#pov peeta

[luvergirl141]

SOON YOU'LL GET BETTER -- PART TWO

First of all, thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed part one, which is linked here! For those who don't know, this is a fanfiction written from Peeta's POV about Katniss and Peeta's time in the cave.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! As always let me know what you think, I am always open to criticism.

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Something is wet on the back of my neck when I wake up.  I’m freezing cold again.  My eyes flutter open and I see that I’m back in the cave.

“Peeta…”

Katniss’s voice sounds far away.  I gasp and push myself up a little, coughing.

“Peeta, lay down.”  I can’t process what she’s saying.  I’m coughing, and then I’m gagging and I put my right hand to my mouth and when it comes away there’s bright red on it.  I realize I’m shivering again.  It’s so cold.

“Peeta,” Katniss says firmly.  She puts a hand on my chest and lays me down gently.

“Something’s–”

“--wrong.  I know.  Try to relax.”  My chest moves up and down quickly with panicked breaths.  The back of my head is still wet.  I put my left hand on the back of my head and gasp in pain.

“You blacked out.  I had to drag you back here and the back of your head got cut on the rock.  Don’t touch it.”

My hand is shaking when I pull it away.

“Is it–” I start to talk, but the pain in my leg suddenly registers again and all I can do is groan.  Katniss puts a hand on my forehead, soothing me.

“....I think it’s internal bleeding.”

“From the rock?”

“....yeah.”  Katniss brushes the hair out of my face.

“Wh-what’s the cure?”  

Katniss shakes her head.  “My mother says that in the capitol, they do surgery for it.  But…”

But….oh.  Oh.  That’s when I get it.  People in twelve can’t get the surgery, so they just die.

“I’m going to…”

“You won’t.  I’m gonna keep you alive.”  I press my lips together and search Katniss’s face.

I still feel afraid.  “You promise?”

I see Katniss look down.  I can’t read her.  “I promise,” she says.  I don’t feel entirely convinced.  But I don’t feel like I’m on the brink of death, either.  Still, I’m exhausted and groggy.

I close my eyes slowly but suddenly feel Katniss’s head next to mine.  My body tenses when I hear her whisper.

“Listen, Peeta.”  Her voice is so low I can barely pick it up.  The cameras 

certainly can’t.  Her lips are practically touching my ear.  My eyes open.  She continues, “I think we can get some kind of medicine that’s gonna cure your internal bleeding.  But we need to be in love.”

I just nod silently.  I know for Katniss it’s a total farce.  She’s not in love with me.  She never has been.  But what I said to Caesar Flickerman wasn’t far from the truth.  There is a more pressing issue, however – the cut on my leg.  Right now it’s causing me a lot more pain than anything else.  But Katniss knows that.  So why…

“I know your leg is worse.”  Damn.  It’s like she can read my mind.  “It’s gonna be 

a lot harder and more expensive to get medicine for that, so we should focus on medicine for your bleeding right now.”

I just nod again.  My stomach and chest are throbbing now that I think about it, but it still pales in comparison to the pain in my leg.

Katniss sits up.  “The sun is starting to set.  You should try eating again.”  I shut my eyes and sigh.

“I can’t eat anything, I’m telling you, Katniss.”  I open my eyes and look at her.  “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

“You can just sleep, then,” Katniss says.  I nod.  I’m completely exhausted.

Katniss leans forward and kisses me on the lips.  My hand moves to the side of her head, leaning into it, savoring it.  A shudder wracks my body and my heart jumps. But as quickly as it started, it’s over.  I put my head back on the rock and see Katniss smiling.

“Goodnight, Peeta.”

“--wait.  I want your s-sleeping bag,” I say.  Katniss bites her lip.

“Your fever could get worse,” Katniss says.  But she can see how much I’m shivering.  “...alright.  But we both have to share it.”  I nod and watch as Katniss takes the sleeping bag out of her backpack.

She gently puts it around me, then climbs in next to me.  I roll over onto my side.  She’s tiny compared to me, but I feel like she’s protecting me now.  I put an arm over her waist.  My shivering is starting to calm down now that I’m in the sleeping bag.  Katniss’s hand goes to the side of my head, petting my hair.

My eyes fall shut.  Katniss sighs.  I’m too tired to stay awake any longer. —--

I wake up slowly.  I’m freezing, and Katniss…is gone.  My breathing picks up.  I start to sit up and look around the cave. I can’t see her anywhere.

She’s left me.  My chest hurts.  I draw in a shaky breath and feel tears welling up in my eyes.  Of course she would.  Of course she left me.  Why wouldn’t she?  I was holding her down.  She was having to take care of me and herself.

Just like everyone back home has given up on me, she has too.  I can’t believe I let myself think that she would stay with me until the games ended.  Tears stream down my cheeks.

My mother gave up on me at a young age.  She decided I was too soft, too emotional, not strong enough.  I’d cry whenever one of our pigs died.  I’d cry whenever I was in pain.  I’d cry when I heard of people in twelve dying.  My mother would scream at me, or come and hit me.  

My friends thought the same thing.  On my fifteenth birthday, I planned a gathering at the bakery for my group of friends.  No one showed up.  I spent the whole day crying.  Eventually, I found new friends.  But my heart always ached, my eyes always stung when I saw my old group.  

Katniss has given up on me now too.  I shake with a sob and cross my arms over my chest.  What was I thinking?  She’d stay with me and take care of me like a child until the games were over?

No.  Of course not.  She doesn’t love me.

Hot tears run down my cheeks and I don’t have the energy to wipe them.  I cry until I have no tears left.  I lay for hours.  It’s pathetic.  I can only hope the cameras aren’t on me now.

Tears run down my face until I am numb.  Finally, I catch my breath.  I lay still for minutes thinking about how Katniss has betrayed me.  My eyes are swollen and they ache.  My whole body is shaking as I realize that Katniss has not only left me, she’s left me for dead.  Before she found me I was going to die.  Without her, I am going to die.

I start crying again when this hits me.  My life is over.  Nothing I’ve done has mattered.  I will only live to be sixteen, and I will be sixteen forever.

I am utterly alone, and that is how I am going to die.  I feel something warm running down the side of my leg.  I’m bleeding again.  Tears roll down my face.  My lips are numb.  My eyes feel like they’re being stabbed.  My heart is racing.  I squeeze my eyes shut and suddenly feel something on my shoulder.

It’s Cato.  He’s come to kill me.

“Peeta.”

……

……

…..It’s not Cato.

“Kat…Katniss?”

“Peeta, what happened?”  I look up and see Katniss’s face, dark with worry and reaching for my hand.  It’s out of my control, I sob loudly and reach for her face.

“Katniss…”

“What?  Peeta, I’m here.  What’s wrong?”  Katniss wipes my tears with her thumb.

“I…I thought–”  I pause, gasping.  “You left me.”

“I just went to get some food for myself.”

I draw in a shaky breath and wipe my eyes.  Katniss kisses me on the forehead and brushes the hair out of my face.

“You’re burning, Peeta.  It’s the fever that’s making you think this way.  We need to get it down.  We need…” ….we need medicine medicine.  We need a gift from the sponsors.

My chest moves up and down quickly.  I’m still crying, still breathing heavily, panicked.  Katniss sees this and she puts a hand on my shoulder.

“You’re ok, Peeta,” she says, placing another kiss on my forehead.  I use the back of my right hand to wipe my tears.  “I’m here.  I’ll keep you safe,” Katniss’s voice is shaking.  

“I’m sorry–”

“--No, don’t be.”  Katniss leans in and hugs me.  “I’m so sorry I scared you like that.”  Her hand goes to the back of my head.  “Breathe.  Just breathe.  It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Something about a promise calms me down greatly.  It means something.  It means there’s meaning behind what she says.

“Okay?” She whispers, pulling away from the hug.

“Okay.”  I wipe my eyes again.  Katniss smiles slightly.

Suddenly, I hear a bit of beeping.  Katniss perks up.  “I think it’s a gift from the sponsors.  I’ll be right back.”

Katniss exits the cave.  She gets out of my line of sight for a few seconds, and when she’s back in my sight, she’s carrying a box with a parachute attached.  She crawls up to me and opens it.

Inside, there’s a small clear bottle with yellow, thick liquid in it.   As Katniss pulls the bottle out, there’s a small note below it.  She holds it up to me.

  Fever medicine.  Temporary.

Temporary?  Does that mean it’ll only work for a few hours?  

Katniss unscrews the lid and hands the bottle to me.  My hand is shaking as I lift it to my lips and drink.  It’s flavorless, but the texture still makes me nauseous.

“Can you keep that down for a few hours?  It is a liquid..” Katniss asks, taking the bottle from me.  I look down.

“Probably not,” I say truthfully.  I already feel like throwing up again, and we’re nowhere near a few hours.

“Just try, ok?  This is important…until we get something for the internal bleeding, this is how we’re gonna fix the fever.”

I press my lips together.  I don’t want to be sick again.  I hate it.  It scares me.

I look down at my lap.  Katniss puts her hand on my thigh but pulls it away, surprised.  “Peeta, your leg is bleeding again.  We need to take a look.”

She reaches for my waistband.  “Lift up.”  I lift my bottom so she can pull my pants down.  It’s vulnerable being in my underwear in front of Katniss – actually, in front of the whole country – but it’s not a really big deal to me.  And Katniss clearly doesn’t care.

Katniss hisses through her teeth when she sees my leg.  It looks a lot worse than before.  My whole thigh is covered in blood.  I shut my eyes and try not to throw up.  I really don’t like the sight of blood.

“It’s ok, Peeta.  We’re gonna fix it.”

“How?” I ask.

“Can you take off your shirt?” Katniss asks.

“What?  Why?”  I’m completely taken aback.

“My backpack came with a pocket knife.  I can cut off a strip at the bottom.  Use it as a bandage.”

“...oh.  Yeah.”

I take off my jacket and put it behind me before slowly taking my shirt off and handing it to Katniss.  I’m really freezing now, trying not to fall over with my shaking.  Katniss gets the pocket knife from her backpack and cuts off the very bottom of my shirt, then hands it back to me.  “Put this back on.”  I pull the gray shirt over my head.  It’s a little shorter than before, but it still keeps me warm.  I put my jacket back on.

Katniss lifts up my thigh gently – I gasp and she apologizes – and puts the makeshift bandage under my leg, then wraps it around the top.

“Be gentle..” I say softly.  Katniss nods.  

She’s gentle, but it hurts like hell as she ties a knot, closing the two sides of the wound together.  Blood oozes out and I can’t help myself as I lean over and throw up at the sight.  Katniss finishes tying the knot, then puts a hand on the back of my neck.

“I’m sorry…” I say softly.  I wanted the fever medicine to work.

“It’s alright…maybe I shouldn’t have bandaged your leg right after you took it,” Katniss sighs.  She’s taking the blame, but we both know it’s my fault.  I shouldn’t have looked.  Actually, I shouldn’t have let myself get beaten by Cato.  Then I wouldn’t even have this fever…at least, I think the fever was caused by the internal bleeding.  What else would it be?

Katniss hands me her water bottle.  “Wash your mouth out.  I’ll clean everything up.  Why don’t you move closer to the opening?  I’ll clean up the blood and vomit.  Just try and get some rest.”  I nod.  Katniss comes behind me and lifts me up, moving me forward close to the cave’s entrance.  She takes off her jacket, folds it, and hands it to me.

“You can rest your head on this,” Katniss says.  I nod and put it below where my head will rest, then lay down.  The sun is starting to set.  I must have been crying for a long time.  

I close my eyes and listen to Katniss humming softly.  I recognize the melody, but through my haze I can’t quite put my finger on it.  It does put me to sleep, though.  My body almost melts into the rock as my consciousness fades away.  No matter how much sleep I get, I’m still tired.

When I wake up, it’s still nighttime, and the footsteps of another tribute are approaching the cave.

[peetapie]

Just a reminder that we don’t know all the good things Katniss does/did for her community, because Katniss wouldn’t tell us unless it was relevant to what was going on.

In Catching fire, she doesn’t tell us that she’s being going around and bringing food to poor children in the seam until she needs to explain why she had a bag of food and why her mother wouldn’t find that odd.

In the first book, when she’s telling Peeta about the story of how she got Prims goat, she refuses to admit that this wasn’t a selfish move so she could get money out of that goat. (You could also argue that this is her refusing to be vulnerable in front of Peeta and all of Pamen though. I think it’s both, because she doesn’t even admit that she did this purely for her sister in her internal dialogue.)

And in Mockingjay, she never tells us that she’s the one that got Haymitch the goose eggs to help him heal after the games. All she says in the epilogue is that Haymitch raises geese when the liquor runs out. And we would never know otherwise if Haymitch didn’t mention that SHE was the one who got him the geese in sotr.

[triassictriserratops]

my two favorite Peeta Mellark moments are ones that aren't explicitly confirmed by the text, but GOD do they live in my head rent free because of what they could tell us about Peeta and his headspace post hijacking with regards to his feelings about, and devotion to, Katniss. 1.) peeta being caught in flames of the same firebomb that burned katniss. we know for certain that peeta did make it to the City Circle

and, given the severity of Peeta's burns and the way in which they mimic Katniss' - i believe Peeta was able to follow behind close enough to stay within sight of her. I believe that he was close enough to see the initial bomb go down, see katniss yelling after prim, and have just enough time to make it to katniss before getting hit with the flames face first (throwing his hands up to protect himself.)

so, in the end, just as they started their journey of "the girl who was on fire" and "the boy with the bread" on that chariot to the City Circle - they ended it the same way. Together and covered in flames. 2.) tucking Katniss into bed after her breakdown with Buttercup.

we see the breakdown happen in the living room, where she passes out, and we also see that hours later she wakes up in her own bed with Buttercup next to her.

i have always believed that Peeta heard the the breakdown and the yelling, and, just as he always did for her nightmares, he came to check on her. Finding her passed out on the floor of her living room, he carried her up to her bedroom and puts her to bed.

[katnissmellarkkk]

something about the way that haymitch always, always, always had one functional parent before his games. there was always someone there to care for him, to make sure he was okay, to hold him and make him feel better. no matter how hard things got for him in twelve, he always had his ma to take care of him.

and then he was reaped and he had to say goodbye to his ma and from that moment on, he never had a parent looking after him again.

something about the way katniss actually contrasts this. for all their similarities, katniss is the opposite of haymitch here. she became the head of the household at eleven, after burdock died and asterid’s mental health deteriorated. she was responsible for taking care of her family, of keeping them alive, never allowing her mother to care for her again because the trust was broken and katniss could never forgive the hurt those months left on her heart.

and then she went into the games and somehow ended up with a new parent of sorts, who messed up as he may be, always always always looked after her the best he could. a parent she now looked to for advice, for guidance, for direction and for protection. a parent who stood up for her to the gamemakers when they wanted to alter her unconscious body, who stood up to a violent peacekeeper for the first time in twenty-five years because she was hurt, who held her when the boy she loved was being tortured and knocked sense into her when she was being a brat to him weeks later. a parent who volunteered to take her back to the place he swore he could never face again without a bottle because it held the ghosts of every other person he’d ever loved.

it’s just a sad little contrast. haymitch went into the games with a loving, attentive parent and came out with no one to ever care for him like that again. katniss went into the games with a mentally unstable parent who could run from reality at any given second and came out with a prickly but protective one who’d die for her in a second.

[clairvoyantly-yours]

honestly, reading the hunger games from peeta's perspective would be really interesting

[charcoalseraphim]

when you close your eyes, do you think of me? by @charcoal_seraphim on ao3

a post-mockingjay fic from peeta's pov, exploring the conversations that preceded "so after." excerpt from chapter nine My legs tremble for the next half-hour while I get ready. It’s hard to ignore the allure of our bed, with its cushy mattress that might, if anything, help me absorb what happened in the kitchen. But Katniss keeps darting up the stairs, seemingly recovered, saying there’s a big, big, big surprise waiting. Which, quite honestly—when spoken in Effie Trinket’s accent—scares me more than I’d like to say.  So I ready myself as fast as I can, showering again and cleaning my teeth and stumbling back downstairs, both shaky and lighter than air. Back in the kitchen, Katniss reveals a hidden picnic she’d packed as I’d slept this morning, and announces—with great bravado—that we’re going to the woods for lunch and a long walk. I wonder to myself, as I tie my shoes, if she got any sleep the night before. But her energy is unmatched, and before both shoes are on fully, she drags my hand urgently toward the door.  “Go faster,” she says.  “What’s the rush? We have all day.”  “Don’t ruin the fun," she says, and she sprints out the door. “Oh, so sorry!” I call as she goes, smirking, shoving my heel down to meet the sole of my boot, and chasing after her.  Her excitement is so scarce and infectious that I feel it wash over me in great, bounding waves. She pulls me across the green while I carry the basket, running for the nearest opening in the fence. It’s a gorgeous fall morning, with a tepid breeze that promises mid-afternoon heat. In the trees, we slow to a walk beside each other. She maintains her silent tread without effort, whereas I snap every twig and leaf in front of me.  “Where are we headed?” I ask, chest so full I’m surprised I don’t lift right off the ground.  “Just wait,” is her only reply. But she threads her fingers through mine and puts her head to my shoulder.

[highonhutcherson]

Imagine we get a peeta pov from suzzane and it starts like this:

Prologue describing the bread incident, it's like a page and a half long.

THEN CHAPTER ONE starts with peeta and his brother who's of reaping age getting ready, peeta mentions how his mother is more cold and distant than regular days, then Otho comes in, straightens the boys shirts and tells them "no matter what happens, make sure you obey" peeta says he's not sure why, but every year his dad says this.

[darcyolsson]

watched the catching fire movie p much right after reading the book and I genuinely think I've never seen an adaptation this faithful, with all of the changes to the story only really being the ones strictly necessary for a different format of storytelling. HOWEVER there was one choice I don't understand and that's that they did keep in the part where everyone acted really weird around katniss (johanna stripping naked, chaff kissing her, finnick's sugarcube flirting) but then didn't explain that it's because they were trying to get her attention as someone who defied the capitol, so it just looks like they're extremely weird for absolutely no reason 😭

[mandrakemistakes]

To Snare A Mockingjay

Gale's inner monologue when Peeta brings up "all those nights on the train." I saw some discussion about this (discussers tagged below) and wanted to give it a shot. DISCLAIMER I know this is pretty mean, if you think its too far for canon Gale that's fair. I'm just having a little fun with it. Also obviously Gale's opinions are not mine

@heartforeyes @liberalk1tsch @butterflyintochains

___________

My hackles are up the moment I spot him, with his guards to either side and a cold, dead look in his eyes. Predator eyes, I think. They’re locked on the back of catnips head. I notice her tense next to me as she swivels to follow my gaze. After years of hunting together, I can sense when she’s poised to run and when she’s about to strike. Right now, it could go either way. 

Peeta sits down. There’s some back and forth with Delly. Some bad joke with Finnick Odair. But I’m only watching Katniss. She’s been better lately, more focused, but what will she make of this patched together shell of a man? Maybe, he can find his way back to something resembling normal and she’ll be able to finally let him and all that hunger games madness go. When this war is done, I’ll be able to build something new, in a new world, and leave everything to do with twelve, and coal, and district fences behind. I want to bring her with me, but I can’t do that if she’s stuck in her past. 

“He did save your life, Peeta. More than once.,” says Delly. 

I remember that, watching Katniss on the screen lose her head over it. Sometimes she’s still that twelve-year-old I met in the woods with too much sentiment and not enough grit. There was no way he was going to survive those games, she had to have known that, that they couldn’t both win. She needed to be stronger about that. The first snare I showed her, she complained it was unfair to the rabbits. I told her it was more fair than starving to death and she came around. She always comes around eventually.

“For her,” Peeta says, jerking his head towards Katniss. “For the rebellion. Not for me. I don’t owe him anything.”

“Maybe not. But Mags is dead and you’re still here. That should count for something.” Katniss snaps. It’s a relief she’s angry and not just pitying him. Pity won’t get me anywhere. 

“Yeah, a lot of things should count for something that don’t seem to, Katniss. I’ve got some memories I can’t make sense of, and I don’t think the Capitol touched them,” he says, “A lot of nights on the train for instance.” 

Apparently, she comes around for anybody. If Peeta wasn’t already wounded beyond repair I’d knock his teeth out for that. I clench my jaw and pull my fists under the table to maintain some semblance of control. She lied to me; Katniss fucking lied to me. She told me everything with Peeta was an act but there was clearly more going on than even the cameras knew about. Desperate people do desperate things, but I always thought she was better than that. Cleaner, somehow, more careful. The thought makes my stomach churn. Next to me, a flush is creeping up Katniss’s neck and she looks away from Peeta, down at her tray of food. It’s as good as an admission of guilt. 

I’d like to be shocked, but I long suspected this is what he had over her. He gets in her head and the fire and fight I know she has in her gets muddled. At least now I know how and why. That old hatred coils around my chest, the one I always felt watching her kiss him on screen during the games. The betrayal of it, the way she acts like I don’t even exist, it burns white hot. 

“So, are you two officially a couple now, or are they still dragging out the star-crossed lover thing?” Peeta asks, pointing to me with a spoon. He’d best be careful I don’t shove the thing back down his throat. 

“Still dragging,” pipes up Johanna. 

Peeta was always hard to hate, which frustrated me. It would’ve been easier to just have it out with him and be done, but he was such a decent guy I had to point all the jealous rage at Katniss, for putting me in that position in the first place. But now, now I can really loathe him and it’s a relief. Who would’ve believed it. 

“I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it myself,” I say. 

“What’s that?” Asks Peeta. 

“You.” 

“You’ll have to be more specific,” he says, “what about me?” 

“That they’ve replaced you with the evil-mutt version of yourself,” says Joanna. 

Yup. That about sums it up. 

I’m not going to sit in the humiliation anymore and I want to get Katniss out of here, away from Peeta. I acted too slow last time but I won’t make that mistake again. This time it’s me who has the proximity, the access, and the upper hand. There won’t be any more trains.

“You done?” I ask her, ignoring Peeta entirely and finishing my milk. She doesn’t answer, just stands up. I walk her out of the room with a backwards glare at Peeta as Delly starts to lay into him for his “rude behavior.” 

I truly didn’t expect him to be angry at her quite like that, it’s such a jarring mirror to my own pain. Maybe, this can all work out for the best. If a lure doesn’t get your quarry where you want it to go, sometimes you can direct with a deterrent instead. If Katniss can take a few more steps away from Peeta, she’ll find herself right in my arms, and everything will snap into place just as it should. 

[crxzytogether]

k this is my manifestation list of the cliche romance scenarios i wanna see:

them being speechless at the sight of each other on prom night stuttering over their words

rain kiss from a fight

accidental hand hold, awkwardly staring at each other and letting go

one of them to almost die(will) and we get the same reaction from mike that we got from katniss catching fire when peeta touched the forcefield are you picking up what im putting down

then we need mike to almost die and only be able to focus on will

ASLEEP/NIGHTMARE/DREAM yelling out the others name (we agree that it needs to be mike calling out for will and will reassuring him that hes right there)

ok this isnt a cliche romance scenarios but I need a hug, a really good heartfelt long hug where they both sink into each other and cant let go (mike cant let go) need to see it on their faces too, bonus points for tears but that's not important I need to feel the relief through the screen

with mikes pov back we see his hyper focus on will and how he cant stop staring at will and worrying about will and thinking about will (like this is something we already know is true bc "you were rolling your eyes you were moping" but i want it to be obvious to the audience yk bc they need to be spoonfed plus it'd be nice to see mike obviously pining for will after all of season 4 we got will i want you to be happy but please look at me just once byers

i already said it before BUT RAIN KISS GODDAMNIT that would actually save change lives

lastly idk if i want it in the same scene as the rain kiss but accidental ily like why do you even care because i love you type beat yk OR callback to it's not my fault you dont like girls gimme it's not my fault you dont love el omg i scream

the only reason i wouldnt want it with the kiss is bc i think theyd need a day or two to dwell on the accidental confession before acting on it bc high chance will doesnt even believe it and mike regrets saying it...

ok actual last one after mike is able to accept himself a little more and theyve confessed/estabilished feelings whatnot, gimme the theyre holding hands staring into each others eyes or hugging emotionally or kissing idk something intimate like that and will says something like what if someone sees and mike says i dont care(SOBS CRIES THROWS UP) while looking at will fondly with a small smile UGH

ok thats all from me good day

[peetapie]

If we ever do get another hunger games book, I think it’ll be from Peetas pov. Just to keep with the theme of all the book surrounding the district 12 victors and everything pointing back to Katniss.

[triassictriserratops]

Don't mind me. I'm just crying and imagining being Peeta Mellark.

Growing up being berated and abused. Being the extra mouth to feed. Not the firstborn. Not the best wrestler. Not the daughter. Not perfect. Growing up watching a hunter sing to birds. Watching him hold and love his daughters and his wife. Seeing him take time out of his mining schedule to take his daughter to her first day of school. Growing up watching a girl sing like her father. Growing up watching her her love and protect her sister fiercely. Watching her lose her song. Watching her become the hunter. Become the protector. Watching her step on a stage to protect the sister that meant everything to her. Going into a conversation with your mentor to explore what you can both do to get this girl back to her sister. Weighing the cost of your life and deciding that more will suffer if she doesn't return to her family versus your own family - which would maybe even be better off if you didn't. Deciding to put your heart on a cutting board for the whims of Capitol delight - all to use as propaganda to make this girl important to a fickle crowd. Digging your own grave and laying in the mud, waiting to die. Hoping it was all enough. Hoping she'll win, but knowing that - odds are - you'll die never knowing. Waking up to her gray eyes above you. Looking for you. Pulling you out of the earth. Saving YOU. Risking herself for YOU. Running into danger for YOU. Experiencing the same protection she so readily gives her sister. As if you MATTER. Against all odds, getting out. Surviving. Together. Being willing to die - for her or with her. But SURVIVING. Not together. Not the way you thought. It wasn't real.

[inkstainsonmyfingertips]

indelible:

unable to be forgotten or erased.

her shining face and wild hair were indelible, he would have never forgotten, at least the old him.

[lunar-years]

don’t want no other shade of blue, but you / no other sadness in the world would do

Part 5/?? of my favorite ships + taylor swift songs | Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark

[txtssera]

it might be out there and i just haven’t found it yet (mostly because i haven’t looked but that’s besides the point) but i would like a rewrite of the original trilogy from haymitchs point of view. i feel like that would be really devastating to my heart and soul to see how he grew to love both of them and how he watched their love develop

[charcoalseraphim]

when you close your eyes, do you think of me by @charcoal_seraphim on ao3

a post-mockingjay, grow-together fic exploring the conversations that preceded "so after." excerpt from chapter six “I love her!” “There it is,” says Haymitch, nodding. “For real this time? Not a crush? Not something made bigger by circumstance? Really, you do—knowing everything you know about her?” I nod. “Huh. Equal parts terrible and brilliant,” he says. “Yeah,” I agree. “Terrible.” I look away for a minute, because the real truth is worse and he’ll see it on my face in an instant. But then I look back, because this is Haymitch, and in his house, pity will get me nowhere.