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dandelionlovesyou · 2 years ago

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Cheeks

Young children!Everlark.

Six-year-old Peeta Mellark has a dilemma -- he kissed his best friend, Katniss Everdeen, on the lips! What is a young one supposed to do?

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Peeta missed Katniss' left cheek and landed right smack on her pale pink lips. Yikes! He was just saying 'hello' as his Paw taught him before it had happened.

Kisses on the cheeks are normal, right? Peeta thought. It's to greet family and friends, and Peeta has been doing it ever since he can remember. He kisses his Maw on the cheek every morning, he kisses his Paw when he wakes him up for school, he kisses his Auntie Effie even though her perfume makes him sneeze, and he even kisses his stinky brothers, Rye and Wheaton, on their birthdays. Delly kisses him first when she sees him in the park, but he always makes sure that he returns the kiss on her plump cherry cheeks after. He kisses his friends, Katniss, Madge, and Leevy, every Saturday when they have their play date. Kisses are all routine.

But today, his lips slid. And Katniss turned her head towards him just as his lips brushed her olive skin. Maybe it was because his lips were cold from the popsicle Paw bought him, and Katniss got startled. Maybe Katniss wanted to kiss him first today? Or maybe it was just his unlucky day? Either way, what's a six-year-old supposed to do? A kiss on the lips is a new thing, and he hasn't seen anyone from his family do it.

Without warning, Peeta's cheeks felt hot like oven doors, and his heart made loud tha-thump, tha-thump sounds in his big ears. His lips are still on Katniss', puckered fully like King Henry, Maw's fat goldfish at home. He willed his legs to move and his arms to push himself back, but they were like rocks sinking in the ocean. When he opened his eyes, Katniss' eyes were closed and scrunched up like … like ...

Holy heavensbee! I have to marry Katniss! Peeta screams inside, eyes wider than King Henry the goldfish. And kisses lead to babies! That’s what his Maw tells his older brothers, Rye and Wheat, every night at the dinner table.

“Lip kisses are a no, no, and must be avoided at all times,” Maw said.

Panicked, he pulls back his angelic face, turns around swiftly, and runs as fast as his chubby legs can take him. He passes by Delly, who is just arriving at the park. Leevy is not far behind her, swinging between her mom and dad. Madge is late, like always. And the rest of his six-year-old friends are probably buying ice pops, as his Paw said earlier. It is a hot day after all, and Ripper is selling fresh pops with chunks of fruits at the park entrance.

"Hi, Peeta!" Delly chirps, and she gives him a spirited wave. She’s always jolly, that one. Her lemon-yellow skirt bounces over her knees like butterfly wings. "My tooth fell off! Wanna see?!"

No, he doesn’t. Peeta has bigger problems to think about! “Later, Delly!”

"Alright!" She skips around in her impressive matching shoes and hums Ring-a-Ring O'roses.

Reaching the old oak tree a ways away from the jungle gym, Peeta presses his back on the dense and rough bark to catch his breath. The tree trunk is so huge and the tree so great, he's certain no one will see him hiding there.

Taking a quick glance back from where he came from, he tries to spot Katniss beside the red and orange slides, but she is nowhere to be found. Clumsily searching his pockets for his hanky, he comes out short and spies the white fabric his Paw always puts in his right pocket, splayed near the wooden seesaws. Instead, he lifts his right arm and vigorously rubs his lips on his sleeves. He even wets his lips a couple of times with his tongue and wipes them after. Peeta tasted a gentle hint of mint, like in tea, and thought it was nice.

A minute passes, but the panic still hasn't subsided. Cato aggressively playing stick swords with Marvel catches Peeta's attention. He slides down to the ground, lowering himself in his nook between two large tree roots. Cato likes to mock him, saying he is very fat and calling him "chubby buns" and "brioche boy" all the time. He tells him he's soft and weak, getting every one of his pack to follow his teasing.

Marvel does the same and tells him he's stinky even though he smells like cinnamon and dill. He can't help it that the scent of the bakery clings to his clothes and skin. Katniss thinks he smells good, and she even told him a couple of times over the summer. Peeta never did understand where Marvel was coming from.

"Oh, Katniss," he sadly whispers to no one in particular. He picks up an oak leaf and twirls it between his fingers. He really liked her as his friend, and they had a lot of fun playing tag and hopscotch.

Katniss likes collecting tree nuts and leaves like the one Peeta is holding now, and she always puts them in her bag to take home for her baby sister, Prim. Last Saturday, she told him that her baby sister was turning two, and she wanted to buy her a cupcake from the Mellark bakery. Peeta offered to give it to her, but Katniss was headstrong about refusing it. She said it was her gift, so he couldn't possibly give it to her for free. To trade instead, Peeta asked her to bring him berries from the shrubs near her fence. The Everdeens live on the outskirts of the city, practically in the woods, so she picks a lot of wild berries for her snacks in school. They hatched a good plan to store the cupcake in Peeta's superior lunch box. Katniss would return it the day after, filled with the berries he asked for as a fair trade.

But now they can't do that anymore. They can't be friends anymore, because he will have to marry Katniss. He kissed her, not just kissed her, but kissed her straight on the lips. She will have a baby in … well, he doesn't know how many days, but Katniss' mom is a doctor, so she will know for sure how long to wait. He hopes Katniss will have a baby girl. A tiny thing with the same long raven hair as Katniss does and gray eyes that looks like the full moon. He thinks of food and where they will live and supposes his room is spacious enough. And his bed has a trundle bed for cousins who sleep over. Katniss can sleep on his thicker mattress, while he takes up the trundle bed instead. It should be large enough for her and the baby. Comfortable too, when he keeps the window open.

For food, the bakery always has lots of food, and even though his Maw is strict with getting pastries, she is okay with serving day-old rolls of bread. They're still good as long as you reheat them in the oven and put a bit of butter on top or inside. He can fatten Katniss up in no time, and the baby can have all the fresh milk they use for baking.

House, food, and milk. That should be enough to live by, right? It would be nice to be with Katniss all the time at home. For sure she will sing lullabies to the baby as they cuddle at night. That would be wonderful and not bad at all. Peeta loves her voice, loves the sweet notes she makes that silence all the birds in the park. How lovely it would be to have his little songbird for a roommate. She's going to make a great mother, and he knows it.

Katniss will drive out all his nightmares too. No more boogeyman, werewolves, zombies, and ghouls. Rye can shut up about scary stories because Katniss will give it to him if he ever tries to scare them and the baby. She's not afraid of anything. From now on, there will only be fairy tales and happy ending stories in their bedroom.

Kissing Katniss on the lips wasn't so bad after all.

It's not unfun to be married and play husband and wife. He wonders if he should call her "love," or "dear," or "sweetheart." Auntie Effie calls Uncle Haymitch "darling" or "honey buns," and he calls her "cuddle bear" or "my star." Wheaton calls his girlfriend "baby," which is odd because she's not a baby at all. She's even taller than Wheat. Other times he calls her "kitten" or "lovebug." Well, Wheaton has always been the strange one in the family. Rye, Peeta gathers, will be even more bizarre when he goes to high school. He has all the signs of weirdness and mischief about him.

High school.

What will happen now with school? Maw and Paw don't get to go to school anymore. They work all the time and wear thick glasses all day to do chores. Maw answers phone calls and takes customers' orders, and Paw bakes and bakes and bakes … and cleans. There are no rest days except Sunday mornings. On Saturdays, his Paw drops him off at the park with Mr. Everdeen because he has to deliver cakes. Married life is just about work, work, work, and no fun!

I don’t want to live like that! Peeta thought. He likes going to school. Likes chatting with his friends and teachers, especially Mr. Cinna, his art teacher. He lends him his watercolor set, and they paint carrots and flowers during class. The handsome Mr. Odair is awesome too! Especially when he brings them to the district pool during the summer. Peeta will miss everything about school and work for the rest of his life from now on.

Oh, the horror!

Married life is no fun. No, no, no, no, no!

Why did I have to kiss Katniss on the lips today? Peeta scolds himself while pulling his fat and curly locks. He's now back to his original dilemma, and tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes. Above all, he doesn't want Katniss to live a sad life. He wants to keep listening to her adventure stories, to see her climbing trees, and to hear her laughing out loud when he pushes her forward on the swings. Katniss loves swings.

Kisses on the lips are such evil things!

“Hey!” Katniss all of a sudden pops her head from the side of the oak tree. Her braid dangles on her shoulders, almost reaching the ground with its length. “Are you okay?”

No, I am not, he pouts.

Six-year-old Peeta Mellark is very much not okay. He kissed his bestest friend in the whole wide world, and now he has to marry her and work for the rest of his life.

"Sorry for kissing you," he says wearily and then rubs his lips with the back of his hand. He's rubbing it like an eraser, erasing dark pencil marks on paper.

Katniss shrugs her shoulders and then kneels before him. She hates seeing her boy with the bread unhappy.

Crumbled leaves and dirt cling to Katniss' green jumper, but she doesn't care like always. "So what? What's wrong, Peeta?" She tilts her head slightly in confusion and wrinkles her eyebrows at him.

Where does Peeta even begin? How can he explain their already ruined young lives?!

"Momma and Poppa do it all the time," Katniss says convincingly, picking up a nice-looking stick. She runs it through the dry leaves and makes a pattern, oblivious to Peeta's entire world crumbling inside him. "They then say 'I love you' or 'good night' after. It's no big deal, Peeta," she says matter of factly.

“But … but …”

"We can rub our lips and spit it out if you want to?"

Peeta's eyes pop at the revelation. Why didn't he think of that? Of course, they can spit out the kiss! The answer was right under his cute button nose. "That's it!"

"Yeah, it's so easy, Peeta." Katniss looks left and right and then back at him. Peeta's blue eyes are back to being bright now, and she's glad. "Together then?"

"Yeah, together!" he answers cheerily.

Hooking their pinkies like they always do when they make promises, they rub their lips over the back of their thumbs, grinning in the process. They both rub it five times, making sure they get every bit of the kiss out of their lips. Then they gather saliva inside their mouths before unbecomingly spitting on the ground like little hooligans.

Peeta feels relief right away. The tension in his round shoulders leaves him, and the sun on the horizon looks alive again in his eyes. They both brush their lips on their shirt sleeves and smile at each other.

"I'm never kissing you again, Katniss Everdeen!" Peeta swears with his adorable, squeaky voice. The most charming expression grazes his freckled face as he beams. He's determined not to repeat what happened today.

Oh, if only he knew where their lives were heading. Fate will fill it up with birthday cakes, high school dances, love letters in lockers, toasting, babies, and ... lots and lots of kisses.

"Okay," Katniss replies, her olive skin glowing. She then grabs his hand, so they can run back together to play with their friends. "Never ever?"

“Never ever!”

--- the end ---

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Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

A cheek kiss that missed

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jlalafics · 4 years ago

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Would it have killed Suzanne Collins to have given the elder Mellark brothers names? I mean come on

It would’ve helped. Also, it would’ve been nice to hear something about them from Peeta.

It’s kind of fun to make up names for them though.

#anon #reply #Mellark Bros #My personal favorite made up ones are Wheaton and Rye from Two Wrongs #but Rye is Fanon

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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years ago

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Katniss the Honey Badger

Author: @mega-aulover

Prompt: “You say they call her the Mockingjay? Seems more like a Honey Badger to me” … [submitted by @winegirl65]

Rating: T - excessive fluffiness

Author’s Note: Thank you to @norbertsmom for betaing. This was a sweet little story enjoy! _______________

Katniss scaled the apple tree in the back of the bakery. She sneezed consecutively, feeling awful. She wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of one person in the district that could make her feel better.

Climbing the tree, she lost her footing and lost a slipper. “Oh well,” she muttered as she pushed her aching muscles up the tree. The sleep syrup and the medicinal tea Prim forced her to take made everything wobbly and distorted.

Katniss was determined to get to her boy with the bread, one Peeta Mellark.

Peeta and she had gotten closer during an air raid before the 74th Hunger Games. They had spent several days in the reinforced bunker at the school, unable to get out. They slept in each other’s arms, shared food, and got to know one another.

Unbeknownst to District Twelve, District Eight led a rebellion under the leadership of the newly voted President Paylor. They managed to win the hearts of District Two. Once Two became part of the rebellion it was only a matter of time before the other Districts fell in line. With Transportation and Power in their grasp, they attacked the Capitol.

District Twelve, being the poorest of all the districts and the furthest outlying district, had no clue what was going on in the rest of the country. It wasn’t until the Capitol bombed the districts in a last-ditch effort did District 12 learn about the rebellion. Once the raids stopped, they crawled out of the basement to a new world.

President Snow died during the bombing of the Capitol, and without his leadership, the Capitol crumbled and quickly gave up.

It was suddenly a new era. Everything that came before ended. Tesserae was freely given to stop hunger and not for slips in a bowl. With the old system gone, Katniss had to readjust her way of thinking. There had been a price, the Mayor’s mansion was bombed and sweet Madge didn’t make it; she’d been home sick. Had she gone to school there was no doubt Madge would’ve survived. Peeta lost his older brother Wheaton and his wife. Delly lost her brother Terry and Gale lost Vick, both had been playing hooky from school.

But for the most part, the District survived and now two years later the District thrived.

Katniss discovered that she could daydream. She could finally want things for the first time in her life that had nothing to do with survival. One of those things was her boy with the bread.

They banded together closer so much so that either he snuck into her home or she’d sneak into his window. Tonight Katniss was cranky, tired, and feverish. She couldn’t rest in her own bed, not without him. So she’d waited until her sister and mother left in an emergency then she took off to be with Peeta.

Katniss made her way into town dressed in her house slippers, flannel pajama bottoms she’d stolen from Peeta, and one of his comfy wide shirts. She wore a gray sweater because she was cold. Climbing the tree had been a feat. Had she the wherewithal to resist the temptation, she should have stayed home. But her drive was to feel his solid arms around her and breathe in his calming scent.

When she got to the window it was closed, but she didn’t notice and bumped her head. “OWWWW,” she cried, rubbing her head.

Katniss sat on the branch perplexed as to why the window was closed. It was unfathomable that the window was closed. Katniss frowned, “it’s open, always,” she muttered.

Her mother and sister often complained that when Katniss wasn’t feeling well, she turned into the biggest baby who had no sense whatsoever. Her mother described it as giving a stick of lit dynamite to a drunk. No good could come of it. Katniss peered at the window and noticed the curtains were drawn. Through her blurry vision, she could see the silhouette of two people. One of them she recognized as Peeta’s.

Katniss reached out and knocked on the window. “Peewa,” she said as she sneezed and proceeded to cough.

“What is that?” The sound of his mother’s annoying voice could be heard from the other side. Muriel Mellark always sounded like she was yelling at people. Katniss was too far gone to realize the woman was in Peeta’s room.

“Nothing, it could be a squirrel or some animal,” Peeta said from inside of the room.

Determined, Katniss knocked on the window again.

“Don’t tell me I heard nothing! I heard something!” Muriel shouted with alarm.

“Mom, it’s probably a branch,” Peeta said.

Katniss sneezed loudly.

“That,” the harpy yelled.

“Mother it could be Haymitch’s geese getting loose in the yard again,” Peeta said. Katniss could make out his shadow in front of the curtain.

“Those geese are a menace! I have half a mind to put in a complaint at the Justice Hall,” Muriel complained.

The geese were a menace; they ganged up on her as she had made her way into town. They chased her, thankfully even in her weakened state she was able to outrun them. The window opened a crack and Katniss, seeing her opportunity, scuttled forward.

“Peewwwaa,” Katniss cried. She put her hand in through the slit in the window. Peeta’s hand brushed her aside. Katniss narrowed her eyes as she tried to concentrate and grab his fingers. She wanted her boy with the bread. Had she been feeling better she would’ve been as quiet as a mausoleum. But she wasn’t and right now she had tunnel vision, and her focus was on getting to Peeta.

“That wasn’t one of the darned geese!” His mother cried.

“MOM!” Peeta yelled, just as the curtains were pushed to the side and the window opened.

Mrs. Mellark’s red face stuck out of the window and she came face to face with Katniss.

Peeta hovered right behind her. “MOM!”

“Helwo,” Katniss said, then sneezed twice. “I wan Peewa,” she mumbled as she yawned.

“Isn’t that?” Mrs. Mellark said.

“Yes,” Peeta firmly pushed his mother out of the way. “Katniss, I thought you were sick?” He reached out to her.

Katniss gratefully grabbed onto him as he gently pulled her inside. “I’m not feeling well,” she whispered. His arms were warm and she sighed the moment her head found purchase on his neck.

“She doesn’t look too good?”

“She’s been sick with the flu,” Peeta said. “And before you ask, yes we’re together.”

“Is she the reason,” his mother said.

Just then there was a loud crash. Peeta’s father held up a broomstick in his hand, ready to fend off whoever was in the room. “What in tarnation is going on here? I looked up and saw a figure climbing through our son’s window.”

“Oh great,” Peeta said as he walked Katniss to the bed and sat down. He held Katniss on his lap, her arms were thrown around him.

“I’m cold, Peewa,” Katniss whispered.

Peeta’s father paused talking when he saw Katniss. Turning to his wife he said, “Muriel, is that Meadow’s oldest?”

“Now, Samuel,” Muriel said.

“She’s going home right now, back to the Seam,” Samuel said.

“No,” Muriel said.

“No,” Samuel muttered.

“I think we ought to be neighborly to the Mockingjay,” Muriel said.

“You say they call her the Mockingjay? Seems more like a Honey Badger to me,” Samuel said laughing.

“Samuel,” Muriel warned. “This child kept all of the children bunkered at the school calm and collected while we were being bombed. She sang songs and helped ration out the food. And afterward,” Muriel said.

Samuel became quiet.

“When we lost Wheaton, she…sat by me…sat by you! She became a beacon of hope during those days. She hunted in the woods bringing the entire district meat, wild fruit, and medicinal herbs,” Muriel spouted as she patted Katniss’ cheeks. “She saved us all. She’s our Mockingjay, not a honey badger…”

In her altered state, Katniss laughed. A combination of sleeping syrup, her tiredness, and some medicinal tea her sister forced down her throat, Katniss was flying high.

“She’s not a honey badger,” Peeta said.

Although Katniss had never seen a honey badger, Prim told her badgers were small fierce creatures that could be found in District 10. She sang, “HOMEY BADGER, honey pots, honey bear,” before placing a kiss on Peeta’s cheek. “My honey beautiful, are you my homey badgers?

“She can’t stay here, not in her condition,” Samuel said.

“Of course she can, they’re practically engaged.”

“Mom,” Peeta said.

“Well aren’t you?” Muriel turned her beady eyes at Peeta.

“Yes,” Katniss answered. “We’re gonna have a Toasting soon,” she added in a sing-song voice.

“There you see,” Muriel said.

“But she’s sick and she can get…”

“Her maw will tend to us for free, we’re practically kin. Now,” Muriel pushed Samuel out of the door. “Let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”

“But,” Samuel said.

And suddenly Katniss was all alone with Peeta. “Sleep,” she muttered.

“Let’s get you into bed,” Peeta said.

Katniss muttered an unintelligent reply as her world was turned on its side. She sighed when she felt the bed dip and Peeta’s warm arms gathered her close.

Two days later the dim sunlight peeked through the window. The day was overcast and dreary, the muggy air drifted into the dry cool room. Sundays were always a day meant to sleep in late. Katniss snuggled closer to Peeta Mellark.

She put her ice-cold feet on his muscular calves.

“Mmmph,” Peeta sleepily murmured.

Katniss snuggled closer.

“Katniss,” Peeta said, opening up a bleary eye.

“No, sheeps.”

Peeta chuckled.

She pressed her nose into his chest. Katniss always sounded childlike when half-asleep.

“Kat-kin, it’s time to get up.”

Katniss grumbled as she clung to Peeta. She’d been staying at the bakery ever since she’d gotten caught sneaking into his bedroom. It wasn’t her fault either. Peeta had the blasted window closed. She was feeling better, and to her surprise, Peeta hadn’t gotten sick.

Last night while her mother was in the room checking up on her, Katniss heard Muriel demand that Peeta have a Toasting with her. Surprisingly, Peeta’s father opposed the marriage.

Her mother had waited until Muriel, Samuel, and Peeta were out of the room before she asked if that is what Katniss wanted. Katniss affirmed it and hearing her words, her mother acquiesced.

“You know my mother is downstairs as we speak, arranging our Toasting tonight,” Peeta said.

“I know,” she said with her eyes closed. She felt Peeta gently let go of her. His fingers traced her mouth and chin.

“Are you,” Peeta paused, “Are you sure you want this? Me?”

Katniss heard his insecurity. Letting her lashes fall open she sighed. Peeta was staring down at her with fear in his eyes.

“Do you doubt us?”

Peeta’s face became red. “No.”

“I chose you Peeta.” She lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek. “I’ve chosen to be with you. I chose to make the trek from the Seam into town to be with you, whoever saw me be damned. This is a new world and you and I have the right to be happy. We have the right to dream. Have the right to want and be wanted.” She gave him a fierce look before saying, “I want you Peeta. I want forever with you, and if you’re okay with that, then I’m okay with your mother planning our toasting.”

Peeta smiled. “I’m okay with that. Though you should know, I think my mom’s got a crush on you.”

Katniss laughed. “She’s already hinting at grandkids.”

Peeta turned pale.

“Don’t worry, I told her we’re working on it…”

“You did,” Peeta gasped.

“Yup in about five years or so when we’re damned ready.”

“Thank goodness,” Peeta said.

Katniss smiled, “Now shut up and let me sleep…”

Peeta laughed, slid right back next to her, and did as he was told.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #spring #spring 2022 #mega-aulover #submission #prompt

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katnissmellarkkk · 2 years ago

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Rye headcanons- that he is Mrs. Mellark’s favorite and gets away with more than Peeta and the oldest. He’s a better liar than Peeta. And him and Gale have had words over a girl they were both casually dating at the same time.

THESE ALMOST PERFECTLY MATCH MY FEELINGS AND HEADCANONS WITH HIM!

I headcanon him as the jokey one in the family, with lowkey middle child syndrome in a way. Like he kind of vies for attention a lot, because their household is often tense or fraught with stress. I also always headcanon he’s Mrs. Mellark’s favorite son, like he’s the one who gets away with the most from her. She tends to snap at Peeta the most because he’s the one she sees the most of herself in.

And him and Gale, in my mind, are in the same grade and know each other semi-well. But they don’t like each other at all because they’re the two boys that all the girls at school fawn over the most — both merchant girls and Seam — and so they view each other as competition. I also imagine Rye being very outgoing whereas Gale is more quiet and stoic and so they butt heads / rub each other the wrong way.

Also I always imagine him as very close to Peeta. Closer than Wheaton, their elder brother. They probably even shared a bed in their childhood, since they only have a small second story home (I always picture an apartment but that may just be me?) for a family of five.

Only thing I don’t necessarily picture the same as you is I always imagine Rye being super confident and funny and outgoing but kind of lacks Peeta’s charisma? Like Rye wouldn’t have done well on Caesar’s talkshow because he’s kind of slow on the uptake and lacks Peeta’s natural wit and cunning edge.

Thank you for sending this in! 🥹

#oakfarmer #play with me 🥰

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jlalafics · 4 years ago

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Damnit Suzanne!

Also, @little-lynx Sorry you had a such rough night with your daughters and with Suzanne being so difficult!

My daughters slept very restlessly last night, so I kept waking up and falling back to sleep. And that's probably why I had very, very strange dreams. In one of them, I took Suzanne Collins hostage and demanded that she tell me the names of Peeta's brothers. She looked at me with eyes full of horror, and then she said that ONE DAY we would know their names (but not their parents names, we would NEVER know their parents' names - her words!). Then I began to ask her, very correctly (but insistently), what she thought of the name “Rye” and whether she knew that we would not accept another name. And then I asked what happened to Caesar after the revolution and my dream turned into a "life of Caesar Flickerman” in the style of a "tale of three brothers" from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (I don't remember the plot about Caesar itself, but it was beautiful magic dream).

I woke up angry and very displeased with Suzanne Collins. I was hoping that she would confirm that Rye is canon, at least in my dream. Damn, this was MY dream, Suzanne, what the hell?! And then I read her interview and I went mad again.

Her parents [Katniss] have their own histories in District 12 but I only included what’s pertinent to Katniss’s tale. <...> I have a world of information about the characters that didn’t make it into the book. With some stories, revealing that could be illuminating, but in the case of The Hunger Games, I think it would only be a distraction unless it was part of a new tale within the world of Panem.

Woman, we need this information. Oh please. OH PLEASE.

I’m ready to take you hostage again. Be aware.

#Rye is canon #and I'm calling Wheaton for the eldest brother because that's my canon #Because that was the first time I made up a name for the eldest Mellark bro and it typed itself

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one-mopeyboi · 3 years ago

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The 75 Survivors (A Hunger Games Headcanon)

In order, from the 1st Hunger Games to the 74th

Feel free to use the names from this list, just remember that these people aren’t canon except for the ones with names in bold, and to credit me! Thank you.

Send me asks about any of them and I will give you a headcanon!

Atticus Ashlar / M / D2 / 18

Argil James / F / D1 / 17

Gilbert Cohen / M / D4 / 18

Malachite Harris / M / D1 / 16

Otto Gladstone / M / D6 / 18

Paul B. Spruce / M / D7 / 18

Cassia Rockefeller / F / D2 / 18

Isaac Hill / M / D5 / 15

Heliodor Lewis / M / D1 / 18

Lucy Gray Baird / F / D12 / 16

Magadelen “Mags” Flanagan (nee Cohen) / F / D4 / 17 (Gilbert is her uncle)

Levant Ryeland / NB / D9 / 18

Claudius Tiffany / M / D2 / 18

Lux Carter / NB / D1 / 17

Seeder Barnes / F / D11 / 15 (The only victor to have a “pacifist” win with no killing, by outlasting everyone else in starvation. The gamemakers that year hung for it)

Cain Wheaton / F / D9 / 16

Burton “Woof” Hosier / M / D8 / 12 (It is a common misconception in the Capitol that Finnick is the youngest Victor. He won by skinning a wolf mutt and wearing its pelt. As the mutts do not have eyes and operate by scent alone, they killed everyone else)

Ivy Fairfields / F / D7 / 16

Corderita Ramirez / F / D10 / 17

Nero Travertine / M / D2 / 18

Ada Hertz / F / D3 / 16

Bonnie Hartley / F / D12 / 16 (There has to be a mentor for Haymitch)

Magnolia Wright / M / D7 / 17

Mako Kirk / F / D4 / 17

Antonius Golding / M / D2 / 18

Marius Doherty / M / D2 / 18

Tarquin May / M / D2 / 18 (yes, three years in a row)

Fava Ryeland / F / D9 / 16

Brocade Anning / F / D1 / 18

Radiance Hahn / F / D1 / 18

Volk Gladstone / M / D6 / 13 (See Woof’s section for “misconceptions regarding the youngest Victor. He won by taking control of a freight train. He is Otto Gladstone’s son)

Laurentia Ramsay / F / D2 / 18

Sol Helmholz / NB / D5 / 17

Trench Trawler / M / D4 / 18

Arty Croft / M / D11 / 16

Lyme Rossi / F / D2 / 18

Lumine Anning / F / D1 / 17

Porter Millicent Tripp / F / D6 / 17

Brutus Cassius Cato / M / D2 / 18 (The first name of 74HG’s Cato is Magnus)

Carlos “Chuck” del Toro / M / D10 / 17

Brian T. ”Beetee” Latier / M / D3 / 16

Wiress Latier (nee Faraday) / F / D3 / 17

Amaranth Reeves / F / D9 / 15

Flax Henley / NB / D8 / 15

Roy Gingham / M / D8 / 16

Elm Raber / M / D7 / 17

Opal Monroe / F / D1 / 18

Aurelius McArthur / M / D2 / 18

Cuprum Hamilton / M / D1 / 16

Haymitch Abernathy / M / D12 / 16

Chaff Mitchell / M / D11 / 18

Cyprian Quartz / M / D2 / 18

Cecelia Khampan / F / D8 / 16

Zephyr Howell / F / D5 / 17

Alf Heeler / M / D10 / 16

Blight Conall / M / D7 / 16

Alder Schur / F / D7 / 16

Philo Walterstein / M / D2 / 18

Davy Alcott / M / D4 / 16

Barleigh Bernhardt / M / D9 / 17

Curie Li / F / D5 / 17

Enobaria Onyx / F / D2 / 18

Gloss Strahlend / M / D1 / 14

Cashmere Strahlend / F / D1 / 15

Finnick Odair / M / D4 / 14

Florin Washington / NB / D2 / 18

Augustus Braun / M / D1 / 18

Joules Davis / F / D3 / 16

Boeing Tripp / M / D6 / 16

Anemone “Annie” Cresta / F / D4 / 19 (she turned 19 in the Arena)

Johanna Mason / F / D7 / 17

Tourmaline Kennedy / F / D1 / 16

Agrippa Clinton / M / D2 / 18 (just has a girly name)

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark / D12 / 16

Statistics

Average age : 16.74 years

Most occurring age : 18 years

District count :

D1 - 13

D2 - 16

D3 - 4

D4 - 7

D5 - 4

D6 - 4

D7 - 7

D8 - 4

D9 - 5

D10 - 3

D11 - 3

D12 - 5

Genders :

Male - 38

Female - 31

Nonbinary - 6

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jhsgf82 · 2 years ago

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Coming Soon-There’s No Crying in Baseball!

Super cool edit by @alwayseverlark Thank you! 😊

Anybody in the mood for a little PRye (Prim/Rye, I don't know what their fan name is, if they have one)? This popped into my head, so I ran with it.

*** Oh, Peeta, your brother! He made one last play for Prim before we left…

Mr. Mellark was too old to be drafted, being over 45 as he was, though he probably would have been exempt anyway due to being in an important industry, baking. And his eldest, Wheaton, was exempt, due to providing him assistance with the bakery and the subsequent land partially owned by the Mellark and Everdeen families. When Katniss and Peeta married, it was decided that the land would be conjoined, and with Mr. Everdeen gone, there needed to be men to work the land, even though it was usually Katniss and Prim doing the work anyway.

But Rye, it was possible he could still be drafted. Mr. Mellark didn’t need two able-bodied men at home assisting him with baking. His wife, and any number of women could help with that; however, if they could make the case for the Everdeen farm, perhaps he would remain out of it. As for Peeta, he had volunteered.

Well, Peeta, Rye strode right up to Prim, grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard on the lips. He even dipped her back like in the movies.

“You-you pig!” screeched Prim, wrenching away and shoving him off her once he’d brought her back up. “How dare you!”

Rye just chuckled and grinned like an idiot. “I’ll wait for you,” he said, giving her braid a little tug.

Prim gaped. “But I don’t want you to!” she protested.

Rye either didn’t process this or chose to ignore it because then he said, “I’ll write to you everyday!”

“It’s not like she’s going off to war,” I reasoned, partly annoyed, partly amused.

“She might as well be!” Rye lamented like the big baby he is.

Defeated, Prim sighed and turned away.

“We better get going,” I told her. Prim nodded.

“I’ll go with you,” said Rye. “I’ll take you to the train station.”

I was about to say no, but we were running very late, and your brother had the truck. So, much to Prim’s chagrin, I agreed. I made Prim sit up front while I sat in back in the bed of the truck.

At the station, we said our goodbyes to your brother.

“Goodbye, Rye,” I said, preparing to haul hiney.

“Goodbye, Katniss,” he replied. “Bye, Prim.” He practically whimpered my sister’s name, and I shook my head, the smallest of smirks playing on my lips. He really was hopeless.

As we were speed-walking off toward the platform, I commented, because I couldn’t resist teasing her once in a while. “Well, isn’t that sweet,” I said. “You have someone waiting for you at home when you return.”

Prim made a garbled noise in her throat and rolled her eyes. “Please don’t tell him where to write me.”

“I won’t,” I told her with a little laugh. “But I can’t guarantee Mother won’t.”

“Oh!” I thought Prim was reacting to the idea of Mother sharing our contact information with Rye, but it was the train she’d seen. It was pulling out a few minutes ahead of schedule.

And so, we ran. We ran as fast as our legs could carry us.

After we’d caught up to it and hopped on, with a literal helping hand, we settled into our seats.

Prim was seated next to the window; I looked out past her head and noticed Rye standing there.

“There’s Rye,” I said, pointing out the window.

Prim scowled and refused to look, but when I turned away, I saw out of the corner of my eye that she looked out the window. Rye was still standing there. He waved.

Prim threw up her hand in a stiff, static wave‒I supposed just to be polite‒and then she turned her head and stared out straight at the front of the train, ignoring the man passing by outside the window.

I’d always assumed Rye’s affections for Prim were totally one-sided, but then I noticed Prim touching her lips. It’s not that I can blame her; I’m sure the Mellark men know how to kiss. I only have experience kissing one of them, but he sure can... Anyway, after she touched her lips, Prim shot one last look back at Rye as the train rushed past the station.

#JHsgf82 writes #Based on A League of their Own #There's No Crying in Baseball #Everlark #Prye #Prim/Rye

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dandelionlovesyou · 2 years ago

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The Hunger Games characters have some unique names based on many cultures we've lived in today.

What's your favourite character names from THG world? What's their names meaning?

Bonus questions :

If you're a fanfic writer writing about characters who lives in Panem, what's their name gonna be?

If you're a reader, what's a name you read in a THG fanfic that stuck with you?

Thank you, @curiousnonny

Hello there @curiousnonny ,

It took me a while to answer this as I looked through my culture for anything related to THG names but lo and behold, I come up with nothing. I'm from southeast Asia and I suppose SC didn't quite pluck out names from this region. I might also be very wrong 😁

My favourite THG name is Haymitch. Katniss and Peeta are a given because I love their characters, of course. Haymitch is very unique sounding to me.

I looked it up a bit and saw that it was close to 'Hamish' which in Arabic means edge or corner. This was a nice discovery because looking for the edge or end of the arena was Haymitch's strategy on the 2nd QQ. He was also in a cliff/ edge where the axe bounced back from a force field, killing his last opponent. Interesting, huh? 😊

As for the names when I write, I use Free and Julian for my toastbabies. I haven't actually posted my story with those names yet. They are still in my WIP folder, but I hold those names dearly.

Free means to love, dear, or beloved. Being the daughter of two victors and born in a peaceful Panem, Free is free to love whoever or to choose whatever she wants to be. She, being the first child, is also dearly loved.

Julian means youthful, young, or downy-bearded. He is the wild son of Katniss and Peeta. Also, a free spirit. Climbing book cabinets and eating soil 😁 He also loves art like his Papa.

As a reader, I have always liked nature names. Or two names like Katniss May, or Beatrice June. Bread names are cool, and Rye, Wheaton, Graham, and Bran are often Mellark names. Katniss' mom is named Lavender or Lily in a few fics.

I suppose that's it. This is such an interesting question and thank you for asking it!

Take care, @curiousnonny 😉

#answered ask #thg names #thg #gotta go sleep now

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mollywog · 10 months ago

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Nick (short for Pumpernickel), the forgotten Mellark brother 😔

This is so funny to me

just for fun… what is everyone’s favorite name for the eldest Mellark brother?

#that is a full 4 syllable name #his parents were unhinged for that #love it #ask #charlunday #thank you for the ask!!#Thg #mellarks #The mellark brothers

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broken-everlark · 2 years ago

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Here's my fancast for Rye (middle) and Bran (oldest) Mellark. (Sorry I think their dads name would be Wheaton)

Left is Rye, Right is Bran

@mega-aulover

#rye mellark #bran mellark #fancast

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mollywog · 1 year ago

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I wanna hear more about Teacher Peeta and the Orange Castle! Please??

Thank you for the ask @lemonluvgirl!!

The Orange Castle is a Blue Castle AU idea. Peeta would be the Valancy in this version and Katniss would be Barney. It’s mostly concept with very little writing so far (send help!)

Teacher Peeta is a poor name for an in-Panem, no reaping, TWHHA fic - It’s the idea I keep coming back to… I also started writing it in first person, present tense and I can’t decide if I hate it enough to switch…

I’ve added a snippet under the cut… Peeta explaining Merchant marriage arrangements with bakery supplies 😬

I pull out four baking sheets and spread them across the counter. I haven’t yet put away the piping bags full of excess buttercream. They’ll save till tomorrow in the fridge, but will work for my demonstration for now. Then I grab a handful of spice jars from near by. I add a piping bag per pan with spice canisters for the remaining spots then beginning to explain.

I point to the first sheet with the pink piping bag and dried basil. This is the Cobblers Delly Cartwright and her brother, [name]

I point to the next pan “And this is the flower shop” pointing to the contents “Flora, Bud, and Hyacinth”

Moving on, “here you’re at Mellark’s.” I give her a wink and she rolls her eyes

Lastly I point to the pan with the single bag of white buttercream “there’s Madge”

I step back “Wheaton, Delly, and Flora” I point to each icing bag as I name them, “are the oldest siblings; They’ll inherit their businesses. Now these are family businesses and they’ll need to marry to maintain them, however most town businesses can’t support more than a single family and the preceding owners. Inheriting siblings need to make matches with younger siblings from other businesses.”

I look towards Katniss. Her brow is furrowed but she’s nodding along as she stares at the table.

“In some cases, parents will allow their children to make a go of their own matches first, but it’s all politics. Some families don’t want to take the risk that their children won’t make a good match. Delly’s family for example contracted her to Bud a while back.”

I look over to see Katniss’s nose wrinkled. I can imagine what she’s thinking. Bud is pretty much the exact opposite of Delly; silent and dour. They say opposites attract, but that’s not what this match was. “If they’re contracted, why haven’t they married yet?”

“Before we graduated, Wheaton and Flora started seeing each other-“

“But they’re both frosting bags, can they do that?”

“Sure, Wheat and Flor are both first in line to inherit, but since they have younger siblings, if- well in this case, when they marry, they can decide which business to forfeit. For what her name suggests, Flora has never been quite as attached to the florist shop. She’ll be here learning to frost flowers rather than cut them.” I swap the frosting bag for the annis seed, “and Bud will become the florist’s successor,” I then place the annis on the Mellark pan next to the blue bag.

Katniss’s eyes are scanning the table with immense concentration. “I still don’t understand why Bud and Delly aren’t married yet?”

“They are now both the successors to their business, if they went through with the marriage, one of them would need to give up their birthright like Flora. But while Wheat and Flor chose each other and chose their livelihoods, Bud and Delly didn’t: it was a contract, not a love match. Flora marrying my brother and forfeiting the business gives them an out to break the contract and make another attempt at their own destinies.”

She takes this all in, still intently staring

“But at the bakery, as well as another set of hands, Flora will also be another mouth to feed. Ryan is out of the picture with his marriage to Madge and his job at the justice building. So it’s just me - That’s why there's a rush for me to get a job all of the sudden.”

“Okay, but it doesn’t explain your current dilemma. You need to marry someone for the teaching position, so what about her” she points to the fennel remaining at the florist’s. “You could marry her, right?” Her confidence fades as she speaks until the last sentence comes out as a question.

“This” I point to the fennel “is Hyacinth, and she” I pause for effect “is 10” I raise an eyebrow.

“Well then what about Delly? Once her contract is voided she could marry you for the job requirements,” she crosses her arms, scowling at the table.

“First of all,” I pull the dill canister out of the bakery pan and place the orange piping bag on the table. “My new job made me into an icing bag of sorts.” I waffle my hand to indicate the loose approximation. “With the new job, I wouldn’t be able to help support her with the business. She’d pass the shop to her brother, and give up the business that she loves. But, more than that,” I pause and scratch the back of my neck, “I’ve already declined a contract with Delly years ago”

She stares at me, blinking her eyes in confusion. I sigh, “Back when we were 15 the Cartwrights approached my family about a contract between the two of us. My mother was ecstatic but I refused.”

“Why? You wouldn’t even need the teaching position if you married Delly”

“I don’t love her.” It really that simple, “or I love her too much to do that to her. We’ve been close our whole lives and I love her like a sister, but I’m not in love with Delly and I never will be. I think you know her enough to see how much she has to offer. Delly deserves a chance at so much more than I can give her”

“But you’d be fine with her marrying Bud?” She grimaces at the thought.

I am very conscious of my anger; I’ve seen the damage a temper unchecked can do. If rage is a fire, my usual state is unlit coals, but thinking about Delly and me, and Delly and Bud, and the injustice of it all has sparked a flame that I’ll need to work to dampen. So I take breath and a moment before continuing, “Delly would never choose to be unhappy. She would find a way to make it bearable, but it wouldn’t be...” I pause to find the right word “ideal. The only solace I took from her situation was that I wouldn’t be contributing to her unhappiness.”

“So not Delly,” She furrows her brow. “But this is only three families. There are dozens of shops and plenty of younger daughters. Right?”

The flame leaps and I take another breath. I don’t blame Katniss for not knowing the intricacies of Merchant marriages, but I do expect her to understand the power of choice. I take a breath and run my hand over my face. Pointing to the table, “Look at it Katniss.” I shift my focus to her “It’s a game board. All these people have been reduced to pieces,” I say as I pick up and place back each item.

“If you turn down the job, what will you do after your brother marries the florist girl.”

I’m deflated with the weight of it all “the mines I guess. That’s really where I was always headed anyways.” The thought of the teaching position had been a momentary reprieve, but now it was back to realities.

She’s shaking her head, “no, you can’t do that, there has to be another solution.” She begins grabbing canisters off the shelf. “What about the sweetshop? Or the Tailor?”

“Katniss, stop” my voice comes out harsher than I intended, but she isn’t listening anyways.

“Peeta, you can’t go down there, you won’t come back” Her voice is pleading but I don’t hear the tone, just the words. And now she’s just another person who doesn’t believe in me; Who thinks I’m too soft, too weak, not enough. The flames are dancing and for a moment I see red.

“No! I won’t be a piece in this game” the pans, spices, and bags clash to the ground and I realize I’ve cleared the table.

#wip titles game #lemonluvgirl #everlark fanfiction #Mollywog #wip

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