the Capitol citizens. An amalgam of colors, fabrics and shapes swirls through the window and I almost get dizzy. But I force myself to keep watching. After all, this is what I wanted right? To experience this unknown world far from my simple District 12.

I stop for a second thinking of my mother. Right now, she's probably hunting in the woods to avoid her thoughts. To avoid any thought about her daughter stuck in the middle of this enormous city, which must have left so many memories marked on her skin.

The driver's voice brings me back to reality, announcing our arrival. I pay and thank him before getting out, coming face to face with the most imposing structure I’ve ever seen. Ancient columns, tall carved gates, and a pristine staircase dominate the entrance, packed with students.

I feel a tickling in my chest as I walk into the crowd. Several heads follow me as I pass, probably noticing that I'm not from around here. Although it is nothing new for districts to send their children to study at the Capitol, the numbers remain low. I wink at them without thinking twice, causing a few blushes, before leaving them behind.

After putting some documents in order, I finally head to what will be my bedroom for the next few years. I wonder if my partner has arrived yet. Will she be from a District like me? That would make the transition easier. Although, challenges never scared me, anyway.

As I get to the last hallway, I see that the door is already open. Looks like I won't be able to choose the bed. Whatever, it's time for the truth. I knock to get her attention, and she quickly turns around. The morning light reflects on her bright hair, and her eyes stay fixed on me. What a strange girl. She stands petrified, her next move undecipherable. Is she scared of me? Maybe Capitol people are as exaggerated as everyone says. Well, Effie is living proof of that, but that's part of her charm. If anything, my experience with my aunt gives me an advantage now. So, I offer her my hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you. You must be my roommate. I'm Willow.”

She blinks a few times, as if waking up. She gets closer to shake my hand and her floral scent reaches my nose. When we touch, I feel her silk like skin. And the coldness of her fingers.

“I’m Cassie. Sorry, I swear I'm not always like this. I'm still getting used to this place and my head is a mess.”

Her voice is sweet, but it doesn’t have the ring I was expecting from a Capitol girl. I take a better look at her clothes and I realize she’s far from those characters I drove by today. Was I mistaken?

“It's okay. I get what you mean. It’s all new to me here. The Capitol's sure bigger than it looks on TV, huh?”

I was waiting for her to boast proudly about everything this city had to offer to its newcomers, like any citizen would do. But it didn’t happen.

“Yeah, ever since I’ve got here, I’ve felt like I'm in a huge labyrinth.”

She looks away, and I notice how she rubs her hands nervously. She reminds me of my brother, when he gets carried away with worry instead of facing his problems. And if there's one thing I'm good at, is at getting him out of his head.

“Well, seems like luck’s on our side.” I say arranging my bags on the empty bed.

“What do you mean?” She asks me with a raised eyebrow.

“If we wanna make it out of the labyrinth, we'll have a better chance together, right?”

It takes her a few seconds to get what I mean, but when she does, my pulse quickens. She smiles. And then I realize. She is not strange. She is beautiful.

#the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #coriolanus snow #peeta mellark #post mockingjay #toastbabies #toast babies #everlark #everlark family #everlark as parents #everlark headcanon #everlark headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #the hunger games fanfiction #president snow #willow everdeen #willow mellark #lucy gray baird #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[countrymusiclover]

27 - Pieces in his Games

Part 28

Victor's Daughter

@lemonluvgirl87 @virtualsweetsdreamer @emma-andrea1 @voiddylanobrosey

Shifting awake I get rocked by the hovercraft flying to District 2. Burying my face in my knees my head is spinning in confusion because I now remember my mother. How she died, everything. Somebody sits down resting a hand on my shoulder making me look up to see Gale. "Do you still not remember..." Sniffling through tears I shake my head no to my boyfriend's question. "It's all overwhelming Gale. One moment I remember everything - and then another I can't remember why she's isn't with us - but I don't forget that we're in a war. That memory remains and it breaks me down." Gale gently pulled my head to lay against his chest wrapping his arms around me. Clutching the jacket he wears I just started crying into his shirt. I haven't seen Celestia since the day Coin tried to kill her. I don't think I could look at the little girl the same ever again. "You're dad told me something before we left. The Capital did the same thing they did to Peeta..." I finished his sentence my voice breaking as the words came out. "They turned her into a weapon to kill me!"

Landing in District 2 the leaders decided to bury the civilians in the mines hoping they would surrender. Pulling on a jacket I clipped a knife to my hip following my father who tried to give Katniss a speech Plutarch had written. Stopping in my tracks someone gets shot and she runs out until the District 2 guy holds a gun to her throat. I start to reach for my weapon but my father grabbed my wrist holding me still. Katniss bared her teeth trying to talk down the guy threatening her life. "If you want to kill me do it. Make Snow happy. I'm tired of killing his slaves for him....that's why I killed Cato. And he killed Thresh and Thresh killed Clove. It just goes around and around. And the one wins is always Snow. I am done being a piece in his game. District 12, District 2 we have no fight except the one the Capital gave us. Why are you fighting the rebels. We're family, we're neighbors." He lowered the gun letting her get to her feet to address the others around her.

"These people are not your enemy. We all have one enemy and that's Snow. He corrupts everyone and everything. He turns the best of us against each other. Stop killing for him. Tonight turn your weapons to the Capital. Turn your weapons to Snow!" Suddenly people fired off bullets to her where she dropped to the ground. The camera team cut the video off as I ran out under my father's protest. Somebody else helps me drag her back over the line until I felt blood running down my leg. Swaying on my feet I collapse into my father's arms blacking out. The next time I wake up I am laying on a hospital bed with an iv in my other arm. The flap opened where my father entered the room sitting at the foot of the bed. "Plutarch has a request for you honey. He wants to see how Celestia she'll react to seeing you now." Shifting up against the pillows I clutched my hands into fists baring my teeth. "I'm not going in a room alone with her!" He holds his hands out in front of himself calming me down. "Easy now. I already asked someone to go in the room with you, Primrose."

Pulling a sweater tightly around myself Prim and I walked down the halls with my father to the medical room. Peeta was restrained down on the bed thrashing and screaming about in his own room. Stopping outside a door I sucked in a breath starting to shake in my boots. Prim reached down taking my hand in hers giving me a weak smile. My father typed in a code causing the door to open allowing us inside. Slowly entering the room I immediately locked onto her innocent eyes. Clutching my eyes closed I paused picturing her angry eyes when we were in the tribute center. Prim squeezing my hand breaks me from my trance and back to reality. "Y/n...it's you." Celestia spoke up breaking the silence. Prim tugs me forward by my wrist waving with her freehand and a smile. "Hi I'm Prim. I have been waiting to meet you." Celestia tried to sit up but her wrist and legs are restrained like Peeta just in case. It's terrifying to know that she's like this right now but two days ago she nearly got the chance to kill me. "Do you remember what happened in the Capital, Celestia...that you tried to - to kill me?" I asked the question worried about the answer.

Celestia tilts her head down disappointed for a split second then she thrashed in the bed screaming. Yanking Prim behind me I reached around with my hand for my remembering that it was taken since I was still in medical. "You're a liar, Y/n. You're a monster who makes promises then breaks them. You said that you would come back for me but you didn't!" Prim glanced up to me slightly afraid where I banged on the door making it open. Shoving her outside I stand in the doorway feeling tears starting to fall at seeing her like this. Katniss was right that the Capital was our enemy. Because of the torture they did to Peeta and her. There's a horrible fate for anyone who goes against the Capital. "I'm sorry Celestia - I didn't - I didn't have a choice. I risked my life to save you - but I didn't think he would torture you too!" I let myself cry slamming the door closed sliding down the door. Prim bends down giving me a hug letting me sob. My father gets down on the ground too pulling me against his chest wishing that this wasn't happening to me.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#victor's daughter #gale hawthorne x abernathy reader #gale hawthorne x reader fanfiction #gale hawthorne x reader #liam hemsworth #haymitch abernathy x daughter reader #haymitch abernathy #woody harrelson #primrose everdeen #willow shields #katniss everdeen #jennifer lawrence #peeta mellark #finnick odair #plutarch heavensbee #president snow's granddaughter #celestia snow #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay part 2 #mockingjay part 1 #mockingjay #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #comments really appreciated

[smallpapers]

The Owl House + Lumity + Hunger Games AU??? Idk LMAO I’m still on a THG kick after rereading/watching the whole trilogy!!

Some thoughts on the AU under the cut

Okay so this is a stupid idea but I’m just having fun with it. Obviously it won’t follow the hunger games directly because the situation and characters are different, but some stuff kinda connects!!

Katniss and Peeta= Luz and Amity

Prim & Ms Everdeen & buttercup = Vee and Camilla and King

The Mellarks = Odalia (fitting!), Alador, and Ed + Em (fits since both Peet and Ami have two older siblings). I don’t think they’d run a bakery though, but something abomination related that fits here.

Haymitch = Eda

Madge = Gus??

Gale = I’m afraid there’s no Gale equivalent here because it doesn’t make sense in this AU, and I’m not a fan of love triangles anyway.

Effie = Hooty. This is funny to me. the peak of my fanart career

Cinna and Portia = Darius and Eberwolf

Senecca Crane = Kiki

Snow = Belos obviously

Ceasar = Adrian

Plutarch = Raine

Finnick = Hunter

Annie or Johanna ish situation = Willow??

Coin = ummm either Lilith or Collector hm

Anyways I kept the human and witch ears because I thought that could be an interesting tie with the Merchants vs Seam. And Amity’s hair is fully green in the interview scene because she got her grown roots dyed during the makeover! In this scenario I imagine Odalia would make her children dye funky hair colours in hopes of getting into the ‘capitol’ equivalent, which I guess is the Emperors Coven.

Also instead of girl on fire, Luz would have some ‘light’ related title.

#the owl house #the hunger games #lumity #luz noceda #amity blight #vee noceda #eda clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #adrian graye #Toh au #Toh fanart #Toh luz #Toh amity #Toh eda #Toh Vee #myart #Toh hooty #luz x amity #I’ve literally gone insane you guys #anyways if anyone has good canon au ever lark fics please recommend them to me!

[waitimcomingtoo]

Don’t Dream It’s Over

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: you comfort Peeta after a nightmare

Peeta wasn’t the type to wake up screaming like you did, so you never really knew when he was having nightmares. Instead, he’d freeze and stare at the ceiling while he relived the games moment by moment. You felt bad that he was always there to comfort you when you had your nightmares but you were rarely able to do the same for him since you didn’t know when they were happening.

When you couldn’t sleep one night, you left Peeta’s warm embrace and went into the kitchen to get some water. You drank half your glass before pouring the rest into the plants Peeta kept on the window sill. You jumped a little when you heard Peeta’s voice coming from behind you.

“Honey?” His voice was wavering as he stood in the kitchen doorway with the blanket from your bed wrapped around his shoulders.

“Hey, Peet. Did you just wake up?” You asked and went over to him. He nodded his head and immediately broke down. You wrapped your arms around him and held his head against your shoulder as he cried.

“What happened, baby boy? Did you have a nightmare?” You asked as you rubbed circles into his back.

“It was that one where you get pulled off the cornucopia by the mutts and I watch you die.” He whimpered against your shoulder.

“It’s not real, honey. It was just a dream.” You shushed him.

“I know.” He sniffled. “But it felt so real.”

“Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.” You smiled warmly at him and then led him back to your bedroom. It wasn’t often that you got to be the one who comforts, so you really wanted to do a good job for Peeta.

“I’m sorry I have to lean on you like this. I can just go back to sleep.” Peeta said as he climbed back into your bed.

“It’s okay. You’re always there for me. Let me take care of you this time.”

“Okay.” Peeta smiled sheepishly as you pulled the covers to his chin. You tucked him in nice and tight before getting in the bed with him. You leaned on your elbow so you could look at him while he rested his head on the pillow.

“When I would have nightmares as a kid, my dad used to tuck me in and sing to sleep.” You told Peeta as you combed through his hair with your fingers.

“What would he sing?”

“Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head and close your eyes. And in the morning, the sun will rise.” You softly sang to Peeta while you continued to play with his hair.

“I love the way you sing. I’ve loved it since I was a kid.” Peeta smiled fondly at you.

“I wish we were friends when we were in school. I wish we got to grow up together.”

“It’s okay. We get to grow up together from now on.” He replied, making you smile. You bent down to kiss his lips before sitting back up.

“I love you.” You told him.

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

“High possibly.” He insisted. “I’ve loved you longer.”

“Oh, Peeta.” You sighed dramatically. “That means nothing. Don’t you know how I feel about you?”

“Why don’t you remind me?” He smiled coyly. You returned the smile and bent down to kiss the top of his head.

“I love your golden hair and the way it falls into your eyes when you go too long without cutting it.” You said before kissing his forehead.

“I love your brilliant mind and the way you’re always thinking own step ahead.” You said and then kissed his nose.

“I love how I can always tell what you’re thinking because of how expressive you are.” You continued, and then kissed his cheek.

“I love how creative you are. How you’re always coming up with a new recipe or sketching something from memory. I love that you’re an artist.” You told him before kissing his lips.

“I love that you’re all mine.” You whispered against his lips and then kissed him again.

“You aren’t shy with the kisses tonight.” Peeta said as his face blushed a rosy pink.

“Well you’re hurting. So I’m loving you extra hard tonight.” You told him as you brushed the hair off his forehead. Peeta smiled up at you but sadness soon filled his eyes.

“I’m tired of the nightmares. I just want to sleep through the night one more time.” He said quietly.

“So do I.”

“Do you think they’ll ever go away?”

“Maybe. Or maybe they’ll just get less and less frequent.”

“I fear we’ll we waiting for years before we sleep through a night.” He laughed sadly.

“Maybe so. But the time will pass anyways. At least we’re together.” You shrugged, making him smile. He pulled you down so that your head could rest against his heart.

“Yeah. At least.” He said as he rubbed your shoulder. You draped one arm over his torso and slid the under one beneath his back so you could hold him.

“I wish I could put you somewhere you could never get hurt.” You told him.

“I’d probably still find a way to get hurt.” He chuckled, making you laugh as well.

“Probably.” You smiled and looked up at him. “Do you want to close your eyes?”

“Yeah. I’m getting tired again.” He said through a yawn. You blew out the candle that had been lighting the room and snuggled into his chest.

“You’re so warm.” You sighed and inhaled his scent.

“It’s just cause you make me blush.”

“Why do I still make you blush? We’ve been together for ages.”

“I know. That doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop being the first grader in love with the girl in the plaid dress.” He replied, making you hold him closer.

“Good. Don’t ever stop.”

“Thanks for taking care of me, sweetheart.” Peeta said and kissed the top of us up head.

“Always.”

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