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Dropping the Dough-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: This chapter was written for d12drabbles, prompt 5--dialogue prompt. The prompt was "What's in the bag?" Everything Old-Hey_You (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta have experienced a tragic loss, compounded by Peeta's mental health and the interference of others. Alternative universe. Evolution-kismet4891(ff) Summary: AU. The evolution of Katniss' love life through breaking up with her first boyfriend to meeting a handsome, college quarterback. Fall-Ellembee (ao3) Summary: Katniss only joined the District*4 Fan Club to get the presale code so she could buy tickets for Prim's fifteenth birthday. She had no idea there was a contest or that she would win. She had no idea she would wind up backstage meeting the four ridiculously attractive members of the band. And she definitely had no idea Peeta Mellark would be so damn charming. Fire and Ice: Hopelessly Devoted-Falafel_Waffel (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark should never go shot for shot with Thom ever again. Fire Beats Roses-geekymoviemom (ao3) Summary: “Upon the sixteenth birthday of any district citizen, in lieu of presenting him or herself for the annual Hunger Games reaping, he or she may instead choose to be joined in marriage with another district citizen.” Following the death of her father, Katniss Everdeen swore she would never get married, never have children. But when fate intervenes in a way that she never could have expected, she realises she must now choose between what she chose to believe, and what her heart has always desired. Fix You-WinterWednesday (ao3) Summary: Ten years after the September 11th tragedy, seeking closure for her experience, Katniss Everdeen sets out to find the firefighter that saved her life that day when she was 11 years old. Modern AU. EVERLARK Fly the Flag-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: I told @xerxia31 then about my idea for a Flag Day themed drabble, and she promptly responded with, “Flag Day’s a thing?” It is, my Canadian friend, and today is the day.  Giving Thanks, Taking Throws-goldspaypaint (ao3) Summary: This is an out take from Ties That Bond. But can be read entirely on its own. Its just shameless dry-hump smut. Part of Me-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Twins Katniss and Primrose Everdeen are both confident, both successful…both unable to remember that one drunken night…and both pregnant. Everlark. Galerose. Modern AU.

[mega-aulover]

Can we appreciate just how amazing Peeta Mellark is? I mean a teenage boy who basically slept in the bed of the girl he was in love with, adored, obsessed with, and never crossed the line. I think it was @arbyeatscheesebuns hubby @hubbyofaneverlarkedwife who pointed out Peeta was playing the long game. Peeta was just a nice guy who always wanted to do the best thing for Katniss.

Nice guys don't always finish Last.

Peeta sacrificed everything for Katniss. She was important to him. So much so that Peeta was the only one who acknowledged Prim's death.

No one, not Haymitch, Not Greasy-Sae, Not Mrs. Everdeen, Not the Capitol, Not Paylor, Not Districts, Not District 13, Not Gale, Not the Hawthorne Clan, NO ONE - Except Peeta - acknowledged Prim's death.

He understood what Prim's death meant to Katniss and how devastating that was for Katniss. The first thing he did when he came from the Capitol was spent the entire morning seeking Primrose Bushes in the woods (which he's not familiar with!) and then proceeded tp plant them as a memorial to Prim, on the side of Katniss's house.

I wake with a start. Pale morning light comes around the edges of the shutters. The scraping of the shovel continues. Still half in the nightmare, I run down the hall, out the front door, and around the side of the house, because now I'm pretty sure I can scream at the dead. When I see him, I pull up short. His face is flushed from digging up the ground under the windows. In a wheelbarrow are five scraggly bushes.

“You're back,” I say. “Dr. Aurelius wouldn't let me leave the Capitol until yesterday,” Peeta says. “By the way, he said to tell you he can't keep pretending he's treating you forever. You have to pick up the phone.” He looks well. Thin and covered with burn scars like me, but his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look. He's frowning slightly, though, as he takes me in. I make a halfhearted effort to push my hair out of my eyes and realize it's matted into clumps. I feel defensive. “What are you doing?” “I went to the woods this morning and dug these up. For her,” he says. “I thought we could plant them along the side of the house.” I look at the bushes, the clods of dirt hanging from their roots, and catch my breath as the word rose registers. I'm about to yell vicious things at Peeta when the full name comes to me. Not plain rose but evening primrose. The flower my sister was named for. I give Peeta a nod of assent and hurry back into the house, locking the door behind me. - Mockingjay CH 27 S. Collins

He was the only one of all of the people who knew Prim, that openly mourned her death. Peeta showed the depth of emotion he had for Katniss and her family. It was a sign of respect and love.

[thegreatmelodrama]

Let’s talk about water’s symbolism of rebirth in both The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and Mockingjay, with a specific focus on Snow and Katniss.

When Katniss first returns home, she is still very much stuck within this “fire-mutt” mindset, as that is what she sees herself as. She is actively grieving Prim while also coming to terms with all of the death she has seen and also brought about. However, seeing Peeta planting Primroses around her house, Katniss begins the healing process. She does so by taking her first shower since arriving back in 12, in which she undergoes a rebirth of sorts. She sheds the peeling skin caused by her burns and thus the “fire-mutt” and emerges scarred yet with a newfound sense of hope and a will to persist--to live. The burning of the rose Snow left within her home further cements and finalizes this rebirth. She is not immediately healed by any means; however, her shower signals a new chapter for Katniss to begin her new life in a new world and not as a tribute, victor, the Mockingjay, or a fire-mutt, but rather as herself— as Katniss Everdeen.

Something similar happens in TBOSAS as well with Snow, and what makes it more interesting is that, like in Mockingjay, it occurs near the end of Act III of the book. More specifically, Snow undergoes a rebirth after he emerges from the lake in 12 after disposing of the evidence for the murders he committed. However, the difference with water’s symbolism of rebirth here is that it is definitely a rebirth in the negative sense. When Snow makes the plunge into the water, he is coming straight from his encounter with Lucy Gray in the woods, where it is presumed that he potentially killed her. Furthermore, when he descends into the water, he still has his mother’s powder on him, along with his father’s compass. However, when he emerges from the water, his mother’s powder is ruined, yet his father’s compass remains intact. In this way, Snow’s rebirth comes in the form of going down the same path as his father in some way and thus leaving behind the “goodness” his mother had always represented (or at least the potential for goodness). Snow emerges hardened and planted firmly on the path that leads to control and power. Furthermore, just like Katniss’s burning of the rose cements her rebirth, so too does Snow’s poisoning of Casca Highbottom.

Therefore, Katniss’s rebirth is one of prosperity, hope, and new life (like a dandelion in the spring), whereas Snow’s rebirth is one of destruction and death.

[darlingsnow0]

hehe Katniss avox one shot that sucks ass

Katniss felt her body jolt back as sparks from the arena flew. Was peeta ok? Was he thrown back by the wave that had just went over the arena? Peeta, the name repeated in her name while she slowly faded into sleep, or unconscious? Could she say death? As her head and eyes got foggy so did the name but it stayed with her, stayed with her till she couldn’t remember.

As Katniss woke up the first thing she noticed was the faint smell of roses and blood and the doctors surrounding her. Was she excepting Haymitch? Or maybe peeta? Was her mother here or prim? They were both doctors, they should be here. No, a voice in her head says, no they shouldn’t be in the capitol. Was she in the capitol? She had to be, the smell of roses and blood, president snow, wouldn’t be in district twelve and neither would the capitol doctors crowding around her be either.

The dull pain in her mouth..what is it? Has she bitten her tongue? Why can she not feel her tongue? Was she put on so much morphling that she cannot feel it anymore? Or is it even still there..is it there? Filled with a new found, but dull panic she reached for her mouth only to be blocked by bandages and a doctors hand, slowly guiding her own back to her lap. She tried to talk, even if it would be muffled by the bandages but she couldn’t only weird guttural sounds and sharp pains. Was she an avox? Had they taken her tongue? Why did she feel so calm? Her tongue had been taken, she should be panicked!

The doctor which had grabbed her hand before slowly grabbed her hand like she was some skittish stray animal. He slowly pressed the needle into her skin and Katniss let him, if she fought would she loose something else? What happened to prim? Where was prim? Or Peeta? Were they dead? Were they dead because of her?

When she wakes up again she is still in the same room and the smell of blood and roses had grown. “Ah, My dear Miss Everdeen” a voice from besides her said, she moved her head slowly and she felt herself start to shake. Next to her was President snow, clean shaven and in a velvet red suit with a prim white rose in his lapel. And she had been promoted to dear Miss Everdeen now? Wow she was really in trouble huh.

He brushed a piece of hair away from her face faster then she could flinch away. She tried to ask what happened, where peeta was or finnick or even Johanna and beetee, or if prim was still alive but all that came out was guttural sounds and slurred parts of words. Snow looked at her delighted, like this was absolutely hilarious how she couldn’t speak. “You must be wondering why you can’t speak, am I right Miss Everdeen?”

She nodded, of course she wanted to know. “Well Miss Everdeen” he started, a smile still on his face, did he get another surgery? His lips look bigger then before “you do know what an avox is, am I right?” He asked and she nodded, who didn’t know what an avox was? “then I assume you can piece together what happened to you” he said. So she had become an avox, was it because she blew out the arena? He did say some districts rebelled because of her, was that another reason? Why was she questioning that, of course it was the reason!

“Not many are supposed to know this but, you set off a full on rebellion after blowing out the arena, revealed lots of undercover rebels as well Miss Everdeen” he said, his voice calm but Katniss knew he had to be seething. She just nodded, what else could she do? He smiled at her “You’ll have to learn to adjust to your lack of tongue now Miss Everdeen” He said before standing up and tucking a white rose behind her hair, where had it come from? But his thumb was near her mouth, she could bite him, should she bite him? She didn’t answer her own question before biting down on snows hand and he pulled away his thumb quickly looking at her with a slightly surprised face, she’d never seen that before. 

“That’s quite rude Miss Everdeen, I’d expect that from a young child, someone way below your age” he said before walking out the room. She felt bad, like a child scolded by their father but snow wasn’t her father and she’s surprised she felt like this, whatever drug they gave her must be messing with her head. Once he left and the clicks of his shoes disappeared she was alone, how does she live like this now? With out a tongue? Would doctors help her? Where would she work? For some wealthy capitol family, if the hunger games continued would she work at the tribute center? Helping others she might’ve known from district twelve, she would’ve done that anyways as a mentor but maybe seeing Haymitch or Effie or peeta worst of all.

Something moved, a sound by the door and tray of food was there. She slowly climbed off bed and walked over to the tray, a bowl of liquid was there. She slowly kneeled down and scooped some up with the plastic spoon on the tray, putting the spoon to her mouth and holding it there too scared to try it. She slowly put her mouth around the spoon, the feeling of no tongue, or the lack of tongue she had gave her a weird feeling and swallowing it seem harder then normal. She didn’t know how useful a tongue could be till now. No more singing for her, a voiceless mockingjay was no good.

[darknight3904]

Bonus Part

This is a teaser to a bonus part of the It Burns For You series.

Warnings: Mentions of Suicide.

"I saved him, Sejanus Plinth, that fool. I saved him only to sign his death warrant later. Plotting to escape Panem and killing the mayor of District 12's daughter. You see, Miss Everdeen, taking life without purpose is wasteful. The mayor's daughter never did anything to Sejanus."

"You say don't take life without waste but what about your Fiancee? The one who killed herself. There have been whispers about it for as long as I can remember. I've never bought that she died on her own accord."

"Patience, Miss Everdeen." He smiles, surprised that the rumor about you still has life, he could have sworn he had covered that up perfectly.

"Have you ever heard the name Lucy Gray Baird?" He asked, genuinely curious if that foolish Covey had passed her name down the way her songs had swirled around the rebellion.

"No," Katniss says

"She was a victor of the Hunger Games, just like you. The first victor of District 12 to be precise. There's nothing left of her though. She is but a whisper in the wind, I saw to that myself. I must not have done it thoroughly though, after all, you know her songs. The Hanging Tree, and that sweet song you sang that little girl who died in your arms in your first games."

Coriolanus smiles as Katniss' face knits into a mask of displeasure and anger.

"Calm yourself, Miss Everdeen, I'll be finished shortly."

He watches her fists clench, suffocating the stem of the rose she picked between her fingers.

"You asked about my fiance. You're right about your theory, she didn't kill herself the way the gossips spread their lies across this country say. I rid myself of her one day, it was an accident you see. She attacked me first...I regret it though. I regret it most when I'm alone."

Coriolanus sighs, suddenly overcome with sadness as he thinks of you, Lucy Gray, and even Sejanus.

Katniss is quiet for a moment. Her fingers turn the rose over in her fingers, examining it for nonexistent imperfections.

"You deserve it. You deserve every bit of pain her death causes you. You deserve to know the pain you've caused countless families by sending their children into the games. What you've caused me and my family by killing Prim."

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[thesweetnessofspring]

Roses and Pearls by HalfHope (thesweetnessofspring)

Rated: E

Description: Peeta Mellark is the sole victor of the Quarter Quell. With District 12 nothing but ash, he rebuilds his life by moving to the Capitol and falling in love with Rosalia Snow, granddaughter to Coriolanus Snow.

Then people Peeta thought long dead kidnap him and Rosalia, including the one person he hates more than anyone: Katniss Everdeen. They say he's been hijacked. They say that he used to love her. Locked away in District 13, Peeta is determined to protect his mind and his fiancée from the rebels. But while imprisoned, videos disprove his memories and his feelings toward Katniss grow confusing. Who can he trust, and what really happened in his past?

Thank you @louezem for beta-ing this chapter! It's been a long time coming and one we've been looking forward to.

Chapter One | Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Each day, more people from District 13 come to Three. They first utilize the homes in Victor Village, four people to each bedroom, with families and couples getting priority and the single people then lining the living rooms with their cots to sleep. I get assigned to the Everdeens’ room, the same one Katniss and I shared. Once we wash the sheets, we let Prim and Mrs. Everdeen have the bed while Katniss and I put our cots next to each other on the floor. It means we don’t have the same privacy as before, but we manage to find time to ourselves, especially when Prim and Mrs. Everdeen work at the same time.

The propos air in all of the Districts while Beetee and Electra continue to work on how to break through the Capitol’s airwaves long enough for the propos to run. The feedback, they say, is largely positive. Unknown to me, as I’d been shielded in the Capitol, had been the fact that many in the districts grew distrustful of me when I started dating Rosalia. The propo revealing the details of the hijacking and Katniss accepting me as her lover again had increased the fury toward the Capitol and restored my image. Most importantly, Katniss and I coming together again after six years apart gave people hope that after all of these years, the Capitol can be toppled.

With the positive response, Plutarch and Cressida want to keep the momentum going, and Katniss and I are told we’ll be given a tour of a factory in Three for a propo. So far, Three is the only district to completely push the Capitol out, because of the force fields they’ve set up around key parts of the district. This was largely thanks to Electra, who had designed a force field stronger than the one that had contained all of the arenas for years. The so-called “chink” Katniss had described to me had gone from the size of an orange to a pea. 

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[tumblingghosts]

hello i'm here to ask for more about time travel katniss meeting jessup diggs because the post you made about it has haunted me to this day

re: time travelling katniss meets jessup

hello!! omg katniss time travel- sorry it took ages to answer this, but yes!! i’d love to yap about it!! so my original idea was that katniss is coming back from after the capitol bombing of district thirteen-

katniss still incredibly shaken by the new roses that snow planted and the reminder that they hold. she can't make herself say the line they want her to because she can't stop thinking about what will happen to peeta if she does (mockingjay, part ii "the assault", p163) and eventually has to be sedated. except when katniss wakes from what they injected her with, she doesn't wake up in thirteen. instead, she wakes up by the lake in d12.

she remembers getting sedated and makes her way to the ruins of twelve so she can try to clear her head, figuring that if the d13 crew left her here, then they would be nearby and pick her up later. the walk through the forest helps some. except, when she gets to the outskirts of what was d12, there's people, there's homes, there's more than the pile of rubble she had visited several weeks before.

it's at that point she starts to doubt herself- she thinks it might just be a dream or hallucination. she's been so stressed over peeta. it's no wonder that some of her reminders are slipping, she thinks. my name is katniss everdeen. i am seventeen years old. my home is district 12. there is no district 12. there is no district 12. there is no district 12. and yet- she slips under the fence and into the seam.

it's familiar, painfully so, yet there isn't a single face that she recognizes. she's lived in the seam her entire life. she knows the hob well. but she doesn't know anyone and no one seems to know her. this should be her district, her home, yet she's left feeling out of place in her d13 mockingjay outfit. this is how jessup finds her, stumbling upon her and pulling her aside.

you shouldn't stick out like that, he tells her.

jessup doesn't know where she's from. he doesn't know everyone in the district, but she looks seam, except her clothes are nice. they're a plain black, but they look new and well-made. that kind of casual display of wealth can be dangerous. when he finds that katniss doesn't have a place to stay (she'd passed by where she lived and it had hardly been recognizable as her house), he brings her to his home, apologizing that they don't have enough food for another mouth, but at least she'd have a roof over her head.

it reminds her, strikingly, of peeta- that casual kindness for someone he doesn't even know, who he owes nothing to, yet chooses to give to anyway. katniss decides she's going to pay him back. hunting is something familiar, something that's almost comforting, and the new bow that she makes fits in her hands much better than the ones in the arena or the one that d13 had made for her. she brings back several squirrels for the diggs family, insists upon them taking it all, but jessup still gives her one back. he could hardly eat what she hunted for them while leaving none for her. katniss concedes to that.

it's a month before the hunger games and katniss finds herself falling into a family. she misses prim, she misses peeta, she misses haymitch, she misses gale- but she's missed d12 too, and she's missed this sense of community that thirteen never quite had for her. she was their mockingjay, and katniss was never ready to be a symbol. this, on the other hand, is straightforward. familiar. she hunts, she provides, she cares- and she ends up opening up as she learns more about the lives of the people she is living with.

she’s has always been protective of those with kindness, who choose to be compassionate in a place where selfishness means survival- yet the diggs family have opened their home to her for no other reason than she needed it. jessup has to reminder over and over that it’s not about owing, but katniss still helps where she can. she learns what she had been trying so hard to ignore, that this is far before her years, far before even her parents’ years, and katniss struggles with that knowledge. peeta and prim are far into a future she doesn’t know if she could ever rejoin, and when the tenth hunger games roll around, they take away yet another kind boy in her life.

the arena has haunted her twice-over, but katniss thinks she could suffer a third if it means saving the boy who embodies compassion. katniss does not know who lucy gray is, but she tries to take her place for jessup’s sake. however, these are the early days, and volunteering is not yet an established allowance. there are no capitol escorts to approve of such an action, only a mayor who had rigged the reaping for a specific girl and was not going to allow a sudden commotion to change his mind.

katniss cannot even watch the games. it is not mandatory to watch the games, and she hadn’t realized that. she does not know if that’s a mercy or not. she does not want to watch jessup die, but there is something tragic about the thought of him dying with no one to give him a proper send-off. the only thing that keeps her from doing the three-finger salute as he’s dragged away is that she is not ready to say goodbye. it is the last time she sees jessup diggs.

katniss can’t make herself stay at the diggs household when jessup is returned in a box. she goes on a hunting trip and leaves the spoils on the table the night she slips out. the capitol has killed jessup, and she thinks of peeta still suffering in the capitol, miles and years away. she doesn’t know when her district, her home, had become so unfamiliar. she finds herself back in the forest, back at the lake, back at the house by it that her dad had taken her to.

and katniss lets herself mourn.

(woo okay that got pretty long- there’s some drama to be had if katniss ever meets lucy gray, maybe they have a chance to talk about jessup and remember. she’s not too happy to learn about lucy gray’s new peacekeeper boyfriend, especially when katniss learns exactly who he is, but i like to think that katniss’s hostility towards snow does make lucy gray a bit more wary. she does remember katniss attempting to volunteer for her after all, even if they don’t quite know each other.)

thank you for the ask!! :D

[countrymusiclover]

7 - The Games - Day One

Part 8

Are You Capitol or District

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“Now the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman. For the honor of representing District 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games.” Sitting in my father’s chair in front of the tv screen I nervously watched the Reaping of the 74th Hunger Games. Effie trinket drew out a name from the female bowl heading back over to the microphone. “Primrose Everdeen.”

“Oh my god no!” Covering my mouth with my hands I saw the young blonde haired girl walk through the crowd. Being able to see she had to only be 12 years old.

Prim spun around on her feet with the cameras showing a older girl with dark brown hair rushing towards her with the peacekeepers began to stop her. “Prim! Prim, no, no, I volunteer. I volunteer - I volunteer as tribute!”

“I believe we had a volunteer.” Effi declared to the crowd.

The peacekeepers let the two hug before the older girl told the young one to get out of there. “Prim, you need to get out of here.”

“No.”

She told her again. “Go find mom.”

“No.”

“Prim, go find mom. I’m so sorry.”

A guy walked over to them scooping up the young girl and carrying her over to her mother with the older girl being escorted up onto the stage. “No, no, no!” Prim cried out with such terror in her voice.

“What’s your name?” The announcer asked her.

She responded to her question. “Katniss Everdeen.”

“Well I bet my hat that was your sister wasn’t it?”

Katniss replied. “Yes.”

Laying back I felt tears welling in my eyes at what had just aired on the television. District 12 had never had a volunteer until today. So this would change the Games forever, nobody knew it at the time.

Katniss had refused to go to sleep like Mags and Peeta had just laid down on the ground when the sky started turning dark meaning it was nightfall. Leaning my back against one of the trees seeing Finnick lay his trident down beside my feet sitting down next to me. “How are you feeling now about all this?”

“Still freaked out. But I think it’s better than what alternative Snow offered me.” I replied, eyeing a sleeping Mags laying across from us.

Finnick glanced at me. “What did he demand from you?”

“He wanted me to be his Capitol Rose.” I paused thinking back on the conversation I had with the president. “It took me a minute to realize what he meant by that when I started thinking about you and the little bit you told me about what he did to you.”

He clicked his tongue. “Selling your body to the Capitol citizens.”

“He claimed that they loved me almost as much as they do you.”

He slowly reaches down, intertwining my hand with his larger one. “I'm sorry he tried to threaten you, Ari.”

“I thought he couldn't do that until you were 18 years old. It's only the rest of this year and then he could force that fate upon me if we made - if I made it out of here.”

Finnick shot his head around so fast I swore it would’ve spun around if it physically could. “You're getting out of here. I swear that to you. Now you should get some sleep. I'll wake you up if anything changes.” He tells me, tucking some wet strands of hair behind my ear.

Pushing some leaves out of the way I managed to find a not so harsh spot to lay my head down on. “Night Finn.” I muttered closing my eyes and falling asleep.

He whispered back to me. “Night Ari.”

Finnick stared down at the golden bangle he was wearing on his left wrist from Haymitch. When he had given it to him during their conversation he secretly knew that he was saying take care of my daughter, even though the bracelet was meant to show Katniss that Haymitch trusted the district 4 tribute.

Haymitch and Effie were watching the Games inside the nearest bar area in the common area of the Capitol. Everyone had their attention focused on the Games. Effie lightly hit her lover on the arm. “This is madness. She has no experience in here like all the other victors do.”

“Don’t you think I already know that. And besides if I attempted to do anything against the games Snow would kill her instantly before our eyes.”

She slumped her shoulders in disbelief. “I can’t have this conversation with you right now.”

Haymitch watched her walk away from him in those bright red heels clicking on the floor. He stayed there for a few minutes knowing he couldn’t tell her the real backup plan he had in mind. “We gotta talk about Ariyne. She needs to come out of the arena alive.” He moved through the crowd finding Plutarch was walking around outside until he pulled him into the nearest elevator.

“I can't guarantee that can happen, Haymitch. Katniss is the lightning rod for the rebellion.” He started to say to the man in front of him.

Haymitch snapped at him. “She’s my daughter and I refuse to leave her behind!”

“I didn't mean it like that but we have to have Katniss and Finnick.”

He glared at him. “Either you get my daughter out of there like we talked about or you might lose my support along with Effie and Finnick. Because he now cares about her too.”

“What do you mean he cares about her. They’ve only known each other for two weeks.”

Haymitch shrugged his shoulders with a weak smile. “I’m not really sure how it happened so fast. But it has and I told him to do whatever he could to protect her in that arena. I saw the look in his eyes, Plutarch. It’s not love, but if they made it out it could turn into that. She’s - she’s missed out on living life.”

“I’ll do the best I can. I will, I promise. But I’ve gotta make it not look rigged with Snow watching.” The head game maker warned his friend.

The former victor extended his hand. “I understand. Please rescue my little Ariyne.”

“Enjoy the show, Abernathy.” Plutarch shook his hand before the elevator door dinged open and they parted going their separate ways.

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

So this is my idea of what the afterlife would look like for Everlark (this is a very rough draft) -

Katniss, as an old lady, smiling as she talks with a young man in a brown leather jacket & a short whisp of a woman in a colourful dress.

A woman with curly hair decorated with flowers (every kind except white roses) & a brown eyed boy are deep in conversation.

Prim & Rue (who also have flowers decorating their hair - for Rue it's the ones she was "burried" with & for Prim it's the ones Peeta planted by Katniss's house) are playing with Buttercup & Lady as their mother's (one of which looks much younger then she did in Katniss's lifetime) watch on fondly.

Old man Peeta suddenly strolls into the clearing with an, old, Delly laughing & talking as they carry baskets of freshly baked goods. Madge gives a wave & a smile then goes back to trying to teach Delly's brother how to play the recorder.

The woman talking with Katniss & the man in the leather jacket stop when Peeta approaches, let's out a squeaky laugh at his apology before going to join the conversation between the curly haired woman & the brown eyed boy.

Peeta puts down his basket to hug Katniss & the man in the leather jacket smiles & kisses her forehead before heading to where his wife is.

Peeta asks her where the others are, to which she says Haymitch & his GF went to visit Mayslee, Hazelle had left to catch up with her family & Greasy Sae went to spend time with Ripper.

Peeta was disappointed as he'd just finished making a strawberry tart that would have been a perfect dessert for Madge's father & Katniss lovingly reminds him that Madge can take it with her whenever she leaves.

Then Mags & Finnick show up, by climbing out of a lake, with a young Annie (they're both dressed in their wedding clothes). Peeta & Katniss congratulates her on reuniting with Finnick again & on all she's accomplished in her life after they left, explaining that Finnick & Mags weren't the only ones checking up on her from this place.

That wether it was from Peeta's kitchen window, Katniss's lake, the puddles Haymitch's geese loved to splash around in, the throats of the Mockingjays or Finnick's & Mags's dreams. Everyone had seen, heard or felt the best & worst parts of her life without them & had just been waiting for her to finally be able to join them.

Mags (now free of the effects of her stroke) gose to join in the conversation between the short, whisp of a woman, the lady with the curly flowery hair & the brown eyed boy, who'd began feeding bread crumbs to a flock of Mockingjays. 

Finnick smiles lovingly at Annie as she burst into tears when, later in the evening, Joahnna trudges into the clearing, plops down in front of the fire & deposits a bag of shells she'd "happened to stumble upon" in her lap which Annie & Peeta deside to set aside to paint/turn into jewellery later.

Much to everyones delight, Mr Everdeen opens one of the baskets & pulls out the ingredients to make smores. Then when eveyones nice & full him, Lucy & Maude strike up a song. Peeta eventually gets Katniss to join in, which makes her dad smile, her mum cry, Prim (with Buttercup on her lap & Lady at her feet) & Rue cheer, Joahnna wolf whistle & everyone else laugh & clap along.

When the fire finally dies out & the only light left comes from the moon & fire flys most of the people start saying their farewells & heading to their own "places" until its only Katniss, Peeta, her family, a young Haymitch & his family left.

At that point they all walk to what would be the Victors village in the real world (but there is no gate, the houses aren't run down & the path to get there is covered in flowers & beatiful wildlife).

Once outside his home, Haymitch says a hasty goodbye to Katniss & Peeta before him & his younger brother are battling to see who can make it through the door first (much to their mother's exasperation).

Katniss & Peeta then go to drop the Everdeens at their house that has a plant shop downstairs & leave just as Prim is begging Mrs Everdeen to allow Rue to sleep over the next day to which she replys 'if her mother allows it' (Katniss of course dose not leave without giving her dad & sister a big hug while her mother settles for a kiss on the cheek).

Katniss & Peeta then make their way to where Katniss's childhood home once recided (though much cleaner & warmer than it had ever been when she'd actually lived there & now with a rather nice kitchen).

As Buttercup curls up at the foot of their bed (she & Prim take it in turns who he stays the night with) & the two lovebirds get ready for bed Katniss turns to her husband.

'I want a night with the girl's tomorrow,' she says. 'I thought you might,' says Peeta with a smile. 'I'll be younger....for a bit,' Katniss decides. 'So will I, probably,' says Peeta. 'Oh?' Asks Katniss, curious. 'I was thinking of visiting my family for a few hours,' he admits. 'That's great, just don't let your mother-'. 'I won't, I promise'. Katniss still dosn't look sure. 'Tell you what if she says anything even remotely passive aggressive, I'll leave straight away & just hang out with Haymitch & Finnick for the day?'. 'Good, it's just'. 'I know'. 'I don't ever want you feeling bad about yourself again, not here'. 'Don't worry, this place is good, we'll always be safe here'. 'Like in our cave?' She asks fondly. 'Even better,' he insists as he wraps his arms around her small but plump frame. 'How long do you think it'll take for the others to come, do you think?'. 'Not for a long time, hopefully,' he responds & she sighs. 'You're right, I guess I just miss hugging my babies,' she admits. 'I know, my little swamp potato,' he teases making Katniss sit up with a blush. 'Oh, I should never have taught you about plants!' She seeths making her husband laugh, dissolving her anger as quickly as it had come but also waking Buttercup with a hiss. 'Ok, ok, we'll quieten down, you silly old thing,' she muttered. 'Hey, be nice to your sister's cat,' Peeta teased again. 'His both of ours now,' she reminded him primly before sticking her tounge out. 'Ok, you got me there, but we really should go to sleep now, we both have big plans tomorrow afterall,' Peeta says, through a yawn. Katniss nods sleepily as he turns off the bedside lamp & the two cuddle up beneath the covers.

'I guess waiting for them here isn't really the worst thing in the world,' Katniss admits. '& why is that sweetheart?' Ask Peeta, curious. 'Back....before there was no guarantees, everything....so rushed & fragile, so likley to go wrong'. She says, starting to sweat. 'Ah huh' agrees Peeta patiently. 'But here it's' she stops. 'Different?' he asks gently. Katniss nods aggressively into his chest, wrinkly hands suddenly gripping one of his dad's old shirts he'd decided to wear tonight. 'We've got forever now right?', she whispers, like a kid who's scared their wish won't come true. ''That's real ok, please believe that," Peeta assures her as he strokes her back, leaning down to kiss her as soon as she lifts her face from his chest.

When Buttercup next wakes, it's to his parents holding hands & smiling as they dream of good things to come.

[heavensbeehall]

Yellow Flowers

Yellow is associate with hope in The Hunger Games. In the upcoming chapter 4, Katniss will remember eating dandelions and it giving her hope. The dandelions are linked to Peeta in Katniss' mind. He was looking at her when she saw them. (This will come up again in Mockingjay, if we get there.)

The yellow flowers come up again later. "Rue is a small yellow flower that grows in the Meadow. Rue. Primrose," Katniss thinks, explicitly linking Rue and Prim together.

Rue is a yellow shrub that can be decorative or used as an herb. There is "common" primrose and "evening" primrose. I believe Prim was named after evening primrose. It is also yellow and has some medicinal uses which is apt for Prim who wants to be a healer.

It's worth noting that katniss is white but has a yellow center. It's a flower but also edible, making it a bit more functional than rue or primrose (although rue can be used as an herb) to someone like our Katniss who is looking for food always. (Aren't we all?)

There is also one other character who is a yellow flower that Katniss will never explicitly link with hope but has a symbolic function in the novels: buttercup.

Buttercup the Cat is Prim's guardian. He and Katniss never get along but I always thought it was because they were too similar, both prickly and overprotective of Prim. He also prefers the Everdeen's old house in the Seam, like Katniss does, over the house in Victor's Village.

Buttercup is also a survivor. He doesn't die when Katniss attempts to drown him. He makes it through the firebombing of District 12. He somehow makes it back from District 13 to appear in 12 at the end of Mockingjay. Compare this to what Katniss goes through in the novels, how often she escapes death and her own difficult, winding road back to the house in the Victor's Village.

Anyway. TLDR, there are a lot of flower names in THG. I haven't even gotten to Posy (a "posy" is a bouquet of flowers) or Snow's unnatural, genetically engineered roses that are in opposition to the wildflowers like rue and evening primrose.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

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[gudvina]

The things I do to keep you near.

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Chapter 3: Reaping day (or trying for a child)

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74th Hunger Games, part one.

The potential tributes were lined up in rows taking up the Square, the stage was ready, and the Mayor was already making his speech, but Effie couldn’t stop looking at the empty seat beside her.

Being late really hadn’t been her plan. She scheduled everything to the last millisecond, but a hovercraft malfunction came up. When she arrived in Twelve she was told there wasn’t time for her to retrieve her Victor, Peacekeepers were going to deal with that, because she needed to greet the Mayor. She’d tried to reason with the Head Peacekeeper to no avail. It was too late.

She didn’t trust others with him. Very well acquainted with his nightmares, the idea of him drunk and terrified as armed men barged into his house made her nauseous. What if he, in a drunken episode, became violent? She knew how to behave in such cases; get far away from him, let him gain consciousness of his surroundings, and never touch him.  

But the Peacekeepers weren’t her. They wouldn’t know. They would arrest him, and she’d-

The Mayor finished his speech and suddenly Haymitch appeared, staggering onto the stage. He wobbled to the chair close to her, and the smell of liquor filled her nostrils. It was a terrible entrance, but better than him being arrested. She paled when his arms rose to hold her, almost knocking down her wig.

“This is very inappropriate, Haymitch” she muttered, escort smile still tight on her lips.

He mumbled something under his breath about marriage, but the Mayor called her name, and there was nothing she could do but walk up to the podium.

“Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour! Oh, I love this! It’s such an honour being here, on this fine day.” she beamed at the crowd and met grey faces everywhere. Admittedly, the clouds in the sky made her statement a little dishonest. It wasn’t a fine day.

The moment of the drawing came, and she sauntered to the bowls. She did this every year. She pulled a slip of paper and walked back to the podium, already opening the slip.  

“Oh, our first tribute has a beautiful name! Primrose Everdeen!”.

She meant it. It was a beautiful, delicate, sweet name, and when she saw a tiny girl come forth, her hair styled in two braids, wearing a dress too big for her, she thought it fit her. She was pretty. So, so pretty.

“Prim!” a voice bellowed from the crowds. It was one of the older girls, quickly making her way into the crowd to reach for Primrose. With a sweeping motion, she pushed the child behind her.

“I volunteer!” the girl repeated twice more.

A volunteer in District Twelve? It was unheard of, probably the first time in decades, and she looked at the Mayor. The man’s eyes were fixed on the scene in front of them, Haymitch was out of it, and she realized it would fall on her to answer.

“Lovely! But I believe there is a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, um…” what was the procedure again? Why did nobody explain it to her?

“Why does it matter?... Why does it matter? Let her come forward” the Mayor’s expression was agonizing, and the urge to storm off was growing on her. This was why she was never late; everything went terribly when she did!

Her eyes fell on the Square again, and she saw small Primrose hold onto the older girl. She couldn’t hear what they said, and soon one of the boys ended up carrying the child away. The lady climbed up the stage, determined if a little stiff. Her hair was dark, her face angular, but what caught her attention were her grey eyes. They were a lighter shade than Haymitch’s, but resembled his enough that for a moment she was transfixed. As soon as she was on the podium, she snapped out of it.

Chin up!

The rest of Katniss’ introduction passed in a frenzy, the crowd raised their three fingers in a strange salute and Haymitch taunted the cameras, before falling off stage. He didn’t get up. Haymitch was unconscious and she couldn’t even check on him. The reaping couldn’t be stopped.

When the Peacekeepers took him away on a stretcher, she couldn’t wait to get over with it.

“What an exciting day!” she fixed her wig, still sporting her grin “But more excitement to come! It’s time to choose our boy tribute!”.

Effie marched back to the bowl trying to hold her wig in place, picked a slip of paper, and quickly retraced her steps. All she could think about was Haymitch on the floor, unconscious. It made her heart hurt worse than her face was.

“Peeta Mellark!”

From the crowd, a boy came forward. His hair was an ashy blonde colour, soft waves framing his forehead. His soft traits were tainted by a panicked expression he struggled to contain, and when he was close to the podium, she found herself touching his shoulder to guide him close to Katniss. He was very pretty and looked strong, and well-fed. Despite the disaster of a Reaping she had just presided, she thought that maybe this year Twelve might finally have a winner.

The Mayor finished his speech, and the Anthem finally ended, taking away with it her tributes.

“Well, Miss Trinket, I take you will move on to the train station?” asked the Mayor. It was polite small talk she would have usually indulged, but her nerves were frayed.

“No, I… do you have any idea where they took Mr Abernathy?”

“The clinic, I think”.

“How do I get there?”

“Well, it’s not too far. If you want, I can have my daughter walk you there”.

Not too far turned out to be, in fact, farther than she was comfortable to walk in her heels. Madge Undersee was nice company, though a bit reserved, but keeping a conversation was her forte so she managed. When they reached the clinic, she even kissed her goodbye Capitol-style, thanking her for the courtesy.

When inside everybody’s eyes were on her. She was received in a cold, stand-offish manner, and taken swiftly to Haymitch’s room. Twelve’s manners were atrocious, and if this had been another occasion, she would have reprimanded everyone in the hall. She didn’t have it in her, though. Her thoughts were filled with an unconscious Haymitch being taken away by Peacekeepers.

When she entered he was awake and lying in a bed, clearly annoyed by his situation. Seeing him relieved her immediately, and when she felt the nurse leave her relief was replaced with anger.

“Do you realise what you did in front of all Panem?” she hissed, trying to keep her voice down.

“Well hello, princess, where the fuck were you?! Weren’t you supposed to be here in the morning?”

“I have nothing to justify myself for, but for your information, we had a hovercraft malfunction that delayed my departure. When I was here it was already too late. I didn’t enjoy it any more than you did. In addition, I will not tolerate this language from you. We’ve not had a Reaping this bad since the 63rd edition!”

“Don’t get your wig in a twist, princess, it’s not like I was dying to have you here. You can go back where you came from.” he cut her off, sulking in his bed.

She sighed and sat on the visitor’s chair. The room was small, the paint was faded or in certain areas even cracked. She let her anger steam away, and she could see him do the same. His head wasn’t bleeding. He seemed alright.

“I think this year we might have a chance” she offered.

“Told you to stop getting your hopes up years ago” his voice was softer, and she relaxed.

“I know, but I have a feeling-“

“Usually it takes you a day to get attached, can’t believe you’re already doing this. I’m not drunk enough”.

“Oh, no, you have been drunk enough already! Don’t you dare touch another drink, Panem knows how your body might react after your concussion”.

“Not a concussion, sweetheart”.

“Whatever it was, not under my watch, Haymitch Abernathy!”

“Did you come just to shrill in my ear?” he asked nonchalantly.

“No, we have to go to the train station at once, and I will personally make sure you are tucked into bed when we get there”. She felt her blood rush to her face and was thankful for the white powder on it, she sounded awfully domestic. His smirk didn’t help.

“See, Effie, now I like the sound of that”.

“Don’t you get funny ideas; you were drunk and unconscious just thirty minutes ago and I’m still angry. I will not have sex with you”.

“That’s what you always say” he smirked, getting up with her help. Maybe she always said that, but this time she meant it.

“Only not to us” the boy lashed at his drink, flinging it on the floor where it shattered, wasting perfectly good liquor. His name was Peeta, or so he thought. Peeta stared at him with a stern look, and the girl beside him, Katniss?, was mirroring him.

He’d told them to stay alive and laughed, not expecting them to retaliate. But retaliate they did.

He’d needed that drink. It was the day after the Reaping and Effie was still avoiding him like the plague. Angry at his drunken acts and worried for his health she left him to the boy’s care. It brought him back to the 70th edition when she’d disappeared. He’d even tried to sneak into her bed, but she thought he was hoping for some action, so she kicked him out.

He needed her. What wife kicked her husband out when sick, anyway? Was this a Capitol thing?

Haymitch took a good look at the two in front of him and decided the best course of action was to remind them who he was. A drunkard? Maybe. But a Victor still.

He punched the boy’s jaw, knocking him from his chair, and turned to reach for another bottle. The girl took the occasion to drive her knife between his hands and the bottle, lodging it successfully in the mahogany table. Effie’s words made their way back into his mind. This was the first time any of the tributes showed anything more than a meagre will to survive, and maybe he could work with them. Maybe.

“Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?” he snorted, and saw the boy pick himself up from the floor.

Despite his usual reticence, he found himself assessing the kids. A minute later, in an uncharacteristic bout of hopefulness, he decided to promise them his help. All they had to do was not interfere with his drinking, and he’d stay sober enough to do what he could for them.

When the kids left the car he stayed there, musing. The boy was good-looking and charismatic but didn’t have the fire in him. The girl, instead, looked ready to fight. He could already spin a narrative, there, but decided against any more thinking. He got up and walked through the carts.

He knocked at her door, like he’d done a thousand times before, and heard some shuffling behind it before it opened. She was still in her pink satin gown, the one that stopped at her thighs, and her face was slightly flushed, if a little irritated.

“What is it, Haymitch?” she asked, only opening the door enough for her to peek at him.

“I promised the children I’ll stay sober to help them, maybe you weren’t wrong”.

“Told you so! And good for you, now go back to your compartment” she moved to close the door, but he put his foot down to stop her, a smug smirk on his face.

“You know, sweetheart, I am not drunk, I don’t have a concussion, and I’m sure I can do much better than your fingers, here” he pushed the panel open and made his way into the compartment, sitting on her bed. The sheets exuded her smell, and he was tempted to lean down to smell them.

Effe sighed and finally closed the door, turning towards him. Her golden, shoulder-length hair framed her face, accentuating the blue of her eyes, and her lips were pursed in worry. She was scanning him for any sign of ill health, but he was as well as ever and she seemed convinced.

She walked towards him and moved to sit on his lap, her legs falling on either side of his waist. He sighed and inhaled her scent, while her hands smoothed his hair, humming softly. It was a washed-out blonde colour, and she loved its length. Men in the Capitol wore wigs, and she’d never seen anyone’s real hair before Haymitch. Not even her own father’s. It felt different.

“I truly think this year we might have a winner” she whispered with her usual sing-song tone, softly pushing a few strands away from his face.

“I don’t know, but this is the first time I’m sure they might survive the bloodbath, and that’s… new”.

“New is good. Will you truly drink less?”

“I mean, it’s either that or a bunch of kids will try to kill me, and your fingers will melt off, so I gotta do something!” he smirked and heard her gasp. He earned a slap on his arm, but otherwise, she didn’t try to deny what she was doing.

“Well, you were sick, what was I supposed to do?” she pouted, softly grinding on him. The little minx.

“You know damn well I wasn’t sick” he grumbled, but the way she looked at him told him she wasn’t convinced.

“Sure, but I am not going to do this until we get to the penthouse. I don’t trust the children not to wander around”.

Haymitch sighed. He knew she was right. Peeta and Katniss seemed bent on sneaking around. Her usage of the word children worried him, it was something she used to do when she got attached; for some reason this year it started right after the Reaping, and he didn’t know how far she might take it.

“I’m already here, now, am I not?” he tried, his hand trailing up the hem of her skirt, hoping she’d relent.

“I said not until the penthouse, Haymitch” her voice was breathy, he could see her fight his pull, and it took all his restraint not to flip her on the bed and have his way with her.

“God, you’ll be the death of me”.

“Try not to die, I am willing to wait another few hours, not more than that. Anyways this year we also get a new pair of stylists!” she lit up, dispersing some of the tension between them.

“Yeah? No more Chip and Chop? What do we get this year?”

“Oh, you’re going to like them. Cinna and Portia are quite the novelty, you’ll see”.

“The only thing I want to see now is your naked ass, sweetheart”.

“Haymitch!” she reprimanded him, but laughed heartily and he delighted in the sound. It did things, to him, her laugh. It was a sound he heard rarely, and when he did it ripped a piece of him in smithereens and rebuilt it, making it new.

He smirked and let his hand wander over her body, noticing the way her breath quickened. It would have taken him very little to work her up and make her forget her resolve, but he saw her point, so he stopped at a little groping here and there. He could wait until they’d get to the penthouse.

And if he kissed her again, he figured he could not be blamed. She was his wife, after all.

[riderborn]

✧   ⸻   [  grace van patten,  cis woman,  she / her  ]     ;     congratulations on surviving the parapet,  cadet  waverly dunbar, and welcome to the rider’s quadrant !  at  twenty - five years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so warm and selfless. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be callow and paranoid may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of watercolor bruises blossoming against your fair skin from hours in sparring, weeping into your palms after your first kill, the stark contrast of floral scented shampoo and the metallic scent of blood, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one. 

I.   BASICS .

full  name.   waverly  rose  dunbar. age.  twenty - five. gender.  cis  woman. pronouns.   she  /  her. current  location.   rider’s  quadrant. status.  single ;  unattached. orientation.   bisexual,  biromantic. siblings.   two  older  brothers. signet.  not  yet  manifested. dragon.  not  yet  bonded. allegiance.   the  rider’s  quadrant.

II.   APPEARANCE .

hair.   golden  hair  that  falls  to  her  collarbones,  typically  worn  in  a  french  braid,  a  tight  ponytail,  or  in  loose  waves. eyes.   the  color  of  dark  chocolate. height.   five  feet  six  inches. scars.   none  yet. relics.   none  yet.

III.   MISCELLANOUS.

position.   first  year.  second  wing,  flame  section,  first  squad  member. strengths.  warm,  selfless,  approachable. weaknesses.  callow,  paranoid,  uncertain. hogwarts  house.   hufflepuff. alignment.  lawful  good. zodiac  sign.   pisces. media  inspirations.   violet  sorrengail  ( fourth  wing ),  beth  greene  ( the  walking  dead ),  lexie  grey  ( greys  anatomy ),  dani  clayton  ( bly  manor ),  missandei  ( game  of  thrones ),  jennifer  jareau  ( criminal  minds ),  primrose  everdeen  ( thg ).

IV.   BIOGRAPHY.

raised  by  a  rider  family,  waverly  always  knew  she  was  destined  to  be  a  rider.  from  a  young  age,  she  watched  with  envy  as  both  her  parents  &  both  her  older  brothers  experienced  the  inexplicable  bond  between  a  dragon  &  its  rider  &  she  always  knew  that  that’s  what  she  wanted.  growing  up,  people  often  told  her  she  should  plan  for  something  else  instead  --  she  was  tender-hearted,  empathetic,  &  soft,  &  everyone  insisted  that  those  qualities  wouldn’t  make  a  good  rider.  in  response,  she  simply  held  her  head  higher,  shutting  them  all  out  &  leaning  on  her  family’s  support  to  chase  her  own  dreams.  she  didn’t  spend  her  childhood  training  to  be  a  rider,  however.  her  interest  in  being  a  rider  is  one  thousand  percent  about  an  insatiable  admiration  &  need  to  appreciate  a  dragon  up  close  &  wanting  to  experience  that  bonding,  &  has  literally  nothing  to  do  with  the  thrill,  the  stakes,  the  gore,  or  the  power  that  comes  with  being  a  rider.  all  of  those  things  are  moreso  the  negatives  in  waverly’s  brain,  the  things  she  has  to  ‘tough  it  out’  through  in  order  to  achieve  her  dreams  of  seeing  the  world  through  the  clouds.  for  that  reason,  much  to  the  quadrant’s  dismay  after  her  two  stellar  rider  brothers  have  passed  through,  waverly  isn’t  much  of  a  fighter  &  has  continuously  come  out  on  the  bottom  in  every  way  that  counts  so  far  in  basgiath.  she  barely  made  it  across  the  parapet,  i  imagine  she  was  one  of  the  last  few,  limbs  trembling  &  collapsed  once  she  got  across...  but  she  still  made  it  !  where  she  lacks  in  brawn,  she  makes  up  for  in  dedication.  she  works  hard  in  her  classes  to  learn  all  she  can  about  being  a  rider,  &  volunteers  at  every  opportunity  to  take  on  more  duties  or  more  learning.  she’s  optimistic  about  it  all,  despite  the  fact  that  she’s  literally....  getting  &  going  to  get  the  crap  pummeled  out  of  her  &  has  a  very  slim  chance  of  survival  but  tbh  she  thinks  the  chance  of  bonding  with  a  dragon  is  worth  it. 

personality - wise,  she’s  like  a  ray  of  sunshine  that  doesn’t  know  when  to  stop.  she’s  like  prim  everdeen  crying  over  that  mean  cat....  &  she  probably  barfs  at  the  things  she  sees  at  basgiath  even  more  than  violet  did  tbh...  but  she’s  also  captain  america  getting  the  shit  kicked  out  of  him  &  then  standing  up  &  being  like  ‘i  could  do  this  all  day !’  even  when  it’s  like  baby  no  you  really  can’t....  she’s  sensitive  but  hides  it,  both  out  of  fear  of  being  targeted  by  other  cadets  &  bc  fake  it  til  you  make  it.  in  the  same  vein,  she  can  be  super  naive  bc  she  just  genuinely  wants  to  see  the  best  in  ppl,  but  is  also  a  Paranoid  Pisces  so  like.  she’s  in  a  constant  dilemma  &  anxious  quite  a  lot  but  yanno  that’s  how  i  like  my  muses :  suffering < 3

V.   WANTED  CONNECTIONS.

other  cadets  who  give  a  found  family  vibe~  people  she  feels...  semi-safe  around

the  rhiannon  to  her  violet,  someone  who  wants  to  show  her  the  ropes  &  help  her  not  seem  so  helpless...  or  simply  can’t  stand  to  see  her  get  her  shit  rocked  lol

corruption  moment...  someone  who  is  kind  of  like  ‘grow  up’.  bad  stuff  happens.  get  used  to  it !  a  little  tough  love  if  you  will

someone  super  protective  over  her  please  please  i  will  give  my  first  born

ppl  to  kind  of  play  with  her  feelings  a  little  bit...  make  her  your  fiddle  &  PLAY  HER

i’d  LOVE  a  professor  who  is  kind  of  helping  her  out  a  little  more  whether  it’s  bc  they  pity  her  or  because  they’re  skeptical  of  whether  she  deserves  to  be  here  or  not

anyone  who  doesn’t  like  her  simply  bc  they  think  she  doesn’t  have  what  it  takes  ( she  probably  doesnt )  or  because  they  just  annoy  each  other...  i  want  someone  to  bring  out  a  meaner  side  to  her

anything  &  everything  else !

[fatefought]

@primvlas

president snow has learned a lot about primrose everdeen in the last nine months. prior, she was as anonymous as a leaf on an old oak tree. one of many and entirely insignificant. her older sister played a heavy hand in his new knowledge of primrose. it was truly a grave error on katniss, readily showing her great adoration for her sibling while simultaneously defying the very government that provided care and aid to her. though coriolanus intends to retire from the reception soon, he will not do so without formally introducing himself to the unintentional catalyst of the brewing uprisings.

" there's such a beauty in weddings. families multiply rather than divide. peeta mellark must be such a welcomed addition to your family. " he states, finding prim in his rose garden. the reception is only fifteen yards away ; the volume and enthused aura wafts over easily. " forgive me, we haven't had the chance to meet yet. i'm coriolanus snow, and it's an honor to meet you. i don't know if you're aware, but you have caused quite the stir in the capitol. " the last part is accentuated with a cheery chuckle.

[eventiderpg]

BASICS

Faceclaim: lisette olivera Name: katniss everdeen Age: twenty - two Gender: cis woman Home: district 12 Role: victor of the 74th hunger games, mentor for the 12th district Personality: persevering, resourceful, protective, anxious, wary, oblivious Song: elastic heart by sia

BIOGRAPHY

parental death, depression, starvation, ptsd, implied self-harm, suicide/death idealization tw. 

when lilian left her comfortable city house to marry heath and live with him in the seam, there was some talk; those who said she could do better, however, soon enough were left speechless, envious of their love. heath was the best husband, father, hunter, and certainly one of the best men in the district 12, and once they had their first daughter, and then another, life was complete. full. happy. katniss recalls nothing but happiness of the days with the four of them — deep down, when she thinks about it, she knows there must have been tough times, but those just did not seem important. 

when heath dies, it’s like there’s an eclipse in their life, only it is too long lasting for any sort of science to explain — he goes to the ground and nothing but coal dust comes out, and its shadow enters their life. katniss is fourteen then, and notices, more than ever, that they just can not get that dust out of the way. it is on their empty table, upon her mother’s blankets, on her little sister’s fingers as they dig in the drawers for something to eat. soon enough, it begins to suffocate her, and katniss is close to begging for death when the baker’s boy saves her. (she loathes it. she loathes him. she can never repay him, can she?)

peeta’s kindness awakens her to life, to hope that comes with a glimmer that brings light back to the everdeen house. for the following six years, katniss clings to life that seems to be always a synonym to the rose shade in prim’s cheeks and the sound of her laughter. her family grows bigger, with gale and his own (they have too much in common, and at some point, she can not pull herself apart without picking at gale, too), and she accepts routine. it is not pretty, nor it is glamorous, but she’s a good hunter, good scavenger, good haggler and even better sister. the day of her sister’s reaping, if not by that fact alone, would just be another day. she had a year with her name floating some dozen times in the bowl, but all katniss wanted was for it to end so she could go home and have the small feast she’d gathered with gale earlier that day.

there is no other way out, when prim’s name is called, though. there is no life without prim, after all, and before she can even think over, she’s volunteered, standing next to the baker’s boy; then she’s being plucked like a chicken, fattened like livestock, adored as the girl on fire. and then she is ready — barely understanding things still — to complete the sacrifice, take the jump to the slaughter. by the end, she may not die, but there are still sacrifices made in every step: rue, the boy from 1, the romance act with all those kisses. and then, the one she believes will be the last one, with the berries. she could not let peeta die (because she owes him her life, prim’s life, so many times over and can never repay his kindness), and he would not let her die (because he loves her, somehow).

as always, she had not thought it over, comprehended all the intricacies of the move. when she took those berries, all she wanted was to go home, with peeta, and see her family again. when they announce the victors — plural, for the first time since the games began — and she spits out those berries, relief washes over her for a few seconds, happiness as she has not allowed herself to feel for too long.

the games are over, she thinks, when all the pageantry is done and the capitol stays behind the train tracks.

they have to be, she thinks, pulling her hand away from peeta’s after a dinner at the city hall; she avoids his gaze, as she does gale’s, as she does her own.

they are not, she notices, when she wakes up from what will only be the first of the nightmares, screaming, thrashing and waking everyone else in her new house, at the victor’s village. but she’s not in the arena, her family is safe, and that has to be an improvement. it has to be.

at some point (when president snow stinks up her office room with his stench of roses and blood), katniss realizes the games will never be over, she hasn’t dodged everyone trying to kill her just yet. to realize that she, trying to stay alive and keep peeta alive, had given ignition for something, for people she’s never met, it’s unbelievable, and katniss can not let herself think of it. no, she thinks of her family, of gale, of peeta. so she must stifle it, not tend to the flame, else she’d be burned again. so that is what she does, even if she hates it. but there is no other way (even if gale is furious with her — and it wounds her, that it is so obvious even she can feel the full force of his pain — she can not just leave towards the unknown. what of her family, his family? what of peeta?).

so she dons her angelic dresses, smiles until her jaw hurts, reads the written cards during the victors’ tour, and she kisses peeta when he puts a ring around her finger, in front of the cameras and all of panem. the capitol cheers for them, their star crossed lovers, living their happily ever after, because of them, for them.

for all purposes, she has done it (or so she is told, with a snake-like smile offered by the president over the table on one of the feasts for their sakes at the capital). she has snuffled the flame, stomped on it with her expensive heels; she becomes one more of the capitol’s well-crafted items, the fawning blushing bride, too head over heels over her pretty baker boy to care about the districts. nevermind whenever the scenes of what happened at 11th comes into her mind, she feels sick to her stomach; whenever she imagines how many more lives are over because of her foolishness, she feels the dust climbing up her throat again.

her gowns are pristine, innocent mockingjays perched up on branches hidden on glittering pink satin, but as she stands next to the reaped tribute from 12th for the quarter quell, katniss realizes she may just never stop burning. and she may just never stop being consumed by the flames, too.

written by mina

[thesweetnessofspring]

Roses and Pearls by HalfHope (thesweetnessofspring)

Rated: E

Description: Peeta Mellark is the sole victor of the Quarter Quell. With District 12 nothing but ash, he rebuilds his life by moving to the Capitol and falling in love with Rosalia Snow, granddaughter to Coriolanus Snow.

Then people Peeta thought long dead kidnap him and Rosalia, including the one person he hates more than anyone: Katniss Everdeen. They say he's been hijacked. They say that he used to love her. Locked away in District 13, Peeta is determined to protect his mind and his fiancée from the rebels. But while imprisoned, videos disprove his memories and his feelings toward Katniss grow confusing. Who can he trust, and what really happened in his past?

Thank you, thank you @louezem for being my constant beta and cheerleader!

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Chapter Nineteen

Finnick and I stay outside until it’s time for my therapy, sometimes talking and sometimes not. It’s nice to breathe some fresh air, get reoriented from the war. Remember that there is in fact life still, even if it’s impossible to see underground. If I’d picked up any survival skills like Katniss and Gale, I would have been tempted to stay out there.

Only Thirteen has Katniss and Delly and Haymitch and the videos that I need to get a full understanding of what happened during the Games. Today we’ve finally reached the start of the Quarter Quell, the last few days of my life before I’d been hijacked. A space in time that I still have questions about and have been more difficult to sort out than the others. Yesterday Prim told me that although the Quell only lasted three days, so much happened in it that it’ll take a couple weeks to get through as there isn’t a lot they’ll be cutting out.

When Prim brings out the morphling, I say, “Can we skip that for today?”

“What’s brought about this change?” Prim asks.

“I don’t need it now,” I say. “I know what I’m seeing is true. And I’m sure I’ve seen the worst of it already. I can handle it.”

“We can skip it for today if you’d like,” Prim says. “But it’s okay if you need the help.”

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