#peeta mellark in capital

[daryldixonsdoormat]

We are all that's left.

Note: for reference ^^^ + this is a x reader don't fret

He couldn't fathom the reason why everything goes against his original plan. He couldn't come up with a reason for why they would save Katniss but not him. For the longest time, everything was about Katniss and the fake romance. Katniss made it clear after the first game that the romance was a survival tactic and that he should move on. So Peeta tried to move on as much as he could while still being in the confines of the capital and while they forced him to speak out about his ex ‘lover’. Part of him was forced to move on and the other part was because he met you. The first two weeks at the capital went relatively smoothly. Majority of the time he was stuck in those connected cells staring at the ceiling or talking to you his neighbor. Peeta has only seen glimpses of your face in his time at the capital, and that's when you’re dragged down the hallway pleading for forgiveness. When he sees your face he is reminded that you're not just a voice on the other side of the cement walls, you're here in the capital with him. So in the moments where the guards come in to torture answers out of you and Peeta, he didn't feel alone. The capital gets bored easily, when they continue the same thing every day they think it's not enough. Instead of hurting you and Peeta simultaneously, they went with a different approach, seeing as the romance sprouting was intriguing. They injected tracker jacker serum into his arm waiting for the hallucinations to start, and when they did you could hear her voice boom through the room. You could hear Katniss talk badly about Peeta… you hear the threats she ‘said’ to him. Your heart stung for Peeta… Peeta the man you've grown to love. You press yourself up against the cool concrete of your cell hearing his whimpers not knowing what is real. “Peeta…Peeta talk to me so I know you're okay… please”, he only whimpers and groans in response. You slam your palm against the wall getting agitated with helplessness, so you take that risk. You climb on the back of the porcelain toilet and raise up in order to talk through the window with steel bars making it hard to see through. But it's just enough space…just enough space to get a glimpse of him. You bang on the bars making Peeta perk up immediately assuming the worst, “Peeta!”. He whips his head in the direction of your voice and his shoulders release the pent-up tension he was holding onto. “How’d you get up there?”, you giggle trying to lighten up the situation and tell him. He glances at the back of his own toilet shuffling over to it and coming face to face with the bars similar to you. Peeta sighs missing the close proximity of someone he's comfortable with, he lays his forehead on the bars exhausted. You don't say anything because what can you really say? Try and comfort him. No amount of comfort can fix something so painful. Peeta shakes his head while speaking, “Everything is blurring together and it's hard to remember what's real. It's like nothing is real”. His voice cracks when he says nothing because that would include you… the woman he's grown to love. You slip your hands through the bars putting them on the side of his face, “I am real. You can ask me every day, every hour, and every minute. I will tell you that I am real”, Peeta just nods lightly huffing out a breath at the comforting contact he has longed for. Peeta moves his hands to rest on top of yours while he smiles just a little to settle your nerves, “My love for you is also real Peeta and we are making it out of here”. His head springs up as fast as it can while he processes. You clarify yourself before he thinks he is obliged to do anything, “You don't have to say it back”, Peeta just nods once again making your heart crack just a tiny bit, he removes his hands from yours but kisses your right hand before stepping off the back of the toilet. 

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"Where is she?”, he says struggling to get off the bed and remove his IV. Haymitch pushes Peeta back down just the chest telling him to calm down before someone gets hurt. Peeta weakly pushes Haymitch away asking him again, “Where is she Haymitch?!”. “Katniss?”, Peeta visibly tenses at the name trying not to fall into the flashback of the capital. Peeta starts yelling getting irritated with the lack of answer and compliance, “No Y/N. Where is she?!”. Haymitch looked confused for a second obviously expecting a completely different question from Peeta, “Uhhhhh”. Bang. And the door slams open making a dent in the wall from the force, Peeta shuffles the rest of the way off the bed crashing into you. Your hand cradles the back of his head pulling his face down into the crevice of your neck while you do the same to him. “I was so scared I would never see you again”, you sob into his embrace holding onto him like a lifeline. He shakes his head almost telling himself that he would never allow that, he would've found you. Haymitch slipped out of the room scratching his head in oblivious confusion while standing beside a dejected Katniss watching from the glass. Peeta holds your face as you did once before and speaks the words you dreamed of hearing, “My love for you is real too”. Your face breaks out into a huge grin and you engulf him in a tight hug again making him laugh quietly. Today was the first time Peeta was able to feel the warmth of your hugs, the closeness of your voice, and the softness of your lips.

[patrickzvveig]

The Hunger Games is such an interesting series but I'm always floored by how genuinely good and smart it is. I think it's easy to look back at the absolute nothingness that the YA dystopia genre became and curse out all of its leaders, but The Hunger Games was always a smart and interesting series that even in the first few pages of its first book gripped the reader with possibility.

And I think that's why it continues to be successful and loved in a way that even its popular contemporaries are not. Because there's nothing about the world it takes place that seems strange or impossible, yes even with the child murder games. Katniss tells us that Panem has formed from the ruins of North America, the countries of which ultimately fell due to conflict caused by climate change and lack of resources. Not only is this situation not impossible- it is literally probable, and seems more likely each year we go by the with our leaders pretending the climate crisis is not real. Like North America didn't fall under an evil "foreign power" who took away American (specifically the United States') values. This world wasn't formed over night. It emerged out of the brutality and greed of the world we currently live in.

And even with The Hunger Games as an event, the world still seems so immersed in this reality. It helps that events similar to this have taken place throughout history. The comparison between Rome and the Capitol is not exactly subtle, but it helps ground the Capitol's brutality in a very real history. Using this sort of barbarism as punishment AND entertainment (even to the ones being punished) has happened throughout history, and happens now in ways that are more concealed. Also, the Hunger Games being used as a reminder of the Capitol's control over the districts and a tactic to dissuade rebellion (with the idea that they will be crushed if they try to revolt) MAKES SENSE.

And making sense is why it is so successful. You know what doesn't make sense? Dividing the US into 5 character traits and making people who have more than one *dangerous,* or any of the other strange and contrived plots that came after it in the wake of its success. It works because its possible, and in a sick way, rational. It reminds us that humans can be brutal, and greedy, and evil. But they're not stupid. It's not improbable or even ineffective (for the rich at least) to create this world. class difference MEANS THINGS, and drives the conflict. It's the USA if we keep going down this path and ignore our impending doom.

[jjadmanii]

i love that the hunger games is getting the appreciation it deserves but boi some of these takes are truly making me question ppl’s media literacy because ???

[tellmelater]

into the arena

companion piece

4/?

[girlonfirekatniss]

Holds him.

[olya-roo]

The Capitol being the biggest parasite in Panem is never going to be not funny to me.

They have the biggest superiority complex, yet are arguably the most useless region that is entirely dependent on stealing from others - hell, with the most military power they were defenseless during both Rebellions, with many simply dying from starvation because of the cut recourses.

Capitol only takes and takes, stopping everything around them from progressing.

Funnier that Snow in TBOSAS was so convinced that the Districts needed them to function… My man, if your clown people haven’t stolen 98% of the resources, instead of 1 huge technological city it would be 12 of them.

[buffyspeak]

i just don't want them to change me. how would they change you?

[opponentsheir]

President Coriolanus Snow

[watchingwisteria]

“katniss played the games but peeta played the game” “there wouldn’t have been a revolution without katniss” actually let’s stopped the rugged american brand of individualism right there ✋🛑 katniss starts strong with the motive to protect her sister and get back to her family who relied on her, but peeta was also willing to risk everything in a suicide pact to try to live past the games, and haymitch bought into their marketing strategy, doing everything he could to help one of them live (because both of them winning was impossible up until the nightshade trick). but at this point, everyone planned to go back to 12 and have a semi-normal life after that — until they couldn’t. coriolanus snow sparked the revolution by trying to stamp out a few smouldering embers, and everyone else subsequently rose to the challenge to overthrow his government. everyone involved in the revolution had an essential part to play. it wouldn’t have been successful if they hadn’t worked together, relied on each other, played to each other’s strengths and compensated for others’ weaknesses. there was no singular person on whom the entire thing relied, even if katniss often felt that way (being the teenaged voice of a people will do that to you). katniss might have been the face, but she also needed others to act as the head, the body, and the sword. everyone was necessary.

[loveipromiseimnotinsane]

Sunrise of the Reaping isn't gonna be about Haymitch, or at least not from his POV. Who better to reflect the modern day in which Amercians are currently turning a blind eye to a genocide, falling for propaganda, and cheering on the death of children than the Captial Citizens? That's whose POV the book is going be in

[daryldixonsdoormat]

Peeta Mellark x Reader and they smoke together 😈. I have a fixation with him right now

[atelierlili]

I felt like making myself sad so I thought of what would have happened if Katniss decided to run away with only her family and Gale’s 🙃

[countrymusiclover]

6 - Let the Games Begin

Part 7

Are You District or Capital

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The morning I believed I would die has come.  

That was the only thing that could run through my mind the second I woke up. Someone had laid out the wet suit that was clearly for the arena environment.  Sliding it on with the boots they had given me.  I was thankful I didn’t really have to do much with my hair since it was so short so it shouldn’t be a problem. 

Leaving my room I halted in my tracks when I came into the living room seeing two peacekeepers and my mother standing before me. “Ariyne, these men are here to escort you.” 

“Escort me to the arena. The Games don’t start for another few hours.” I knitted my brows together with confusion on my face. 

She shakes her head no in response. “I'm not sure, dear. They just told me they are waiting for you.” 

“Okay.” I walked up to the two peacekeepers and they opened the door escorting me to the elevator door. One of them hir the penthouse button making me get extremely nervous when they pushed me out the door and towards the large center door that two different guards opened for me.  Sucking in a shaky breath I stood frozen in the doorway seeing President Snow sitting at a large desk. “President Snow.” 

“Leave us alone.” He held up his hand signaling and all four guards disappeared out of the room.  He pointed to the open seat in front of his desk. “Sit down, Ms. Abernathy.” 

I gulped thickly crossing the room and doing as he told me, figuring that would be the better option then defying him. “What exactly do you want of me, Mr. President?” 

“I wanted to finally meet you after all this time.  It’s a rare feat for anyone in Panem to go undetected for sixteen years.  You’ve escaped the Games and Reaping up until this point. You truly are a snake, dear girl.” 

Twiddling my thumbs in my lap I tried to choose my words carefully. “I wouldn’t say I’m a snake, sir.  I just - my father did whatever he could to protect me.” 

“Have you considered what life you might have had if you been raised here with your mother, Ms. Trinket?” Snow tapped his fingers on the wooden desk. 

“No, I haven’t.  Why do you ask?” 

The President of the Games responded. “I am hoping to offer you something you’ve never had in your life.  I can let you live out the rest of your days here in the Capital and you’ll never have to go to that runt of District 12.”

“Why would you offer me something like that? In your eyes I’m a rebel aren’t I?” I asked him. 

Snow clicked his tongue. “Because you are half the blood of a Capitol citizen. You were denied the lifestyle that you always should have had growing up.” 

“I think I'm okay with how I was raised actually.” 

He shifted his gaze to the golden pin I had taken off the dress I had worn last night during the interview. “That is a pity you don't crave more.  What a lovely pin you have there?” 

“President Snow, what do you really want from me?” 

He leans forward intertwining his hands together sending me a glare across the large desk. “Ms. Abernathy, what I want from you is not an offer.  It's a demand.  Either you agree to become a Capitol Rose and stand beside me or if you refuse you will still be put inside the arena with the other tributes.” 

“Capitol Rose, you want me to be what you did with Finnick Odair.  Sell my body to the citizens or you'll kill my parents.” I gasped, blurting it out putting the pieces together realizing what he was saying. 

Finnick had only mentioned it once to me about what happened.  He mentioned it more as a reminder if we didn't succeed with our plan to think I wasn’t afraid of dying in the arena. 

Snow kept his gaze focused on my eyes waiting for a response. “So what will your answer be?” 

“I - I won't be owned by you.” Closing my eyes I knew I'd signed my death sentence the second the words left my mouth. 

Snow hit a button underneath his desk causing a buzzing noise before three peacekeepers busted into the room. “Such a pity, the Capital citizens rather like you.  Take her to the arena tubes.  She'll still be going into the Games.” 

The two peacekeepers wrapped my arms around my back dragging me out the door and I didn't fight them like I wanted to.  Going down in the elevator and when it opened we walked down until I noticed a long clear tube and my father at the end of the hallway. “Ariyne!” He breathed out, catching my body in his arms once they threw me towards him. 

“Dad, I'm sorry  - I didn't  - couldn't take the deal he forced upon me.’ I croaked out pulling my head away from his chest feeling tears welling in my eyes. 

The peacekeepers had thankfully left the room letting us have the last conversation to ourselves. “It’s okay that you didn't.  His deals are never good for anyone.” 

“I'm scared, dad.  What if five seconds in somebody kills me.” 

He scanned his eyes over my face seeing the same fear he had the day Effie had called him telling him she was pregnant.  It was the uncertainty of what was to come for these Games. “I won't let that happen, sweet girl.  I have some alliances already put into place.  So you will have someone to watch your back.” He explained to me, rubbing his hands down my arms. 

“Ten seconds.” A computer generated voice spoke up. 

Biting my lip I fling my arms around his neck burying my face against his chest. “I love you, dad.” I mumbled through some tears clutching the fabric of his shirt wishing I could just stay in his arms. 

“I love you, Ari.” He mumbled into my hair, kissing the crown of my head.  He helped me step inside the tube still holding my hand until it came down to seal me in so we removed our hands and it raised me up away from his gaze. 

The announcer's voice met my ears before I noticed that the pedestals were separated by water and a large rock island was in the center of the arena.  “Let the 75th Hunger Games begin. May the odds be ever in your favor. 10 - 9 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1.” A cannon sound fired off into the air with some of the tribunals already diving into the water. 

I frantically looked around finally diving down into the water swimming for the nearest ledge of rock.  I coughed out some water that had gotten in my mouth using my whole body to get up onto the rock seeing some tributes running on the rock to the weapons. Scrambling to my feet I noticed the closest set of weapons thankfully was a pack of knives. 

Clipping the strap of knives on as fast as I possibly could I heard someone running up behind me and I wasn’t quick enough getting tackled by a male tribute that I remembered as one of the Morphligs from district 6. “Ah no!” I screamed when he pinned my arm down that had the knife in it and the tribute raised his sword about to stab me. 

Yet suddenly the tribute got stabbed in the chest with something that appeared to be a trident. The body fell on top of me where I pushed them off rolling onto my side feeling someone touch my arm so I nearly cut their hand until they grabbed my wrist with their other hand. “Woah, woah, Ari - Ariyne. It’s Finnick.” 

“Finnick - it’s - it’s you.” I sighed slightly in relief staring into his sea green eyes. 

“Yeah it’s me. Come on, let's find the others.” He nodded simply helping me to my feet and we moved around the other side of the weapons building seeing Katniss drawing her bow back with an arrow causing me to jump behind Finnick who held up a hand and I recognized a gold band my mother had talked about getting my father. “Good thing we're allies right?”

“Where did you get that?” Katniss asked eyed the gold bracelet.

He instructed gently pushing me away from him, launching his weapon when she dropped to her knees. “Where do you think? Duck.”

“Ahhh!” I screamed covering my ears ducking along with Katniss watching the trident end up in the district 5 tribute killing him causing the cannon sound to ring through the arena. 

Finnick yanks his weapon from the dead guy's chest. “Don't trust 1 and 2. I'll take this side you hold them off. I'll go find Peeta.”

Getting to my feet Peeta had to fight another tribute just to get out of the water before we all ran into the forest away from the sandy beaches all out of breath.  Collapsing against the nearest tree attempting to catch my breath till another cannon went off and I screamed dropping to my knees. “I guess they're not holding hands anymore.” Finnick chuckled dryly glancing at me. 

“You think that's funny?” Katniss asked him. 

Finnick waved his hand in front of his chest. “Every Time that cannon goes off it's music to my ears. I don't care about any of them.”

“Good to hear.” She clicked her tongue turning away from Finnick and I going to check on Peeta. 

Finnick focused his attention back on me seeing that I was holding my knees against my chest rocking back and forth sniffing through tears at the same time. “Ariyne, are you alright?” He asked me using a much softer tone than he had earlier. 

“I - I - I don’t think I’m cut out for this.” I croaked out till he drew me in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of my head. 

“None of us were when we first came here. But don’t you worry I’ll get us out of here, I promise Ari.” He whispered praying that Haymitch and Plutarch knew that he wouldn’t leave this arena without her by his side. 

[thestarlightforge]

About halfway thru the audiobook of Mockingjay and book 3 era Everthorne is even more toxic than I remembered 💀

[brookesophelias]

Currently immersed in the captivating pages of The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins, I'm reminded of the power of storytelling. As I explore the world of Sensitivity/Authenticity Reading, I'm driven by a desire to ensure accurate and respectful portrayals of marginalized communities in literature. How does one embark on this journey? I'm eager to utilize my skills in proofreading, editing, and creative writing to breathe life into disabled and mentally-ill characters. If you have insights on how to enter this field, I'd love to connect and learn from your experience. Let's collaborate to make literature more inclusive and authentic!

[mollywog]

“He said, ‘See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner,’” Peeta says.

This is pretty much all we get on the Mrs. Everdeen/Mr. Mellark saga.

I’m sort of enthralled by the idea that kind and quiet Mr. Mellark silently admired Katniss’s mother from afar, unable to build the courage to speak to her until it was too late, still haunted by all the ‘what ifs.’