silly little everlark drabble based on this post bc i couldn't get it out of my head xo
katniss’s breath falls even again after about ten minutes. he’s surprised it took that long considering it took almost an hour to talk her down from her nightmare.
they’d only been sharing her bed for a week now, but peeta can’t help but feel like this is exactly where he was supposed to be. in the few months he’d been home before this, he had been able to hear her screams from across their lawns and he’d wanted nothing more than to help her. it hadn’t been his place, though.
until he mentioned something to her once about how he could hear her and she’d reminded him of their nights on the train when he would rush into her room, hold her in his arms until she was quiet again.
“we started sharing a bed, right?” he had asked.
“real,” she’d nodded. “effie gave us shit for it, but i never cared.”
“i remember we both started sleeping better.”
katniss had nodded. a moment of silence had passed between them before she said, quietly, “would you… want to do that again?”
he’d jumped at the opportunity and he’s barely been to his own house since. he likes her house more, anyway. there are more memories of life. peeta’s family had stayed at the bakery when he moved into victor’s village so his house is filled with nothing but loneliness. katniss’s house has ghosts but at least there are happy memories, too.
he looks down at her, the way she’s resting against his chest. it was like clockwork, the way they fell back into each other so quickly. he’s almost amazed at how she can do this. he’d tried to kill her at one point, not too long ago, and now she sleeps on his chest with her guard completely down.
though, he supposes it’s not too different for him. he’d been forced to fear this girl like his life depended on it, and now he has no issues trusting her when his mind is in the right spot. on days when he has his flashbacks, it’s another story but they both know that’s not really him.
carefully, so as not to wake her, he brushes her hair back from her forehead. she leaves it down most days now, and he loves it. she only braids it when she goes hunting or on particularly windy days she doesn’t want it in her face.
even as gentle as he was, katniss shifts slightly at the movement. she doesn’t wake, but her hand curls into his shirt. she lets out a quiet sigh, almost peaceful.
he isn’t sure what it is about the moment, but the realization slams into him.
i love you, he thinks.
nothing about it should be shocking, because hasn’t he always loved her? but again, the capitol had forced him to believe katniss was his biggest enemy. he hadn’t even realized until this moment that the love he’d once felt for her has been creeping its way back into his brain. now that it’s there, though, he thinks it was inevitable. peeta mellark was made to love katniss everdeen.
he isn’t sure what to do with himself for a moment. he wants to tell her, wants to kiss her, wants to do something to show her that he’s still really here. not even snow’s worst could take all of him away from her. but he knows doing something drastic will only scare her. they’re only beginning to mend things.
he places his hand on top of hers, resting them nearly over his heart. his thumb glides over her knuckle. i love you, he repeats in his head over and over again, hoping she’ll catch the message in her dream.
if there ever comes a moment that’s right, he’ll tell her. for now, though, he’s okay with letting this feeling live inside him. he always has been.
“Danielle was in my apartment and told me about a party she was planning where everyone in the cast has to dress up like someone else in the cast. Naturally, she gave me Amita and for the next few days I scrambled to find a way to make that work. A very serious conversation with Freddy comes to mind where he generously offered style advice and thanked God he had gotten Kit. A couple days later, I showed up to Danielle’s apartment only to realize everyone had actually dressed up as me. It was obviously surprising and ridiculous and hilarious, but also it came at a time where I desperately needed something like this. Danielle set up a whole party themed around me because she’s an angel, and all the cast was there and giving love. It’s difficult to put into words what that meant to me at the time, but it was everything.”
The fact that Cardan’s birth prophecy said he’d be the destruction of the crown and ruination of the throne (meaning he IS going to rule) and a hag told Eva that her child would be greater than any weapon Justin could ever forge (meaning she WOULD be instrumental in shaping Elfhame’s future) meant that Jude and Cardan were always destined to come together, marry and rule Elfhame. ALWAYS.
And I think about this a lot.
PS - The fact that Cardan’s mom and Jude’s mom were friends before is also crazy lmao
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