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Dandelion - Esther Leuvenink , 2023.
Dutch, b. 1970s
Egg tempera , 18 x 13 cm.
if kisses were wishes no context
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Anonymous asked:
Any snippet for when the stars crumble to life?
Below the cut for massive spoilers. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED. This is not in the file for the next chapter, not even close. But it's been sitting in my docs for ages as I try to write my way towards this point, and honestly... you've all been so patient regarding this story (among numerous other wips) that I want to give you a small glimpse of hope ahead.
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Synesthetic (part 1)
“If you’re accusing me of not loving our son, Katniss, I swear to God…” “You love him just fine. But loving him and relating to him are two different things. You don’t relate to him. You don’t try to relate to him. And it doesn’t make you a bad father, Peeta, but it sure as shit makes you a lazy one,” she says almost too calmly. He swallows hard as the words wash over him. In a way, this is maybe the worst thing she could possibly have ever said to him; this, at least, he knows is true.
(An AU loosely inspired by the film Mr. Holland’s Opus)
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our little games
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| Post-mockingjay. Peeta and Katniss making up their own guessing game with pastries that he brings home every night from the bakery |
No warnings! It’s literally a fluff fest following my realization about what Peeta and Katniss smells here and @mollywog’s replies conceiving a sudden birth of this prompt. Lol. This is my first time writing for everlark and I kid you not I oiled up my rusty writing skills from lit classes. Thanks also for @distractionsfromthefood for your support! Unbeta-ed, but enjoy!
It started when I came home early from the bakery, surprised to find Katniss curled on the couch covered with her oversized hunting jacket. She looked up from the arm rest and her cheeks were red and dry with tears. Nothing surprising, honestly, it’s just one of those days. I automatically walked up and knelt on her side, forgetting to take my shoes off in the foyer.
“Who is it this time?” I hushed, giving attention to her black strands clinging dry on her cheeks, softly flinging them aside while her head rested on the arm rest.
“Dad…”
“In the woods?” I glanced at her father’s hunting jacket she used as a blanket and carefully move it to wipe her tears, tucking its collar under her chin.
“No, couldn’t get past the door…”
“Okay, do you want to stand up now?”
“No…” A silence.
“Stay with me though?” Ah. There it is. Yeah, alright. Always.
She scooted on the couch to give me space and I obliged, lying down cramped with my shoes still on, faces inches from one another.
“What do you want for dinner?” I whispered, caressing her brow with my thumb. I’ll never get tired brushing her face this way.
She scoffed a smile. “Pancakes?”
“Pancakes?” my eyebrows shot up. Pancakes for dinner?
“Yeah, you smell like maple,” she chuckled, her eye wrinkles right under my thumb.
“Probably because of the maple butterscotch brownies I made for Sae’s granddaughter today,” I murmured, tracing lines on her nose. “She said she didn’t know what maple tastes like,”
“That’s so Peeta of you to do,” she grumbled, mustering all seriousness with her brows. That made me snort.
“Yeah, well.”
“I want those butterscotch stuff now.”
My smile got wider.
----
The next day, I set aside some of the cupcakes I frosted for the seamstress’s kid’s birthday to bring home for Katniss. I never got to take my shoes off when she wrapped her arms around my neck, her face on my chest, the boxed sweets held on my free arm as I put the other over her.
“Hello, again,” I say, giving her a kiss after leaning back. “I’ve got you something,”
I hid the blue box behind me, smirking at her head tilting in curiosity. “You have to guess it first!” I played.
“Is it food?”
“Mhm.”
“Cheese buns?”
“No, I just made those for you two days ago.” I chimed. Her and her obsession with cheese buns.
“Those butterscotch brownies?”
“Unfortunately sold out,”
“Wait,” She reached for the front of my jacket, sniffing it. Then she’s whiffing off my undershirt, my hands, my chest, my neck. I tried not to shiver when her nose pressed under my earlobe.
“Buttercream…”
I tried not to grin.
“Cupcakes?” She eagerly tugged on my jacket.
“Oh, Katniss,” I chuckled, presenting the box wrapped with a simple red bow. She unties it and quickly picks the one with green frosting.
“This would be dessert after venison!”
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After that, I practically came home everyday bearing random pastries for her to guess. I never get my shoes off in the foyer when she hauls herself on me and give my daily hugs.
“Ooh, something creamy today,” she quipped, leaning back from my undershirt. “Is it a cake?”
“Not even close.”
“Tarts?”
I shake my head.
“Something with custard?”
“Probably.”
“Custard pie?”
“Warmer,”
“Egg pie?”
“Warmerrr,”
“Ice cream? Vanilla cake with cream frosting?” She tugs on my jacket repeatedly, almost shaking me to give up my answer.
“Sweetheart, you’re cold again.” I tried not to laugh at her growing impatience when strands from her braid fell on her face, the box still unreachable behind me, and my free arm curling those anrgy locks between my fingers. Her eyebrows are beginning to crease the way they do when she gets close enough to Haymitch’s geese.
“What is it, Mellark?” Oh, I love nothing more than seeing her scowl.
“Guess, Everdeen. Or I’ll eat this alone after din—” She cut off with a grasp on my head and a kiss on tiptoes.
“Tell me now, Mellark!”
“That’s coercion!” I teased. She leaned up for more pecks, but I backed away chuckling.
“Peeta!”
“Alright, let’s make a deal. Guess this right with three tries, or give me a kiss every time you bite to it.” I challenged, plastering an impish grin.
“How am I supposed to guess it? All pastries have cream!” Her eyebrows are close to meeting now.
“Oh yes, minced meat pie is creamy.”
“Is it minced meat pie?”
“No, it’s not savory.” I clued in, getting impatient myself. I didn’t even take my shoes and jacket off and we’ve been playing this guessing game for minutes now.
Just pick the latter and let me kiss you.
She crossed her arms playfully, “Screw you, Mellark. I’ll take the second option just because dinner is getting cold. Now give it.”
“Groundbreaking choice.” I thumbed her annoyed forehead and unraveled her angry arms, revealing the box from behind and untying the red ribbon.
Her creases came back when she saw the hidden pastry.
“How is bread pudding close to a pie?!” She exclaimed, all angry tone and yet she’s pinching off a piece from the pudding. I made some batches up from the stale ones.
She bites through the pinched bread. I took the first peck.
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It became a routine. Coming home at dusk. Stomping my shoes on the foyer. Her arms clinging briefly, nose sniffing, her guessing every item right, a peck on the lips, a dinner and a dessert.
“You smell dill and garlic today,”
“Did it cling that strong?”
“Doesn’t matter. I like it, it’s soft, like a little savory treat.” She murmured in my ear, rendering me still when she softly nipped my earlobe.
She never does that.
Her arm swooped under my elbow, taking the blue box from my hands and revealing a bed of focaccia sprinkled with dills. “Hmmm,” she moaned through her bites and I fought the urge to kiss that crumb off on the side of her mouth.
Is she trying to kill me?
I coughed, brushing off her innuendos and finally taking my shoes off.
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Assuming her favorite days were cinnamon and buttercream, she does more than just short kisses whenever those days come. The soft bites on my neck and earlobes happens only when I come home smelling like it. That’s the time I sink down my fingers in her hair a little deeper or my hands grip her hips a little tighter.
Today, I grasp her braid a little stronger, my arm roping around her backside, giving her neck some nips of my own. I breathed her in, taking a whiff of her own scent—woods, sweat, something feminine, and entirely Katniss—wishing I could store away some of her in this manner, freezing this moment. I let her lift my head and kiss me senseless, mouths meeting, tongues twirling.
“I, uh, frosted someone’s wedding cake today,” Taking a peck on her nose, I tried to catch my breath when we break away.
“requested something with cinnamon and buttercream frosting,” I sighed, brushing off her brow, noticing her now diluted eyes. I failed to bring anything home because of those three tiers.
“Good for them,” she breathed.
“Couldn’t bring home anything,”
“Good for me,” She gulped and collided our mouths again. She took my shoes off along with my jacket. Dinner got cold that night.
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Fall had a slow welcome. It was a seasonably cold day when she doesn’t push herself to me after I opened the front door. Disappointed, I took off my shoes and head to the living room, finding her standing up from near the fireplace when she noticed me. Our memory book laying on the carpet along with some papers.
“Hey you,” her cold form wraps around mine and I tried not to ask her what’s wrong too quickly.
“Guess?” I quipped, pecking her red cheeks. Did she just come back from outside?
“Butter cookies?” even with her wavering tone, she was right. Although I don’t point out the way she hid a small choke when she hugged me.
“You okay?” I let out warm breath on my palms, placing them on either side of her face and this time I felt her visibly holding her breath, her nose scrunching. “What’s wrong? Who is it this time?”
“No, no episodes. I just… I was nauseous the whole afternoon and tried to walk it out. I think I just miss them,”
“Hm. Come here, let’s warm up,” I led her to the fireplace and sat down together, the memory book lay open in front of us.
“Actually Peeta, I think I’ll prepare dinner.” She suddenly stood up, giving me a kiss on the forehead before heading to the kitchen. That was uncharacteristic of her.
But I didn’t question it. Not yet.
I started to wonder when she doesn’t meet me in the foyer anymore. Our guessing game slowly turned from minute hugs to silent smiles. It was when I brought home some seasonal apple pie that she couldn’t hold back a gag when she tried to hug me.
Doesn't she like apples? Can’t I recall if she hated apples?
“God I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to gag at all. I just, I don’t know, it just smells sour.”
“I baked them fresh this morning so they’re likely not foul. But yeah, okay, I’ll just drop these off to Haymitch—”
“No, Peeta, your hands. They smell so apple-y.” Her expression was a twist of scowling and being disgusted. I sliced dozens of apples today so the scent clung too much even when I washed off with some soap.
“Sweetheart, we chopped all day at the bakery, the smell will last for some hours I think,”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why, I always liked apples,”
“It’s okay, let me give these to Haymitch and then I’ll scrub off in the shower.”
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The next day I brought home some of the extra orange cake slices, dreading she’ll also hate these.
They were never put down on the table.
She devoured three slices in minutes.
Also gobbled my orange scented fingers.
----
Still mildly unhappy we didn’t return to our guessing games after a week, I didn’t bring anything with me today. I was taking my shoes off when I saw her beaming by the couch, her face tinted red with anticipation and she looks like she’s about to cry.
“What? What is it?” I rushed to her in my loose shoes and jacket still on.
“Peeta, I think I know why.”
Eyebrows crinkled. My hands on her elbows.
"You know I always love what you make but...
Her fingers fidgeting. Her blushing cheeks and silver stare the only things registering in my mind.
“I think I’m pregnant.”
She guessed right.
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I don't know why, but the ask you sent me @mollywog disappeared from my drafts??? Anyway, this is to answer that ask: I wish you would write bromance/friendship Peeta and Gale.
"Oh!" Gale throws his hands over his head. "And that's how it's done!"
Peeta watches on, unimpressed, as he absentmindedly texts his girlfriend back: Sorry gonna be home late. Something wrong with Gale.
Katniss's reply is immediate: 😞
"Are you in or you still too chicken shit?" Gale grins, dropping back into the booth across from him to take a long drink from his beer.
"I'm just a better gambler than you." He replies dryly. He looks back at the dartboard briefly while Finnick shoves his way out over Gale to take his turn.
"He's just chicken shit," Finnick adds in, shoving Gale's head out of the way when he doesn't let him out of the booth immediately.
"Thanks for that," Peeta picks up his beer and takes a drink. He turns back to Gale. "So?"
"What?" the other man replies.
"Why am I here?" he asks exasperatedly. "You know I have a job, right? Those things people do? For money? Yeah, not optional for me."
"Ugh, you're such a killjoy." Gale groans throwing his head back against the seat. He's a little drunk. "I don't know, I just wanna hang out, okay?"
"I'm leaving," Peeta stands and yanks his coat on. He's been here for the better part of the night and he still has no idea why Gale made it seem like he was in the middle of a crisis. He's never answering his texts again.
"Wait!" Gale calls after him with a stressed look to him. "Fine. Sit down."
"Madge," he drums his fingers against the table, "is leaving me."
Peeta blinks at him, shocked. Gale and Madge are high school sweethearts. They were going to get married by the end of the summer. Peeta already bought a suit.
"Oh shit," he sits back down. "Are you okay?"
Gale shrugs and takes another drink, his eyes taking on a troubled look. "I'm fine."
"Do you wanna come back to the house? You and Katniss should prob-"
"I'm not gonna talk to Katniss about this." Gale cuts him off, dropping the bottle back to the table with a thump. "She's on her side."
"There's no sides," Peeta shakes his head.
"There are." Gale rolls his eyes. "Girls side with each other."
"Women," Peeta corrects. Gale glares at him. "Sorry, too easy."
Gale groans, dropping his head to his hand.
"Uh, what happened?" Peeta asks. He's never seen Gale so, openly emotional? "Did you guys have a fight? or-"
"We had a fight." Gale interrupts again. "I'm a work-obsessed maniac who doesn't even want to have kids, I'm just marrying her because it's what we're supposed to do. Apparently."
Peeta raises his eyebrows, "that's rough."
"It isn't true!" Gale insists. "I want to get married. And yeah, I care about my job, but so what? I worked hard to get where I am, what am I supposed to do? Fucking-"
"What's going on?" Finnick asks, having returned to their table with another round of beers.
Peeta shoots him a look meanwhile Gale groans and drops his head to his hands again.
"Madge dumped him," Peeta hisses. Finnick's face pales.
"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry man." Finnick puts the beers down slowly like he's worried they'll explode. "That's-- I'm sorry."
"My ma's gonna kill me," Gale moans miserably.
Peeta smiles involuntarily. "Listen, maybe it's nothing."
"She said she never wanted to see me again!" Gale argues, his eyes like an accusation.
"Yeah but, maybe it was just a fight? You both probably said stuff you didn't mean." Peeta says. "Maybe you both just need to cool off for a bit. Talk it out in the morning."
Gale scoffs, "yeah right."
"No! Come on, we all do it." He looks over at Finnick for some encouragement. Finnick looks at him like he just threw him a hot potato without any prompting. "Right? You and Annie argue all the time, don't you."
Finnick jumps as if physically struck. He looks at Gale's miserable face and blanches. "Uh, yeah. All the time."
"What could you and Annie possibly argue about?" Gale asks derisively.
"Stuff." Finnick shrugs. "You know, whose turn is it to do the laundry, why is Finn saying the f-word so much. Just stuff."
"Wow, tough." Gale rolls his eyes. "Mellark?"
"What?" Peeta looks at Finnick for a lifeline but he just shrugs at him. "Me and Katniss?"
"No, you and your mother. Obviously you and Katniss." Gale bites.
"Um, I don't remember anything specific." He fiddles with the label on his beer. "But yeah, mean stuff sometimes. Like..." he trails off. "Oh right! The other day she called me an idiot."
"Did she actually mean that or was she joking?" Gale asks with disinterest.
Peeta turns sheepish. "Okay, so she didn't mean it, but we really do fight all the time!" He insists. "It's just not that big of a deal! We cool off and move on, which is what you and Madge can do tomorrow."
"Tell me you and Katniss have actually had a real fight in the past year and I'll go." Gale challenges. "I dare you."
Peeta sighs, "Fine." He drums his fingers against the table while Gale's eyes bore into his skull. "We fight about money."
"Money?" Gale asks.
"Oh, that's a tough one." Finnick scratches at his beard. "Annie and I too, before I got the new job. That sucks."
"Yeah," Peeta agrees. "I don't know, we just move on. Katniss doesn't want to feel like she depends on me for anything, but I always tell her that she can, I'm not going anywhere or anything but she's-"
"A pain in the ass?" Gale offers.
"Stubborn,” he corrects. “And independent.”
“That’s married for pain in the ass,” Finnick intercepts.
“Yeah, she can be a pain in the ass,” Peeta admits. “But I love her. So, whatever.” He shrugs. “I just deal with it.”
“Oh, I see.” Gale turns to Finnick. “He just rolls over and takes it.”
“I don’t,” Peeta rolls his eyes.
“I think what Peeta’s trying to say,” Finnick interjects. “Is that sometimes you just gotta deal. Meet in the middle. It’s an argument not a war. At the end of the day you still gotta like each other.”
“I don’t know, I just don’t have the fucking patience, you know?” Gale rubs a hand through his hair. “I just- I get all defensive and… I guess I’d just rather hurt her before she hurts me?”
“That’s really unhealthy,” Finnick says. “Just so you know.”
“If you want to get married you have to stop thinking about her as someone who’s gonna up and leave,” Peeta adds.
“What are you talking about? You’re not even engaged.” Gale snaps.
“Well…” Peeta trails off, playing with the beer label. “I asked.”
“What?” Gale snaps.
“Congratulations!” Finnick exclaims at virtually the same time, slapping Peeta’s shoulder. “That’s huge!”
“She said no,” Gale reads his expression.
“She said she’d ‘think’ about it.” He corrects, still playing with the bottle. “She’s not ready.” He shrugs.
“Oh,” Finnick whispers awkwardly.
“What?” Gale frowns. “That’s stupid. Does she think she can do better? She can be such a fucking idiot-“
“Okay, don’t talk about her like that,” Peeta interrupts. “She’s allowed to say no, okay?”
“And you’re just okay with this?” Gale stares at him like he’s insane.
“We’re not going to break up over it, if that’s what you’re asking.” He snaps. “I knew what I was getting into when I got involved with Katniss Everdeen, alright?”
“Damn,” Gales leans back against the booth.
“So yeah,” Peeta’s voice calms. He lays his hands on the table. “Come on, you can sleep on my couch and call Madge in the morning.”
Finnick puts a hand on his shoulder, “it’ll all work out.” The older man smiles at him.
“Thanks,” Peeta says with some annoyance. He stands. “Gale?”
“Fine,” his friend grumbles, yanking on his coat upside down. “But I don’t wanna deal with your girlfriend, keep her away from me.”
“I’m sure your beloved cousin wants nothing to do with you either,” Peeta replies dryly.
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Masterlist: Holiday - New Year’s
Please make sure to read the tags and summary before diving into the fic. Some stories may feature subject matter which is not to everyone’s tastes.
As with all masterlists, if you find a story that fits but is not on this list, let us know by sending us a message or fanmail with the story link.
In Panem New Year’s:
And Eventually His Lips - arollercoasterthatonlygoesup
At Midnight - atetheredmind
Change of Plans - iLoVeRynMar
If We Met Up at Midnight - c-r-roberts
Later - chele20035
New Years Kiss - KatMellark21
Now, Never, and Forever - eatsnightlockforbreakfast
The Carpe Diem Letters - AULOVE
The Winter Season - sponsormusings
When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun - Mejhiren / Porchwood*
Modern AU New Year’s:
10 Minutes To Midnight - sexidebater
Bros Before Ho!Ho!Hos! - papofglencoe
Cabin Fever - muttpeeta
Dibs - ThirtySomething
Happy New Year! - everlark14
Just Desserts - ohalaskayoung
Maps - honeylove90
Midnight - writingforhugs
My End and My Beginning - eatsnightlockforbreakfast
new years resolution - wm0011
Pennies From Heaven - famousfremus
Resolutions - deinde_prandium *
Resolutions - MiaMellark0PeetaHG
They Who Fortune Favors - passionately-curious
What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? - everlark_5eva
Whispers Of The Past - hutchhitched
Your One and Only - amelia-day
COMPLETED: 12/27/2015
Last Updated: 7/28/2018
*Added 01/01/2019
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Masterlist: Holiday - Christmas (In Panem)
Please make sure to read the tags and summary before diving into the fic. Some stories may feature subject matter which is not to everyone’s tastes.
As with all masterlists, if you find a story that fits but is not on this list, let us know by sending us a message or fanmail with the story link.
In Panem Christmas:
12 Days of Whatmas? - Author M. Austin
A Capitol Christmas - LadyCissyMalfoy
A Christmas Wish - MissBunburyHope
A Gift from the Heart - knottedenergy
A Perfect Winter’s Day - dispatchesfromdistrict7
A Very Hunger Games Christmas - Aphrodite-Venus-u.k
A Very Hungry Christmas - WritersBlockDillema
All I want for Christmas - crazydreamerforever
All I Want For Christmas Is You - anayalovedisney
All i want for christmas is you! - WeasleysRangaWife
Always Winter but Never Christmas - dracoisalooker76
An Everlark Christmas - Heyitscatnip
Are You Cold? - thegirlfromoverthepond
Christmas Baby - MissBunburyHope
Christmas Behind Closed Doors - Miss_Scarlett
Christmas Blessings - ella_rose88
Christmas for Us - frakit
Christmas Frenzy - clarkewayne
Christmas in District 12 - sydthekidhollis
Christmas in District Twelve - Winterowl312
Christmas Miracle - burkygirl
Christmas Rolls - mockingnightlock
Christmas Traditions - Norberts_Mom
Christmas Wishes - primroseeverdeen12
CHRISTmas with the Mellarks - MellarkandArt
Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas - xDarkDesiresLightx
Effie’s Christmas Visit - potages.cauldron.shop
Fifteen Years Later - MagicFireTiger
Gift - thegirlfromoverthepond
Gingerbread Cookies - mockingjayflyingfree
Gloria - Rosaria Marie
Glove Buddies - thesagaciousowl
Happiness is a Gift - ayounintervention
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - notanislander
Homecoming - Coromandel
Home This Christmas - Firstlight21
I’m dreaming of an early Christmas - jennagill
Katniss’ First Christmas - xforeverdeen
Katniss’s Christmas - crazydreamerforever
Lean In Closer - Writerswand
Lux Brumalis - QuirkyChameleon
Magic - r0ck-y0ur-s0ul
Mellark Mistletoe - dandeliononfire
Merry Christmas! - Acacia Fynn Mellark
Merry Christmas - Tobias’ Heart
Merry Christmas, Katniss - mikaylaluv
Not So Secret Santa - whatifellinlovewith
Oh Peaceful Night - HordeFighter
On the First day of Christmas… - oakfarmer *
Once Upon a Winter’s Morn - katnissdoesnotfollowback
Paint a Sky and Stars - authoresskika
Reminiscence - pudgy-unicorn
Shall I Sing For You - passionately_curious
Silent Night - LadyCissyMalfoy
Sneak Attack - burkygirl
Solstice - theatricalveggie
Stockings - ohez
Tannenbaum - Lauran41
The Comfort We Never Knew We Needed - char-thelove
The Fine Art of Giving and Receiving - eala-musings
The Moment I Knew - titaniasfics
The Tree of Bright Lights - embracingmyobsessivetraits
The Twelve Christmas Days of Peeta Mellark - abagail_snow
The Winter Season - sponsormusings
Three Christmases - AULOVE
Tree- thegirlfromoverthepond
Tribute. Victor. Neighbor. Friend - javistg
‘Twas The Night - ghtlovesthg
Twelve Breads to Woo Them - Alliswell
When the Darkness Comes -hinkeeverlark
Wreath - thegirlfromoverthepond
Wreathed in Hope - appleblossomgirl0305
Completed: 12/23/2015
Updated: 10/21/2018
*Added 8/06/2021
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🦮 Sinister Innocence
I loved your summary for this fake fic and I'd love to read a snippet if you're inspired!
So glad you asked @thesunpersists!!
Summary: When an ill-fated camping trip results in the death of Sylvia Fox, Attorney Katniss Everdeen must prove that Sylvia’s death was a result of a series of unfortunate events and not the calculated planning of her boyfriend, Peeta Mellark. But as court case heats up, so does the tension between attorney and client. Can Katniss prove to the court (and herself) that Peeta’s an innocent man or will she be his next victim?
~~~ Snippet 1 ~~~
“Fucking idiots,” she mumbles into her bite of English muffin as she watches the news where the anchor reports about a pair of campers missing in the Appalachian mountains. They must have gone off the beaten path to get the ‘real experience’ and gotten lost. Happened all the time… but usually not to the granddaughter of a old railroad tycoon so this was getting attention.
She half listens as the reporter ambles on: They’d left on a Saturday and when they hadn’t returned for work on Monday an all out manhunt had begun. Searches had been hindered by the relentless spring rain.
Katniss had little hope for the pair, and quiet honestly little sympathy: Some people just weren’t meant for the wilderness.
But then a picture of the pair flashes on the screen. She fumbles for the remote, pausing the program before the image disappears. The man’s face fills her screen.
Oh no. Not him.
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Thing I want to write:
Katniss coming home to Peeta anxiously reorganizing her kitchen. It’s been driving him crazy for MONTHS. Why are the forks in the second drawer to the left when they should clearly be in the first drawer to the right?? Her pots and pans are a MESS. And her spice cabinet… don’t get him started on the spice cabinet.
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I really like thinking of Katniss and Peeta post war before they’re even a couple. Specifically, I like thinking of Peeta having to go out of district for a medical appointment and Katniss being all weird about the fact that she will obviously miss him. The first time she calls Peeta’s like “hey Katniss, I was thinking about you—“ and she cuts him off to be like “you left your right sock. From the stripped wool pair you like. So. Yeah. I’m not in your house.”
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A Stroke of Fate at Midnight-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Written for Seasons of Everlark Winter 2020. Prompt: Katniss made the biggest mistake of her life letting him go, but if she can reach him before his train leaves, she’ll make sure Peeta knows how she really feels. The issue is that Manhattan is crowded on New Year’s Eve An Everlark Late Night Conversation-endlessnightlock (ao3) Intro: Some nights, once the two of them were lying in bed with only the night lamp burning to keep the darkness away, Rye wanted to cuddle close to Peeta, especially when he'd been sick. Peeta would often relent and let his younger brother lay close, and occasionally, he could even be convinced to put an arm around Rye since his substitute momma was across the room with Prim. Finding Joy in the New Year-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Finding happiness isn’t the easiest thing for Katniss, especially after losing her baby sister. Somehow, though, her days with Peeta offer exactly what she needs to discover ways to laugh and find joy in a new year. The Hitchhiker and the Mockingjay-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark is brought in for questioning after a fatal accident on Highway 12. The Loneliest Time-loungemermaid (ao3) Summary: Katniss doesn’t know how feel. After the Games, everything feels so jumbled up, so twisted. Peeta made it all seem so simple. You have feelings, you act on them. You talk about them with the other person. Happily ever after. But no matter how hard she tries, it’s never that simple. The Mockingjay & The Fox-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: **For Naynda, who requested a story where Katniss and Foxface fall in love and survive the Hunger Games and celebrate Christmas together** the next will never come-loveleee (ao3) Summary: "It means I'm done. It means I'm free. It means I'll live." Katniss makes it through her last Reaping. AU. The Point of No Return-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: There was nothing Peeta Mellark loved more than his crew and his car. That is, until Katniss Everdeen. Three Minutes-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Three minutes was all Peeta asked for. Three minutes was enough to change her mind. A prequel to "Lazy". Thrice-lieselmemingers (ao3) or (ff) Summary: A brief history of cold love, by Mr Mellark. Written for Day Two of the Prompts in Panem challenge.