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The Life of a Victor
First chapter is published!
I am relatively new to writing and publishing fanfic on AO3. Iām still learning the ropes and making adjustments. But, I really have high hopes for this fanfic!
Summary: Katniss Everdeen learns to navigate her life as a Victor while living under the Capitolās demand. A mentor, wife, and soon to be mother, she must weigh her choices to pursue the happiest life manageable and protect those she loves.
Iāll add a snippet to preview here:
As if the train were a bassinet, I long to feel it sway back and forth to lull me asleep. Only, it never does. It stays insistent in its fashion. Moving so fast I cannot feel it at all. The light fixture above me does not falter or attempt to. The decorative picture frames stay put. Glinting in the moonlight as we twist and turn through the countryside. It makes me sick, queasy to be exact. This stiffening feeling of being on a train for the rest of my life. Caught in a loop that I wish I was never a part of. The life of a Victor.
I close my eyes and focus on the events of the last day. An aged black car making tire tracks at the gates of Victorās Village. Hugging Prim and Mother farewell, promising to see them soon. Joining Peeta and Haymitch in the cramped backseat and meandering our way to the train station. Setting off to a week of parties in the Capitol, all dedicated to the Victor of the 79th Hunger Games. Today was not eventful in the slightest. Other than the meal that is better than anyone in District 12 could concoct. I sigh deeply before opening my eyes again to find a pair another staring back at me.
Out of defiance of his concern, I would close my eyes again, but I donāt. He knows I cannot sleep. Not on this train. Not in our bed. Not even in his arms, at least not for too long. Something I greatly appreciate about Peeta is his ability to read me without speaking. He does not say a word as he reaches a short distance to move the stray hairs from my face. Then goes to pet my bare arm softly. I watch his hand as he shoulders this and eventually drifts back to the blue of his eyes.
āWhat can I do for you?ā He asks quietly, a deep rasp in his throat that indicates he was sleeping moments ago.
What couldnāt he do for me? I could list a million things he could do, but I wonāt name them. I shake my head and scoot closer to his center. Where his beating heart massages my temple. Each time we board this train and inevitably spend our time in the Capitol, I worry Peeta will lose his scent. The sweet cinnamon and dill aroma that has become a comfort in times of chaos. He never does. It sticks to his hair no matter how much it is washed and styled. Heās constantly followed by these sentiments of home that keep me steady.
I acutely inhale and copy the movement of his fingers that are now at my hips. I trail soft fingertips over his freckled arms, I cannot see these freckles in the darkness of the train car, but I know theyāre there. Hundreds of multicolored dots litter his skin like wildflowers in the wilderness.
āYou can turn this train around.ā I joke pitifully. Removing my hand to adjust his own to massage where I am sore. He chuckles a little and lightly kisses my forehead. Weāve been married for nearly three years. It was arranged, yes, but sometimes I cannot help but feel like itās all real. That I married him for love and not to quell an uprising. Then, I get those paralyzing thoughts of the girl I used to be. Afraid of marriage, of any sort of domestic life, because it could be ripped away from her in a second.
Now, I am without choice in the matters of anything. I live my life how President Snow wants me to. Putting away my bow and arrows and replacing them with a shiny diamond ring and a title I can never deny. Mother.
Six months roughly. Thatās how far along I am. Prim reminds me all of the time. Updating me on sizes and little facts I wonder where she learned. Surely not in school. Maybe from our mother, but, I doubt it. She had been very despondent to the idea of being a grandmother. I donāt blame her. Prim gloats over it quite often. Asking all sorts of questions about the life growing inside of me.
This was never my intention, yet I knew it was coming. Somehow I made myself believe I would never have children in the position I am in. A Victor. That within a few years Peeta and I would slowly be forgotten and we could forget. I kick myself for being so naive. All it took was threats to our families and we agreed. Taking a few months to conceive but eventually became successful. I cried for a month. I still cry. Not because of the hormones, but for the guilt I feel over the little person who wriggles inside of me. A death sentence has already been written. Peeta tells me not to think of it that way. Or think of it at all. I can tell that heās pained by it just as much as I am, but in brief, fleeting moments I can see the joy of fatherhood radiating off him.
I normally donāt like anyone touching my protruding stomach, even I fein from it. I, however, let Prim, and in the heat of the moment, let Peeta. Reaching for his hand again I place it on my swell. His touch calms me, rubbing soothing circles and smiling when thereās a kick in response.
We donāt speak for the rest of the night. I plant a few kisses on his collarbone and he to my head. I try to bury my thoughts deep within the covers. Tossing them out the cracked train window. Disposing of them so I can get some
semblance of sleep. With time, I do, just to be awoken a few mere hours later by nightmares of screaming infants being ripped from my arms.
Breakfast comes quicker than anticipated. Morning sun stretching and bending in the windows of the compartments. Tall pines caked in snow leaving streaks of blues and whites ablur outside. When I enter the dining car, Haymitch is wide awake and reading a magazine. Feet crossed and propped in an adjacent chair. Making use of Effieās absence, as she would have lost her wig if she ever saw him doing this.
āMorning, sunshine.ā Haymitch nods, his eyes peering up at me from his reading glasses. Mother says thatās an effect of alcohol: poor vision. Seeing him like this makes me want to snicker, and say something rude about my mentor being old. But I know better than that. It is too early for our childish arguments and I am not in the sunniest mood his nickname implied I was.
Instead of replying, I shove a few strawberries into my mouth. Then I sit two chairs away from where his bare feet ruin the fine velvet chair. I hear Peetaās footsteps before his greeting. A sleepy but alert āgood morningā. Inferring he slept similarly to how I did, I send him a little smile that he can hopefully read as my apology. Sleep has never been an easy concept for us. Every minute of it, that is not of nightmares and tortuous memories, is precious.
It is Haymitch that chimes in first. āBusy night?ā He asks. I cannot remember the last time he cared, and why should he? I look over to Peeta who has stopped chewing his eggs and looks suspiciously at our mentor. I notice the little, lavender-grey bags that hang from Peetaās eyes. I have not looked in a mirror but I would guess I look more disheveled than my husband.
āWalls are thin. Thatās all Iām saying.ā Haymitch adds. Looking up at us again. Waiting for a response, but all I can think of is my screaming. Which is nothing new to him, or out of the ordinary.
āWeāre married, Haymitch,ā Peeta states defensively. I look around questioningly and dig my fork into the roasted potatoes splayed across my plate. āAnd our compartments are nowhere near each other. Which means you were eavesdropping. Just when I thought you couldnāt get more disgusting.ā
With an eye roll from the drunkard, he moans, āJust keep it in your pants when Iām in the vicinity. The least you could do.ā I see him point at me from my peripheral. Blood rising to the apples of my cheeks and peaks of my ears. āAnd maybe donāt beg so loud, Sweetheart. The whole train thought Peeta was dying.ā
Reminiscing last night caused my blush to deepen. Steamy kisses that tasted of hot chocolate. Peeta and Iās clothes were haphazardly thrown across the bathroom. Somehow we managed to fit in the tiny shower together. That is where the first part of the night began. The rest on the plush sheets of the bed.
Peeta managed to get a book about pregnancy. A detailed manual about what to expect from the expecting mother and soon-to-be infant. Foods to eat and not to. What parts of the body may ache and how to combat it. The activities the baby does in the womb: kick, open its eyes, gain the ability to hear. My husband informed me of the side effects too. Increased libido is one. I did not believe himāor should I say the bookābut I was wrong. From the brush of his hands against the small of my back to the chaste kisses we share often. I feel that swirl of hunger in my gut that beckons me for more.
Snapping my eyes over at Haymitch, not giving the benefit of my reaction. I chew harder on my breakfast and shoot Peeta an aggravated look. Last night was not the first time we have had sex during our travels. Thinking about it, we may have done it every time we have been on this train for the last couple of years.
āCan you keep your nose out of our relationship? Go to the bar or something.ā I tell our mentor, to which he obliges.
Peeta reaches for my hand across the table and gently rubs his thumb over my knuckles. He does not have to say the words, I feel them in his touch. Apologizing for Haymitchās behavior. Peeta has been frequent with apologies lately. Saying āsorryā for the looks I get and questions Iām asked regarding the baby. I tell him each time itās not his fault. Thereās no need for him to ask forgiveness, but he does anyway.
Before long, we arrive in the Capitol. The glistening reflections of windows bouncing off the surrounding skyline. Looking improved by renovation from our last visit six months ago. Remaking the Capitol so often, it is hardly the city I saw for the first time years ago. Sheets of snow pile on the ground. Falling from the mountains and sprinkling the decorative coats of the paparazzi and crowd. Five years since the 74th Games and still, it is like we won yesterday. The way the people flock to us and try to capture bits of our presence. Peeta brushes them away with a smile. I try to ignore them when they reach for my stomach.
My pregnancy was announced during the Hunger Games six months ago. Mentors congregate in a rooftop plaza, they share drinks and talk like friends once their tributes die. At the time, our oldest tribute was still alive. Eighteen and a boy from the Seam: Abriel Sampson was bitten by a rattlesnake in the desert arena and was going to die without medicine. If it werenāt for being instructed to announce the coming of our baby, Peeta and I would have done it anyway for sponsors.
Caesar Flickerman stopped usāwe left Haymitch to watch our remaining tributeāand interviewed us for updates on our married life.
āI help my family at the bakery still, Katniss does too,ā Peeta told him when he asked what we were up to. Half a lie.
āIām not the best baker.ā My reply prompts a laugh from the crowd of sponsors and reporters. Peeta always wraps a sturdy arm around me when we make a sort of appearance. His hand fell to the crease of my waist in a protectively reassuring way. It was Peeta who told them. He knew I could not let the words escape my mouth, not without shutting down and running away as fast as I could.
āWe actually have a surprise,ā Peeta says, a hint of his voice happy. I watched as every pair of eyes opened wider, Caesar's lipstick turning into a grin. āWell tell us! Donāt keep us waiting. Panem wants to know!ā
Panem wants to know. I imagined my mother and sister, my in-laws, my once best friend, and his family, watching the screen. Seeing Peeta and I as a united front and about to announce what would change the course of our lives forever.
Peeta looked down at me and I up at him. I pretended to be happy at that moment. With a plastered smile and nudge to my husband. āKatniss and I are going to have a baby.ā
Abriel lasted a few more days with the medicine we got for him. But, like always, it was never enough.
We stay in the Tribute Center. On the twelfth floor in our same penthouse. The showers are the same, spacious chamber of suds and smells. The furniture has been rearranged and replaced. Switching colors to match the season like every year. Peeta and Iās schedule is lenient until the evenings. When we have been ordered to eat dinner with high-ranking Capitolites. Haymitch does not come to those outings or any outings. The only reason he is here is to attend the grand party at the Presidentās Mansion in a few days.
Effie makes her appearance before our first dinner. Arriving in an elaborate, frilly blue coat accustomed to the chilling winds outside. One look at me and she is sent into a blubbering fit.
āOh, my Victor! Youāre radiant, dear.ā Effie dabs away tears to save her powdery makeup. She hugs me tenderly and makes a shocked gasp. āWhy Katniss you are huge! Must be those broad shoulders, eh Peeta? If Iād known better, I would think you are about to pop!ā Effie giggles and taps an already-dressed Peeta on the shoulder in reference.
āSheās only six months, Effie.ā My husband tells her.
āAh, ah, 31 weeks.ā The escort corrects. Blindsiding me a little. I know that babies are (hopefully) born at nine months, but putting it in weeks makes me feel a little breathless. If I am 31 weeks like Effie has said, I only have nine to go. If everything goes smoothly.
My hair and makeup have already been done, which makes Effieās job a lot simpler: ensuring I am dressed properly. Cinna and Portia have been exceedingly busy, she tells me. The two have been working on our outfits for the party. Cinna sent an assistant of his to get my measurements earlier. Iām sure this pregnancy has made his job twenty times as difficult. Everything about my body has changed. My waist has expanded along with my hips. My thighs have grown to labor this baby. Breasts doubled and filled with milk to eventually feed the little child.
Effie clothes me in a velvet, red, trench coat. Lined in pink accents and tied with a bow over my stomach. Like a wrapped present. I harrumph in annoyance when she shows me in the mirror. It is beautiful and fancy, and I am almost positive Cinna made it. Which makes me feel even worse for criticizing it negatively.
A pink dress that is the same color as the coatās lining is what I wear under the jacket. Long enough to touch my ankles, but not enough to hide my feet. I am put in heels that pinch at my toes and do nothing for my swollen feet. I should know better when it comes to the Capitol. Iām quite used to not getting what I want. However, it makes me choked up at how unbelievably uncomfortable I am. Looking in the mirror and not seeing a sliver of the girl who volunteered for her sister.
Living with Peeta for so long has taught me something special. He never outright says it but I have seen it in how he acts. Peeta always searches for the rays of sunshine in the bitterly horrible world. So I think of what is a positive to avoid tears.
This time of year in the Capitol is better than the rest. No active games are occurring or twenty-three unlucky returning home in a pine box. I donāt have to sit and watch as my tributes die like I have done every year since I have mentored. Winter means partying. Good food and reacquainting with friends. But, it also means starvation in the districts. It also means prying questions about my baby. It also means Iām further away from home and closer to the evil clutches of President Snow.
āChin up, Katniss.ā Effie scolds me as if Iām still the sixteen-year-old who was sentenced to death.
#Iām really excited and also hoping to stick to this. it will take me a while fs bc of school and life but Iām going to try real hard#buggiebite#the hunger games#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#thg#district 12#fanfic#primrose everdeen#Mrs Everdeen#gale hawthorne#Willow Mellark#everlark married#Katniss Mellark#toastbaby
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The Hunger Games has the FUNNIEST arranged marriage of all time btw. Katniss realizes she'll have to marry Peeta and she's obviously upset so Haymitch tries to comfort her by saying "you could do a lot worse" and Katniss is like "well DUH of course I could do worse than Peeta he's the best & handsomest person on the face of the planet but that's not the POINT I want to be able to choose for MYSELF". Then she goes and chooses Peeta anyway lol. Comedy gold I tell you
#thg#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#she's the personification of that āwell now i don't want toā meme#Katniss post war:#ānow that the people who were forcing me to marry Peeta are dead#i can finally get back to doing what I want#which is to marry peetaā
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Peeta really was the most delusional person ever because he saw Katnissā reaction to his possible death TWICE and still thought she was gonna turn out alright if he just died in front of her at the end of the Quarter Quell, like IDK what to tell you my guy you are blind
#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#everlark#the hunger games#catching fire#the first time was when katniss freaked out at the end of the first games during peetaās surgery and they showed the footage of that later#and the second time was when he hit the force field and she completely lost it and couldnāt stop sobbing after he woke up#peeta saw all of that and was like hmmmmm itās okay she will learn to live through the trauma of losing me and marry gale#his low self esteem was working overtime
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The Hunger Games trilogy from Peetaās perspective really is the most insane genie level wish fulfillment Iāve ever heard. He gets the love of his life, marries her, has babies with her, and in the process starts a revolution and it only cost him his leg, his sanity, and his whole family.
#mer.txt#like imagine him having to explain this to himself at like five#like yes we get there and we marry Katniss but like#honey you got a big storm coming#and tiny Peeta squaring up and going#worth it#everlark#hunger games
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can we please talk about how clueless PEETA was??? like.... katniss dropped the line "i do. i need you." and bro literally thought "wow! shes such a great actress.... i wish she liked me :("
#theyre both clueless#i love them so so so much#the hunger games#āno gale she wants uā NO TF SHE DOESNT???#katniss everdeen#everlark#katniss and peeta supremacy#peeta mellark#they could be married for 30 years and peeta would be like āwow! katniss must be really committed to her acting!!ā
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Katniss is the kind of person to invite Peeta over for dinner and tell no one (except maybe Prim) then get pissed off when someone asks why heās here. (Because she invited him, dummy š¤¬)
Eventually people just stop asking why Peetaās following her around like a puppy in fear of retaliation. Even when he comes stumbling out from her bedroom in the morning and continues to do so for the next thirty years.
#Peetaās smart he wonāt question it himself and is just along for the ride#donāt ruin a good thing#I know girlie would jump through all the hoops she can to avoid confrontation about her and Peetaās relationship LOLOL#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#the hunger games#thg#theyād get married without telling anyone#and would only drop the news after they have their first kid lmaoo
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Maybe a hot take....
But Katniss Everdeen having children and being married isn't agasint feminism. It's representing a kind of woman certein circles of feminism don't consider feminist.
Females wanting to be mothers and wives, and being extreamly HAPPY with that life is (or at least SHOULD be) extreamly feminist. JUST AS MUCH as woman wanting careers, or to be warriors, or leaders. The only way it's NOT is if it is potrayed one of these paths are the ONLY thing woman should want/can acomplish.
Katniss is able to choose the life that brings her joy and happyness as she works to heal. And that choice is backed up by many things in text that show that, given her own say in anything, she'd want a world where she can have these things.
That, to me, is FAR MORE feminist that half of the more recent "strong female characters" and I said what I said.
#This means a lot to me if you all can't tell. I'm sorry I kinda went off.#I feel more represented by Katniss in this context then SO many 'strong female characters' today. Woman are allowed to want children#and want to be married. Cause woman in reall life want and enjoy that life too.#Everlark#Katniss Everdeen#The Hunger Games#Slightly meta
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Katniss actually said that if not for the existence of the Games and Panem's shitty state in general, that she, at 17 years old, could possibly be married and pregnant. Full-on teen mothering it with her dandelion in the spring if Panem could chill out for a sec and stop killing children. And then she proceeded to fantasize about Peeta and his child safe in the meadow. This thought alone gave her one of three nights of restful sleep without drugs post-Games during the series (the other two being when she was in Peeta's arms).
And yet when the Games did end permanently and Katniss indeed went ahead and married/committed to Peeta and had a family with him at about 30 years old, some people still did a surprise Pikachu face and complained it was out of character.
WHAT MORE DID SHE HAVE TO DO TO FORESHADOW THE ENDING?
#quote for those who want it:#(in reference to Peeta's baby bomb)#Isn't it the thing I dreaded most about the wedding about the future-the loss of my children to the Games?#And it could be true now couldn't it?#If I hadn't spent my life building up layers of defenses until I recoil at even the suggestion of marriage or a family?#(only change is the commas are taken out b/c tags)#girl basically acknowledged her trauma and said without it she could be married and pregnant at 17 that is WILD#having a secret toasting and then having sex with peeta (as this was the āitā she was referring to)#the hunger games#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#everlark#catching fire
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I- uhhh- um- I just- well- uhhh-
#i should really start an art tag#the hunger games#peeta mellark#everlark#tagging everlark so we remember hes MARRIED#but um.......... yeah#the whole time i was making this#i was thinking about that post thats like#*touches six pack*#who did this to you
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Can I Have You For A Dance?
Life got better. Each season brought festivities. Every Saturday night brought music and laughter. Katniss was never much of a dancer, but couldnāt refuse when her husband would ask so kindly.
#married Everlark#district 12 is folky and ik they did line dances and they definitely brought it back#date night for mom and dad#buggiebite#the hunger games#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#Katniss Mellark#katniss everdeen fanart#fanart#thg#district 12#the hunger games fanart
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Someone had the audacity to say Katniss had no character development?!??
āMy nightmares are usually about losing you,ā he says. āIām okay once I realize youāre here.ā Ugh. Peeta makes comments like this in such an offhand way, and itās like being hit in the gut. Heās only answering my question honestly. Heās not pressing me to reply in kind, to make any declaration of love. But I still feel awful, as if Iāve been using him in some terrible way. Have I? I donāt know. I only know that for the first time, I feel immoral about him being here in my bed. Which is ironic since weāre officially engaged now. āBe worse when weāre home and Iām sleeping alone again,ā he says.ā
Like my girl goes from being awkward and uncomfortable about a mere comment to flirting back with him.
āDo you think weād have ended up like this if only one of us had won?ā he asks, glancing around at the other victors. āJust another part of the freak show?ā āSure. Especially you,ā I say. āOh. And why especially me?ā he says with a smile. āBecause you have a weakness for beautiful things and I donāt,ā I say with an air of superiority. āThey would lure you into their Capitol ways and youād be lost entirely.ā āHaving an eye for beauty isnāt the same thing as a weakness," Peeta points out, "Except perhaps when it comes to you.ā
I mean like look at her initiating?!!!???
Oh and let's not forget her ultimate line.
"I do", I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.
I think people really need to redefine what character development means. Because the core of someone's personality doesn't change all that much, Katniss at the end of the day is still stubborn and impulsive. If you changed everything about a character you might as well be writing someone else, staying true to certain traits your character has is realistic writing. Because as humans certain attributes never really change, we only learn to make exceptions or adapt for certain people or situations.
And that is what happens to Katniss, she leans to stop being stubborn and accept Peeta's love but only for him. In other aspects she continues to be stiff, such as never taking order from authorities, trying run from her squad. All impulsive and stubborn acts, true to her original character.
#I do#omg āI doā sounds like a wedding vow#my babies pretty much got married in CF#everlark#katniss and peeta#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#katniss x peeta#the hunger games#my babies
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toast and dandelions
#very much in the they got married immediately camp#dandelions primrose and orange wildflowers flowers#suzanne collins#the hunger games fanart#the hunger games#thg#thg mj#mj#mockingjay#epilogue#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#everlark#district 12#everlark wedding#katniss mellark
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hah @boywiththebreadpeeta <3
#i love this boy so much#married him 1000 times in my head btw#katniss everdeen rp#rp blog#katniss everdeen#the hunger games#hunger games#roleplay#peeta mellark#thg#the hunger games katniss#ask blog#the hunger games peeta#katniss and peeta#everlark
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I think something we don't take into account when thinking about Katniss (that people who solely take into consideration the film may not like...)
Katniss doesn't seperate (romantic) love from being married and having kids. Like at all. When she considers romantic feelings, marriage and children are what she puts into the basket to weigh. Being in love means to be married to her, to have children. Thats why she rejects them, and why they scare her. She can't be in love without linking her life to that person, without the idea of marrying them or children. That is always part of it, for Katniss.
She never considers maybe casually dating Peeta OR Gale. If she explores these relationships romantically, to her that almost certeinly means she will be eventually marrying them. Having kids. And it's not like she doesn't know it's possible. She says herself she's heard other girls talking about relationships, ones of high schools. Most of these likely without even the mention of marriage, and certeinly not children. No it's just that she's linked them in her head because thats what it is to her as a person. That's what she chooses for it to mean to her.
But oh yes. This is the girlboss, the rebel leader who don't need no man (heavy eye roll implied there).
I think the interesting question is if there is a cause to think, what is it aside from Katniss just valueing that kind of steps in romantic relationships? Part of me thinks it is simply an extention of Katniss, while not always the most confident or sure at 16-17 years old does not do what she DOES choose half way. Once she is in, she is ALL in with everything she does and to me, that could contributes to this connection for her.
On top of, while it does unravel with the death of her father she grew up with what we see even through small glimpes is a extreamly happy and loving version of this kind of family and end goal for romantic relationships. What a loving marriage looks like, what loving parents and loved children look like.
And I would like to add because I see this painfully often. No. This is not sending some anti-feminist message...say it with me: Because Katniss CHOOSES this, and it directly is canonically shown to make her happy. There are also several other female characters with diverse goals and positions. Including leadership. Just, so we are all clear.
#Everlark#katniss everdeen#Peeta Mellark#The Hunger Games#Meta#Partal character anaylsis#I like to think Peeta finds this out when they actually start talking about marraige.#He has to explain there wouldn't be any expectation of kids if they were married. They can just be married and choose not to have kids.#And that takes a hot second to set in. She never is entirely fully settled about it either. Though she is VERY happy it irks her.#Until toastbabies happen of course.
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#he married an archer he knows what he's talking about#everlark#the hunger games#peeta mellark#johanna mason#catching fire#mockingjay#thg
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katniss and the guy she told gale not to worry about ššššš
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