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JOSH HUTCHERSON as PEETA MELLARK The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013)

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Steadfast Sanctuary - Peeta Mellark x Female Reader 

Summary: You have a nightmare and Peeta is there to help you through it

Words: 1.8k

Y/N’s POV

The arena unfurls before me like a macabre canvas, a haunting tapestry of memories etched in pain and survival. The 75th Hunger Games, that unforgiving stage that nearly claimed my existence, manifests once again in vivid hues. My fingers tighten around a makeshift blade, a crude and desperate attempt at defence, carved from a jagged shard of metal.

Cannons echo in the distance, a grim symphony marking the fate of those who dared to seize resources from the cornucopia. Each reverberation pounds against my chest, the rhythmic thud of a heart burdened with the imminent spectre of doom. I falter at the edge of a stagnant pond, its waters a murky mirror reflecting the desolation that surrounds me. The feeble rays of light filtering through the canopy paint a sickly sheen upon its surface.

In an eerie dance, the water coils and rises, a grotesque ballet choreographed by unseen forces. Twisting tendrils form macabre visages, grotesque echoes of fallen tributes—faces contorted in anguish and despair. Their silent screams pierce the air, an icy grip seizing my veins with terror. Desperation propels me to turn away, to flee this haunting spectacle, yet my feet betray me, ensnared in the nightmare's merciless hold.

From the depths emerges a spectral hand, skeletal and ethereal, reaching out with phantom fingers extended—an invitation or a warning, I cannot discern. Its silent plea beckons, a macabre summons to join the chorus of the departed. Horror seizes my senses, a scream clawing its way from the depths of my throat, a cacophony echoing through the desolate terrain.

Abruptly, I’m torn from the clutches of that harrowing vision, gasping for air, drenched in cold sweat. Reality feels tenuous, a delicate thread woven between the tendrils of the dream and the anchor of the present. Peeta's voice pierces through the fog, a distant lighthouse guiding me back to the shores of wakefulness. Struggling against the dream's residue, I attempt to tether myself to the present, to sever the haunting tendrils that cling mercilessly to my senses.

“Hey, it’s alright. You’re safe,” Peeta’s voice, a soothing melody, washes over me. His touch is gentle as he brushes strands of hair from my forehead, a gesture both comforting and grounding. I struggle to anchor myself in the present, to shake off the lingering tendrils to that haunting dreams. 

My fingers instinctively seek purchase, clutching at Peeta’s arm as if its the sole lifeline tethering me to reality. His presence is a steadfast anchor amidst the storm of lingering terror. With each word, his voice seems to carve a path through the fog, gradually guiding me away from the haunting remnants of the dreadful dream. 

Peeta responds to my struggle with unwavering patience, coaxing me gently to sit upright. The coolness of the room contrasts sharply with the lingering hear of the nightmare, but his touch is a comforting warmth against my skin. His steady guidance helps regulate my breathing, his had a reassuring weight on my back, rising and falling in rhythm with erratic gasps for air. 

As I attempt to wrestle free from the tendrils of fear that cow around my consciousness, Peeta’s calm presence remains a beacon of solace. His gaze, a soft azure amidst the shadows, holds a silent promise of safety and understanding. 

“Hey, baby, focus on your breath,” He murmurs, his voice a soothing whisper against the chaos in my mind. His hand rests over mine, guiding it gently to his chest, urging me to feel the steady thud of his heart. I press my palm against the comforting rhythm, seeking refuge in the tangible assurance of his existence, a living testament to the present. 

In synchrony with his heartbeat, I attempt to steady my own tumultuous rhythm, finding solace in the simple act of feeling his pulse beneath my palm. Peeta's unwavering presence and the reassuring cadence of his heart serve as a lifeline, gently guiding me back to the calm shores of wakefulness.

Peeta makes a move to rise, perhaps intending to give me space or fetch something to soothe the residual tremors of the nightmare, but a sudden surge of panic grips me. Instinctively, I tug at his arm, a silent plea not to leave my side. He hesitates, his eyes reflecting concern and empathy, before heading my unspoken request. 

As Peeta hesitates in response to my unspoken plea, I feel a surge of panic, a silent but urgent need for him to stay. His eyes, pools of concern and empathy, seem to comprehend he unspoken turmoil within me. Without a word, his decision is made. With a tender understanding, Peeta shuffles closer, his movements deliberate yet gentle, as though he’s afraid I might break. He eases into the bed beside me, our bodies naturally gravitating towards each other. There’s a subtle, unspoken language in the way we fit together, an effortless dance of limbs finding their perfect place.

As he envelops me in his embrace, I'm cocooned in a warmth that transcends the physical. His arms, a fortress of safety, draw me closer, and I instinctively respond, seeking solace in the proximity of his comforting presence. The faint scent of freshly baked bread still lingers on his skin, a familiar fragrance that intertwines with the essence of safety and home. His breath, a gentle rhythm against my hair, mirrors the steadiness of his heartbeat, both a symphony of reassurance.

In this shared intimacy, I'm reminded of the depth of emotions I harbour for Peeta. The way his mere presence can quell the tempest raging within me reignites a myriad of feelings—gratitude, affection, and a love that had never truly faded, only lay dormant beneath the surface. As we squeeze closer together, his closeness sparks a familiar warmth within me, reigniting a flame that had never truly extinguished. The subtle brush of his skin against mine, the synchronised rise and fall of our breaths, kindles a fire of emotion—a reminder of the bond we share, resilient in the face of trials and nightmares.

Peeta's face, bathed in the soft glow of the room, holds an ethereal quality, a blend of concern and tender reassurance. Without conscious thought, I find myself gently pulling back, yearning to see the familiar contours of his features—the sincerity in his eyes and that gentle curve of his lips. 

As I meet his gaze, his eyes, a reflection of concern and unwavering support, seem to hold an unspoken understanding. There's a magnetic pull drawing me to him, an inexplicable need to bridge the gap between us, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. 

My hand rises, guided by an instinct I can't fully comprehend, and caresses the softness of his cheek. His skin is warm beneath my fingertips, a canvas that has weathered its own storms, yet bears a resilience that captivates me. The gentle brush of my thumb over his bottom lip elicits a hitch in his breath, a subtle reaction that sends a shiver through me, awakening a stirring within. Something stirs deep within my chest at the vulnerable tenderness reflected in his eyes. His breath, caught in a moment of anticipation, hangs between us, charged with unspoken emotions. The way his gaze softens, the way his breath hitches at my touch—it's as if the connection between us hums with an unspoken language, a dance of emotions that transcends words.

In the delicate interlude between us, a silent understanding blossoms, an unspoken dialogue that resonates deeper than words could convey. The air crackles with anticipation, a palpable tension that hangs between our shared gaze and the tender brush of my thumb against his lips. 

Without warning, Peeta leans in, a gentle yet decisive movement that bridges the last remaining space between us. His lips meet mine in a soft, tender kiss—a gesture brimming with a depth of emotion that transcends the physical realm. It’s a caress, a whisper of reassurance, and an affirmation of something profound that stirs between us. The touch of his lips against mine is a gentle awakening, a surge of emotions that floods my senses. His kiss feels like a delicate embrace, a promise of unwavering support and affection. It's a tender affirmation that I am something valuable, something to be cherished and loved, sparking a warmth that radiates from the depths of my being. 

His hands find their place with a tender certainty, one cradling the curve of my cheek with a tenderness that belies the rough calluses and strength beneath. The other settles at the small of my back, a grounding touch that speaks volumes of protection and stability. Despite the softness of his touch, there's a subtle roughness to his hands, a testament to the hardships endured—a reminder of his resilience and determination. 

As our kiss lingers, the warmth of his touch and the gentle pressure of his lips convey a myriad of unspoken sentiments. It's an embrace of shared solace, an unspoken promise of standing together amidst the turmoil. In this intimate connection, I feel not just desired but truly seen—a profound validation that ignites a longing for more, a yearning to deepen this unspoken bond that seems to resonate within every fibre of our beings. \

As our kiss softens into a tender embrace, Peeta draws me closer, enveloping me in the warmth of his arms. I lean into the comforting stronghold of his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my cheek—a rhythmic reassurance that anchors me in the present moment.

He presses a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead, a gentle caress that speeds volumes of his unwavering care and affection. It's a silent vow etched in that tender gesture—a promise of steadfast support and enduring presence in the face of whatever challenges lie ahead. With a whisper barely audible, he reassures me, "I'll always be here, for you." His words carry the weight of a solemn pledge, resonating with a depth of sincerity that brings solace to the uncertainties that once lingered. 

In the cocoon of his embrace, I find a sanctuary, a haven where vulnerabilities are embraced and fears are gently soothed. The reassurance in his words echoes a profound truth—a comforting reminder that amidst the chaos of our world, I have found a sanctuary in his unwavering presence, a safe harbour in the tempest.

Peeta's promise lingers in the air, a beacon of unwavering support that alleviates the shadows of doubt. In this tender moment, wrapped in the shelter of his arms, I feel a renewed sense of strength and an unspoken resolve to face whatever trials await—knowing that his steadfast devotion will always be a guiding light through the darkest of times.

The Hunger Games Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

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In my upcoming project The Huntress and the Beast, Prim was never reaped and Peeta became the sole victor of the 74th Games, earning the nickname "the Beast." Ostracized by society after a horrifying incident at the end of the war solidified his nickname, Peeta retreats to live on the mountainside alone. Years later, Katniss takes a position to live with Peeta and eat dinner with him each night for one year, partly to make up for the bread that saved her family and partly to escape Gale's marriage proposal. Each chapter is one month of this year, as Everlark grow together and build a home.

Or, an Everlark "Beauty and the Beast" retelling.

Leading up to the release of the first chapter, I'm going to be posting a snippet each Wednesday, one for each month of the year. Today's snippet is from the Chapter Two: January/February. The first chapter will be released on January 1, 2025. See other released snippets here.

Read the snippet below:

While he sleeps, I explore around a little more inside. It starts innocently enough by trying to get a better lay of the kitchen and turns into perusing a bookshelf. Cookbooks and baking, books on house repairs, huge glossy pages of artwork. Then a plain black one with a soft leather cover that holds no title. Curious, I open the book and see four dead people staring back at me. Peeta’s parents, his brothers, and Peeta when he was about five or so. I turn the pages and see a few more of his family. His parents’ wedding picture, a trio of blond babies, and every few years all five posed and staring back at me like ghosts. His oldest brother’s wedding photo. The first person to join the album that isn’t a Mellark is the late Haymitch Abernathy. In the picture, Haymitch embraces Peeta after he’d won the Games. The first person who is still alive, as far as I know, is the escort, Effie. She holds her arms around a polished-up Peeta, smiling with all of her teeth. A photo of the now-dead stylists for District 12 posed together, looking solemn and knowing. Pictures from what looks to be a Capitol party with bright colors and piles and piles of food, but I know all of these faces as other Victors and most are dead. Finnick Odair, part of the squad that violently killed innocent civilians and burned to death himself. Cashmere and Gloss, a pair of siblings from One, killed by the rebels under suspicion of spying for the Capitol. In one shocking photo, Johanna Mason flashes her breasts at the camera while Peeta’s head tilts back in laughter. My cheeks burn and I wonder why Johanna Mason isn’t here to keep Peeta company if that’s the type of relationship they have. She did survive the war. About half of the album is blank and none of it includes pictures during or after the war. Not a single picture of Peeta as he is now: long-haired and with ribboned pink and red scars where his beard should be. I doubt any happy images of him as he looks now exist. After the war, coverage of him had always had him looking in constant distress and disbelief and only Haymitch Abernathy had stood by him then. Anyone else who might have was dead.

The Huntress and the Beast comes out January 1, 2025

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Fluffy married life with peeta? 🥺

SWEET LIKE SUGAR!

pairing: peeta mellark x fem!wifereader

warnings: fluffy af, kisses n hugs - blurbbbb

summary: peeta teaches you how to bake since you’re nowhere near as good as you thought, not that you’d admit it.

a/n: SOMEONE FINALLY RQ FLUFF I LOVE U ANON MWAH

“make sure to wear mitts when you take the other cake out sweetheart.” peeta shouted from down the hallway as you dumped chocolate chips in your mouth, they were out in the open, and as you liked to say-

“if it’s out in the open it’s fair game!”

“y/n that was baby food.”

peeta ran back to the kitchen after freshening up to which you raised an eyebrow, “you can walk yknow, it’s what the normal people of this world do babe.” peeta fake laughed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, “i know that, but i can’t leave you alone for too long, especially in the kitchen.” the last part of his sentence came out muffled, which definitely peaked your interest, “care to repeat that last part mr y/l/n?”

“y/l/n? am i the woman of the relationship now?” he joked as he bent down to check on the cakes. “well only one of us bakes for a hobby.” peeta feigned shock, clutching his chest. “well one of us has to be able to cook, otherwise we’d starve.” your eyebrows furrowed, “i can cook and bake.”

“anyone can!” peeta smiled as he kissed your temple, but as he turned away his reflection showed him holding in his laughter. “what’s so funny? i can cook! i can do anything!”

ding!

the cake was done and as you slipped on your mitts and side eyed your husband as you took it out. “see? it looks phenomenal, it raised well too!” peeta actually looked impressed, “it looks great y/n/n.”

the two of you clinked your forks as you each took a bite, before promptly spitting it out into the sink and grabbing the detachable water hose.

as peeta checked the cupboards, his eyes landed on a glass jar, with bold writing on the front.

SUGAR

his head whipped to the kitchen island, an identical jar came into view labelled,

SALT

as he laughed and you hid your face inside your hands he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you.

“well even if the cake isn’t sweet, at least you are.

sweet like sugar.”

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Peeta. . .

(What’s underneath the steam 🥵)

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Who else is jealous of Katniss right now 🔥

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Lionsgate posted this on their insta and they have Gale at the end of it 👀😂 and read the caption 👀👀

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KATNISS EVERDEEN & PEETA MELLARK The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2 (2015)

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it’s so crazy to me that neither katniss nor peeta (and not even haymitch for that matter) were in district 12 to do damage control after peeta dropped the baby bomb. like the chances of people believing it weren’t zero surely??

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more peeta

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I always loved this scene

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013)

dir. Francis Lawrence

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Never have I ever everlark on the Zombie apocalypse 🧟🤭

Okay go with me on this one, because it's a little bat shit and out there and full of pseudo science and cheesy deux ex machina but here we go...

Extreme canon divergence.

Still with me? *cracks knuckles and gets to work*

Okay, so we know that tracker jackers are hive-minded. They somehow communicate and track their prey as a hive. We know this because Katniss hopes she can saw through the branch before the ones that sting her tell the rest of the hive about her. Not that it matters once she drops the nest on the Careers and Peeta but I digress. There's also the moment right before the fabled sewer kiss, when Peeta tells her something like "Leave me. Before I turn mutt like them," (paraphrasing) in reference to the lizard mutts... which opens the door to my concept.

What if Peeta wasn't talking in generalities but literally means that his mind is somehow tied to the mutts in the sewer? So, we diverge before that.

Hijacking has never been done successfully before, so the progress on Peeta Mellark's conditioning is carefully tracked and followed. An entire team of scientists working on the project. One ambitious scientist notices that in playing around with genetic alterations along with the fear conditioning, they've managed to alter Peeta's brain chemistry. He quietly takes his findings to another part of the lab and tries to recreate and expand upon this interesting muttation. He uses brain eating amoeba to deliver the new gene sequencing. This is how our zombies are formed in this au. Hive minded, engineered to be weapons that murder with their bare hands and can, with enough bites on their victim, transfer the contagion, creating more zombies.

Of course, at some point, several of the experiments break containment and chaos reigns in the Capitol. Snow escapes with his granddaughter and absconds to his bunker somewhere in District Two. A few of the guards at the prison have the brilliant idea of using the three victors they're in charge of as bait so they can escape the descending horde of brain eating muttations. It backfires. Johanna goes axe murderer supreme on the guards and on the zombies. Annie is mid meltdown and Peeta is dazed and confused, until one of them goes after Annie. He manages to protect her long enough for her to escape and protect him in return, and the three of them make a run for it.

On the other side of Panem, deep inside District 13, Katniss and Finnick watch the horror unfold onscreen as the Capitol tears itself apart in panic. Coin is, of course thrilled. They just have to contain the threat inside the Capitol and let the city burn itself to the ground. Of course, you can bet your boots that Katniss and Finnick aren't going to sit there and wait to find out if their loved ones have survived. They manage a poorly planned escape on a hovercraft and somehow have way too many allies for what is supposed to be a stealth mission.

The story would follow the two separate groups as one flees for their lives and the other barrels into danger, searching for Annie and Peeta. Half hijacked and confused, Peeta starts to mistake what happened with him and Annie during the escape means something. She's trying to keep him at arms length, but everything looks so bleak where they are, it becomes difficult not to lean on him.

Eventually, of course, the Katniss et al group discovers just how out of their depth they are with these things when they lose one of the Leeg twins, and Boggs... Right before the escaped victors stumble across them and manage to get them out of danger... temporarily.

Finnick and Annie have their joyful reunion. Peeta's confused by what's going on here. Katniss flings herself at him, and is coldly rebuffed. Oh wait you thought this was a happy ending? Mwahahahahaha. Your mistake.

So now the group needs to get out of the Capitol, and their hovercraft is too damaged to fly them out (obviously because that's how this genre works, duh), which means they have to make it past the zombies and through Coin's perimeters. Oh and she's not letting ANYONE out of the Capitol, even if they're not infected.

At some point, hijacked Peeta will come out to play. At another point, Finnick will be bitten as he heroically saves Katniss and the rest of the group. I haven't decided yet Katniss mercy kills him ala Nightlock Nightlock Nightlock, or if he manages to survive but now the group shifts it's focus from "Get the hell out of this city" to figuring out a cure. There would absolutely be some version of the unhijacking/Everlark sewer kiss with Peeta insisting that Katniss kill him. And just for funsies, they discover that Peeta somehow has a vaguely sympathetic link to the zombie horde, which is both an asset and dangerous af to their group.

How would I end this monstrosity? Option A: it conveniently turns out the brain eating amoeba thing means the zombies die within a certain window so Coin's containment thing actually works. This presents a problem when forming a new government because what she did saved a lot of people... but it also left a whole lot of people dead. Vaguely sinister ending as Katniss and company consider the ramifications of Coin in power. Option B: Cliffhanger ending when it seems like all hope is lost because Snow isn't dead and why not. idk this genre is clearly not my forte okay????

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Never Have I Ever

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We don’t talk enough about how it’s canon that Peeta spends a lot of time staring at Katniss. Post war Katniss is probably wondering about his feelings meanwhile Haymitch can’t stand the constant 👀 going on.

The toast babies probably: dad’s intensely staring at mom again

no because i feel we’ve spoken about katniss staring at him (like his eyelashes, and his hands while he works) but he is definitely as down bad as she is. when she sees all of his paintings in catching fire she tells us that she’s everywhere in them... he literally has her face ingrained in his memory.

a lot of the time she’s pretty oblivious, especially early on when they’re both sort of pining after the other but haven’t yet made that leap from friends to something more. When they begin their relationship she’s more aware of it but it makes her pretty shy and defensive at first - he’ll be staring at her when she’s concentrating on something like restringing her bow, or watching her when she wakes up in the morning after a long night together and she’ll snap at him to ask what he’s staring at (she thinks it’s because her hair looks like a birds nest in the latter situation)((and she hates being laughed at)). sometimes they both end up in fits of laughter because he gets caught staring and then they both get caught in a loop of “what?” “what?” “what?”

going back to the painting thing, after they grow back together he probably has sketchbook upon sketchbook just filled with doodles and drawings of her. she doesn’t need to model for him, he knows her like the back of his hand. since he had his memories scrambled by the hijacking, i think it would be important for him to commit his new memories to a physical medium like drawings or photographs (i headcanon that they have a camera for that reason, losing his memories again becomes one of his biggest fears for obvious reasons). she understands his need to do that and so she doesn’t get annoyed when he stares at her while she lounges on the couch because she knows he’s probably just memorising it to sketch later.

it’s not even just the staring either, there’s a lot of stolen glances and wordless communication done only with their eyes. when they’re cooking together or on a walk out to the meadow, he’s always giving a quick look over and a smile at her. when they’re out in a social setting all that’s needed is one glance to communicate that it’s time to go, or when something ridiculous happens they give each other a look and they just know they’re going to laugh about it later that night (please do not do anything embarrassing infront of everlark they will be in bed flaming you and creasing with laughter at your expense. they’re mean as FAWK).

and of course i love the idea of haymitch just being like “blerghhhh can you guys please get a room”. they probably put him through the wringer in those early years and test his stomach strength with their ickiness. their children too learn the hard way that mom and dad are obsessed with each other, or maybe they don’t even notice because they’re so used to it and they think other people are weird.

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Never have I ever everlark on the prairie

Sooooo I’m just gonna summarize this one because in just a few minutes of thinking about it I came up with intricate backstories and am just… nope. I do not need another WIP, especially not an historical AU where I’d fall down a deep rabbit hole of Research! 🧐 lmao I’ll probably wind up saving this in a doc and thinking about it too much anyway

Thanks for the ask, Anon.

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Never Have I Ever

Peeta married young, to the pretty girl on a neighboring farm in Ohio. They had twin daughters and a few happy years of marriage before a string of bad winters and failed crops end with his leg permanently injured, and his wife being pregnant and ill. She and their third child both die during childbirth. Devastated and financially strapped, Peeta packs up his girls and moves out west, to a small mining town where he’s one of the few farmers. He grows wheat and also does work as a blacksmith for his neighbors because the town blacksmith is usually overwhelmed working for the mines. That way, Peeta’s not solely dependent on crops for income.

Katniss the daughter of a Tejano miner and a Boston girl who fell in love with him while she was in Texas with her father for a year. They eloped to the more northern prairies and raised two daughters nearly to adulthood before he died in the mines. Katniss’s mother never officially went to medical school, but she works as a midwife and doctor, and everyone in town calls her Doctor. In an attempt to heal the breach caused when Mrs E eloped, her family back east offers to help put both girls through school, and Katniss returns west after graduating to become the school teacher.

Katniss meets Peeta when her stagecoach breaks down on the road along the boarder of his farm. He fixes it, and offers food to the travelers, which Katniss finds endearing since he looks like he could use a couple dollars extra, a bath, a shave, and a new shirt. She’s already curious about the kind farmer she met when she sees him again a few days later, dropping his twin daughters off for school before he heads into town for supplies.

She’s smitten within weeks but tries not to show it because she doesn’t want to have a reputation. What would the parents of her students think if she started shamelessly flirting and throwing herself at Peeta Mellark?

Peeta’s daughters suspect their Papa might be sweet on their teacher when he keeps getting tongue tied around her. They absolutely 💯 get in trouble just so that Ms Everdeen has to talk to their papa as often as possible.

Peeta is embarrassed, thinking Ms Everdeen will believe he’s an awful father, but he’s really not. Also, she doesn’t think that at all. She thinks his daughters are just desperate for motherly attention.

Primrose comes home after medical school, takes one look at them together and asks when is the wedding.

It’s about four weeks after the first time they kiss. And that’s only so her cousin Gale can be present to give her away.

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Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss Everdeen and Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) 

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In honor of the all-out rebel assault on our emotions that will take place during Mockingjay 2, we asked Artist of the People @risarodil​ to illustrate the quotes that run the highest risk of sending us into a mid-arena meltdown. (”Real or not real”=SOB.)

So Tributts, let’s hold hands and weep together, shall we?

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Masterlist: AU - Athletes

This masterlist features Peeta, Katniss or both as athletes or coaches.  

Please make sure to read the tags and summary before diving into the fic. Some stories may feature subject matter which is not to everyone’s tastes.  In addition some of these fics may be incomplete and not updated in a while, so read at your own risk.

As with all masterlists, if you find a story that fits but is not on this list, let us know by sending us a message or fanmail with the story link. Please also let us know if you spot any inaccuracies. 

Peeta is an Athlete:

Association Football/Soccer: 

A Knead to Know Basis - WRitesALOT

Game of Blame - MalTease

Looking to Score - Court81981 (coach)

Make Your Move - c_r_roberts (assistant coach)

One Shot To Goal -  Cutelily05  

Picture Perfect -  jaccer248

Red and Blue - RedHeadedFlame

Trash Talk - MusicalSoul300

American Football:

3rd Down - Court81981

Clear eyes, full hearts - annthetropicalfish

Evolution - kismet4891

In Love and Football - HavishamWard

Lone Star State of Mine - Jenye

Love Never Dies - ForeverCountingStars

Shower Celebration - beccabecalm

The Accident - Arya Svit-Kon

The Bet - Amelia_Day*

The Jersey - meggiemellark

Baseball:

Beautiful Weeds - medowlark27

For You to Notice Me - 24tigers

You Got Me Good - SilverNight92

Basketball:

A Masked Heart - silverarcher8

Air - meggiemellark

Not a Piece in Your Game -  ohmakemeahercules

Hockey:

Fire and Ice - Falafel Waffle

Other Competitive Sports/Athletic Endeavors:

Another Summer - KaiSai1166 (surfer)

At the Peak - maddmaddworld (snowboard instructor, former athlete)

Cookies from Mellark’s - sohypothetically (surfer)

I Want Some More - english5672 (surfer)

Of Chasing Quaffles & Katniss Everdeen - kaceywithak (quidditch)

Speed - KPForever (car racing)

Start Me Up - Court81981 (car racing)

The Fighter - MoiraCPercy (boxer)

Katniss is an athlete:

Dream Come True - HPfanonezillion

 Make Your Move - c_r_roberts (soccer) 

The Laws of Gravity - threadfinjack (gymastics)

The Boys are Depending On Us - ETRNL4L (cheerleader, former gymnast)

Both are Athletes:

Everlark Acres - Affirmed (Horseback Riders)

Fire And Ice - EllanaSan (Figure Skaters)

Hit Me - Peetabunmyoven (Kickboxers)

May the Odds Be Ever in Our Favor - lildancer (gymnasts)

More than Gold - SavvyLark (Katniss is a figure skater, Peeta is a Speed Skater)

On Thin Ice - Court81981 (figure skaters, Peeta is an ex-hockey player)

Outside Chance - katnissdoesnotfollowback  (Katniss ski-ing and shooting / Peeta snowboarding) 

Powder Keg by appleblossomgirl, burkygirl, JavisTG, merciki, NotAnIslander, Peetabreadgirl, Xerxia  (Ski Instructors, Snowboarding) 

Take the Plunge by Historywriter2007 (swimmers) 

The Chaps Made Me Do It - jenns_fiction (Katniss a barrel racer, Peeta a bull rider)

The Kids in the Dark - If I Were a Slytherin (Katniss is a volleyball star, Peeta plays American football)

Through Water to Glory - amaidenfair (Swimmers)

Top of the World - DirectorCarmichael (mountainclimbers)

You Realize You’re a Distraction by Buttercupbadass  (Hockey and Figure skating)

We Can Overcome - 3PeetaAndKatniss3 (surfers. Hasn’t been updated in over a year).

Fire & Edge - MegaAuLover (figure skaters)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7  Part 8 Part 9

Olympic Athletes:

A Vision of London - AHeart99

All That Glitters Is Gold - jhsgf82 *

Bialando for Gold by MegaAuLover

Go Figure by flippedstargirl (Ice-skating)

Going for Gold by Peetabreadgirl *

Golden Heart by victors_mockingjays  (Archery)

Hurry Hard by amelinazenitram

Light the Fire Within by flippedstargirl  (Ice-skating)

May the Odds be ever in Our favor - lildancer

Outside Chance - katnissdoesnotfollowback  (Katniss ski-ing and shooting / Peeta snowboarding)

Sunset (The Golden Moment) by EverllarkingJoshifer

Take the Plunge by Historywriter2007

Taking the Plunge by merciki

The Archer and the Wrestler by merciki

The Last Obstacle by LitLove  (Ski-ing)

The Mellark Effect - peetaspikelets

The Olympic Games - hungergameshgfan

The Olympic Games - MissBunburyHope

You Realize You’re a Distraction by Buttercupbadass

you’re as cold as ice by courfeyrac

Complete: 5/17/2016

Updated: 7/25/2018

* Added 3/02/2020

Olympic Athletes updated 7/31/2021