#petta mellark

[desipotterhead18]

OFFICIALLY ENTERED INTO HUNGER GAMES FANDOM💥💃

can't wait to reblog all memes , fanarts , and character studies omg , let's begin!!!!

and ofc rec me nice EVERLARK FANFICS ( need it to heal from the aftereffect of epilogue)

[coveredinratz]

Petta Mellark; Sick comfort

Word Count: 901 words

Summary: You're sick and Peeta is there to take care of you

This is an incredibly self-indulgent peice, I'm sick rn and need some Peeta comfort. Its also been a hot minute since I've written something (and finished it) so spare me.

◦When Peeta found you, you were tucked deeply into your bed with the blankets pulled to your ears. Peeta immediately knew you were not okay. He could tell by the flush on your face and the sheen of sweat on your forehead. 

◦He kissed your forehead with the promise of returning back soon. You whined but didn't have the strength to protest. So you simply laid in your bed, trying to get as much rest as one could get with the flu and congestion that made it hard to think. 

◦Peeta had mapped out the quickest route from the Everdeen Apothecary to grab some medicine for you,  then down to the Hob. He wasn't a frequent flier at District 12's black market. But he figured you'd want something warm for your empty stomach, and finally made a short stop to his family's bakery to snag some bread to go along with the questionable soup the Greasy Sae had been selling that day.

◦When Peeta returned, he found you asleep. He put the things he had gathered down quietly, and made his way towards your bed. He knelt down, and just like before, he brought his hand to your forehead. He knew there was no way your temperature had gone down in between the time he left and came back. 

◦He watched you as you slept for a moment, letting you get as much peace as you could before he had to painfully wake you up. He brushed his hand across your face, his thumb rubbing and caressing your cheek. He knew this wasn't enough to wake you from your sick-induced slumber. But he hoped he wouldn't have to force you awake. 

◦But alas, you were far too sleep-deprived and finally fell asleep so there was no chance that gentle touches were going to wake you up. Peeta sighed, taking the hand that was on your face to your shoulder, gently rocking you awake while calling your name sweetly. 

◦At first it did nothing, but soon after a couple more shackles you finally started to stir awake. At first, you shook your head, refusing to let the ebbs of sleep fade away. But then you heard a sweet voice calling your name. A thumb brushes across your face. 

◦When you opened your eyes you were greeted with a soft smile and gentle touches to your heated skin. “I got you some things,” Peeta said faintly. You grumbled an inaudible Thank you.

◦Peeta coaxed you out of your cocoon of blankets. With you upright, he fed you the medicine and water which you didn't refuse. He gently brought the cup to your lips, at first you did nothing, but once you felt the cool liquid against your lips, you drank it all. 

◦Peeta chuckled, brushing away the drops of water that spilled from the corners of your mouth. 

◦”M’ sorry,” you mumbeled out, your voice was naisley and sounded funny. Peeta looked at yo usympatheticly. 

◦”Why are you sorry?” He asked, taking your hand in his. 

◦”Fr being like this,” you whined. You didn't get sick often, thankfully. Living in the Seam you had developed quite a resilient immune system. But when you did get sick, it tended to knock you on your ass. Itd only last for a couple days, but in those couple of days you were bed ridden, head pounding and body aching. 

◦”You dont need to apologize,” Peeta said sympatheticly. You had been together for a while, so he knew that anytime you felt less than normal, you felt horrible. Felt weak. You shouldnt have to have other people take care of you. But no matter how many times you feel this way, Peeta will always be there, with his warm hands to comfort you. 

◦You just nodded. Feeling to out of it to say anymore. Peeta took a deep breath, ready to take your mind off of being sick and taking care of you. “I also got you some food, if your hungry?” 

◦You suddenly realised how hungry you were. The whole body throbbing and head pounding distracted you from the fact you hadnt eaten since mid-day yesterday. You nodded, “Yes. Food please.” 

◦At that peeta put a bowl of Greasy Sae’s soup and bread from the bakery. He tried to keep you from wolfing it down almost immediately. With the food and medicin in your system you started to feel better. The fog in your head started to lift and you body seemed to relax. 

◦Peeta was laying in the bed with you, your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around your body. With food and medicin in your stomach, you actually felt present, not somewhere distant. 

◦”Thank you,” you said into Peeta’s chest.

◦”For?” he asked, his hand tracking up and down your side. 

◦”Takeing care of me,” You answered, “For always taking care of me.” You thought about the times where you felt lost and unsure of how you were going to be able to continue living in the Seam. Life was hard, but Peeta always seemed to be there and help you find your way. 

◦You lifted your head up, propping your chin on his chest, looking over his face. He still looked like the same bakery boy youd met one wintery day. But he was older, obviously, but he grew out of his pudgie cheeks and short body. 

◦”Of course,” Peeta shifted, propping his other arm underneath his head. He was looking all over your face. Remembering the little girl in the Seam, shivering because the cold had weaseled its way into your bones. How he brought you inside, half frozena nd sat you next to the oven which they were baking bread in. 

◦He brought the hand he had tracing along your side to push a stray strand of hair from your face. “Always,” he said softly.

Thank you for reading! Maybe these short drabbles will get the creative juices flowing so feel free to request something. I CANNOT promise ill write it. Or if I do, finish it. But maybe it'll help me get out of this writing funk I'm in.

[thegirlfromoverthepond]

Lockdown.

She sees him, at his windows, just on the other side of the street.

She craves to run down, to just go to his house, open his door, to take him in her arms.

She misses his smell. She was never able to find what he uses as a shower gel.

She misses his arms. Hers are too small to wrap around herself.

She misses his laughs. They do not sound the same on the phone.

She misses his fingers. Mostly when they ghost over her skin.

She misses his lips. He’s such a good kisser.

She misses him.

He’s faraway.

So close.

Twenty meters.

Or an ocean away.

One day, when it’s safe, safer than today, they will run down the stairs, until they’ve reached each other’s arms.

One day, when it’s safe, they will kiss until they can’t breathe anymore, then kiss again.

One day, the lockdown will be lifted, the streets of Paris will be full again.

One day.

Not today.

[hathorneheiress]

Ok. Which one do you like better?

Petta Mellark

Finnick Ordair

Voting ended onNov 9, 2023

From what I have seen, these are the most loved main tributes from The Hunger Games, so I thought I would put it to a vote.

Who will win?

[tratandodeencontrarte]

[acoolnight]

Seneca Lane?

Okay so I am on my way to the store and I pass a street named Seneca Lane and I am obsessed with the hunger games so Seneca Crane(if that's how you spell it) popped into my head. I found it so cool.

[alysonsedes69-blog]

Una Pequeña Parte De Mi Paraíso..

[puzzlepiece-mp3]

Cuando estés en la arena… simplemente recuerda quién es el enemigo.

Haymitch. (The Hunger Games)