the Mellark-Everdeen family feat Buttercup sketches
- I absolutely have no idea how to adjust and match my style to THG I've been trying over and over for 5 months now, it's embarrassing and baby Willow with Mama Katniss
“Is this my punishment for being annoying, Katniss? ‘Cause I actually don't mind pillow fights with gorgeous half-naked women.” He grabs her wrists and pulls her closer. “I won't let it go because I want us to have this all the time. We won’t need to worry about the last bus, the weather, or someone hearing us... It'll be just you and me."
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Two households, both alike in lack of privacy. Will Katniss and Peeta manage to get away and have a place of their own? Maybe somewhere on the yellow line?
Set six months after Katniss with a K and Codename: B³.
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This is for @browneyeddevil who left a lovely comment on Codename: B³ and requested I write something about the last part of the story, which goes:
“One of these days,” she thinks to herself, “you will spend the night in his bed in the twelfth borough. Then your displacement will not be zero.”
This got me thinking just how quickly that distance between their houses would become a source of annoyance and I wrote this short piece about how they would come to live together. Thank you, @browneyeddevil for the inspiration and the encouraging comments! ❤️
Prompt: a random night after they’ve grown back together Katniss falls asleep on the couch and Peeta decides to carry his lady to bed and tuck her in 🥹🥺
Took this prompt and putting my own little spin on it. Have some Everlark sick fic and fluff! Rated G
I get home from the bakery, exhausted from an order of two-tiered cake for a wedding. My arms are still cramped up from holding the piping bag up while decorating, time against the clock to get it done in time. I'm ready to eat and turn in early.
Coming through the back door, I don't see Katniss in the kitchen, where she's usually prepping for dinner before I come in and help her finish. I circle around toward the living room, calling, "Katniss?"
"In here," she says, her voice small and weak.
She's sprawled out on the couch, lips parted, face flushed, with glassy-half-closed eyes.
"You don't look good," I say, getting nearer to her.
"I'm fine," she denies, but leans into my touch when I put the back of my hand to her forehead. She's hot, the heat coming off of her uncomfortable.
"Stay there, I'll get dinner ready," I say.
She stands up, wobbling slightly before steadying. "I haven't skinned the squirrel yet."
"I can skin a squirrel, honeybee. Sit."
"No, I told you, I'm fine."
Katniss gets stubborn like this when she's sick at first. Denying it, pushing away medicine. Eventually, she'll wear herself out and rest up, but she won't stop until she can't go on anymore. The most I can do is take care of the rest of the dinner, cutting up the potatoes and shelling the peas while she takes care of the meat. Katniss is always particular about her meat.
When we sit down to dinner, she still has that blank, far-off stare and half-listens to the conversation about the wedding cake and news from town. She also insists on helping clean up, but after washing the dishes, her hands land on the counter to anchor herself.
"I got the rest," I say. "Sit down on the couch, all right?"
Her energy must be fading because she only casts me a suspicious look before shuffling out of the room. Once she's cleared out, I wipe down everything, more for Haymitch's benefit than my own. If I'm going to get sick from Katniss, I'm going to get sick. No way for me to avoid that.
Once I finish up and reach her, she's fallen asleep on the couch, head on a pillow against the armrest, mouth open, and shivering slightly. Good. I don't need her to put up a fight anymore.
When I lift her up, she's not heavy, hardly weighing more than the bags of flour I lift all day at work, but my shoulders are still stiff. Damn getting older and living through two Hunger Games, a war, and school wrestling. Doesn't help with tight muscles at all.
But it's either wake her up when she needs the sleep or leave her on the couch. After eleven years, we haven't spent a night apart from each other since she invited me under her covers again.
In my arms, Katniss turns her hot body into mine, red cheek against my shoulder. Her shivering subsides a bit and she hums, then sighs.
"I got you," I whisper, and climb up the stairs.
By the time I reach our bedroom, I'm lightly sweating, partly from the exertion but mostly from Katniss's body heat. She's completely passed out as I put her on the bed, then pull the blankets up and over her. After, I brush aside the hair on her forehead, some of it clinging to the sweat on her hairline, and kiss her where she burns with fever.
After I open the window and get ready for bed myself, I take my place next to her. She's so ill she doesn't even turn to snuggle into me, as she usually does when I get into bed following her. When I wake up once from a nightmare, she's still in as deep of a sleep as I've ever seen her.
In the morning, though, when I open my eyes, she's made a pillow of my chest. At my stirring she lifts her face with its still-red cheeks and half-closed eyes and says, "I think I'm sick."
She's so gone in her fever, she doesn't even care that I laugh at her.
Always-KatPeetaMellark (ff)
Summary: What if Peeta wasn't hijacked?
Always-mourneroffictionaldeaths (ff)
Summary: What if Peeta hadn't been hijacked? What if he was just tortured? What if Katniss had agreed to become the Mockingjay earlier so that they could rescue him faster? What if President Snow never knew the rescue team was there until they were gone? This is how the Everlark reunion would've happened if Peeta hadn't been hijacked
Back in Your Arms-MaryLG (ff)
Summary: When Peeta arrives non-hijacked in District 13, Katniss has to face, for the first time, the strong feelings she has for him.
Find My Way Back to You-cinderlinh (ff)
Summary: Peeta never got hijacked. Proper Mockingjay reunion.
Ghosts That We Knew-ArabellaGwen (ao3)
Summary: Mockingjay AU: Peeta returns from the Capitol unhijacked.
Here-mariannalark (ff)
Summary: "I look at him. He has wrapped his arms around himself, holding so tightly it's as if he is afraid he will burst apart. His eyes are still closed, and the tears haven't stopped." Everlark. AU. Both Peeta and Katniss are rescued from the Quell. Katniss is concerned when Peeta doesn't turn up after being told that his family died in the bombing of Twelve.
Nightingale-xjustkeepwritingx (ff)
Summary: What if when Peeta returns from the Capitol he isn't hijacked but has no memories at all?
Peeta's Return-Everlark7 (ff)
Summary: Peeta never got hijacked, and Katniss realizes she loves him.
Why Can't I Breathe?-Mockingjay1804 (ff)
Summary: If Peeta wasn't hijacked I would have imagined his and Katniss' reunion a little differently.
tagged by my dear @waywardangel-wilds and @mollywog . Thank you two.
Piece of my fanfic Chronicles Of A Better World (I changed the name, it used to be Deep in the Meadow, but the new one sounds much better) (Well, I know it's always post about the same famfic, but I'm fighting for my life to write another one haha. So far this is the only one that I feel really satisfied with.)
Peeta sat beside me on the bed. His teary eyes sparkled over the little girl. Our little daughter, our gift. His hands were hovering in the air, As if he were about to take her from me. Maybe seeing my terrified expression changed his mind, so he just touched the girl's hairy head and he kindly said "Welcome, Willow."
I should have let him hold her earlier, but I was so scared I couldn't let go for hours after I gave birth. When I finally passed her gently into his arms she seemed even smaller. Peeta's hands were huge, and yet he was so careful. He cleaned her body and dressed her in warm clothes. I remember him whispering to her some words, that even after so many years makes my eyes water.
He said something like: "I'm your father, and that's your mother. You live in District twelve in a small house up in a meadow. Your name is Willow, because of an old song. You are very loved.”
Everything felt right. That immense fear I was feeling slowly subsided and I felt peace
Suzanne Collins did such a good job of mentioning small things about Peeta that support the picture of him not being the first choice for anything even before the series started. Like mentioning he lost to his brother in wrestling or that his dad always wanted a girl while we know he’s the youngest child. Or being raised in an abusive household, where even if his dad is portrayed to be nice, his dad still enabled his mom hitting him and prioritized the peace of the house over keeping his children safe. And the beautiful part is that for every single instance of Peeta being in a situation where he shouldn’t be prioritized, Katniss sees reason to choose him
- in contrast to his parents Katniss chooses to prioritize Peeta’s safety throughout the books
- Katniss uses Peeta being second to his brother in wrestling as an example of how strong he is when she’s advocating for him to Haymitch.
- while Peeta’s mom thinks Katniss is the one who could be a winner (and even Haymitch ends up picking Katniss), most of the first book is Katniss thinking of all the ways Peeta could be a contender
- when the Quell is announced, Katniss picks Peeta over her own life
- during the Quell,while Peeta is trying to convince her to go back home to her best friend and the family that includes her sister she almost gave up her life for , she still chooses needing Peeta over all that
- Gale, even before everything with Prim and their disagreements during Mockinjay, Katniss’s actual affection and attraction always came back to Peeta instead of the expected route of her friend from the Seam
- the rebellion not wanting to rescue him but Katniss chooses to become the Mockingjay to bring him back
- at the end of Mockingjay, Katniss is depressed and suicidal and at the point where you would think she would choose death over everything, but the one thing that will cause her to choose to live? Peeta.
good morning I’m thinking about Katniss and Peeta trying to get pregnant fifteen years later and not in like a sexy way but in like a really emotional way because we KNOW about the layers upon walls upon bastions of defenses Katniss alone has up about having babies (and I strongly headcanon Peeta, who grew up in an abusive household and at one point thought he was so dangerous to people he cared about he wanted them to kill him, also has many hang ups about bringing a delicate child into their lives) but we also know how much she cares about children and how both she and Peeta considered children a gift they could give the other by death but now they get to literally give that gift to each other by continuing to live and struggle and fight and I’m just imagining how overwhelmed they must be the first time they decide to actively try for a baby like there must have been much tender face caressing and probably a few bouts of shaky laughter and tears and then a little excitement too because “we can do this we’re safe enough in our world and we are safe enough ourselves to do this and I’m so scared and you’re so scared but we have each other and we’re going to love this baby so much and I love you so much” and then I’m sure it becomes very passionate and adoring because METAPHORS and life and gardens and mockingjays and SUCH and so forth
Summary: "To be honest, she woke up almost an hour ago. She probably should have started getting ready for the day. She even wasted her precious hunting time. As the days grow longer, she has to wake up earlier and earlier, trying to beat the sweltering summer heat. By now, the sun was well in the sky and the couple thousand residents of District Twelve were cocooned in their homes, eagerly awaiting the cool breeze of the evening.
Oh well. Another hunt wasted. It didn't really matter. Not anymore. Not when it just felt so good. Lying there. Enveloped in his warmth. The feel of his arms around her. Protecting her."
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Katniss and Peeta spend an entire morning post-war giggling. Snuggling. And yes, kissing.
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