Peeta as that one picture of josh kissing the dog in mockingjay bts ….you know the one

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Peeta as that one picture of josh kissing the dog in mockingjay bts ….you know the one
imagine haymitch casually dropping the most insane lore abt how he used to skinny-dip with katniss's father 😭😭😭
I like to headcanon that in the unlikely event Hayffie ever had a bio kid, the kid would have traits of both Haymitchs brother Sid and Effie’s sister Proserpina, physically and personality wise
Oh, absolutely! It would be bittersweet but at the same time somewhat healing for both Haymitch and Effie. Feeling like their loved ones aren’t really gone. Not truly.
I love the idea that if they had a boy he would be the spitting image of Sid and Haymitch would look at him thinking how odd it is, to watch Sid grow up a second time. And as this kid gets older, more and more glimpses of Proserpina also shows.
Haymitch and Effie know how much Sid and Proserpina would’ve loved their young nephew (or niece), teaching him/her all about stars and fashion. And the kid loves hearing stories about them, like: “Tell me about uncle Sid and auntie Prosie! Something I haven’t heard before!” He or she would be a Trinket-Abernathy, I think. In their honor. 🥹
⋆.˚ ℬ𝒶𝓈𝒽 𝒜𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𓅰˚ .✧
Peeta Mellark x Reader
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡.
Basically hurt/comfort with a katniss insert
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 was a personal attack.
Breakdowns were irregular, for you. The trauma rarely boiled to the point that you were perched on right now— your heart was racing to combust, your eyes wild and unfocused, chest heaving with lagged breaths that were needy gulps of crisp mountain air more than anything.
You stumble out of bed— the man beside you was a heavy sleeper, though you weren’t in the state of mind to consider that, nor where the fingers of your nightstand-clock were pointing. You only saw your own visage in the thin glass covering those thin needles. Your bare feet were damp on the hardwood as you bashed around the house, poison staining your mouth.
Peeta realizing how obsessed with him Katniss was pre games
Thank you anon for the prompt! I was actually working on a different format for this prompt but last night I came across some incredible buzz-cut Peeta fanart by @gremlinddrawss (x)(x) and I wanted to write a haircut one-shot ASAP.
Might release my original idea for this prompt at some point :) Had so much fun working on this though!
Hope you enjoy <3
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The Haircut: Talking Helps
Can you write Peeta giving katniss a bath after a particularly messy day in the woods and she comes home happy but muddy?
This is such a fun little prompt! I had a blast with this one, thank you!
Move Me, Darling
Rating: Soft M
I’m on the porch painting when she comes home with mud from her boots to her forehead, twigs in her hair, and the brightest smile I’ve seen in weeks. When I see a smile like that, I don’t even care if she tracks dirt across every surface in the house.
I should’ve known the overnight storms would make for a muddy visit to the woods for Katniss today, but she insisted she go. Perfect conditions for finding mushrooms, she’d said. She must’ve found them, because her game bag is full, and she looks like the cat that caught the canary as she trudges up the cobblestone to our house.
She stops at the edge of the porch and raises her eyebrows, as if daring me to say something. I set my brush down and give a smile back that matches hers.
“So,” I start, meeting her at the bottom of the first step. “Do I want to know what happened to the rest of the woods?”
“Well, most of it’s in my boots,” she says, plucking a twig from her braid. “And my hair.”
“Successful hunt, or did you roll down a hill for fun this time?” I ask with a smirk.
“Both, actually,” she snorts, rocking back on her heels.
She looks so innocent. Younger, somehow. Like the girl I remember from school.
“Should I get the hose or draw you a bath?” I finally ask.
“Depends,” she grins. “Are you joining me?”
At the lake 🧡
random post-MJ headcanons (my fic lore, Peeniss Edition)
The Victors Village in D1 becomes the it spot for surviving Victors (definitely more than the 7 canon ones but not all of the Victors out themselves again). Rhubae and En move in together in Rhubae's house, Gus and Penny in his house, Cash and Gloss stay in there.
Even Finnick makes a 'winter home' in Pleur's old house for him and his son. (and Johanna always comes in town specifically when he does, rarely otherwise)
Katniss/Peeta technically 'get' a reserved Victor's Home in D1 but they've only ever visited like 3 times. Haymitch always stays with Cashmere (platonically) when he visits, a lot more often.
Cashmere and Gloss visit Katniss/Peeta (and Haymitch) often (were talking every other month) and it only gets more often after Toast Baby #1 hatches.
Haymitch stops drinking, cold-turkey, after Toast Baby #1's announcement. And never picks up the bottle again.
Cashmere both misses being a mother figure AND knows how hard parenting is from watching her mom so she eats those children up.
Gloss, however, is awkward as fuck around the Toast Babies but they never fail to gravitate towards him for whatever reason.
In both lores, Gus and Penny start adopting kids in their late 30s (so like 15+ years after the Rebellion quiets down) bc Penny has some very negative associations with everything from her own genetics, her family history, birth trauma, pregnancy trauma, etc. Gus never once pushes for his 'own' kids and always maintains that any kid they have is theirs regardless.
Temper never has kids of her own. She's a decent auntie for Rhubae in a pinch (when kids finally come into the picture) but, otherwise, it's obvious the kids are just not her thing. She's never mean, obviously, but she'll avoid them if she can.
random post-MJ headcanons (my fic lore, Cato/Clove Edition)
despite techncially 'breaking up' after the Rebeliion, Clove and Hera Ella constantly get back together, break up, rinse, and repeat. It's not toxic necessarily but they spend a good ten+ years trying to figure out if they're actually in love or just codependent from their shared trauma.
Cato and Gemaline have their first and only child, a complete accident, the year after they go to visit her now-redone Arena. Probably not related but the baby absolutely was an unplanned accident. Oops.
Both Clove and Hera Ella, usually separately unless they're back together for a few months, are incredible aunties to the little Catoline baby.
Bc I have Cato as a very black black dude in my fics/lore, Gemaline learns from Hera Ella how to care for black hair (to be fair, she was learning quite a bit through osmosis w/ Cato) while Clove shows her specifically good baby-safe/comfortable hair styles.
Once again, Cashmere is all over this fucking baby which Gemaline, wildly out of her element, despite having helped raise her three sisters w/ her mom, can only appreciate.
The Fannie Baby (Finnick x Annie) and Catoline baby grow up together and it is adorable to say the least.
In this AU, since Katniss/Peeta don't surivive, Haymitch ends up moving in to the D1 Victor's Village basically from the jump and lives in Satine Cullinan's (the oldest D1 Victor dead a few years before the QQ) house lowkey on his own from most of the others. But he visits Cashmere often despite their relationship morphing away from pretend-relationship-fuckery to an older brother/father/drunkle (drunk uncle) thing.
Those old fake flirtations slip out pretty often bc now both of them (Cash and Haymitch) enjoy lowkey tormenting Gloss w/ it despite all three of them knowing it goes nowhere.
In this AU, also since K/P don't survive, he never gets his push to stop drinking completely.