#post-mj

[cordeliadelamare]

idk guys I like the sound of Peeta Everdeen more than Katniss Mellark

[imasradiantasthesun]

You have me picturing Peeta throwing an ice cream cone now

he would hand the ice cream to katniss, only to get so worked up that he would take it from her hands and throw it without thinking. it has happened multiple times and they still keep having this problem. katniss rocks up to haymitch’s house, arms covered in melted vanilla ice cream, like “can you PLEASE contain this b- no, haymitch, he is not having a flashback, everything’s fine. but he THREW my ice cream and i got COVERED in it. the ingredients for the bakery are on back order, peeta’s leg has been bothering him, and apparently president paylor has made some decision he disagrees with again. things have been building up and he THREW my hard-earned ICE CREAM!! i just want some peace and quiet and ice cream, PLEASE just talk some sense into him”

[in reference to my tags on this post]

[creamytinydays]

Vertigo

A little Everlark drabble. Enjoy ~ 🌿

Our bed has always been too big, the expanse of sheets covering more space than two former Victors would ever need. Katniss sleeps soundly, unaware of the soft morning light spilling through the curtains. A breeze dances through the window, kissing her cheek, and cooling the sweat on my skin. I brush my fingers against her hair, finding a strand and twirling –

-twirling, like the first time the world saw Katniss the way I do, sparkling and laughing and twirling around onstage, like a beautiful creature made of hope and fire. I’d never seen her so beautiful, with her mysterious smile and elaborate braids. I was determined to see that smile again –

-smiling at Cato even while she’s cornered in a tree, and when she taunts the Careers, I polish my knife and suppress a laugh. But I should’ve known there’s no real laughter for tributes, because at the first sting of the tracker jacker, my head starts spinning -

-spinning, like when we danced together in a room full of Capitolites, holding each other close, as if we could shield each other from prying eyes. That wasn’t the first time we protected each other, and it wouldn’t be the last –

-the last time I was on this stage I was a Victor. Caesar nods at me encouragingly, but he has no idea that I’ve woven a lie larger than any of Finnick’s nets. I lovingly recount my marriage ceremony, and I almost believe it myself; when the crowd starts to shout, I know this one is going to tug on their heartstrings -

-tugging, like when we first kissed (no, not the half-dead kiss in the cave, but the beach, the real kiss) when she tugged on my lower lip, drawing it against her teeth, and I wondered if I was ever going to be this happy again, my whole world shaking -

-shaking, I was always shaking, wrists chafing under metal handcuffs, forehead against the wall in a desperate attempt to hold on to anything to keep from breaking away into nothing, or a dark world of madness –

-madness, it’s madness that our hearts still beat, and madness when she lazily turns and peeks at me under dark lashes, smiling when she sees me.

Maybe there’s something wrong with me. The past chases me like a mutt, biting at my heels, stealing my attention so precious minutes tick away before I regain my footing in reality, and I realize that I’ve been staring at her but not seeing.

I concentrate on the way she reaches for me. She’s warm and relaxed like a sleepy kitten, and I gather her close, her head tucked under my chin. I breathe a sigh.

I hold onto Katniss and this moment with both hands, so that nothing can steal it away.

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

My favorite “underrated” Everlark moment is when Katniss calls Peeta on the phone? 

For a moment Katniss gets to be a girl who misses the boy she has feelings for, and does something silly just to talk to him. To hear his voice and know he is alright. And that is SUCH a lovely thing to me, especially in the midst of everything they are being put through. It is beautiful and affordable to me. 

Personally I like to think once they get back to being with one another after the Rebellion there are plenty of moments like this Katniss and Peeta get/allow themselves to have. Peeta taking Katniss on a date, her calling him at work or stopping by to have lunch with him. Going on picnics together or listening to music and maybe even trying to dance while they are alone if Peeta’s leg can handle it (put that in the list of ‘everlark things I need to write’). 

Just. These two deserve all the soft, gentle affections and enjoyment they get from being with one another. 

[jlalafics]

Everlark, post MJ the first time one of them gets hurt

“Call her.”

“No.”

Peeta looks me over anxiously before reaching for the receiver of the phone next to our couch.

“She’s going to ask questions,” I grumble.

Peeta goes scarlet, sitting next to me. “Tell her it was my fault.”

“Yeah, that’s probably not going to help any.” Hesitantly, I dial Mom’s number in District 4 and she answers after a single ring. “Hi Mom!”

My overly cheerful voice catches her attention immediately. “What happened?”

“I…I have an…injury.”

“Where?” she asks.

Looking down at the ice pack on my crotch, I glare at Peeta and start to explain.

Send me a ship name and a prompt and I will write you a 100-word fic :)

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

Imagine: Katniss and Peeta having to part for a handful of days while Peeta goes to meet his doctor in person in the Capirol. Katniss can’t come, and it is one of the stricter requirements of his treatment to be evaluated at least once a year by his doctor in person. 

They say a tear filled goodbye as he broads the train and Katniss hangs onto him just a little bit longer than she should because while she knows he is safe, he’ll be meeting up with Effie and her husband and family, she still doesn’t like her boy with the bread where she can’t protect him. It bothers her. 

Katniss sleeps with his apron and pillow. Just to have his smell and pretend he is there with her. 

Peeta tries to keep in mind what Katniss would do when he gets nervous and scared because the Capitol brings back so much. He wishes he had her kind bravery, or her with him now to show him how. 

She gets enough sleep to function, is able to hunt and bathe and live. Peeta gets his appointments over with, passes with flying colors. 

When he comes home they spend a day wrapped around one another in beds, just reacquainting themselves with one anothers voice, their hands and touch and presence. Cause even three or four days seems too long for them now. But their time reuniting is throughly worth the separation. 

[porchwood]

Strength by InsideOutNBackwards

[archervale]

*throws Hayffie art at you and runs* 

Drawing these two makes me happy, especially when I draw stupid fluff :) :)

I haven’t colored this way in a while, need to do that more often