#team finnick

[rockaesthetic]

*giggles like a maniac*

[meddlingstarks]

Can you believe they had the nerve, the gall, the gumption to cut when book Peeta says “You here to finish me off, sweetheart?”, one of the most iconic lines that established his flirty personality and cute banter with Katniss?? He’s literally in immense pain, dying from a leg injury, buried under a wall of mud that’s infecting the wound, and still has the energy to tease her. Not to mention the innuendo, come on.

[taytrashmouth]

hello lovely!! would u consider writing a peeta x reader, where ur both in the quarter quell, but reader is separated from peeta from the start and goes through mutt attacks/blood rain/jabberjays by herself and when peeta and the group find her on the beach she is injured and traumatised. hurt/comfort, where he looks after her afterwards and comforts her, washes her in the water and stuff? loooads of gentle comfort and fluff. sorry for my bad english!!

Okay I am absolutely obsessed with this request!!!! Omg can’t wait for you to read this!!! Ahhhh! Okay okay I hope you love it 😊

Peeta x reader

(Catching fire)

Requests are open so don’t forget to send them in!!!! Prompts under my profile!

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When you woke up the morning of the games in Peetas arms you somehow felt safe. It was like you weren’t being sent to die that day. He kissed your head and told you he’d be by your side.

You had dreamt about the last games, how you were separated and the only reason you survived was because he became allies with those horrible kids from 1 & 2

When you eventually found each other, all you did was help Peeta get better, applied the ointment and comforted him. He did all the killing, he saved you.

You only survived the first half by dumb luck, that spear was supposed to hit you…not Rue. If only you hadn’t moved out the way.

The whole lovers idea was Peetas too, only it was true. Deep down you both knew you’d liked each other since kindergarten back in 12

But here you were in the little glass tube that sucked you straight into hell. You felt sick but you really wanted to throw up when you couldn’t see Peeta.

“Peeta!” You screamed as the countdown started. Sweating and getting panicked. You couldn’t do this again, not without him. You had a deal: stay together.

The games had begun. You needed a weapon. You jumped off the platform into the water swimming for the weapons.

Once you found your feet at the cornucopia, you began to hear screams and watched people start to fall. You grabbed a machete and ran for the jungle on one of the thin arms of rock.

“Peeta!” You screamed from the beach. But no answer. That was when a knife flew past your head and missed by an inch.

You couldn’t kill somebody. So you ran.

You shoved past trees and vines running deep into the jungle.

You found a spot hollowed out under a tree. It was hot- and you needed water.

That was when you heard his voice. Peeta.

You screamed for him as you ran towards the sound.

“Help n/n!” He yelled.

“Where are you!?” You frantically turned around. “Peeta?”

That was until his voice became overwhelming. Your ears started to ring. His cried for help, his screams.

You began to cry, realising this was some cruel trick of the capitol. “STOP IT!” You yelled, throat raw. You screamed as loud as you could covering your ears to get it to stop but it didn’t help. It was overwhelming. You tried to run but a forcefield locked you in. You screamed and banged on it but nothing worked.

You grabbed your machete and banged at the field but it just ricocheted.

You sunk to the floor, covering your ears and cried. You were there for what felt like a decade but was probably only an hour.

When his cries suddenly stopped you felt a strange sense of sadness. The screaming had been awful but you were worried about him. What if he was dead.

You began to walk deeper into the jungle, sweating and with tear stained cheeks. You had never been so thirsty before, after screaming so loudly in what felt like 100 degree heat.

As desperate as you were you stumbled across a little pool of water. You smiled dryly and lay on the floor, drinking out of the pool. A sigh escaped your mouth as you quenched your thirst. You splashed your face. And sat up leaning against a nearby tree.

This is where you would sleep. You gathered sticks and placed them in a circle around the area, to ensure that if someone walked by you would hear them.

The music began to play, you looked up at the sky, holding your pin. Praying you wouldn’t see Peetas face. You didn’t. Relief washed over you as the final canon went off.

You barely slept when you felt a warm air hitting your face, as your eyes opened you were greeted with a large mutt, two inches from your face.

You took a shocked, shaky breath in and slowly reached for your machete. It belted a loud noise sending a signal to the rest of his friends.

You closed your eyes as you wedged the sharp end of your blade into the mutt in-front of you.

You pulled the machete out of its body and stood up. Swinging at any that got a little to close. Just as one of the beasts began to jump at you, you decided the best option was to throw the machete and run.

As the mutt jumped and you released your blade, the woman from 6 who had been hiding in the trees tried to save you. And the machete hit her instead. A scream escaped your lips. You had killed someone.

You covered your mouth with your hands, shaky breaths escaping your lips. “No!” You sobbed.

You bent down to try help her, applying pressure to the wound. “I’m sorry.” You cried as she became limp.

You held her to your chest in the hopes it would cause a miracle.

Soon you noticed the mutts had began to run as a white smoked reached the edge of the water, you stood up, knowing something was coming.

One of their claws ripped the back of your calf open as it ran away. “Shit!” You fell into the smoke, immediately screaming and running.

The sun had started to rise, and you were limping with an excruciating pain in your arms and legs with growing boils from the poison.

You screamed as you ran not caring about attracting other tributes. The sun has begun to rise, and you were now an easy target.

You ran through the jungle searching desperately for the beach but it was so overgrown you had no way of knowing.

You stopped in a small clearing. Crying and sitting in the dirt. Desperately wanting to rid yourself of the boils.

After a while of crying A cool liquid hit your face. Rain. You looked up at the sky, hoping the water would help your sores. Opening your mouth to quench your thirst.

It was definitely not water. You gagged. Spitting onto the dirt. Blood.

You sobbed and ran wherever you could and tripped over a log of wood. Tumbling onto the sand of the beach. 

You screamed and cried. Not knowing what to do. You hated the capitol. You hated that you didn’t know where Peeta was. You hated this. You hated that you had to die.

Just then you heard voices. You put a hand over your mouth trying to quiet your whimpers.

Tears running down your face. You couldn’t run anymore. This was it.

You shuffled back, trying to find and escape route but there wasn’t one.

You got on all fours and crawled on the sand, dragging your leg with a gash in it in the sand.

You let out chokes of pain and self pity as they grew closer, you refused to look.

“N/n!” You heard him…peeta. “Oh my god it’s y/n!!!”

You screamed and covered your ears lying in the sand. You would rather die than listen to the jabberjays again. Until someone rolled you onto your back and you were met with Peeta.

He looked so scared for you. You immediately started to cry as he hugged you tightly to his chest. “You weren’t real.” You sobbed into his chest, feeling his hair, his back, anything to make sure he was there.

“I’m real now. I’m here now.” He kissed your forehead and held you again. Until you hissed when he touched your boils.

“Oh shit! I had them too see-“ he showed you the faint scars on his hands.

“I need to get freshwater.” He began to get up but you held onto his hand. “Don’t leave” you whispered.

He stared at you for a moment too long, his eyes laced with concern.

“Finnick! I need water.” Peeta yelled at the group that was a safe distance away.

While you waited, Peeta brushed hair out of your eyes that was covered in blood and sand, just like the rest of you and you squeezed his arm in pain.

“It’s okay.” He kept repeating. Kissing your head despite your state.

When finnick returned Peeta poured water all over your boils and you screamed in pain as they vanished.

“Thank you.” You smiled sadly. Overwhelmed. Peeta often said you were a kind sole, you wouldn’t hurt a fly at home, literally. You sang songs and picked flowers. You weren’t meant for this. Nobody was really….

“Come on, let’s wash you off…if at least half this blood is yours, we’re in serious trouble.” He joked and you attempted to laugh. He picked you up bridal style.

You would argue that you could do it yourself but it just wasn’t true.

He dipped you into the salt water. You hissed in pain, clutching his wetsuit.

“I know it stings. I’m sorry.” He rubbed your arm but kept you underwater.

“It okay. Thank you.” You whispered again, almost scared something bad would happen like it had been. One after the other. Peeta cupped water into his hand and tilted your head back rinsing the blood out of your hair and carefully brushing through it with his fingers.

He washed you off, holding you with one had at all times. Afraid to let you go. He was careful around your cuts and scrapes.

“I killed her.” You let out, staring at nothing.

He stopped his movements and just helped you too his chest.

“Who?” He whispered.

“Six… she tried to save me and-“ you chocked on your tears.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay…I’m here. You don’t have to talk about it now.” He assured.

You were both wrinkly like the raisins Peeta used in his raisin bread back home by the time you got out the water.

You tried to walk but you could barely stand on your right foot.

“What happened?” Finnick asked before Peeta got the chance.

“Mutts.” You answered simply, trying to see the gash on the back of your calf.

You almost fell but Peeta caught you. He picked you up agin and placed you on the leaves they were using as beds in the sand tonight.

“Now we match.” Peeta smiled at you pulling up the leg of his wetsuit to reveal his prosthetic leg.

You laughed, for the first time in days.

The others were asleep while Peeta took the first watch. You sat in his lap, and wrapped your legs around his torso, like a koala.

Head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he leaned against a tree looking at the waves.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered, a tear running down his face. You sat up slightly to wipe it. “Me too.” You assured and squeezed his hand.

“So much for sticking together.” He half laughed.

“Yeah.” You looked at his brown eyes and played with his blonde fringe. He leaned in and Kissed you gently but passionately. Holding your cheek and pulling you in by your back. Carefully avoiding your right leg that was tediously bandaged with leaves and vines.

When you broke apart for air. You smiled softly at each other. Heart still heavy from the past two days.

“I love you n/n.” He spoke with only truth in his tone. It wasn’t just an act and you knew that.

“I love you too…so much.” You teared up thinking about how you were going to have to say goodbye soon.

You resumed your position on his chest and fell asleep to his hand rubbing your back and his whispers of “it’s okay.” And “I love you.”

[myrandom-fandomlife]

I had a post go viral about this but yeah I’m STILL not done talking about it.

Catching Fire is such a good book because you can really see all the pieces of the plan and how they were put together. How the arena was so clearly meant to strengthen Finnick in their attempt at rebellion and Plutarch pulled that off because he knew Finnick was Snow’s pick for a victor of that games. I absolutely love how subtly genius Plutarch really is, like he pulled off the entire rebellion through his manipulation of Snow and Snow’s need for power. I love the concept of the clock, how he gave the hint to Katniss, and how things like the lightning tree were placed purposely so they could be used in their plan. I mean truly the more I think about this book the more astonished I am at how beautiful the setup is. Plutarch’s plan was so flawless. Planting the idea of hand picking the tributes from previous victors so the quell to Snow was a way to rid himself of his strongest opposition (keeping Finnick, his most valuable asset amongst these victors); but to Plutarch he was assembling his perfect rebel alliance. Catching Fire is just an amazing work that I will think about forever.

[twinkpeaked]

[ceruleansx]

nightmares | peeta mellark

↳ peeta mellark x reader

↳ warnings : mentions of past trauma, FLUFFFLUFF

↳ summary : its after the games, and you woke up from a horrifying nightmare. luckily, peeta was there to help you.

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first thing you noticed after you screamed at the top of your lungs was that you were in a mess. your hair was stuck to your forehead, from all the sweat. the blanket was on the floor. it was a mess.

you never really quite remembered a night without having a nightmare, but none compared to this one.

it was back to the games, where you had to kill someone because of rue.

and on top of that, the wound on peeta's leg got the best of him and made him weak. his weakness then made cato kill him. in front of you. you felt like you were trapped to the ground, not being able to save peeta in enough time.

that was your one true goal in life. to protect peeta.

you heared sudden and fast footsteps coming towards your room, causing your breath to slow down a little bit.

the door rushed open, only to find peeta panting, with the most worried look on his face. without even any words, he rushed towards your bed and held out his arms.

once you saw that, you immidietly started to break down and cry into his arms. this comfort was never felt with you, especially peeta. yet, his hugs were so warm and safe.

"peeta- i-" you sniffled, not being able to finish sentences.

"i saw you d-die and~ i couldn-n't save you..." with that sentence alone made you cry even more.

"hey, hey, shhh" he started to rub your back and head, "your safe, im here.."

you pulled away, wanting to look at his face. his neck was wet from your tears, but he didn't even mind.

"those dreams are just dreams, okay sweetie? look, im right here..." he patted his chest. "the games are over, you have nothing to worry about."

you couldn't help but smile. god, he was the best person ever.

"once we get home, we won't have to worry about anything. hey, we can just bake and paint all day."

he smiled, and you two kept eye contact for which seemed forever.

"can you..." you whispered, breaking the comforting silence.

"stay with me? please...?"

his eyes softened and it looked like that he's been waiting for that question for years.

"of course baby, cmere."

the nickname threw you off, yet you like it.

peeta layed down first, and opened his arms for you to lay down on. his embrace was so warm and welcoming, you wanted to stay there forever. his arm draped over your shoulder, as your hand interlocked with one another.

his thumb rubbed small patterns on your hand, and you couldnt help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

how the heck did he make you feel this way?

he managed to kiss the top of your head, embracing your beautiful lavender smell. you took a big breath, enjoying the sound of peeta's heartbeat. the last thing you heard him whisper before faling asleep was,

"i love you.."

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[caesarflickermans]

finnick is wearing a shirt too big for him at the end of catching fire. there's only one person in the scene who would have larger sized shirts. therefore, the shirt must be plutarch's hit send

[brenninthetaylorverse]

i love how every few months, there is a hunger games renaissance. like with the new fnaf movie and josh hutcherson there are edits of peeta and katniss and finnick coming back around and the ballad of songbirds and snakes and I just love how it's been literally over a decade since the hunger games were released and the fandom is still alive and well.

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

"Gale says I never smile except in the woods." - Katniss, THG, Ch. 1.

I present to you: Instances of Katniss effortlessly smiling/laughing around/because of Peeta in the first book:

Peeta unexpectedly laughs. “He was drunk,” says Peeta. “He’s drunk every year.”  “Every day,” I add. I can’t help smirking a little. 

“Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn’t he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?” says Peeta.  “With all that alcohol in him, it’s probably not advisable to have him around an open flame,” I say.  And suddenly we’re both laughing. I guess we’re both so nervous about the Games and more pressingly, petrified of being turned into human torches, we’re not acting sensibly. 

When we finally escape to bed on the second night, Peeta mumbles, “Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.”  I make a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a laugh. Then catch myself. It’s messing with my mind too much, trying to keep straight when we’re supposedly friends and when we’re not. 

“I hope that’s how people interpret the four I’ll probably get,” says Peeta. “If that. Really, is anything less impressive than watching a person pick up a heavy ball and throw it a couple of yards. One almost landed on my foot.”  I grin at him and realize that I’m starving. 

Peeta, it turns out, has never been a danger to me.  The thought makes me smile. 

“Lean down a minute first,” he says. “Need to tell you something.” I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle as he whispers. “Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”  I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” 

“Katniss?” Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words.  “How about that kiss?”  I burst out laughing because the whole thing is so revolting I can’t stand it. 

Peeta’s struggling to get up when I reach the cave. “I woke up and you were gone,” he says. “I was worried about you.”  I have to laugh as I ease him back down. “You were worried about me? Have you taken a look at yourself lately?” 

“So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent,” Peeta says.  “Oh, please,” I say, laughing. 

“What’s the problem?” I say with a grin.  “The problem is we’re both still alive. Which only reinforces the idea in your mind that you did the right thing,” says Peeta. 

“Ah, that’ll be nice,” says Peeta, tightening his arms around me. “You and me and Haymitch. Very cozy. Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights around the fire retelling old Hunger Games’ tales.”  “I told you, he hates me!” I say, but I can’t help laughing at the image of Haymitch becoming my new pal. 

“Hey, Effie, watch this!” says Peeta. He tosses his fork over his shoulder and literally licks his plate clean with his tongue making loud, satisfied sounds. Then he blows a kiss out to her in general and calls, “We miss you, Effie!”  I cover his mouth with my hand, but I’m laughing. “Stop! Cato could be right outside our cave.” 

[eternal-goddess-of-war]

Here's some of my fav Hunger Games characters... and Gale.

Fuck Gale.

[everlarksthings]

One more everlark post before bed

[snowbirdbaird]

Let the Skyfall~

[sincerethoughtsblog]

They could never make me hate you ♡

[feywild-meadows]

a collection of katniss moodboards:

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king..

[peachydarlingz]

Lavender Fields || p.m

Pairing- Peeta Mellark x fem!reader

Warnings- none. fluffy fluff fluff.

Most people wouldn’t consider Peeta Mellarks smile something to be afraid of, in fact they’d find it charming, kind, soft, like most. But to me, his smile is dangerous. Oh, so dangerous. I would do anything for that smile, and that’s what makes it so lethal. I would do anything for Peeta, and to me, he is fatal.

“Honey, go get dressed I’m taking you on a picnic.” And yet, with his sweet eyes I could tell there was more to his words than he led on.

Oh, but when he looked at me with those eyes, with any eyes as long as they’re his; I can’t help but be entranced. They’re like a sweet symphony I can’t get enough of. He is my favorite song I could never get sick of. And who am I to deny him?

I smile at him, with that sickly sweet smile he pulls out of me every time, without fail. Getting up to get dressed for a cool summer day.

Peeta of course, already has everything prepared; grabbing the picnic basket, blanket, and his sketchbook. With protests to help him, he lets me carry his pencils. I would argue to carry more, but I’m afraid he would take away what little I’m already holding. I’m happy with our unspoken agreement.

I walk hand-in-hand with Peeta, and mindlessly start humming the song he was singing to me this morning. Sometimes, on the nights when he can’t fall back asleep, he’ll go to the study and write. Write anything. At first, it was just his thoughts, and like Peeta, eventually these notes became softer, more poetic. At some point they evolved into songs, and I was always the topic. But God, I was lucky to be his song.

“I love it when you sing. Your voice is like the Ocean, so much depth.” And he’s looking at me with those eyes again, and suddenly I’m a child with a schoolgirl crush.

“I love it when you write. When you write anything Peeta, you’re so versed. Have you showed any of your writing to anyone?”

“Why should I when the only opinion I care about is yours? All my work is about you anyway.”

I just giggle, because that’s all I’m able to do as he often leaves me speechless like this.

Suddenly we stop and all that engulfs my vision is a field of lavender. My body turns on instinct and I fling myself into Peeta’s arms, thankful that he already set the stuff down.

“Baby, it’s so, so beautiful! And it smells so good.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath letting the euphoria hit me. “Thank you so much.” I pull him into a kiss by his neck.

When we pull away, I can swear he looks a little drunk after that kiss, and my knees feel simply weak.

“You’re welcome my love.” He smiles brightly, and that alone is poison.

I help him set down the blanket, getting everything nice and neat before we’re both plopping down. As I reach for the basket to help unload, he motions a ‘stop’ and I pull my hand away.

“It’s a surprise, and I want to see the look on your face when I show you what I brought.”

And again, I’m smiling that sweet smile, that only he can provoke.

He fiddles with the latch speaking a quick, “Close your eyes.” before pulling out all the items.

“Okay, open!” He says drawing out the ‘y’.

When I open my eyes, I’m amazed to see all my favorite foods. “Peeta…” I look up to him, doe eyes prevalent and filled with emotion. “I can’t even express how in love I am with you… Thank you.”

“You express it every day, darling. I love you.” He kisses me. I’m in love.

“I can’t believe this; you must have spent so much time on it.”

Peeta chuckles, “Oh I did, but I did it for the look on your face, and it was everything I wanted.”

“I’m glad.” I laugh and I kiss him again, because in this moment, there’s nothing I could say to make the scene before me more perfect.

I look at the rows of lavender in front of me, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in a dream. A dream that was long and hard to fight for, but such an amazing dream.

I look back as his eyes linger at me, and I can help but get all shy like its our first date all over again. I look down avoiding his gaze, grabbing a strawberry from the container and taking a bite. But my attempt to shake his stare fails. And I liked that it failed.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I laugh.

“You’re just so beautiful. So, so beautiful.” And he says it genuinely amazed, like he’s in a museum admiring his favorite work, and he really does make me feel like art.

A/N- This is my first fic! I really hope yall like it hehe. Likes and reposts are very much appreciated :) please dont steal my work

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