#waywardangel-wilds

[mollywog]

I wish you would write the coach or principal Boggs fic or a everlark as high school teachers fic.

Thank you for the ask @waywardangel-wilds!! Inspired by you and @thesunpersists and this string!

“Want to talk about it?”

Katniss ignores the question, staring out the passenger side window as they drive. She wonders if Vice Principal Boggs would seem this insufferable if he wasn’t married to her mother. Probably not; she’d almost decided she liked him Freshman year, before...

He doesn’t push, just drums his fingers on the steering wheel rhythmically, but out of sync with the music playing softly on the radio; maddening!

“I’m just… stressed - okay?” she snaps.

He stops his drumming, but keeps his eyes forward on the road.

She does the same.

There’s something about the front seat of the car that makes it easier to admit things she wouldn’t otherwise. She suspects Bogg’s knows that: Prick.

“I have a test in Heavensbee’s tomorrow and I can’t keep any of the rebellion dates and what their impacts straight. Why are there so many?!

He harrumphs.

“Meanwhile, I don’t have any idea what’s going on in physics anymore. Prim needs new cleats before her game on Saturday. And Madge’s mom wants me to help her plan some God/awful surprise party, I know she’ll hate.” She’s really on a roll now. “And Peeta’s—”

“Dump him,” Boggs interrupts.

She throws he hands out in exasperation. “Not helpful.”

He shrugs, his lips twitching into an almost imperceptible smile, “just remember it’s always an option.”

She crosses her arms and slumps into her seat. She was going to say - his mom’s a bitch and the only time she can see him outside school is his wrestling meets that she can’t always attend.

“How bout I take Prim and Ben out for cleats and ice cream after dinner and you can have a quiet house for an hour or so?”

She sits up a little.

“For studying,” he says, turning from the road to give a pointed stare.

She rolls her eyes. That’s not what she was thinking. He doesn’t realize what he’s offered her. Before Boggs was in the picture, on a night like this with her mom working, she’d be responsible for cooking dinner, cleaning up, and making sure Prim’s homework got done and that she got off to bed at a decent hour. It would have been 10 till she could study and after all that, she wouldn’t have had time to talk to Peeta at all.

“Focus on History, since the test is tomorrow. You should consider telling your mother about the party; She might be able to talk some sense into Miriam. And I can work on Physics with you this weekend.”

That’s right, he was an engineer in the army before he retired to torture children at the local high school. Katniss glances over at him and realizes he’s waiting for her to respond. Likely expecting her to turn down his offer of help just as she’s done every other time before.

“Fine,” she mumbles and turns to stare back out the passenger window, but not before she sees him smirk: insufferable.

Ask game

[everlarkficquestions]

Hey do you know if anyone’s written an everlark au that’s sorta like the bachelor?

Hi,

There is a story like that -

Panem’s Most Eligible  by c_r_roberts

but be warned, it is incomplete and most likely abandoned.

This story is included on our Masterlist: Based on TV Shows.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Just wanted to let you know that you were a MASSIVE part of me getting into the Everlark fandom back in 2015. Thank you for all your works!

Oh wow, thank you! I was still fairly new to writing fanfic back then, so this means a lot to me!

[districtunrest]

22?

thank you! and welcome 🫶🏻

22. An idea you had that didn't make the cut

in my latest story Record Review, I cut the activity closet, which was a closet full of games and activities that patients earned privileges to for good behavior.

when Haymitch is granted access he's like "what in the hell is that" bc it's like 3 weeks into his stay and he's been kept away from all other patients. he gets a deck of cards and proceeds to ask the nurse if she's ever played 52 card pickup, proceeds to spill all of it on the floor and laugh, she reminds him everything needs to be turned in and accounted for by Lights Out, and then he plays solitaire in his seclusion room. maybe at some point he'd build a house of cards to mirror Peeta. but then when Plutarch starts bringing him reports, he forgoes the activity closet altogether.

anyway I had to cut down on things like that bc it wasn't fitting what I think actually happened to him in 13!

send me an end of year ask!

[oolhan]

Too Many Beds

welp. I've managed to make some decent writing out of @waywardangel-wilds's blog about reversed tropes lol. This is unbeta-ed and all so here goes nothing!

Part 2 is here and 3 is already up here

Part 1:

It started innocently enough. Their friend group after college always had an annual trip somewhere far from their busy lives from their respective cities. Three years ago, they did the Bahamas with Delly's boyfriend Thom as their local tourist guide. Because of the good weather and the white sands, the island was packed with tourists. They almost fought the receptionist of a dingy motel just to secure four tiny spaces. One for the couple, another for Finnick and Gale, Johanna and Annie's, and the last door for both of them.

Katniss and Peeta, bestfriends since childhood. Witnessed each other's puberty and insecurities, pulling all nighters just to be handed with diplomas, presenting those diplomas in countless job hunts. Found themselves only a block away from their workplaces, Katniss a columnist for the city's paper, Peeta baking all day at the nearby posh pastry shop.

So, sharing the tiny bed for two nights in a vacation shouldn't be weird at all, right? They've seen it all. Almost.

So, they did. Ironically enough it didn't feel weird at all. It felt the opposite, actually. What is that opposite though?

After those two nights of fitful sleep, it became an unspoken agreement they share a room in the next trips. They shared an old rickety bedpost with just a mattress and no duvet covers in some hut in Thailand last two years ago. A mattress with no bedpost when they decided backpacking across Europe was fun and their hostel in Barcelona only had three rooms for the 8 of them. A big enough couch in Austria. Wrestled a tiny blanket in Portugal.

No one in their group questioned their sharing, only teasing glances from Johanna and Annie in that Bahamas trip.  Because it felt natural, it felt fitting.

The conditions were weird, but it was okay. She likes the excuse she gets just to feel his arms spoon her, even just for a night. It became Katniss' favorite thing to anticipate in these vacations. Yet, she's never admitting that to anyone because after they come home and separate again at the airport, some sort of spell dies and only reawakens on next year's trip. For some reason they never sleep together even when visiting the apartment of the other. Really though, it was innocent cuddling between two childhood friends.

Peeta on the other hand, barely keeps it together. Sure, the sharing was innocent, and he likes the feel of her limbs bumping and tying with his own, but God does he want to just cocoon her in his chest, smell the fragrance of her hair, play with the strands, fidget his fingers on the circles of her shoulders. But he knew it's weird to do, and it may only make her uncomfortable.

And so, in those few nights they lay together in the past three years, he musters up most of the restraint he can. Because it was painful enough to just be friends with her, painful enough to hide the fact that he was a goner ever since they were five and never took the chance to confess, painful enough to witness her grow into a beautiful woman and hang out with jerks like Cato in high school and Marvel in college.

He'll fall apart if he admitted his feelings and she break up their friendship. Not when he can get these borrowed moments instead. Not when they're almost 30. Innocent sleeping, right?

No. Not when she wore some skimpy sleep shorts because she complained it was too humid in the tropical island. Not when she can feel his morning wood against her backside on mornings when she's the first to wake. Not when a housekeeper complimented how good of a couple they look when she carried some extra towels in their room, teasing with innuendos on her way out that made both blush and frantic.

Fuck those shorts, he thinks as he tries to pry his eyes away and concentrate on getting the shading right. He was propped up on the bed post, sketching away as a habit before sleeping and he has a good view of her ass bent over the end of her bed, arranging clothes on her luggage.

"What?" She glanced his way. Shit. Did he say that out loud?

"What?" He tries to keep a normal tone, his shading shaky.

"What about these shorts?" She's standing now with her hands on her hip, challenging him. What's wrong with her sleepwear?

"I-" before he could answer though, her phone rings. Her sister was calling all the way from New York, finishing medicine at NYU. Katniss' tone is cheerful when she answered Prim, though her mind lingers in Peeta's soft aggressive whisper. She settled on the bed cross legged.

"Hey! just checking in on you. How's Paris?" Prim's walking while on a video call, and Peeta hears her stride. He abandons his sketchbook and jumps close to Katniss over her shoulder to greet Prim.

"Oh, it's bad, duck. She shits on pain au chocolat. Uncultured and rude. Can you believe that?"

"Shut up! I was only being honest, it's overrated,"

"Honesty is not shitting on food," Woah. He's way too close now. She flusters as she notices the lesser gap. He smells fresh from the shower.

She covers it up with an eyeroll. There.

"I think she just misses your buns, Peeta," They saw Prim wiggle her eyebrows comically in the phone. She rolls her eyes again. God, not Prim too. If Peeta even flushed from the teasing, he doesn't show.

"Where are you off to, anyway?" Katniss steers the conversation, subtly shying away from Peeta.

"I actually have a make-up class in Bio and I'm running late but I wanted to see you for a minute. Paris looks good on you," Prim's video was shaky now from her walk-run.

"Yeah yeah, I'll send you pictures tomorrow morning. Or tonight, or your morning. I don't know," Katniss chuckles.

Peeta loves her most in these moments with her sister. He's always entertained by their sisterly banter and unfiltered bickering. Things far from the physical jokes and pranks from his brothers, like random hard punches on the shoulder or being locked up in the bakery's store room.

"And you finally got your own beds this time! No more cramping in one bed," Prim says, which irritated and startled Katniss enough because ugh, she didn't want to get awkward with Peeta, especially when they already got some tension lingering. She couldn't roll her eyes enough to disperse the growing tension.

"Uh-yeah-finally, Cinna's a bit lavish,"

"Yeah, but that doesn't keep away her snores," Peeta added good naturedly, trying his best not to sound disappointed or whatever.

Because when Cinna decided earlier to welcome the group in his enormous apartment in Paris above his tailoring shop, he became a generous host. Provided them with enough toiletries, towels, full pantry of food, and of course, beds for each of them. Two twin beds per room, and so they divided by couple, leaving Peeta and Katniss staring at the most spacious room they've ever been on their trips.

What if they just move the bedframes together and make one giant fluffy king size mattress?

No, no. That's ridiculous. And stupid. That's like crossing some kind of boundary. So as much as they want to, they remain stubborn and got to unpacking. Besides, they'll only be here for the night. After that they can sleep again together like before in a small Venice hostel tomorrow, right?

"Well, two beds or not, you can always share-"

"Okay goodbye duck, I hope you trip on the sidewalk and fall flatfacewithyourmatchalattespillingalloveryouuu," Katniss taps the end button and tosses her phone on the bed.

"Come on dude, just admit you like sleeping with this," Peeta grabs her hand and press it on her chest, enjoying how she blushes with his and Prim's teasing abilities.

"fuck you, I'll kill you in your sleep," She scowls and pulls her hand away. He's roaring with laughter. She doesn't indulge the fact she likes feeling his broad skin under her palm.

"No seriously, we're used to sleeping side by side. Let's just move the frames... or you can sleep in mine,"

Fuck. Why is he so blunt about this?

"Or I could just sleep with you on this. Ah, so soft," he lays down with his arms cradling his head. He knows she'll be convinced if he tries to play it casually.

Very, very tempting. But Katniss is stubborn, and instead grabs the pillow beneath his head and smack him with it. "Hey!"

"Fuck off my bed Mellark. Go to your own," she directs with little conviction. A little more, just convince me a little more.

He sits up and feigns disappointment, even though he is really disappointed. "I'm serious, let's just sleep together..." He stares her up with those piercing blue eyes.

Tension grows by millimeter with their stare and hitching breaths.

Is he really serious? Is this okay? Why is he so casual about this?

"Just get off my bed, Peeta. It's the first in weeks I can sleep with my head on a real pillow,"

So she's not convinced with casual talk.

A beat.

“Okay fine, just don’t set your alarm so loud,” He stands and reaches for his abandoned sketchbook. She already misses the weight of him on her bed.

“Fine then. Don’t stay up late with the lights on. Opening the window is enough,” she settles on her pillows.

“Fine,”

Blankets rustles on both ends, lamps turn off.

“Goodnight, Peeta…”

“Sweet dreams, Katniss.”

They pretend to not notice the other still not asleep. It was a restless night.

[lemonluvgirl]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

I was asked by the lovely @mega-aulover to answer the questions...Thank you friend <3.

Are you named after anyone? -I'm named after two pretty awesome women in the Bible

2. When was the last time you cried? It was pretty recent. I think a few days ago when I read ACOTAR's 3rd book?? It was during the final battle against Hybern when the ships showed up.

3. Do you have kids? - I've got a five-year-old boy :) He's awesome

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? - yes, it annoys my husband but he secretly loves it when I'm sarcastic and snarky

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? -Their face and voice are probably the first things I notice.

6. What’s your eye color? - dark brown

7. Scary movie or happy ending? - Happy ending for sure.

8. Any special talents? - I crochet, I sing, I like to write.

9. Where were you born? - Texas, beautiful big starry skyed Texas.

10. What are your hobbies? - reading, writing, singing, crocheting.

11. Have you got any pets? -We used to have a dog but she passed away recently.

12. What sports have you played? - I've played a few but I was only ever good at softball and volleyball.

13. How tall are you? - 5'2 I'm pint-sized but don't let that fool you.

14. Favourite subject in school? - Enligh lit, World History, Choir

15. Dream job? - being a published author. I'd love to get paid to dream up different worlds and stories.

[disgurrr]

I swear I was so gullible reading Katniss’s thoughts. I took everything that girl said as truth, even when I knew damn well. For example, Ms. Everdeen had me believing that Peeta announced, in front of Panem, that he was madly in love with her. When in actuality, he just said he LIKED her to Caesar.

What Katniss narrates:

But that was before the Games. Before my fellow tribute, Peeta Mellark, announced he was madly in love with me.

What ACTUALLY happened:

Peeta sighs. "Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping."

Like Girl, those are not the same things ctfu but 11 year old me was like “omg katniss you are so right, he was so saying that he loves you so much. Omggg hehehehe” like what lmfaol

@waywardangel-wilds your post reminded me of this, and I was like omg I really believed her and everything lmfao

[lemonluvgirl]

thanks for the tag @norbertsmom

I got SUPER lucky!!! May I present musician!Finnick Odair from this fun modern AU I’m writing. I would be honored, nay, privileged to marry this sweet hunk of a man. Finnick is amazing! The only better fictional man would be Peeta Mellark, but I think @everlarkedalways already got him!  I am very very happy with who I got though, so it’s all good :)

Tagged by my bestie @jcusack 😘🤗

You have to marry the last fictional character in your camera roll: how screwed are you?

Boy oh boy... I'm so screwed you have no idea... 🤪🙈

No pressure tags: @munsonownsmyass @a-supernova-girl @itwasthereaminuteago @slavic-empress @anna-hawk @lunamoon-87 (and everyone who wants to, because it's fun 🤭)

[atelierlili]

That desperate longing, I understand perfectly. I pick her up, swallowing her surprised little gasp, and set her carefully on the kitchen table to keep kissing her without her neck craning. My fingers ghost along her sides, tracing the edge of her underwear. "May I?" I ask when we break apart for air. There's a string of saliva bridging our lips still, and her eyes are so dark I could gladly drown in them. ~ Wildflowers Till the Snow ~ By @typewriteringalaxy

@waywardangel-wilds made a request for me to draw my favourite fic from the Commect Fic Fest and it inspired me out of the artblock I was having. Of course my favourite fic is the one with smut is deeply emotional and filled with agnsty yearning and all that yum yum stuff. It had me by the throat and kept me up at night. <3

If you haven't already, please check out the fics for the Comment Fest! I still haven't read all of them yet, but I've enjoyed every single one so far. So come and join the fun <3

[thesweetnessofspring]

Calling on all Hunger Games fanfic readers and writers!

To combat developers monetizing fanfic with AI voices, this year I'm hosting a Hunger Games Valentine's Podfic Exchange for Valentine's Day.

💌 What it is

Sign up as a podficcer and/or a fanfic author. I'll match up a podficcer to their "valentine" (a fanfic author) and set up a collection on ao3 for all of the podfic.

💌 Who can participate?

Anyone with an ao3 account can be a podficcer. Yes, even with your accent! Yes, even with just your phone to record! I promise, you're better than any AI voice because you're human.

The works getting the podfic treatment are all part of the Hunger Games/TBOSAS fandom. Any pairing or OC is ok! The only limit is that no podficcer will be expected to record for a work longer than 3k words, whether it's a one-shot or a chapter from a longer work.

💌 How?

Sign up with the google form here by January 7. We'll have podficcers and valentines matched by January 14, so keep an eye on the communication method you choose on the google form! I'll be posting some resources for free audio editing/tips to also help out. Once you have your podfic made, create a work on ao3 that is "inspired by" the original fanfiction (if it is on ao3) or link to it if it's hosted on another site, and then in the work include a link(s) to where the podfic is hosted (google drive, internet archive, spotify, youtube, etc). You will be able to submit to the ao3 collection on February 12 and the collection will go live on February 14 at 6:00 am PST.

💌 Why should I join?

Some people prefer to listen to audiobooks for a variety of reasons, including accessibility, and this helps expand their options for listening to fanfiction. It's a fun fandom-building activity. And as mentioned before, there have been a couple of attempts to monetize fanfiction with AI reading fanfic and this is a way to throw up a middle finger at this effort and give a gift to fanfiction authors.

Mentions of those who reblogged the poll so they see this post:

@lasthaysileeshipper @mollywog @ongreenergrasses @distractionsfromthefood @iamasradiantasthesun @notsocooljess @worldwithinworld @norbertsmom @thesunpersists @thelettersfromnoone @charlunday @farfromhome87 @atelierlili @xoheartsaurore @mega-aulover @bodyelectric77 @waywardangel-wilds @oolhan @wistfulweaverwoman @triassictriserratops @lilbabymick @arizonapoppy

[mylionskitten]

Can we talk about this? Katniss says she’s not used to being touched, EXCEPT BY PEETA or her family! CF pg. 81. She’s USED to being touched by him. So natural for her.

Later, in MJ while mourning for Peeta, she again refuses to be touched except by Haymitch, page 163, BECAUSE HE LOVES PEETA TOO!! So much significance in this! Ughh! Please share your thoughts!

#I’mtoast #socrushedforher #tellmewhatyouthink

@thesweetnessofspring @thesmileykate @little-lynx @everlarkedalways @tetheredfeathers @thesunpersists @waywardangel-wilds

[mollywog]

You reblogged that we could send you silly things, and here I am! What is your funniest headcannon for the Haymitch-Katniss-Peeta dynamic post war? Bonus points if you somehow include buttercup into the mix 😆

Not what you asked for, but what you’re getting anyways…

Okay, so this is one of my favorite Katniss anecdotes

Then when this crazy lynx started following me around the woods looking for handouts, it became his official nickname for me. I finally had to kill the lynx because he scared off game. I almost regretted it because he wasn’t bad company. But I got a decent price for his pelt.

Twelve year old Katniss had two friends until one day she had one friend and a nice pelt.

I don’t know, I’ve been entertaining myself thinking about Katniss running into another Lynx in the woods. She said ‘he wasn’t bad company’ and I love the idea of her bearing her soul and sharing her lunch with this big cat in the woods.

One day the lynx follows her all the way home. Katniss and Peeta agree to ‘not feed the stray’ but then both sneak around and feed her anyways - Katniss leaving out the entrails of her kills and Peeta sneaking scraps of dinner out with the compost.

Bonus points, because It’s the thing that finally convinces Haymitch to pen in his damn geese. He eventually appreciates that it’s presence keeps other predators away.

The big cat becomes both of their best fiends (Katniss is a little jealous of both Peeta and the cat when they begin bonding) because Katniss and Peeta are absolutely the kind of pet owners who talk to their animals like they’re human. The stories this cat could tell.

And just - Imagine being one of the kids in town and having to make a delivery to ‘the Mockingjay’ only to be greeted by the biggest cat you’ve ever seen as you enter Victors Village. It’s Haymitch’s favorite show.

[everlarkficquestions]

hi :) could i put my story on the masterlist pretty please?

Hi. @waywardangel-wilds! Yeah, of course! What's your story (and where can we find it?) and on which masterlists does it belong?

[triassictriserratops]

If the books are Katniss’s memo, we could headcanon Peeta having a personal annotated version with small notes of his perspective and opinions. 😕 faces at the Gale kisses. Flirty teasing each time Katniss is obliviously fawning over him. Sweet notes each time Katniss shows how much she needs him. I don’t even know what he would do with the beach scene

In response to what I think is this thread. (and this offshoot thread) ANON. MY DARLING ANON. MY SWEET BABY ANGEL ANON.

ANON YOU'VE GIVEN ME SUCH A WONDERFUL IDEA AND I LOVE YOU FOREVER. Hokay. So (Dis is Earth) WHAT IF WE ANNOTATE A DOC OF THE BOOKS AS IF WE'RE PEETA READING IT AND LEAVING LITTLE NOTES FOR KATNISS TO READ IN THE MARGINS?!?!?!?

Who would want to read this?????

WHO WOULD WANT TO WORK ON THIS WITH ME?????

Tagging @waywardangel-wilds and @sameschmidtdiffname right off the bat as tributes because HOLY SHIT this has the potential for GREAT hilarity.

[wistfulweaverwoman]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag from @mollywog and @waywardangel-wilds !!

The purple-grey mountain beckons invitingly. To slip into her frigid mists, be enfolded into her permanent embrace, would be a sweet escape.

The death of prim still doesn’t feel real. What started as just a cough eventually became a pertinacious infection of the lungs. Her mother applied every type of remedy available for weeks. Katniss roamed the woods beyond the boundaries of the district in search of rare herbs and roots that her mother could concoct a magical potion or plaster to save Prim. The effort simply prolonged her life. The only true cure was beyond their reach; without the expensive medicines from the capital the fever took her sister.

Mrs. Everdeen slipped back into the melancholia that had nearly killed them all when her father had died so many years before. This time Katniss was there to provide food and herbs. Rarely her mother would rouse enough to be tempted to try to eat or take the medicine that she desperately needed. But her mother could not revive herself fully, not for Katniss alone. She was found beside an empty vial of devil's cherry, a tincture her mother used to sedate her patients if there was no sleep syrup to be had.

Katniss doesn’t think she can ever forgive her for this final abandonment. What is left but the years stretching ahead, full of emptiness and pain? Who is she without her family to support? What is her purpose? It had been to keep them alive. She’s failed, and there’s nothing left for her in this world, not now that the person that she loves most is gone.

Loves, for her love for Prim is in the present, even though she’s been gone nearly a year. That love hasn’t died, and lives on in Katniss. But that love has nowhere to go, so it festers like a black wound, the pain consuming her like a cancer.

There’s nothing more to be done but to slide under the fence into the woods one final time.

The soft sound of frozen weeds crushed beneath booted feet pulls her. A solid presence halts beside her, close enough that she feels almost warm on that side of her body. Her eyes flick sideways surreptitiously. Peeta Mellark, the baker’s youngest son, is there at her elbow, staring at her mountain. His normally relaxed face edged with unease.

Nearly eight years before Peeta saved Katniss and her family, a great kindness, but she had never been able to thank him, and worse she had never been able to repay him. He had saved their lives. They had been starving, and he fed her, and in turn her family, and he’d taken a beating from his mother for his trouble.

It’s plagued Katniss for years, this feeling of owing. What could she do now that she is nothing, and no one? She should at least thank him for his kindness.

But just like every other time she attempted to say something, anything, words escape her.

Peter clears his throat

“You don’t want to marry Gale Hawthorne?” he says, still not looking at Katniss. His tone is inquisitive, yet disbelieving.

She startles. She didn’t know what he was going to say. Anything anyone seems to have said to her in a long time has been some kind of condolence or apology, meaningless words that couldn’t possibly soften the wreckage of her existence. It seems they two are beyond the normal niceties, though they’ve never had a single conversation with the other.

“No,” Katniss says, dully. “Gail wants things I can’t give him.”

“What does Gale want?” Peeta says. “He must be asking for a lot.” There’s something in his voice that almost causes her to mentally crack a smile. Without knowing her he’s somehow indignant on her behalf.

With not a little weariness she notes that she doesn’t bristle at the intrusive questions as she normally would, and vaguely wonders if it’s her apathy or his charm that has disarmed her.

“Everything,” she says, nearly whispering, too nothing to feel the resentment or anger or frustration that she knows she ought from all of Gale's attempts at convincing her in a hundred different ways to yield. Peeta doesn’t ask her to elaborate, and they both stand side by side staring out into the wilds. Katniss tries to think of some way to bring up the bread, or really anything.

“Can I do anything for you?” she says. He turns towards her finally.

“Anything… for me?” he says, confused. She doesn’t look at him.

“I never thanked you for the bread,” she says, explaining.

“The bread?” he says. “From when we were kids?��

“Yes… is there anything I can do?” she says.

“Marry me,” he says hesitantly.

“What!?” she says, whirling to face him. “How dare you make fun?”

“I’m not, I swear,” he says, holding up his hands placatingly. “Look, you asked me if you could do anything for me? Marry me.” He shrugs.

“Why?” she says.

“You need a home,” he says.

“What do you get out of this?” she says, suspicious.

“I thought that’d be obvious,” he says with a half cocked grin. Face heating Katniss starts to turn on her heel with a scoff.

“You can hunt,” he says, hurriedly. She pauses. He wants to marry her for her ability to hunt? It’s not quite the same, two loaves of bread does not equal a marriage, but two loaves of bread and three lives… still, it doesn’t make sense; he’s a merchant, she’s sure he’s never had any hollow days.

“I grew up eating mostly stale bread, the stuff no one will buy,” he says, reading her expression. “You get a roof and I get to eat more squirrel.”

[littlemarianah]

~Miscellaneous Monday ~

tagged by my dear @waywardangel-wilds and @mollywog . Thank you two.

Piece of my fanfic Chronicles Of A Better World (I changed the name, it used to be Deep in the Meadow, but the new one sounds much better) (Well, I know it's always post about the same famfic, but I'm fighting for my life to write another one haha. So far this is the only one that I feel really satisfied with.)

Peeta sat beside me on the bed. His teary eyes sparkled over the little girl. Our little daughter, our gift. His hands were hovering in the air, As if he were about to take her from me. Maybe seeing my terrified expression changed his mind, so he just touched the girl's hairy head and he kindly said "Welcome, Willow." I should have let him hold her earlier, but I was so scared I couldn't let go for hours after I gave birth. When I finally passed her gently into his arms she seemed even smaller. Peeta's hands were huge, and yet he was so careful. He cleaned her body and dressed her in warm clothes. I remember him whispering to her some words, that even after so many years makes my eyes water. He said something like: "I'm your father, and that's your mother. You live in District twelve in a small house up in a meadow. Your name is Willow, because of an old song. You are very loved.” Everything felt right. That immense fear I was feeling slowly subsided and I felt peace

Tagging: @tetheredfeathers @atelierlili