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PEETA MELLARK 74th annual Hunger Games victor and one half of the star crossed lovers from District 12. More importantly a painter and a baker. book & movie canon. indie peeta mellark. var sc_project=9428930; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="21f834e1"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

[mockingjaykatniss2]

[consurget]

            [ “well, not for good——which was the original concern,”                 she snapped, scowling for a moment before the corners                 of her mouth turned up. laughing until the sound becomes                 familiar, she loosens her grip around the folds of his shirt.                 she realized the once dire situation was eased in a matter                 of seconds and pressed her lips against his jaw until                 satisfied the gripping terror had escaped her. lacing her                 fingers with his, she reached for a carrot where he had                 gestured.

                                      “couldn’t sleep?”

                 she asked, nibbling on the vegetable. with the amount of                  times she tossed and turned, her face filled with concern.

                        “you can wake me up, you know.” ]

[integritybeforevictory]

             " can't get rid of me that easy. "

       he mimics her smile, the corners of his lips tugging faintly.        despite their light attitudes, the exhaust proves to have         taken a toll through such a small gesture. his fingers curl        against the threads of her shirt, fanning the fabric closer        to her skin to hold her in place. the pressure of her kiss        expands over his skin, warmth pooling to the area that        received the gentle caress. -- - even now the affection        managed to unhinge any second thoughts.

           " why would i do that? you're only pretty when               you sleep. "

       he snags broccoli, dips it in the spread and plops the        veggie into his mouth. a few chomps later and he knows        he will deserve a smack if he receives one. instead he        grabs another carrot and holds it to her mouth in a peace        offering, despite stifling a smug expression. 

[consurget]

   [she woke with a start, temples pounding as she reached    to her side, desperate for his arms. Coming up empty, panic    formed an irrational inability to breathe. Her toes touched the    cold linoleum and she was rushing down the hall, searching    blind for Peeta. Tears welled in her eyes as a sob escaped    her lips.                    “P e e t a? Oh God, where are you?”    she choked, turning into the kitchen. She caught sight of a    tall shadow through the dim light of the kitchen, and hurried    forward, burying her face in his chest.                              “I thought you left,”    she mumbled, the words barely distinguishable through his shirt.]

[integritybeforevictory]

       he couldn't sleep -- - the nights blended with days.  navy twisting with         lavender come the morning sun. hammocks of plum weighing beneath        his eyes, a sure fire sign that he was depriving himself.    every time he        allowed himself to slip into slumber, nightmares would take him & he'd        wake up worse for wear. it was easier to keep himself occupied, hands        busy and mind finding an escape. it did not stop him from coaxing the        other victor into rest and many nights while he laid awake, katniss was        curled to his side.

       the impact rips him of air and he takes a moment to compose himself,        to shake the startled bones that wanted to react.

      " technically, i did. " he laughs -- -   the smallest hint of sweetness to his          tone. he banters, self depreciates all at the expense of cheering her up.          a palm comes down against the curve of her back & he gestures to the          counter top where he has cut up a snack of vegetables & cheese spread.

      " hungry? cause i don't think my shirt is edible. "

[integritybeforevictory]

offireandrebellion replied to your post:( / makes googly eyes @ u. )

starts with u t bh.

is this how you greet a long lost loved one?

[integritybeforevictory]

( / makes googly eyes @ u. )

( touches the butt. )

[mockingjau]

I had already set something in motion that I had no ability to control.

[gifthg]

[offireandrebellion]

     she doesn’t say anything, or move much beyond blinking eyelids and chest falls with contented breaths. when she does elect to move, it’s only to turn her body towards his beneath the anchor of his arm that rests across her waist. when she’s facing him, she gives enough room to allow storm cloud grey to meet deepening shades of azure and she’s struck speechless for a moment or two, soaking in the warmth of his gaze, something that had seemed near if not completely impossible those handful of years ago. ’ why get up when it’s so warm right here? ‘

[integritybeforevictory]

        she turned and his lips pull at the corners, a gentle smile tries to coax her closer. his hand slides, palm pressing at the dip of her waistline. her hair a nest of loose ends, eyes still heavy with sleep. peeta remains quiet and soaks in the moment, they had fought so hard for so long, it was hard to believe they could afford happiness. “ you worry me when you sleep a lot. ” he admits, but before the moment could linger with sadness he nudges his head closer on the pillow and offers a coy grin. “ i think this master plan of yours has pulled me in. ”

[offireandrebellion]

     a well timed grumble passes gently through just parted lips, hair shrouding a majority of her features, covering the discontent that awakens when he lifts the blankets and cold air eats away at her warmth. that feeling lasts but a moment until he slides in afterwards and she leans back  into the embrace he provides, even if it causes his jest to remain unanswered for a few moments longer, voice still slightly raspy with sleep. ’ that was the plan. ’

[integritybeforevictory]

  it is hard to believe that they are given the opportunity to relax. but nights turned into weeks, rolling into months and years. the genuine memories are forever present in his mind but he has aimed to replace them and it all begins with her. the chestnut hair welcomes him before she can and he almost smiles at her irritation. “ -- you know i came in here with the purpose of getting you out. ”

[integritybeforevictory]

             “ you seriously gonna lay there all day -- - ? ” there is a faint sound of clinkering      as he sets down a plate of biscuits and morning tea. linen embraces his fingertips as      he crawls onto the bed to join her. the side she occupies radiates warmth and peeta      gives into the pull, an arm snaking over her waist to seek her attention. 

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[melaudrama]

Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks.

[offireandrebellion]

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[offireandrebellion]

               breath is hitched as mouth parts from his      own, cheeks tinted a deep rose. her forehead           rests upon his own, noses brushing                    gently as she brings words to fruition               on her lips in a breathless murmur. 

                    ❛ ——— we can’t keep doing this. ❜

[integritybeforevictory]

          the yearning doesn't stop at his finger tips, or his seeking lips. every     bit of her is at his grasp and desire coils in his stomach. their relationship     had never been anything but taboo and yet they walk an even thinner line.

     he parts -- - only because she leads the way. “ you're right -- we can't. ” 

        greedily, peeta responds to her statement with another pressured kiss.         it silences the self doubt and amplifies the reassurance. the baker relished         in their secret lives and too oftenhe watched the clock, hoping for her arrival.         this time, peeta pulls away, but his palm resides at the curve of her neck and         then, he jests -- 

                           “ i never wanna see this face again. ”

[leaveatrail]

[ennobaria-deactivated20180715]

“You’re alive,” I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive.”

[neitherheavenorhell]

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies.                                                         Me.