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in honor of sotr, here is a mr and mrs everdeen mood board (ft haymitch from that one fan made vid of his games!). this one is based on meet the everdeens!
#mood board monday#i promise i’m bringing it back for real this time#tbh i haven’t re-read this fic since i posted the last chapter so i hope i got the vibes right#bonus lore: before mr and mrs everdeen started dating mrs everdeen would smooch haymitch’s gf on the cheek whenever they got drunk#haymitch understood it was a friendly peck mr everdeen was all obvious like “are they in a throuple? damn i rlly liked her..”#idk how nicely that fits into the pre-established lore bc i don’t rlly remember anything abt this story but it’s probably a nice addition#mr everdeen#mrs everdeen#mr everdeen x mrs everdeen
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Do you ever think about
Peeta being 5 years old on his first day of school and noticing this girl in a red plaid dress with her hair in two braids that his father points out to him. And then he sees this girl stand up on a stool and sing in front of the whole class and he notices that the birds stop to listen, just like his dad had told him they did for her father.
Peeta being 6 or 7 years old, practicing his cake icing behind the counter of the bakery. And then the father of the girl who wore the red dress comes into the bakery singing a song and Peeta raises his head to see if the birds stop to listen. And they do.
Peeta being 11 years old, standing behind his mother as she yells at that very same girl, looking hunger-stricken and so weak, for looking through their rubbish bins. Watching her as moves just a little bit away until she's behind their pigpen, leaning on their apple tree for support. Hurrying back inside and burning two loaves of good hearty bread, filled with raisins and nuts. Checking over his shoulder as he wills the crusts to blacken faster. Feeling his mother deliver a blow to his cheek with a burning hot tool, falling to the floor. Being told to go out and give the blackened bread to the pigs but waiting until his mother has gone back inside to throw the bread to the girl. Going back inside and watching as she takes it and hurries away. Seeing the girl at school the next day and wanting to catch her eye, waiting and waiting for her to meet his eyes. But the one time she does, she looks away quickly, towards a dandelion, smiles and plucks it from the ground.
Peeta being 12, 13, 14, 15 years old, finding himself constantly sneaking glances at the girl. Wanting desperately to go over to her, talk to her, see if he could make her smile. He sees her watching him back. But then he shakes his head and tells himself to knock it off. Plus she seems to be with that older boy a lot.
Peeta being 16 years old. Staring at the floor until he hears her sister's name. Feels the air go out of him when he sees her push through the crowd and volunteer. Fixing his eyes on her, watching her stand up there, heading far far away from him. Oh, how he wishes he would have talked to her when they had had time. So lost in his thoughts of her that he almost misses his own name being called out. Feels the eyes on him, a pair that must belong to her too, following him as he makes his way to join her on the stage. Shaking her hand and hoping she knows he chooses her.
Peeta being 16 years old, in the games. Deciding that she can win, she can survive, she must live. Letting the whole of Panem know his feelings for her. Choosing to join the Careers to lead them away from her. Choosing to save her even if it means getting his leg slashed by Cato. Finding a place to conceal himself, hoping death comes sooner rather than later. Hoping she's okay, that she's made it. Listening out for cannons and watching the sky, hoping she doesn't appear, as he bleed outs. Hears the rule change one evening and cries, because it's too late now for him.
Peeta being 16 years old and she's found him. She's called out his name and she's found him. And she's helping him. He's struggling and dying and weak, a hindrance more than a help, but she stays by him constantly, watching him closely like she's done for years but now it's up close. And soon she's kissing him and though he's tired and draining all the time, this sets off a spark in him that makes him feel alive. Joking with her, teasing her, sleeping with her curled up against him, hearing her laugh at his jokes, feeling her touch and reaching out to mirror her touches, kissing her. And soon his crush, this care he's felt for this girl, develops into feelings that are stronger, feelings that feel a lot like love. And they talk and they talk. She risks her life trying to get the medicine that will save him and he realises he completely underestimated her.
Peeta being 16 years old and a victor. But he's not the only one. She's right there beside him and he can't believe his luck. Hope. Love. The future lies out ahead of them. But then something is wrong. Haymitch tells them to keep it up until they're back but he doesn't realise there's anything to keep up. Finding out that there was something a bit too shiny and sparkling about these last few weeks. Something not completely real. Feeling something horrible twist inside him. Letting go of this girl and taking a step back, because something hurts deep in his chest.
Peeta being 17 years old, going about his days back in Twelve. Painting, fending off nightmares with a paintbrush, walking by her house everyday, noticing when the lights are on or off in her bedroom. Then they're going on a victory tour and the feelings he's tried to cover up with bakery bread and painted canvases and set alight again because there she is, holding his hand on stage, kissing him at times where he even doesn't anticipate it, smiling up at him in a way that ties his stomach into a million different knots. At night he hears her screaming and runs into her room. Whispers to her til she's conscious, holds her until she's calm in his arms and slips into her bed to hold her until they fall asleep. His own nightmares stay away, their interwoven limbs creating a barrier against them.
Peeta being 17 years old, spending every day in her glow. They're friends now. She might not have chosen him but he can't make himself stay away now, not now that she needs him. Listening to her ideas, wanting to run away with her. Talking to her on the phone. Baking her cheese buns and carrying her up and down stairs. Still holding her while she sleeps. Painting pictures for her family book. Sitting with her in the quiet, feeling her breath close to him. Looking up and smiling at her furrowed brows. Catching her look at him all the time.
Peeta being 17 years old, going back into the games. Making her train, choosing her again. Withdrawing because she has to win. She has to. But seeing her, weary and tired, a mirror of himself, he can't help but open his arms to her, feel her warmth beneath him. And it only furthers his resolve. Fighting, fighting, fighting. Always to make sure she makes it out alive. Feels her mirror his love, his kisses, his touches. And one night, he loses her. He can hear her but he can't see her. And then everything changes.
Peeta being 17 years old, living in a world where shiny images fight their way against other images that are matte in his memory. She's far away now, he's not sure where. But he knows she's alive. Why else would they torture him and the people around him. And he always says he doesn't know, knowing what it will mean. But he'd still suffer those same consequences even if he knew what they needed. Still needing to protect her.
Peeta being 17 years old and here she is in front of him. But his head roars at the sight of her and he doesn't know why. She's anxious and weak and damaged, but the alarms are going off in his head. The shininess takes over in this new setting. And he doesn't know why, but he knows something is very wrong. They take him away then. Try to undo something that needs to be undone.
Peeta being 17 years old, not sure which way is up and which way is down. But he sees her, watches her. And then he's sent off on a mission with her. This girl that consumes his every thought, on both sides of the war that's going on in his head and he doesn't know what to do. The shiny and his memory are still fighting, and it leaves him so tired. Seeing her, hearing her speak brings memories out of the recesses of his mind. He starts to piece together a puzzle that's been scattered in his mind. Feeling feelings that he once felt in his chest. Real or not real? Green. Orange. The colour of her dress. Cheese buns. Lamb stew in their den. Because that's what you and I do. Protect each other. Knowing it's true and knowing he must.
Peeta being 18 years old, coming back to Twelve after the war. For her. Seeing primroses growing and digging them up, bringing them to her house. Planting them for her. Seeing her again, weary and tired and broken. But she's here. And so is that feeling in his chest that was buried under shiny images that he has since ripped up and discarded. Walking with her through town. Having meals with her, making sure she has cheese buns. Seeing her start to smile again. Climbing into bed with her so that they can create that barrier again, the one that holds off their nightmares. Tentatively kissing her and feeling that fire rage again.
Peeta in his late 30s, watching Katniss lay out a picnic basket in the meadow. Seeing the sunlight fall against her hair and skin, making them shine in a way he knows is real. See the dancing girl weave around the items Katniss lays out. Laughs as the boy with the chubby legs tries to keep up. Walks over to them with the freshly baked cheese buns and sets them down in the space she's left vacant. Feels her smile trained on him before he turns his head to see it. Kisses her softly and breaks away laughing as the dark-haired girl covers her eyes and the blonde boy looks between them. Sits down as Katniss lays her head in his lap. While their children eat cheese buns and make up games in the grass, they sit there in the sunshine, taking it all in. Katniss makes a flower crown using the dandelions growing around her while Peeta runs runs his hand through her hair. He looks down into her eyes just as she tilts her head back to look at him. Knowing that they don't need to freeze this moment.
#headcanoning that mrs mellark only noticed katniss was there rummaging in the bins because she caught her son staring out the window#staring out the window with a cone of icing in his hands not moving at all#mesmerised by something outside and when she went over to see what he was looking at#there she saw her#the little seam girl#this ended up being so long#my BAD#it almost read like a fanfic my god#everlark#peeta x katniss#katniss x peeta#katniss and peeta#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#the hunger games
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Do you think Everlark got in a fist fight over who was taking who's surname when they got married
#peeta pounding the ground damning snow for bombing 12 and getting rid of 12 years of notebooks/schoolwork filled with 'Mr. Katniss Everdeen'#all the potential baby names gone too#'Katniss Jr.'#'Katniss Everdeen the II'#'Katniss Peeta Mellark Everdeen the V'#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#everlark#thg#the hunger games peeta#the hunger games#the hunger games peeta mellark#peeta x katniss#katniss x peeta#peeta and katniss#katniss and peeta#thg peeta#thg katniss#the hunger games katniss#katniss#peeta#everlark headcanons#the hunger games movie#hunger games series#the hunger games series#the hunger games trilogy#thg series#thg headcanons#catching fire#mockingjay
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i'm in an unhinged haysilee mood right now? for some reason? if anyone cares?
#i love them and their vibe works for anything#enemies to platonic besties.#enemies to best friends to lovers#two peeps that like each other and will die mad about it#or maysie being number one chaff+haymitch stan and him rooting for her and Mrs everdeen#like it ALL works#haysilee#haysileeedit#mineaesthetic#**mine#haymitchabernathyedit#maysileedonneredit#haymitch x maysilee#haymitch abernathy#maysilee donner#the hunger games#thgedit#thehungergamesedit#thg#district 12#this could also work for gadge BTW#gadge is kinda just mini haysilee to me lol#don't ask me about the blond girl pic i just looked up maysilee aesthetic on Pinterest and found it#plus... pretty blond girl okay!#this looks like a b*llarke moodboard but haysilee run circles around bc so :)
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Surely someone must have written the Everlark Gilmore Girls AU right? Because like -
Fiercely independent single mother Katniss Everdeen raising her sweet, intelligent daughter Prim (who is so close in age they’re practically sisters), and friends with the bakery/café owner Peeta who keeps her fed in cheese buns and bread, and sees her everyday while quietly and patiently pining.
FT: Best friend Madge who Katniss later opens a business with. Grumpy town eccentric Haymitch. Flamboyant dance studio owner and gossip Effie. Prim's best friend Rue who Katniss also ends up mothering because that's who she is. Estranged mother Mrs Everdeen who Katniss felt abandoned by but adores Prim. Local fashion designer Cinna who took Katniss in when she first arrived. And then Prim’s father and Katniss’s teenage sweetheart Gale comes back around periodically wanting another chance but doesn’t realise they’ve changed too much to ever be together.
#the hunger games#everlark AU#gilmore girls AU#everlark#peeta x katniss#bout to go exploring on fanfic.net and a03 because surely this much exist#i'm not sure what Katniss does in this universe#i can't see her as an inn keeper#and figuring out the mrs everdeen relationship - she's so different from Emily the relationship is almost the opposite#but although the personalities are so different in terms of roles in the story and their relationship with Lorelai/Katniss#Peeta = Luke#Gale = Christopher#is PERFECT#Haymitch I feel isn't anyone specific in Stars Hollow#but just screams townie energy#and fulfils some Babette/Kirk/Taylor combo#Effie = Miss Patty is easy#Cinna as Mia because he keeps Katniss the care and nurturing she needs#is Snow the Chilton headmaster?#the Chilton is the capital#would Finnick & Annie be the adorable neighbours?
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Okay so let me be cringe and free but I’ve had a little ‘project’ idea for quite some time about making wiki-adjacent things and one totally specific thing on my mind has been ships.
Not just like shipping in a meta-fandom way (which that interests me too, but that’s another convo for a different day), but in an “individual ship appeal” way.
Like, using a Hunger Games specific example: Everlark. Everlark (Katniss x Peeta) has been analyzed literally ever since the books came out, but still.
Anyways, all this to say, there will be a ‘shipping’ themed post sometime hopefully soon(??)
(I will be EXCLUDING any pro-shipping things. I do no want to discuss that, so please do not mention any minors/adults or anything the like)
(Some of these are super niche and I don’t expect a lot of various answers, but I wanted to list out nearly every possible ship with Haymitch) ↴
#the hunger games#haymitch abernathy#sunrise on the reaping#effie trinket#mrs everdeen#hunger games ships#shipping poll#hunger games poll#thg haymitch#sotr#quarter quell#hayffie#hazelle hawthorne#plutarch heavensbee#haymitch x maysilee#haysilee#crackship#rarepair#thg series#I’m so curious guys this is for research#just kidding it absolutely is not#but I still want to know#hunger games victors#character x oc#character x character#character polls
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mother
summary: willow mellark can’t stop crying, and katniss stubbornly refuses any help from her mother.
pairing: post!mockingjay peeta mellark x katniss everdeen
a/n: i really love fics that explore katniss’s internal struggles with being a mom & prim’s absence in that… so i wrote my take! enjoyyyy
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three in the morning. it was three in the morning and still, sleep had not won over the incessant cries bouncing off of peeta and katniss’s bedroom walls.
katniss knew something was wrong the moment she heard the shrill cries, unlike any she’d ever heard, tear from her newborn baby girl’s small mouth. they were high pitched and never ending, surviving through countless attempts at feedings, diaper changes, and even a bath which left their bathroom floor flooded.
“peeta, she won’t stop!” katniss wanted to rip all the hair out of her scalp. “why won’t she stop?!”
“we’ve tried everything,” peeta said over the screams, his hands tugging at the roots of his hair as he paced back and forth. “we should call-“
“no,” katniss snapped, her clothes wet with their daughter’s tears, who was cradled in her arms, disheveled on her body. “no, we can do this.”
“we have been doing this,” peeta said, exasperated. he almost looked worse than katniss did, hair frazzled and eye bags drooping down to the middle of his nose. “i think it’s best we call-“
“we aren’t calling my mother.” katniss said definitely, stroking the wet pudgy cheek of her baby, red with the strain of her cries. her tiny fists clenched up against her face.
peeta ran a hand down his face, stopping to rub furiously at his eyes, “katniss, there’s no harm in asking her for help.”
“by the time she even gets here willow might’ve stopped.” katniss lied straight though her teeth, knowing very well their night was far from over without her mother there to help. “i can do this, i’m her mother.”
one of the many reasons why katniss never wanted kids was because she felt unworthy of being a mother. holding a title so precious, so serious, she’d assumed ‘tribute’ and ‘victor’ was more fitting. surely, katniss everdeen had no maternal instinct to anyone but her sister.
prim. suddenly, the thought of her crept into her mind as willow screamed bloody murder. how perhaps, if prim got to be a mother, her baby wouldn’t be so miserable. katniss always knew prim be better at this than she could ever dream of.
and it was a nightmare.
katniss could feel the tears burn behind her eyes, her nose stuffing up and her lips beginning to swell. the both of them crying would do absolutely no good, but the lack of sleep and the overwhelming feeling of not being good enough was more than she could take.
peeta recognized this, his facial features softening as he slowly approached her. “katniss, give me her.”
“no,” katniss shouted over willow, her voice breaking without warning. “i-“ she hiccuped a cry, “i can be this for her. let me be this for her.”
“you don’t have to prove anything, katniss.” peeta said softly, holding his hands out expectedly for his baby. “let me hold her while you take a break.”
reluctantly, katniss handed willow over to peeta, his lips curling into a solemn smile as he looked down at her, as if it would make her stop. her crying persisted, getting so bad to where they both wondered if haymitch would call from next door to put in a noise complaint.
katniss sat on the edge of the bed, watching through blurry, wet eyes as peeta paced back and forth, bouncing willow in his strong arms. she looked so small compared to him, her face buried snugly in his chest as she wet his shirt with tears and snot.
“cmon willow, what’s wrong?” he mumbled, using his other hand to rub down his face again.
“what if she’s sick?” katniss asked aloud, “what if somethings hurting her, what if-“
“i suggested we call your mother,” peeta reminded.
katniss rolled her swollen eyes, “i-“ she swallowed a sob, “i- i don’t-“ her chest began to weigh down on her. “we can’t call her-“
she hasn’t spoken to her mother since willow was born, and that was almost three months ago. it was like she knew katniss would be a bad mother, hovering over her the few days after the birth, till she finally decided to go. it made katniss breathe a sigh of relief when she heard the front door shut.
“breathe, katniss.”
katniss hadn’t even realized her eyes were clenched shut and she was shaking, choked sobs getting caught in her throat. peeta was bent down in front of her, willow still crying from the bassinet in the corner peeta had placed her in. his hands were on her knees, rubbing comforting circles.
“i cant even get my own baby to stop crying!” she sobbed out, the weight on her chest starting to crumble apart. “she’d be so ashamed of me,”
“your mother only wants to help-“
“no!” she shouted, digging her knuckles into her eyes. her next word came out weak and frail, “prim…”
calling her mother would only prove her point correct. that katniss can’t do this and prim should’ve. willow’s unending misery was an extension of her absence and katniss was suffocating in it.
and peeta knew. he always knows.
“she would be so proud of you, katniss.” she could barely hear him over her and willow’s combined sobs. “all baby’s cry.”
“not like this.” katniss defied, shaking her head.
peeta brushed a calloused hand on her cheek, forcing her chin up to look at him. “yes, like this.”
katniss sniffled, staring into the depths of his blue eyes to stabilize her. he was a constant in her life, through all the life changes they’d experienced in the past year, he’d always remained by her side. through his episodes and hers, he was always there.
and even now, as willow’s tiny lungs emit ear-splitting sounds, katniss remained his first priority.
“now, let’s call your mom so we can help our baby, okay?” katniss’s eyes focused on the bassinet behind him. a quick brush of his thumb on her cheekbone brought her back to his gaze. “okay, katniss?”
she sniffled again, her cries subsiding. “okay.”
they were lucky mrs. everdeen picked up in the late hours of the night, or early morning. katniss bit her fingernails as she watched peeta on the phone, willow resting on his chest, her tiny head on his shoulder as he rubbed her back soothingly. her screams were starting to get hoarse and quiet from strain.
he hung up the phone after a while, running his now free hand through his frizzy hair again. “she said take her outside, the fresh air could help.”
katniss nodded, looking at her daughter.
peeta followed her gaze, “do you want to take her?”
she shook her head yes and she was placed in her arms again. the two walked outside, praying haymitch wouldn’t come out to scold them for disturbing his peace.
both of them knew there’s no one he loved more in this world than willow, though.
the chilly morning air of june felt indescribably good on katniss’s sweaty, wet face. and apparently, it felt good for willow, too. her cries started dying down as gusts of light wind passed over them.
peeta had a hand brushing willow’s baby hairs, murmuring comforting words to her while katniss rocked her. the two working as a pair.
and it was katniss’s chest she nestled into when sleep finally overcame her, and her little fists unclenched and fell flax on her soft face. the silence was overwhelming and unfamiliar.
the two looked at each other, smiles gracing both of their faces.
“we did it.” peeta whispered, placing a light kiss on willow’s forehead, then giving katniss one on her chapped lips. “i told you,”
her eyes fell down to her daughter again. calm. because of her. because of them.
regardless of how katniss ever felt about her role, she’d always be willow’s mother. and peeta will always be her father, and raising a child isn’t a one man job. there’d always be him to keep her grounded, and vise versa, so she could always be there for willow.
“thank you,” she mumbled, looking up at him. “she wouldn’t have stopped without you.”
he smiled softly, “without us.”
once they’d gotten back into bed, and willow was sleeping softly in her bassinet, katniss felt her body completely relax itself. hearing her daughters soft breathing fill the air was more a reward than her life after winning the games.
“y’know,” peeta started quietly, running his fingers down katniss’s back as she lay on his broad chest. “your mom knew it wasn’t your idea to call her.”
she drew patterns on his chest, “i knew that much.”
“she knew why but she told me she’s never seen anyone love their baby as much as you do, katniss.”
her fingers stopped their movement, her head craning to stare at him.
peeta continued, “and she knew you’d figure out how to help her, eventually. even if that means taking advice from someone else.”
katniss sighed, turning to lay back down.
“you’re an incredible mother, katniss. she knows, i know it, and willow certainly knows it.”
peeta hesitated before saying,
“and prim knows it.”
yes, katniss thought, the movements of her fingers continuing on his chest. she knows.
#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#peeta x katniss#peeta x katniss angst#peeta x katniss fanfic#peeta x katniss fluff#peeta x katniss imagine#the hunger games#thg#dad!peeta#mom!katniss#post!mockingjay fic#mrs everdeen
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Ten Times as Long - Chapter 7 Katniss Admits
I know it’s not right to stay. I can’t leave my family with Greasy and Peeta. That’s not fair.
I escaped to take a breath and figure out myself. It’s time to go. So I do, slowly.
As I leave the woods I think about everything. I think about the past… Peeta, the games, war, death, destruction; I think about the present… My family, twelve, Peeta, my feelings; and lastly I think of the future… rebuilding, hope, love, fear.
So many things.
I finally make it home to the Victor’s Village when I realize it’s pitch black. I must have been gone for hours. Where had the time gone?
I walk inside and find all the people I left sitting in the living room, talking.
I can’t help it when my eyes won’t leave Peeta. I sit next to him and sigh. It’s good to be close to him again. He finally looks at me and I open my mouth.
“Of course, Poet,” he just stares at me with his adorable confused face, “You asked me a question… before I left. You asked if I cared.”
I watch as realization hits him and a small smile graces his perfect, pink lips.
“I care about you a lot. You know that. How could someone go through all that we have and not care?” His smile starts to slip, so I continue, “you can’t go from loving someone so much it hurts to nothing. That’s not how it works.”
“Loving someone?” He asks with a gleam of hope in his eye.
“Well duh, Poet. Love sneaks up on a person, you know? It’s not always a fun game.”
I suddenly become very aware that my entire family is in the room alongside Greasy Sae, but I continue anyway because I know I need to say it and he needs to hear it.
“Sometimes it comes easy. Like your love for me did when we were younger. Other times it comes slowly. Friendship first, love second. Other times still, it comes slowly then all at once. A fragile friendship, a friendship that you never want to hurt, then slowly you realize you love little things about a person, and next thing you know you’re looking at them when their back is turned and the fact washes over you. You love them so much and you couldn’t imagine your life without them.”
I can see him struggling, so I finish the thought, “I think it was that last one for me. In D13. I realized just how much I love you when you weren’t there. When you weren’t looking and I wasn’t pressured.”
“So. You can’t go from loving someone to nothing, but can you go from loving so much it hurts to just caring?” He asks it with so much fear I can’t held but give him a small reassuring smile.
“Nah. At least not in my experiences. Not that I have more than one. It’s kinda hard to love someone that much and let it fade. Even if it gets buried it a confused mind.”
He grins at me, and for the first time since the beach…
I grin back.
#everdeens#everlark#fanfic#the hunger games#hope you like <3#thg fanfiction#hunger games#peeta x katniss#katniss x peeta#katniss and peeta#katniss everdeen#prim everdeen#peeta mellark#mr everdeen#mrs everdeen#Greasy sae#ten times as long#after the books#tell me your thoughts#thanks for the support#i love them#katniss admits#Katniss pov#Sorry I ran out of ideas#And I had stuff to do#School and all#for those who love thg#thg#this’ll be fun#all is fair in love and war
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maysilee Donner/Mrs. Everdeen Additional Tags: Female Friendship, Flirting, Crafts, Pre-Canon, Teen Romance, Femslash February 2024, Fluffuary | Fluffy February 2024 Series: Part 19 of My Femslash February 2024 Summary:
“You’re too fussy with it,” Maysilee grouses, snatching the embroidery out of Kay’s hands. “It’s a kerchief for your daddy, not a pocket square for the President.”
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Peeta's Mental Breakdown pt 8
and noticed that the white slime was within her as well, she also felt all the pain of Peeta's hijacking all in a short amount of time. She wanted to kill snow for creating this bottomless void. But Katniss realizes that there was no escaping Peeta Mellark either. She had sealed this when she destroyed Peeta's portal, and the wound reopened just like it did when Peeta made that remark. Katniss walked over to Peeta and sobbed into his shoulder... and chest. As she lifted Peeta up Peeta vomited his arms and legs flailing. Peeta was in a dream like state from The morphling and thought it was a dream. Katniss noticed Peeta was bleeding from the broken glass on his hand layed flat on the pavement, she called a medic who also removed glass from his arm. Hijacked Peeta had not known that Katniss was suffering to this extent and assumed that she was fine with Gale, even if Peeta wasn't sure if he was asleep or not he did hear Katniss sobbing on him, but Peeta wondered to himself about why she was crying. Katniss did this even as Peeta was having a morphling withdrawal, mental breakdown and an episode. Katniss helped wrap the bandage. As the hours passed the Morphling left his system. The ground was filled with broken glass, morphling liquid and Peeta's vomit. When Peeta mentioned Katniss going back and forth about wanting to kill him he was referring to the shot at the morphling. Peeta wondered if Katniss did care for him, she risked her life and cried on him as Peeta was at his most dangerous but did she or was this a dream and if not why? Peeta also wondered if Katniss also was dead inside as well, and relate to himself more then he thought. Peeta had been lonely, and a part of him wished this was real, perhaps they could at least be friends. Peeta fell to sleep. When he woke up, he was forced to face Katniss, he wanted his memories back, to learn about the person, the capital murdered, or at least to try. But Peeta could not think of an opening that wasn't hostile and he was angry about Katniss destroying his morphling bag. No one wanted to enter the mess so Katniss continued her shift in the rotation longer then her allotted time not wanting to leave Peeta’s side.
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Okay so I fell asleep and then I woke up and I remeber I was updating this fic... If this is not written in english you know why... Now I will go back to sleep again but here it is...
Tales of the snow
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She lived, Lily.
With only that small mole of regret at the back of her throat, with everlasting thoughts of that mother who had disowned her for choosing the wrong man.
Justifying her, in part.
Because the idea of the pain she had suffered as a girl, when fate had taken her best friend away from her, she could well understand.
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𝐚𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | p.j.
percy jackson x reader | word count : 1.4k | requested
summary : though you were a skillful archer, you were an amateur when it came to dealing with a sword. while percy helped you trained for hours after lunch, he couldn’t help but fall in deeper with you, even though you’d probably never know it.
contains : my writing (again, warning). just fluff things <3 reader was implied as apollo's daughter, but never actually specified. oh, and a katniss everdeen reference! (because is the fic actually written by me if it doesn't include at least one thg reference?). let me know if there’s more!
a/n : i do NOT know how to write action-y scenes (even ones that are as light as this) so sorry if this comes out as flat haha. i had to get out my copy of the lightning thief just to be a tinny bit more familiar with it to be honest. also yes the title is kinda cheesy but soo is this entire fic < 3
credits : fan art by frostbite.studios, dividers by @benkeibear, pins i used (1) (2) (3)
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The afternoon sun hit the color of your eyes as you tried the move he had just demonstrated to you. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and your forehead slicked with sweat. A borrowed but fitting sword was gripped in your hand, ready to clatter his. Percy and you had been going at it ever since lunch ended and yet you still seemed determined to keep going.
Percy counted and you attacked, one, two, three. Next move, you tried to thrust it into the right of his protected ribcage. But with your lovely eyes being a little too obvious and your hand still clumsy with the blade, he deflected it off easily, letting yours fall to the ground.
“Oh, I’m terrible,” you said with an embarrassed smile, pulling up your bronze helmet and dragging a hand to swipe your hair out of your forehead. You retrieved the sword and turned to ask him. “Okay, honest opinion. What did I do wrong?”
“Well…” he started, as he took off his own helmet, tucking it under his arm, “Your eyes give away a bit too much to the opponent, so I could easily tell what you were going to do. You’re still too hesitant about it I think.”
You playfully rolled your eyes, “Well, how can I not when my opponent at this given moment is Percy fucking Jackson but go on.”
Percy was thankful that the sun was taking it one for the team and became a cover for the red that just possibly covered his face. He shook his head, fighting a smile that was trying to break through his lips. Joke about it, take defense.
The lines of his mouth morphed into a teasing grin. “Is that an excuse that I hear, miss y/l/n? Since when do you play with those?” You were always so stubborn, in the best sense of the word. And Percy always found it admirable to say the least.
You raised your eyebrows before shooting back, “And if it is, it's also not unreasonable, Mr. Jackson.” That cute smile of yours taking flight in your face. He noticed that it was still the same one from when he first saw you at twelve, a few years back. Some things never changed.
“What else?” You asked again, crossing your arms with the sword pointing downward. “Come on, don't be shy. I can take it.”
He considered it before answering. “Your hand wasn’t steady enough with the sword and with the move you were trying to execute. It made it a bit… off. And hard to get away in battles.”
You let yourself collapse to the ground with a dramatic sigh, exhaustion finally took over you. Your legs stretched in front of you and your helmet and sword clanged by your side. “Never mind, I lied, I can't take it."
He laughed and sat down next to you, putting his equipment by yours. The wind was finally picking up now, bringing a sense of balance to the hot weather.
"I can never get this right.” You huffed, blowing up your loosen hair, which Percy couldn't help but think that you looked slightly adorable.
“It’s totally fine,” he promised you, words creeped with encouragement. “Just be more confident! I swear it works. Or just…” he trailed off, unsure, and then shrugged. “don’t think about it too much, I guess.”
“Contradiction, contradiction.” You said in a sing-song voice before looking at him with that inspecting face and said, “Do you drink some secret potion or something? Someone altered your ambrosia?”
Percy let out a laugh, “Your perception of me is unrealistically high, I see. I can say the same to you, Katniss Everdeen.”
Your face’s expression stretched with surprise before you nodded in approval. “That’s the best way to compliment my archery skills actually, yes. Forget Apollo the doofus.”
“Who?” Percy played in the joke, to which you answered with the only appropriate one : “Exactly.”
He clapped his hand, an idea forming in his head. "Alright, how about this. If you give it a try just one more time, I'll give you some blue cupcakes my mom just sent me a few days ago." He offered with a knowing smile, getting you too well to strike a tempting bargain with you.
Percy knew how in love you were with his mom's cupcakes. Sally Jackson made the best for the best. It had only taken one bite and he could already tell how head over heels you were with them. He might or might not be planning to try to make a batch himself as a surprise for your upcoming birthday, but he feared the baking talent of the greats did not pass onto him. These hands weren't only skilled in combat, but with a pair of mitts and an oven, they could also burn an entire kitchen down.
Still though. Seeing the way your eyes immediately lit up right now made him rethink his choices. Maybe burning down a room wasn't so bad. At least you would probably laugh at his pathetic attempt.
Your mouth split into a grin and he was brought back to the world. You shook your head in slight disbelief. "Bringing Mrs. Jackson cupcakes into this? You are not playing fair, Perce."
"That's a deal then?" He held out his hand for a shake.
You sighed, putting his hand in yours. "Fine, deal."
Percy tried to ignore the fireworks he felt as he gripped your hand tighter and pulled you up to stand. His heart felt like it was trying to push its way out of his ribs, but in a good way. Like a thrill.
"Alright, one more time," He said as he retrieved his sword and you retrieved yours. "You ready?"
"Honestly, I'm just doing this for the cupcakes now." Seriously, how much could one person make him smile in the span of five minutes?
You and Percy put on the helmets. He counted to three, and you started taking offense as he took defense. One, two, three. It all started out well. Your movements were still a bit clumsy, but you'd get better on it in no time, he was sure. And you were doing pretty good work too. That was until you were stepping back, trying to deflect his now offensive movements, and tripped over yourself. You fell to the hard ground with an oof.
Luckily, with your equipment still intact, you couldn't be hurt that much. But Percy immediately dropped riptide and got to your side.
He knew it was stupid. You and him were both warriors, you were good with a bow, he was good with a sword. Both of you had been injured multiple times in different kinds of battles, and yours had been more grotesque than his more than once, so this was absolutely nothing. Still, he guessed, the instinct to worry would just stay the same.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, as he gently pulled you up to a sitting position. His forehead was creased together as he looked at you, but you were instead laughing, finding your recent incident funny. "What?" He asked, couldn't help but let a laugh, albeit confused, out of his lips too. Yours were charmingly infectious.
You pointed at your face, your bronze helmet askew, voice still laced with traces of mirth. "Tell me, how silly do I look?"
He smiled, affection swarmed him. "Very silly," Should he risk it? "So silly, it's borderline annoyingly cute actually." Okay, risking it then.
But you just smiled, either welcoming it or oblivious to the actual meaning behind it. Probably the latter. You wouldn’t be convinced someone actually liked liked you even if it was plastered on a billboard. You pointed at his face, and laughed again, this time with an effort of covering your mouth. "You look so silly too, I'm sorry."
He shook his hand, bringing out a breath of laughter, unable to keep his smile from growing further under the protective gear. "Hey," he said, finally taking off his helmet and letting the wind touch his face. "It was in solidarity with you as a friend! Please appreciate it."
"I do!" You took off your helmet, letting the glow of the sun kiss your face again. Percy couldn't help but be entranced with the way you looked, still perfect even with the destroying searing weather of June. You couldn't keep doing this to him. "Sorry, I'll stop." You promised as you withdrew a laugh, but he actually wished you wouldn't. He loved hearing you laughed, it made the wind that danced around him a melodic thing, one he could be around forever—or whatever it was the poets said.
Looking at you made him understand what they were always talking and raving about, but he could never explain it.
"So," You began, "About those cupcakes?"
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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬
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keeper of the lost cities
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ride the cyclone
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shadow and bone
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it (2017)
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the school for good and evil
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Paying Attention
pairing: katniss everdeen x reader
summary: you girlfriend never pays attention....or at least nobody thinks she does
a/n: two fics in one night? I promise I have a life yall.
ahhhh this is so short but i haven't written for my girl in way to long. this is kinda based off that one request you sent me, @drima but I also kinda added my own thing. hope thats okay my love!!
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Your girlfriend has a short attention span.
Everyone knows it; her friends at the Hob who have to remind her over and over again how much she owes them after she gets distracted by some pretty butterfly, her mother and sister who listen to her tell the same story over and over again because she always forgets she told them when she’s busy cleaning up the house or cooking dinner, and you, her person, the one who gets all her love, who knows how to keep on her task and focused most of the time.
It’s one of your most impressive skills really; the ability of turning the girl who can't seem to sit still for more than a few minutes into a contented statue with only a touch or a word. You don’t even know how you do it, but it works and that’s that.
Or at least, it usually works.
Right now, as you sit down with her in the forest surrounding district 12, explaining some of the plants you just planted while she sits next to you, knee bouncing up and down as her eyes scan the forest. Her bow held loosely in her hand, though you know that at any given second she could grab an arrow from the quiver hooked to her back and have dinner in less than five seconds.
“Did you know that some plants actually help improve air quality indoors? Plants like spider plants and peace lilies are great for removing toxins from the air and keeping it clean.” You speak softly, eyes moving from the garden Katniss helped you make a few months ago to look at her while scanning the small clearing in hopes of finding hunt and uses her free hand to pick at the grass beneath her.
“They’re low-maintenance and don’t require as much watering as others. They’re perfect for people with busy lives who don’t have the time to babysit their greenery.” You chuckle at your own joke about her hectic schedule and lack of ability to keep a plant alive for more than a month due to it, but it dies down in your throat when you realize your words are falling on deaf ears.
Katniss’s eyes dart around, only stopping on you when she realizes you stopped talking. “Mhm. That’s cool honey.”
You stare at her side profile for a second before you scoff quietly, standing up and grabbing your woven basket that contains veggies, herbs for Mrs. Everdeen and Primrose, and a few flowers. “Let’s just go. I know you want to hunt.” She immediately takes notice of your mood, seemingly a bit upset about her not focusing on the conversation at hand. She’s always been good at that; being able to tell what you’re feeling and fix it in a quick second.
Right now though, she doesn’t seem to care, just nodding slightly as she stands up and follows after you. “Alright.” The archer mumbles, lining up an arrow with her bow as she slowly walks ahead of you as to not disturb any animals around.
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You get over it, and everything goes back to normal with you and Katniss over the next month. You go with her to hunt almost every day, spending a bit of time at your garden tending to it before you join her to quietly walk through the forest in hopes of finding an unsuspecting animal.
Tonight, you’re going to have dinner with the Everdeen family, invited by Primrose, Katniss’s sister, and reassured by your girlfriend that her mother would love to have you around. You help them out a lot whether it’s vegetables from your garden or part of the money you get from selling them in the Hob so they can enjoy a fulfilling dinner, and you try your hardest to hang out with the youngest girl when you have free time so that she has as many supporters as possible or go help out at their home by cleaning up and cooking so Katniss doesn’t have as much to do at the end of the day. It’s fun for you, and it’s great for them.
Anyway, Prim is the one who answers the door when you knock, grinning at the sight of the cookies you spent the last of the money you earned today to buy from some boy named Peeta at the bakery in town. “Katniss! Your lover is here!” You chuckle, and your girlfriend groans from somewhere in the house before gently shoving Prim out of the entryway so she can tug you by your arm inside.
Her mother is sat at the table, a book in hand as Katniss cooks and Primrose tidies up. No matter how many times you come over, the Everdeens are always trying to make their house in the Seam as clean as possible as to impress you.
Katniss goes back to cooking once she knows you're comfortable on the couch, brushing off your offers to help with a quick wave of her hand. She always feels the need to do everything possible to insure her loved ones don’t have to work too hard, and the urge includes you.
Before you know it, you’re washing dishes with Primrose after finally convincing your girlfriend to take a break, and said girl comes up to you two and leans her back against the counter while similtasntly holding something behind her back by the time the last dish is washed.
With a quick nod to her sister, the younger girl sighs before putting the last dish away and walking out of the room while mumbling about not even being thanked before she’s kicked out of her own kitchen.
Katniss holds out the item she was hiding for you to see, and your smile only grows at the sight. It’s a round flower crown, looking almost exactly the same size as your head. The adorableness of your big scary girlfriend holding such a pretty, delecit item is pushed into the back of your mind as you take notice of what flowers are on it. Peace Lilies.
“I was listening. I’m sorry it didn’t seem like it. And you were right, you know. I found some of these in the forest, re-planted them in a pot, and they’ve been growing on my nightstand ever since. I barely ever watered them yet they grew faster and bigger than any plant we’ve ever owned in this house.” The Everdeen girl chuckles, gently placing the crown on your head. “I want you to know that even when it seems like I’m not, I’m always listening to you. I love hearing you talk, and there’s a little file in my brain that holds every single thing you’ve ever told me.”
You nod with a small blush, adjusting the crown on your head before you hoist yourself up to sit on the counter. “I didn’t know you cared.”
She stands in between your legs, her hands lifting to gently caress your cheek and then she places a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I care.”
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not to make the sotr haymitch abernathy announcement about myself but this is prob gonna fuck with the mr and mrs everdeen story i wrote so bad 😔😔
#pre-sotr haymitch abernathy fic writers i cannot even begin to imagine ur pain#also shamless self promotion even though i don’t even like this story that much anymore#it’s too corny even for me#but still it was one of the first multichapts i wrote#well ok the only reason they were all friends was bc i thought it was canon that haymitch and mrs everdeen knew each other#i had mistaken mrs everdeen and maysilee friendship for haymitch and mrs everdeen also knowing each other#for some reason#anyway#mrs everdeen#mr everdeen#mr x mrs everdeen
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Chapter 1 (Sorry Still Don’t Have A Good Title)
Katniss’ Mother
I wake up in a cold sweat. My body tingling and my eyes full of tears. My family’s dead corpses are engraved in my mind.
“Mom? Prim? Dad?” I call out wanting this to all be a horrible dream.
I hear running foot steps and sigh deeply. It was just a nightmare.
“Kat? Are you okay?” Prim. My darling Prim stands in the doorway. I give her a small sad smile and she grins back at me, “Love you, Kat. Nightmare again?” She asks going from happy to worried in an instant.
“I’m fine, Little Duck. Just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about,” I try to act calm and collected, for her, and she seems to believe me. Good.
My father enters the room next, “Well good morning to you too my little mockingjay!” My smile grows. He is the only one that can fix my mood when I’m down. I love him and Prim more than anything.
As my mother joins us, my smile falters. I love my mom, but she doesn’t try to calm me or make me feel better after an episode or bad nights.
“What was this one Katniss?” I wince at her harsh tone.
“You… You all were… Well-”
“Well what?! Talk!” She’s not a great person at night, after I wake her up. She can be kind in the day though. When I’m not engulfed in a panic attack, that is.
“WELL! As I was saying… You all died… and Finnick, Annie, Madge, Gale too,” I start to tear up, but my mother just stares at me until she decides that it’s enough, and leaves my room.
I sigh, thinking about how she used to be kind, caring even. That is until the bullies at school got worse. She doesn’t like that I am ‘mentally unstable’ as the doctor says.
I smile at Dad and Prim, then drift back into an uneasy sleep.
#thg#the hunger games#hope you like <3#hunger games#everlark fic#fanfic#everlark#mr everdeen#everdeens#prim everdeen#katniss everdeen#mrs everdeen#gale hawthorne#madge undersee#annie cresta#finnick odair#not dead yet#first try#sorry there isn’t a name#peeta x katniss#katniss x peeta#katniss’ mother#new story#chapter 1#I know it’s kind of short#bear with me#love you all
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