Roses and Pearls by HalfHope (thesweetnessofspring)
Description: Peeta Mellark is the sole victor of the Quarter Quell. With District 12 nothing but ash, he rebuilds his life by moving to the Capitol and falling in love with Rosalia Snow, granddaughter to Coriolanus Snow.
Then people Peeta thought long dead kidnap him and Rosalia, including the one person he hates more than anyone: Katniss Everdeen. They say he's been hijacked. They say that he used to love her. Locked away in District 13, Peeta is determined to protect his mind and his fiancée from the rebels. But while imprisoned, videos disprove his memories and his feelings toward Katniss grow confusing. Who can he trust, and what really happened in his past?
Thank you @louezem for being my beta for this smutty chapter.
Chapter One | Chapter Twenty-Five
Katniss tugs my head to meet hers in another kiss, a seal of a promise to take down the Capitol. I’m more aware than ever of the cameras here in my old house in Victors Village recording us, of the creative team and Gale watching us. That everything I just shared about Rosalia will no longer be private. This moment on camera will never be ours, even if it feels as authentic as it can be. We’re giving this piece of us to the rebellion, hopefully correcting whatever damage I’ve done in the past six years.
“Good place to wrap,” Cressida says when we’ve pulled away and Katniss has her head under my chin. “We’re going to change tones now, go for a more domestic look into you two.”
And the vision for this propo becomes clear when supplies come out of their packs for dinner. We’re given fresh vegetables, dried plums and even lamb. And of course, flour and yeast. All of this very costly for the rebellion, especially after the bombings. Cressida describes how she wants us cooking together, encouraging touches and kisses and jokes. My hand on Katniss’s hip, her brushing flour off my cheek (that had been put on there purposefully). While the whole crew and Gale eat the stew, it’s only Katniss and I in the shot, holding hands even as we eat.
Afterwards, Cressida puts us back on the couch with the afternoon sun directly slanting into the room. This time Katniss is snuggled into my side, her feet tucked underneath her.
“What is it that you hope for in your future together?” Cressida asks.