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No but YOU don't understand. Peeta, who's never been anyone's priority being Katniss’ first choice in all three books is something very important to me.
In The Hunger Games, when Peeta's name was called in the reaping, no one volunteered for him including his older brother who is not only old enough to participate but also a better wrestler than him. Even in the arena, Haymitch chose to keep Katniss alive over him. And the only person who prioritised him was Katniss herself. She chose to keep him alive when he was dying. She chose to die with him by eating the poisonous berries. She chose to go as far as defying the Capitol and President Snow to protect him.
In Catching Fire, once again, we heard his family would mourn if he died but they'll eventually move on. Other victors only keep him alive to form an alliance with Katniss. And Peeta still got captured by the Capitol in the end. But Katniss’ first priority was keeping Peeta alive. She made a pact with Haymitch to protect him. She was ready to kill Finnick or anyone on the spot if they dared to hurt him. She clawed Haymitch for not rescuing him over her. She became suicidal when he was captured.
In Mockingjay, Peeta lost his family. Then President Coin and other rebels didn't want to keep him (and other captured tributes) alive. And the only person who was visibly devastated over his capturing and hijacking was Katniss, again. And in the end, she finally chose him over Gale. And ultimately chose to be with him for the rest of her life. She gave him the family he lost and he became the family she lost.
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there's no self pity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realise only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
“I do,” I say. “I need you.”
— Catching Fire
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Dandelion Grass Ring.
Wedding Bands were probably rare in District 12 and a silver ring with a fat gem is probably too capitol for comfort, so why not a grass ring? They may be temporary, but just as meaningful.
(Well actually, it’s because they had an impromptu toasting and Peeta had to get creative. 😊)
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there's this split second part of the Coin/Snow assassination scene where Katniss is being dragged away and has sort of a blank/shocked look in her eyes but also has the tiniest little smile and I LOVE IT. And of course Donald Sutherland's deranged expression is impeccable so I included that too. <3
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Katniss: No, I can go 24 hours without talking to Peeta. I'm not crazy.
Also Katniss, that night: I take back what I said about being able to not talk to you for 24 hours. That was the longest 6 hours of my life.
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Flatshare!everlark (8/8)
The end! Thanks for the ride, you guys. It’s been wild! Warning: This section is rated M ☺️
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There’s a knock at the door around 4:30 that afternoon. Katniss isn’t expecting guests, she rarely is.
She opens the door, and her breath catches when she finds Peeta on the other side. His head is bowed, and their faces are so close, their lips are nearly touching. She takes a step back, to allow him entrance, but he follows each stride, never breaking their distance.
“Good morning, Katniss,” he says. She stares at his mouth as it forms each word. She feels dizzy, he’s so close.
“Good night, Peeta,” she manages to say.
His lips quirk. “Not yet,” he says.
And then they’re kissing.
It becomes a challenge to navigate the small apartment. She rolls onto her toes to meet his lips, then side steps onto an errant shoe. He catches her before she can trip and they stumble toward the sofa.
His body blankets hers, and they both release a groan when his erection meets her center.
His hands are at her waist then beneath her shirt. She doesn’t want to stop kissing, but has to in order to pull the garment over her head. It’s worth it, because his mouth is there a moment later. On her breast, nipping at her tightened nipple over her bra, then dropping to his knees to drag open mouth kisses down her belly and over the crotch of her jeans.
Holy shit.
“Take your clothes off,” she commands, while making quick work of the button on her pants.
He takes off his shirt first and, of course, he’s perfect. All broad shoulders and tight muscles she wants to trace with her fingers. He has to stand to remove his jeans, and she decides to return the favor, so she drags her tongue up the length of his erection through his boxer briefs.
“Fuck!” He moans, his fingers tangling at the nape of her neck to hold her there. His pants are stuck around his boot, and he curses again trying to work it free. “I’ll cut the damn thing off if I have to,” he mutters, sitting on the couch beside her to work his leg free.
She takes the opportunity to straddle him, and they continue to move against one another through their underwear. It’s embarrassing, but she thinks she might be able to get off just doing this.
His lips find her neck again. Oh yes, she could definitely get off. “Your bed or mine?” He jokes between kisses.
“Shut up!” She says.
She takes his hand and drags him to the bedroom. Apparently she’s going to be on top, because he makes himself comfortable, by propping his orange pillow behind his head. And, all right, the visual of him actually using the pillow she’s spent so many nights sleeping beside is actually pretty sexy.
She finishes undressing, watching him intently as he does the same.
“Are we really doing this?” She asks, lying on the bed beside him while he rolls on a condom. They’re staring at each other naked, and it’s not like there’s any coming back from that.
“Yeah, I’m thinking about moving anyway,” he says.
She crawls over him and positions him between her legs. Her body stretches as he fills her.
Oh.
So good.
She anchors her palms against his chest and begins to swivel her hips. “That’s a terrible idea,” she says. “You work less than a block away,” she argues.
“That’s a good point. Maybe you should move.”
She quickens her pace, rising on her knees then back down again. His hands are on her pelvis, but she wants them everywhere. She laces their fingers to guide his touch to her breasts, then her neck, then down to where they’re joined. “Yeah, that sounds reasonable,” she agrees.
His thumb circles expertly over her clit and, oh fuck. She said that out loud.
“Or we can just keep doing this and see where it goes,” he suggests.
“I like this,” she agrees.
She’s riding his cock and his hand at the same time and has to brace herself against the wall behind the bed to stay upright. She thinks she could live in this exact position for the rest of her life. She’s so close. So, so close.
“Already?” She hears him say, as her body begins to quake.
Suddenly she’s on her back and he’s above her, moving with long, deeper thrusts. “Wait,” he says. “Hold on, I’m almost there.”
She nods, but a second later, her walls are tightening, and she’s muffling her shout against his orange pillowcase. So good.
He comes after a few more erratic thrusts and his weight settles on top of her. She wraps her legs around his waist to hold him there as she rides out the last flutters of her orgasm.
She is never leaving this bed again.
After, she gets under the covers while he disposes the condom, then joins her in bed.
“Unbelievable,” he says.
“That good, huh?” She says wryly.
“No… well, yeah,” he amends. “I was just thinking that for all those weeks I was being cockblocked by cheese buns.”
She curls into his side. “They’re very good,” she assures him. She opens her mouth to add something else when he says.
“I want you to think very carefully before you rank them against what we just did, or else I might forget the recipe.”
She laughs. “I was’t going to say that!” Maybe. “What I was going to say is, before I knew who you were, I was going to ask you out.”
He plays with the fraying end of her braid. What’s left of it at least. It’s a total mess at this point.
“Really?” He says. “Is that why you were avoiding me?”
“Not exactly,” she says sheepishly.
He nods at this, then his nose wrinkles. “Who were you going to ask out?” He asks.
She blinks. “What do you mean?”
“Which guy were you going to ask out? The one you hardly knew, or the one you were texting constantly?”
She shrugs. She’s not sure why she’s embarrassed to admit it seeing as they just had sex. It’s the equivalent of saying she was attracted to both his face and his personality.
He rolls onto his side to face her. “The night I asked you out. My buddy was teasing me because I had this beautiful bartender making eyes at me, yet I couldn’t get my nose out of my phone. I was starting to really like my roommate.” He gives her a quick kiss. “Imagine my luck when they turned out to be the same person.”
She kisses him again, and the stir in her belly begins to ignite as her bare flesh presses against his. It makes her want another kiss, and then another.
“What time are you working tonight?” He asks.
Her phone is in the living room, and she has no idea what time it is. “It’s my twelve hour shift, I have to be there by six.”
Whatever time it is, there’s definitely not enough time for another round.
He rolls away with a groan, his head landing on bare mattress. His eyes cut toward her wrapped around the orange pillow.
“That’s my pillow,” he says.
“Not anymore.”
He reaches behind her to grab the green pillow and tucks it behind his head. He looks good on her pillow too. “I like this one better anyway.”
“Why?” She says sweetly. “Because it smells like me?”
“No, because you never use it. Has less drool stains.”
She scowls at him.
“Can I come over again tomorrow?” He asks.
“That’s doubtful.”
He bats his impossibly long eyelashes at her and her resolve crumbles in an instant.
“It’ll be Saturday, so my shift at Ripper’s won’t start until nine.”
He grins wickedly. “What is that? Five hours? We may as well be living together.” She rolls her eyes. “You should come back after that too, because Sundays I get to sleep in.”
“I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“I doubt you could.” He gives her another kiss and she pushes against his chest before they get carried away.
“I really have got to get ready for work,” she says.
“You need the shower?”
“Have at it.”
He disappears behind the bathroom door while she packs her bag for the evening. It’s 5:30, so she only has a few minutes before she needs to be out of the apartment.
The knob on the front door begins to jiggle and she can hear the distinct clanging of keys. She glances back at the bathroom door where the shower is still running.
The front door swings open, and her landlord, Haymitch steps in.
“Aren’t you supposed to give written warning to enter the premises?” She says, annoyed.
“Not between the hours of 5 and 6,” he counters. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
Fair point.
“Neither is he,” Haymitch adds. Katniss turns to see that Peeta has stepped out of the bathroom in only a towel. He offers Haymitch a friendly wave as he passes through to the bedroom.
“He was mauled by a dog,” she explains dumbly. A half truth.
“I don’t care, Sparky,” Haymitch says, moving around her. “I’m here to change the air filter.”
Peeta’s dressed now when he reenters the room. “I’ll take care of the grump,” he says placing a calming kiss against her forehead.
“Don’t think you’ll get a discount on rent for shacking up,” Haymitch calls from down the hall.
Peeta laughs. “Fake dating?” He muses. “Feels like a real waste of potential.”
“Good bye, Peeta,” she says flatly as she heads toward the door.
He catches her hand and pulls her back for one last kiss. “Good morning, Katniss.”
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Kiss #12…
I mean, ten minutes, guys….
ten minutes…
TEN MINUTES!!!!
Now, it’s just innumerable. I mean, go kiss someone for ten minutes. Come back and tell me how many kisses that was. With this and the broth kisses, our count is just freaking way off. Is it fair to say the Kiss Count is at 30?
I don’t even know. I don’t even know.
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Why have you gone p much inactive? You not feeling the fandom anymore?
Honestly just busy with life....working...children...traveling. All that stuff.
I love the fandom so much and still talk to some of my friends from here. It's just a lot to create, queue and lead. I actually did a huge reread last year and loved engaging with everyone again.
I'm still here. :)
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THE HUNGER GAMES APPRECIATION WEEK
day four: favorite character
↳ "Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire!"
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