#constantly talking about him shining and shimmering and bathed in sunlight

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

three times katniss talks about peeta completely normally in catching fire

I watch as Peeta crosses to the table, the sunlight from the window picking up the glint of fresh snow in his blond hair. He looks strong and healthy, so different from the sick, starving boy I knew in the arena, and you can barely even notice his limp now. 

I hadn't thought about it much, but in the arena at least some of the boys got to keep their body hair whereas none of the girls did. I can remember Peeta's now, as I bathed him by the stream. Very blond in the sunlight, once the mud and blood had been washed away. 

I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. I've seen flashes of this before: in the arena, or when he speaks to a crowd, or that time he shoved the Peacekeepers' guns away from me in District 11. I don't know quite what to make of it. I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don't notice much because they're so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they're a light golden color and so long I don't see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks. 

(every time she describes him, which is often in this way, it's like in a romcom or movie where the hero steps in and he's bathed in some sort of otherworldly glow so we know that THIS is the person, this person bathed in golden light.)

[dragon-fics]

DOS: Hunter to Lover [pt. 2](Ugauc X Male Elf/reader)

Chapter summary: You wake up by Ugauc��s side and return home. You visit him in secrecy until you are stuck in his cave during s blizzard.

pt. 1, Pt. 2, pt. 3 pt. 4, pt.5, pt. 6

H/C = Hair Colour

I felt warm. It was a nice warm. Like it was the iciest winter, and I was snuggled up under my coziest blanket.

But that didn’t make any sense. It was spring and my mattress didn’t feel like my mattress. It felt more like I had sunk in a giant pillow that in. I could also hear water gurgling softly nearby.

Where am I?

My eyes snapped open in a panic. I could see dimly glowing blue and white specks on a grey rippling canvas above me.

Stars?

Yellow light streamed in through a opening, a green hue added by the leafy vines draped over the opening.

As I looked around, I remembered where I was. I was in his cave... the dragon’s cave. The dragon’s cave whose name I couldn’t remember.

And then there was the warm feeling that was wrapped around me. I looked down, a giant scaled wing delicately wrapped around me. I looked over my shoulder. More green scales.

So, he does have a beast form. I noted.

I propped myself up on my arms and looked behind me. His large green head was curled in around me, as if to provide some sort of border between me and the rest of the cave.

His breaths were deep and long, grumbling softly in his throat as he slept. I smiled at his snoozing body.

I crawled closer to him, feeling the ruff behind his horns. It was so smooth—like a petal. I ran my hand over the ruff, feeling my hand run over the cartilage fingers in it.

Then a new rumble came from his throat.

Was he... purring?

He was purring as I stroked his scales. His lips curled up into a smile. His smile made me smile.

I moved my hand down to his head, running my hands over the rougher scales of his cheek and forehead.

His smile grew bigger.

Good morning, came a masculine voice. The same voice I heard from the dragon the night before.

But he didn’t move his lips. He hadn’t moved at all.

I froze and retracted my hand.

I was enjoying that, he complained.

“How are you doing that?” I asked.

Talking in your head? He seemed amused by my confusion. He opened his eye, an amber gem staring right at me.

“You’re—you’re in my head?!” I exclaimed. I forced myself to my feet and backed up, only to have his wing hit my back.

The dragon raised his head, green scales shimmering in what morning sunlight came into the cave. He looked down at me, sympathy in his eyes. He lifted his wing, and I stumbled off the cushion of animal hides.

I’m sorry, but I have no other way to communicate with you in this form... and either way you’re the only person I can communicate with like this.

I looked straight at him, trying to look hard. 

Just give me a moment to shift and find my clothes.

I glanced aside and turned around.

A flash of light came from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see his bare back as he rummaged around for his trousers.

I quickly whipped my head around, face flushed bright red. Some explicit thoughts rushed through my head before I stopped myself and calmed down. I tapped my bare foot on the ground to distract myself.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t realise elves kept their thoughts to themselves,” He apologised.

I turned around, surprised he had apologized. “It—It’s fine, um—“

“Ugauc,” he reminded me.

I blushed, embarrassed I had forgotten his name. “Ugauc,” I repeated, “I’ll try to remember that.”

Ugauc gave a small nod and knelt by the stream. He cupped his hand and drank some crystal clear water.

“So, um, what did you mean by you’re the only person I can communicate with like this?” I asked, looking down at the meandering stream beside me.

“The bond that connects us, as soulmates, allows me to communicate with you through words, rather than through pictures or emotions with other dragons,” he rose to his feet. “Over time, our bond will strengthen so we can communicate even when we are apart. And after we... officially bond, that’ll be our first step to strengthening our bond... if you wish to do so, I mean. Or we could just spend as much time as we can together,” he finished, looking at me.

“Officially bon—oh... yeah, um,” my cheeks flushed bright red again. Ugauc chuckled.

“It’s all right, little elfling, I’m not ready for that either,” He strolled closer to me, eyes shining.

I smiled back at him.

Then a hungry gurgle came from my stomach.

“Shall I walk you home?”

*-*-*-*

“Here’s fine, Ugauc,” I said, stopping by the last line of trees that surrounded our snowy village.

Ugauc looked from his perch in one of the lowest branches in the tree beside me. He eyed every part of the village. “Are you sure I can’t deal with those elves for you?” He seemed to be annoyed by the fact he wasn’t allowed to take care of his ‘little elfling’ and deal with the elves who had abandoned me.

“If you do ‘deal with them’, you will be found and killed. They will hang your head in our great hall!” I said. “please, just stay safe and away from our village,” I pleaded.

Ugauc looked down at me, his narrowed pupils relaxing. He nodded his head.

“Now, please go before someone sees you. I don’t want to lose you before I’ve even gotten to know you.”

Ugauc slowly nodded his head again. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N),” he whispered. He turned around and hopped through the trees, gripping onto tree trunks with his sharp nails.

I sighed sadly as he leaped away, before starting forward, staring at my boots. My stomach gurgled again as I walked on the path to my home.

“Oh! (Y/N)!” Called my mother in a relieved cry. I could barely see her before she wrapped her arms around me in a firm hug.

“Mama, please,” I said, trying to sound embarrassed, but it relieved me to see her again, especially after almost thinking I was going to die at the claws of a dragon last night.

She let go of me and looked me over. “Oh, my son! You look famished and filthy!” She scowled. “Come home. I’ll make a big breakfast for you and you can have a hot bath straight after,” she decided with a firm nod. I would not fight her—not that I would have won.

Mama walked me home. As soon as she opened the door she exclaimed, “Look who’s home!”

*-*-*-*

So they’ve been dealt with? Ugauc asked as he tore apart a boar’s carcass, blood splattered against his emerald scales. It had been a week since the hunt, and Bracken and the rest of his team had not brought back a dragon, but they had brought back a dire wolf, which was enough to have them as part of the hunting squad. But our clan leader—who was Bracken’s father—had found out they had abandoned me mid-hunt, so they have been suspended from joining the hunting squad.

I flinched; I had yet to get used to Ugauc’s fierce eating methods. “For now,” I said ruefully.

Ugauc continued to tear the boar apart. We usually send traitors of dragon clans to the Queen’s arena to fight the fiercest of the clan; most don’t make it out alive.

I gave him a horrified look and thought of the best response. “I’m afraid we’re not dragons.”

Ugauc smiled as he ate. That is true. He swallowed his food. What about you? What are you going to do? Seeing as you weren’t part of the hunt.

“They gave me the option to join the squad, but I think I’d like to help teach young archers of our clan, or I might try out some new trades,” I said, nibbling on my snack; a pomegranate I was digging the seeds out of; one of the few fruits that grew in our harsh, snowy climate.

Ugauc dug around the carcass for the last of the meat left on the boar, before rolling it away and licking the blood from his chops and mouth. I will never understand how a creature can live their entire life eating plants and seeds. Meat is so tasty! You should try it sometime.

I shook my head. “Have you ever even tried plants?”

Ugauc paused. I’ve tried apples, mangoes, raspberries, blackberries, dragonberries and dragonfruit.

I stopped eating my seeds. “And what did you think of them?”

Apples, raspberries and blackberries are much too bitter for my taste. And dragonberries and dragonfruit have nothing to do with us! We barely even eat fruit! He raised his head snootily.

I laughed. “Well, at least you tried them,” I sighed. “I’ve never even seen most of them.”

Haven’t been around much, have you?

I shook my head.

Maybe we could do that in a while? Do some travelling together, I mean.

I thought for a moment. My parents sometimes talk about when they went travelling, when they were younger. I had always wanted to do the same with my future mate.

I smiled. “I’d love to do that.”

*-*-*-*

“Can you put me down now?” I asked. Ugauc held me firm in his grip. I had snuck off yet again to meet my boyfriend after almost a month of secretly dating.

Ugauc smirked. “No,” he replied smugly as he continued walking to his cave. Clouds were gathering above us. Blizzard clouds as I learned growing up in a village constantly being battered by snow.

“But I need to get home, Ugauc.”

“You’ll get caught in the storm if you go home now,” Ugauc said. “I’m not letting that happen.”

He was right; I knew he was, but I still had to get home.

“Ugauc,” I scolded. He let me go, and I stood in front of him. “I need to get home to my family.”

“You’ll freeze before you get to the village.” Ugauc said, trying to stay as calm as possible. “And I’ll be spotted if I fly to there, if the wind wasn’t already picking up.”

I sighed and turned around, walking towards his cave.

I rubbed my arms as I passed through the leafy vines hanging in the cave's mouth.

“I’ll gather some wood and start a fire for us,” Ugauc said, leaving the cave again.

“Stay safe!” I called after him. I was met with the sound of running water from the stream.

I moved over to the bed of animal hides, pulling a bison hide over my shoulders to keep me warm.

It wasn’t long before the wind howled outside, sending the vines into a swirling frenzy. I shivered, thinking of Ugauc out there. And with his wings... It’d be a long fight for him to get back.

Then I heard someone approach.

“Finally, you’re back,” I said, jumping to my feet.

But Ugauc wasn’t who came into the cave.

It was a female elf with long (H/C) hair and silvery robes.

“There you are, (Y/N),” she said.

“Eda?” I asked.

My sister smiled. “Yeah, of course it’s me, dummy,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. She looked around at the cave. “Woah! How did you find this place?” She turned to me. “And who were you waiting for?” She poked at the bison hide on my shoulders. “And how did you get this?”

“Eda, you—we—have to go,” I said, grabbing her wrist.

She furrowed her brow. “But you were here, so why do we have to leave?”

“(Y/N)! I’m back!” Ugauc shouted over the wind. Eda peered over my shoulder as he walked in.

I spun around, Ugauc dropped the wood in his arms. Eda stepped back, a horrified look on her face.

“Who is that?!” Ugauc and Eda exclaimed in unison.