#Springtime Edition 2020
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Temari was pregnant on her wedding day: A Naruto Timeline analysis
[usual disclaimer: I love studying canon timeline but no one's headcanons have to be bound to it just do what you like bye]
Note: for simplicity, I gave years numbers, the Kyuubi attack/Naruto's birth are in 2000 and the other dates are based on that
Fact 1: Gaara is at least 20
In Gaara Hidden, one of the councilmen tells Gaara "You've steadily grown, and reached the age of twenty" and Temari and Shikamaru are in the process of choosing their wedding date in this novel as well, so the Wedding has to happen later than that.
We know from the data book that Gaara is from the same school year as Naruto, and born in January, so he is born in January 2001. (In Japan, the school year is from April to March of the next year and the children in the same class are the ones born during the same school year, not civil year. If you want to know why I say that data books are based on school years, not civil years, flick me a request and I will happily do so! Just not here because it'd be too long.)
We can conclude that the wedding is in February 2021 or later.
Fact 2: Shikadai graduates 15 years after the 4th war
There is no indication that I've found in canon material about when the Boruto events happen, but we can read in this interview that Naruto Gaiden happens 15 years after the last chapter of Naruto. (We will have to assume that "last chapter" here means chapter 699, not 700, or else all the new gen has spent 15 years being teenagers at the academy.) Naruto Gaiden opens with Shino telling the class (Shikadai is there) that the graduation exam will be in a week.
The issue here is that chapter 699 happens in October (Minato says happy birthday to Naruto in chapter 691 the same day, and we know from the data books he was born in October) and the graduation is presumably in March (again, that's one the school year ends, and Itachi is also said to graduate "in the springtime" in Itachi Shinden). So it could mean either 15,5 years later, or 14,5 years later.
The 4th War happens in October 2017 (Naruto turns 17 during it, that's the age the data book gives us).
We can conclude that Shikadai graduates either in March 2032 or 2033.
Fact 3: Shikadai graduates at 11
It is the minimum age as per the law (it is said in Itachi Shinden, this law is made shortly before the Rookie 9 graduate: “now that it was a time of peace [...] it was no longer possible to graduate in a short time [...] no matter how talented Sasuke was, he couldn't become a ninja until he was eleven years old”).
It is the age at which all the Rookie 9 graduate (they are said to turn 12 during the first year of naruto and 13 during the second, again, I can give more details about data book ages in another post if needed).
The naruto wiki tells me that the Naruto data book says he is 12 for the Chuunin Exam, but the scan I have of the data book do not seem to indicate any age that I can find?
So this is not 100% a fact that I have found a canon material number about, but it's the most logical possibility (he's not allowed to graduate younger, there's no reason he would graduate older, this is what happened to the previous gen, and this is what the whole fandom seems to believe, so, yeah).
Similarly, everyone seems to agree that his birthday is September 23, I have not found where that comes from yet, but I have to assume it does come from somewhere. If you know please tell me!
[Edit: apparently it comes from a bonus calendar in the Shounen Jump issue 6-7 of 2019 but I haven't found a scan yet.]
We can conclude that Shikadai was born in either September 2020 or 2021, depending on the graduation date.
Conclusion
If Gaara Hiden and the wedding were in 2021, Shikadai cannot have been born in 2020, so he has to be born in September 2021. If we imagine that Gaara Hiden takes place right after Gaara's birthday (the earliest date) and then Temari and Shikamaru got married on the month that followed, Temari would have been 2 months pregnant, and this is the minimum she could have been.
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The Heartrender-juniebugg (ao3)
Summary: After a shipwreck has left an abducted witch and a member of the ominous Order bent on wiping out her kind stranded on the icy shores of an uninhabited land, the two must work together to survive or face tearing each other apart in the process.
The Holiday Stand In-LemonLuvGirl (ao3)
Summary: Modern AU. Katniss Everdeen needs a guy to pretend to be her boyfriend for the holidays, and when she meets Peeta Mellark she thinks he's the answer to her Christmas prayers. Peeta also happens to need a significant other to take home to show off to his folks. So Kantiss proposes that they pose as each other's dates for the holiday season. Just to get their families off their backs. But pretending to be in love is a dangerous game, one that Katniss might not end up winning unless she plays her cards right. In a different time and place, trying to sell another love story, will the star-crossed lovers still happen anyway?
The Hoodie-LemonLuvGirl (ao3)
Summary: Based off the prompt: I’ve been wearing my boyfriend’s hoodie around the house for the last week. I tried to give it back last night. “That’s not my hoodie.” He said. I then realized with horror I’ve been wearing our builder’s hoodie. In front of our builder.
The Marrow of the Story-hutchabelle (ao3)
Summary: Written for the Everlark Fic Exchange Springtime 2020 Edition Prompt 17: Everlark enemies to lovers, a long-standing grudge (could be anything, even simple) but somehow it is discovered that Katniss is a bone marrow match for Peeta. If she doesn’t donate he will die.
The Meek Shall Inherit the Eldest Everdeen-Meadowlark27 (ao3)
Summary: The boys all wanted Katniss at the slag heap. But Peeta Mellark just wanted Katniss.
The miner's wife-MockingJayFlyingFree (ao3)
Summary: In an alternate universe in which Prim was never reaped, Katniss married Gale at the age of 18, as a good Seam girl should. 12 years later, she has two children with him. Peeta Mellark, the lone victor of the 74th Hunger Games, is a failed mentor and a prostitute in the Capitol. When he is home in District 12, he is self-destructive and on his way to becoming an alcoholic. What happens when their paths cross for the first time since that fateful incident with the bread?
The Missing Book - The Early Years-Hey_You (ao3)
Summary: Katniss and Peeta grow back together after Peeta's return to District 12. After Katniss realizes her true feelings for Peeta, she is faced with the very real possibility that he no longer cares for her in the way she had hoped. Post "Mockingjay" but pre-Epilogue. Canon compliant. *I always felt that there should have been a fourth book in the series, and kind of felt as if the ending of "Mockingjay" was rushed. ;-)
The One She Left Behind-Xerxia (ao3)
Summary: Everlark modern AU Weeks after moving to New York, Peeta Mellark encounters a woman he thought he'd never see again.
The Only Opinion That Matters-LemonLuvGirl (ao3)
Summary: Another tumblr inbox prompt that turned into a one-shot. Based on the Prompt: [Post-mj, growing back together] katniss goes down on peeta for the first time?? Bonus if she asks advice from johanna beforehand and johanna being johanna, goes into explicit detail causing katniss to panic
The Other Mockingjay-MockingJayFlyingFree (ao3)
Summary: Katniss and Peeta weren't reaped for the Quarter Quell. Instead, they were forced by Snow to get married as soon as they turned 18. How does their marriage change the future of Panem? Will there still be a rebellion - when Snow is controlling the Mockingjay?
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concept idea:
(this was written after the episode aired, so around late March 2020. and then edited as of now when i found it among my drafts)
what should’ve happened during the episode ‘Facing Darkness is Kinda My Thing’ is that Rebekah should have turned up at the school because she heard one of Caroline’s twins had died. She knew that Klaus would be there for Caroline or at least at the school to check on Caroline and Hope as well since the girls were friends (he assumed, and so do most of the family).
(or maybe after Rebekah found out about what Hope went through in Malivore she’s deteremined to get her out of that school now and she’s extra pissed because the rest of the family didn’t tell her anything because she has a tendency to overreact)
So I’m thinking she just announces her presence after Lizzie disguises herself as Hope whilst planning her own funeral
Alaric is with Raf and nowhere to be found, so it’s mainly students reactions to her
MG and Kaleb meet her first, MG is awestruck while Kaleb plays it cool that one of the oldest vampires in history is in front of him, he doesnt last that long
Rebekah compliments what they’ve done with the place, bids her respects and condolences and straight away asks for Hope.
MG and Kaleb get awkward as they don't want Lizzie to approach Rebekah in fear that she may figure out that it isn’t really Hope.
Lizzie hears people saying Hope’s name and obviously approaches, not knowing the tall blonde is both an Original Vampire and Hope’s aunt.
“I heard my name! How can I help? I just live to help others.” MG and Kaleb practically jumped when Lizzie!Hope appeared.
“There you are little one! I’m so sorry I haven’t been in touch, I had no idea about Malivore.” As Rebekah kept hugging a confused Lizzie and apologizing over and over again, Lizzie!Hope looked to MG and Kaleb who had situated themselves behind the Original as they tried to mouth the words ‘Hope’s aunt’ but Lizzie only got more confused. “Kol and Freya got an earful when I found out they hid it from me. I swear! And I’m not overreacting at all,” She went on.
Lizzie couldn’t handle it anymore, she pushed back immediately. “It’s okay! Really, everything’s fine. Well, not everything, Lizzie’s dead and we’re all in mourning.” She rambled.
“Oh yes, I heard about your friend, I’m so sorry, my darling.”
“She wasn’t too much of a friend. Maybe mentor—"
Before Lizzie could go on about herself, MG stepped in. “So, Miss Mikaelson, or Miss Rebekah? Miss Rebekah Mikaelson? Maybe we should all just call you Hope’s Vampire Aunt.” He laughed, looking over at Lizzie!Hope, pleading that she got that.
“Rebekah will do, and do me a favor, fetch me something to drink would you?” Whilst MG and Kaleb fought over who should go to the kitchens, she turned back to who she believed to be her niece. “Now, I know that you love this school, but you’re practically an adult already, and I think it’d be amazing if you joined me on my trip to Europe in the springtime.”
Lizzie!Hope’s eyes widened, “Seriously? Throughout all of Europe? Can we go to Paris? Italy? Milan?” She had never loved being Hope Mikaelson for a day so much before. Though if you ask her she’d deny it with her life.
Rebekah only giggled at her excitement. “Anywhere you want, my sweet.”
Lizzie was smiling so much, “That’s amazing, thank you so much uh Aunt-Auntie Rebekah.” Lizzie prayed that she hadn’t messed up, and if she did, she hoped that Rebekah couldn’t tell.
But she had, Rebekah Mikaelson had flawless instincts. And she was sure something was wrong. She certainly looked like her niece, but witches had ways onto that. And this place was filled with witches. Something was definitely off. “And there’s more, do you remember that horse your father got you when you were small? You called him Bandit?”
Lizzie walked over to MG and subtly made a signal that he should change the topic. Lizzie!Hope laughed it out, “Yep! Good ole Bandit. Always taking those.. apples.” Lizzie wavered, she didn't know a thing about horses.
“He’s waiting for you in our private stables in Bordeaux. Isn’t that grand?”
Lizzie!Hope spun to view her, “So grand! It’s amazing! I can’t wait!”
“Neither can I,” As Rebekah said that, she sped in front of the imposter and their friend and suddenly had one hand wrapped around the imposter's throat, and the other on MG's. “Now tell me where the hell is my niece so I can take her with me,” She growled at the fake Hope.
“I think she knows,” MG struggled to say.
“What gave you that idea?” Lizzie!Hope sarcastically croaks out as she breaks her spell and appears as Lizzie once again.
Rebekah dropped them to the floor, “Wait a second, aren’t you the girl that died? One of Caroline's daughters?”
#legacies#this was the last of what was written#who knows where i was going with it but it seemed fun#hope mikaelson#lizzie saltzman#rebekah mikaelson#milton greasley#kaleb hawkins
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Don’t Talk To Me
Written by: @hutchhitched
Prompt 76: Modern a/u Katniss is getting over the loss of her sister (you decide how) when she meets Peeta. She’s closed off but he finds a way in. Maybe she works for him? Him for her? Maybe she cries herself to sleep on his bread scented shoulder? (Please yes I need that) [submitted by @endlessnightlock]
Ratings/Warnings: T
A/N: Y’all... It’s finally here. This is story number nine from the nine prompts I claimed for the 2020 @everlarkficexchange and then lost the will to write during the early months of the pandemic. I wasn’t sure I’d get here, but it’s happened. This is not the story I intended to write when I took the prompt, but sometimes the muse takes control, and I simply follow. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. Huge thanks to @javistg for understanding the delays and @endlessnightlock for being supportive of my plot change.
Katniss Everdeen hates people. Well, that’s not exactly true, but she doesn’t exactly like them either. They’re too…human or whatever. Too many acquaintances. The last thing she wants to do is get close to any of them, especially after the events of the past few months. She’s barely holding it together as it is, and introducing people or, even worse, friends could tip her right over the edge. She values her sanity.
That’s probably why the new, sweet, disgustingly optimistic, overly friendly hire at the coffee shop where Katniss works irritates her so much. He’s just so nauseatingly earnest. It makes her want to punch him in the face.
“How’s my favorite barista today?” he asks when she joins him behind the counter while still tying her apron. She mumbles noncommittally, but he doesn’t seem at all deterred. “I like that sweater.”
“Peeta,” she says as she attempts to maintain control of her temper. He looks at her with such eagerness, she wilts under his obvious enthusiasm. “I’m just… It’s not a good day. Can we not?”
His face falls, and she almost relents. She doesn’t know what it is that’s convinced him she’s someone he needs to befriend, but she simply has no interest. She doesn’t want more entanglements. They hurt too much.
“Sorry,” he whispers and turns away. She swallows a twinge of guilt for hurting his feelings, but she doesn’t yield. Instead, she pivots to the espresso machine and starts making coffee. They work together silently, their only conversation about drink orders. They move around each other easily with no uncomfortable bumping or banging elbows or shoulders. He’s a good worker, at least, and he knows how to take a hint.
“See you tomorrow,” Peeta says softly as his shift ends, and she flashes a brief smile. She doesn’t want to be rude, but come on. He doesn’t have to be friends with everybody.
It continues like that for months, him fruitlessly friendly and her taciturn and distant. He continues to pursue a friendship, never pushing or prodding, simply being there and consistently showing kind. It’s exhausting.
“How do you manage to stay so sickeningly upbeat?” she asks finally after several days of wanting to scream. He wears her down. She’d tell him to stop, but she’s starting to think she might like his optimism a little bit.
He pauses for a second to glance at her before returning his attention to slipping sleeves onto the cup he’s holding. He calls out the order and smiles at the customer before answering. “What’s the other option? Being miserable?”
“Well, I’m pretty good at it.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” he argues softly. “I think you’ve had a rough time, and you’re grieving and healing. No one begrudges you that.”
She gapes at him for a few seconds before snapping back to attention. The last thing she needs is to break down in front of everyone. Somehow, she thought he didn’t know anything. It’s disconcerting to realize her grief is on public display when she’s worked so hard to tuck it away. She reels, and he presses his lips together in frustration.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.”
“It’s… You’re fine.” She swallows hard and shakes her head. “I’m taking my break.”
His wounded expression slices through her as she flees.
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Another couple of weeks pass before Katniss finds herself alone with Peeta again. They’re scheduled to close on a slow night, and everyone else has gone home when he locks the door behind the last customer and she turns off the light and secures the window for the drive through window.
“Alone at last,” she jokes and is struck by his wry grin.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Lock up? I think I do.”
He catches her gaze and refuses to let it drop. “Pretend to be happy you’re here with me.”
“I—”
“I’m sorry,” he insists. “I thought maybe if I could talk to you and stop being so, you know, wounded that maybe we could take a shot at being friends. I didn’t mean to upset you, Katniss. That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.”
She doesn’t answer for several beats. He squirms a little and drops his eyes to study twisting hands and twitching feet. She’s going to regret this. She knows she will. Still, there’s something sweet and shy and kind that she yearns for when the rest of the world is so hard and cold. Maybe it’s weakness or something else equally awful she should expunge from her personality, but she can’t let him spiral this way. Maybe it’ll stop hers, too.
“We could, uh, try that.”
It comes out garbled and stunted, but the change in his countenance makes her glad she took the step. A thousand emotions flit over his handsome face, but a grin splits his lips so wide that his teeth flash white. She holds up her hands to head him off, but he steadies himself. With eyes twinkling, he chuckles.
“I saw the fear there for a second. I’ll control myself before I start asking the deep stuff.”
“The deep stuff?” she asks, still gun-shy.
“Yeah, like it’s crazy that I’d voluntarily cover a shift for you if you called in sick, but I don’t know your favorite color.”
“It’s green.”
“Mine’s orange.”
“Like those chairs?” she laughs and nods at the overly bright upholstery on the furniture. Apparently someone in corporate thought pumpkin spice wasn’t just their most popular fall drink; it was also where customers could put their butts as they sipped caffeine-laden drinks.
“Softer,” he answers, his voice a breathy whisper. “Like the sunset.”
Her eyes drift shut. He’s put a spell on the space with his words, and she wants to stay there for a moment. When he’s not being overeager, Peeta Mellark is charming as hell. Lord, help her.
“Can I tell you a secret? It’s really important.”
She tenses, but when she opens her eyes, she finds that he’s moved closer to her and propped his hip against the counter. He looks so young and hopeful there’s no way she can be scared of him.
“If you must,” she sniffs and smiles to soften her response.
“Lean in close. It’s a big one.” She does so slowly, and he waits patiently until she’s close enough that he can whisper, “Don’t tell our boss, but I’m a tea guy. Two lumps of sugar. I don’t even like coffee.”
Her eyes widen for a split second, and then she bursts into laughter. Tears gather in her eyes as she shakes. “That’s not a big one!”
“Coffee is life, Katniss. A known tea drinker would be cast out among the wolves. I’ll just stay incognito. I’m trusting you with my life here.”
“And what if I spill it?”
“Spill the tea?” He winks as she gasps for air. Just as quickly, he wipes his expression from his face and assumes mock sobriety. Somberly, he picks up the broom and starts to sweep. “Well, then, I guess you’ll have one fewer opponent to beat out for employee of the month.”
The whole idea that Katniss, surly and grumpy as she is, could ever win a customer service award is so preposterous she can’t keep from giggling. By the time the café is clean, she’s a million times lighter. When they head separate ways after locking up, she watches him as he strides down the street. Before he turns the corner, he tosses a look over his shoulder and waves. She doesn’t even have to think about it. She waves back.
****
They become friends, and it upends her life. Katniss isn’t used to having people around. Not since her sister passed away and left her all alone in the world. Katniss had gotten used to being an orphan, but when her sister was killed in a car crash, the loneliness and despair overwhelmed her. With Peeta around, she doesn’t feel quite so isolated anymore.
They take short walks on shared breaks, and he leans down to pick dandelions from between the sidewalk cracks before handing them to her with a bashful grin. He shields her from overly aggressive customers during busy periods at the café, and, after several weeks, he manages to convince her that spending time together outside of work isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“Friends do tend to see each other in social settings,” he teases, and Katniss finally relents.
They go to movies and basketball games and art exhibits and archery competitions and all sorts of other things she had no idea she’d enjoy until Peeta suggested the activity. Sometimes, they do mundane things like grocery shopping together. She finds she likes trying new things as long as there’s someone with her and they can debrief about what was good and bad afterward. He convinces her to try one of those art classes with BYOB wine and a pre-chosen image to paint, and she gasps when his own creation takes on a life of its own while hers seems like a bad paint with water replica. He teaches her to cook bread and cookies and cinnamon rolls, and she shares her heirloom lamb stew recipe with him. They’re comfortable together. He never pushes, never makes her feel like he needs anything more than simple friendship.
Until, that is, the anniversary of her sister’s death.
She should have taken off work. She knows that, but the café is short-handed. Besides, she needs the money. It’s rainy and muggy and awful when she leaves the house, and the subway is packed much more than usual. She’s jostled and pushed and touched inappropriately (although, that was likely unintentional with how closely pressed together the passengers are in the train car), so that by the time she gets to work, she’s irritable, grumpy, and a ten seconds from losing it.
It’s possible it’s the weather or the alignment of the stars or an almost full-moon or the changing of the seasons. It could be that other people are suffering from trauma and loss and depression, as well. Or it could be that Katniss just has really bad luck.
“This drink is wrong.”
The harsh complaint is snapped at her by an unpleasant looking man with white hair and a beard. He looks at her like she’s something rotten on the underside of his shoe when he shoves the cup toward her and sloshes some of the hot liquid on her outstretched hand. She hisses at the burn and immediately turns to the sink to run cold water over her skin before it blisters.
“Don’t turn your back on me! Fix my coffee.”
Katniss tenses, her guard up, but she refuses to move. His actions burned her, and she’s following not only methods of self-preservation but also the company’s safe work policies. Injuries are to be treated immediately on the job. She’s doing that.
He continues yelling, attracting the attention of patrons and staff. Peeta finishes with the order he’s taking and quickly intervenes, coming to her rescue whether she wants him to or not. She’s not sure which is accurate.
“Can I help you, sir? My name is Peeta, and I’m—”
The man squints at Peeta and raises a shaking hand toward me. He’s livid, and Peeta takes a half-step back at the fury that’s suddenly directed his way. The situation escalates. It’s not pretty. The police are called, and customers are shaken. That’s nothing compared to the way Katniss quakes inside her own skin. She’s barely holding it together when their manager intercedes.
“Get her out of here,” Haymitch barks at Peeta before turning to the customer. The coffee cup he’s thrown at her rolls on the floor in a puddle of liquid. The name scrawled on the outside is Snow. It’s ironic. Katniss has always hated winter.
They make it to the back before she crumbles, and Peeta lets go of her hand to help her sit down on a stack of crates. He settles next to her and pulls her into a loose embrace—tight enough so that she knows he’s there but loose so she doesn’t feel trapped. It’s the perfect way to comfort her. He’s perfect, and she’s a mess.
The tears flow, and she’s too broken to bother to wipe them away. Shoulders shake and sobs tear from her throat in gulping heaves. At one point, she moans her dead sister’s name. It’s a mournful wail that washes over her and makes her hurt even worse. He pats her back and toys with the tip of her braid. It’s an unlikely source of solace, and it causes her to turn into him and press her face to his shoulder.
He smells like bread, she realizes in a random flash of clarity. She’s lamenting her sister, but that scent claws at her senses and registers in the olfactory section of her brain. How odd, she thinks before a fresh wave of grief shakes her torso.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I’m so sorry. I’m here. Take as long as you need. It’s okay. You’re okay.”
She’s not, though. She’s not all right, and she knows he understands that. He’s working with a limited vocabulary as he tries to help her. That’s what people say when they’re faced with a weeping friend. She’s done it herself. His tone of voice and gentle touch more than prove his compassion for her pain.
She doesn’t know how long they sit there, but it’s long enough that her tears have soaked his shoulder. A sharp cough invades their little bubble, and they both glance up to see Haymitch in the doorway.
“Clock out,” he orders in that gruff way of his. “We’ve got you both covered. Take her home, boy.” Peeta nods at the nickname without protest. It would be offensive if it meant anything other than their boss can’t remember anyone’s names, although that’s bad enough.
Peeta hails a cab and gives her address. He escorts her to her door and unlocks it for her before guiding her inside and seating her on the couch. When he moves away, she grabs at his hand and pulls him down next to her. His arms envelop her again, and she presses her face into his neck and allows the tears to streak down her cheeks while she hiccups. She hates being vulnerable, but she trusts him. They’ve grown close over the past few months.
Finally, she runs dry. Her sobs subside, and her body stills. He doesn’t shift, doesn’t attempt to pull away. Instead, he simply waits and gives her the space for what she needs. It’s a beautiful thing to grieve with someone who allows it to occur instead of hindering the process. She’s not okay. She won’t be for a long time, but she’s survived today. For now, that’s enough.
“Thank you,” she mumbles against his shoulder. When he doesn’t answer, she glances up at him through wet lashes and finds him looking at her with compassion in his piercing blue eyes. She could fall into them if she’d let herself. When he lifts his hand to brush flyaway wisps of hair from her forehead, she thinks maybe she should.
Time freezes. There’s a pulse between them that shakes the world. They’re drawn together, and she doesn’t second guess it or pull away from him. Instead, she closes her eyes and meets his mouth with hers. It’s gentle, just a sweet brush of lips, but it tastes like a reawakening, like the snow melting away and the earth coming back to life in spring.
It’s scary. It’s terrifying. It’s also right. After the events of the past year, she deserves a new beginning.
#everlarkficexchange#springtime edition 2020#prompt 76#everlark#everlark fanfiction#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#don't talk to me#bring on the new beginnings#ready for the next round
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A Simple Choice
Written by: @justajjfan
Beta’d by: @sunsetsrmydreams
Prompt 83: Katniss is whipped instead of Gale in Catching Fire, Peeta’s the one who’s there to take care of her after. [submitted by anonymous].
Prompt 116: Peeta braids Katniss’ hair to soothe her. [submitted by anonymous]
Rating: Mature
Warning: Mention of whipping
A/N: My thanks to @everlarkficexchange ; @javistg and @xerxia31 for allowing me to go way over the deadline. It was a real struggle but I’m so excited I finally have something post-worthy. My apologies to the 2 anons who have been so patiently waiting for their prompts to be turned into stories. I hope you like what I’ve written. A special thank you to @sunsetsrmydreams. This story would be nothing without you.
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Chapter 1
“Trust me.”
I did. I trusted Katniss with my life, and so it seemed at the time…with my impending death.
After everything we both went through to survive, enduring the pain and horrors only The Hunger Games could bring, it wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
The Capitolites craved this abhorrent form of entertainment and under the watchful and devious eye of President Coriolanus Snow, thrilled at the sight of children kill and be killed.
As it was in previous games, once the first wave of bloodshed was spilled, tributes from Districts 1 and 2 formed packs like wolves and hunted down the weak and vulnerable one by one before turning on themselves until only one was left standing.
The Victor.
All this savagery was broadcasted live each year across Panem in all its goriest detail and deemed mandatory viewing for every citizen.
Through it all, Katniss and I beat the odds and fought our way out of the gruesome web the Gamemakers spun to be the last two remaining tributes from the same district. But I should have known better…should have never allowed myself to be duped into believing the odds would at last be in our favour.
All our valiant efforts to stay alive was thrown in our weary and battle-scared faces.
President Snow had no intention of honouring the change in rules by allowing both of us to live and for the first time in The Hunger Games infamous history, have two tributes jointly crowned as Victors. So when the words bellowed in the air announcing the revocation of those rules, it came as little surprise to me.
The promise of a peaceful life and all the wealth any citizen could ever want held no sway over me. Already knowing the odds would never be in my favour, I accepted my fate.
For as long as I could remember, it had always been a fanciful dream of mine to live a life with Katniss, if she would allow it. Dreaming of our toasting and the vows I would say to her as I broke a piece of bread I baked myself and brought it to her sweet mouth. The feel of her soft body as we made love for the first time, even as far as raising a family of our own someday was a stupid pipedream, and I foolishly clung onto it all. Any hope of it becoming a reality was ripped from my grasp and shattered into a million pieces.
The choice was a simple one. When we were reaped, I vowed to do everything I could to protect Katniss even if it meant sacrificing my own life so she could live. I had no chance of winning and besides…no one needed me back home. But it became apparent Katniss had other ideas.
“Together?”
The sound of her voice echoing my question came as a soft whisper and in that moment we understood each other. If we couldn’t leave the arena together, then we would die…together.
In the face of death itself, that one singular word gave me a strange sense of calm and peace.
“One.”
Starting off the count knowing how little time I had left in this cruel and merciless world, the chance to tell Katniss what I’ve always felt in my heart was before me…and quickly ticking by.
“Two.”
I inhaled a deep breath sure the words would flow but instead my voice fell silent. Time was clearly against me but how many words would I need to express what Katniss meant to me?
In the precious dying second, my hand as if possessed with a will of its own, reached for her braid. This was something I had always longed to do and if I couldn’t say those words to Katniss, then I hoped she would feel them through this one innocent touch.
I would have given anything to sketch those steel grey eyes staring back at me. A chance to kiss her deeply and unravel her braid as I gently combed my fingers through the silky dark tresses the way I hoped she would like. Just one last chance to watch over her as she slept soundly in my arms and whisper the words she should have heard me say years ago.
But this was the cruel reality I was faced with and the closest thing I would ever get to realising any part of my dream. And I made sure not to let that final moment between us slip by.
“Three.”
I focused on the only image I would take with me into the darkness…her eyes.
Slowly, we brought the handful of poison berries to our lips, ready to end this before the Gamemakers took the choice away from us when the deafening sound of Claudius Templesmith’s desperate shout rang out from the hidden audio speakers, freezing us both from any further movement.
“STOP! STOP! STOP”
…and so we did.
***
All that seems like a lifetime ago instead of weeks. The Hunger Games, The Victory Tour and everything in between changed after the cameras finally stopped rolling and we boarded the train for home. And as we sped closer to District 12, Katniss began to withdraw from me and eventually shut me out completely and it confused me.
What did I do to make her feel so indifferent towards me?
Those lonely nights on the train were the hardest to deal with. Sleeping without Katniss beside me was a new torture all on its own but it was what she wanted. I guess in the end, conscience got the better of her and I was finally put out of my misery with the hurtful truth.
It was an act…a show that Katniss and our mentor Haymitch Abernathy devised to fool the Capitol into believing we were star-crossed lovers desperate to be together even in death, only it was me who was completely fooled.
But their plan worked, and it kept us both alive. The cave…the embraces…the whispered words…all those kisses were just part of the act and she wanted to forget them all…but I didn’t.
When we finally arrived home, the citizens of Twelve were all at the train station to welcome us home. To my astonishment, they were cheering us both as heroes. Perhaps they too, were acting in front of the cameras. But as soon as the scripted speeches were done and the crowd slowly dispersed taking Katniss and her family along with it, the finality of it all hit home.
I was alone.
***
Living in the Victor’s Village was a new start. But even in our proximity, Katniss avoided having any sort of contact with me. I tried my best not to let it affect me, but the hurt I felt inside festered like an open wound.
I missed her so much.
At first, I blamed myself for Katniss distancing herself from me. She said she wanted to forget and maybe I reminded her too much of the arena and the nightmares those memories brought her.
But I had nightmares too.
Hearing her screams in the dead of night will haunt me forever and even now, it takes all my willpower to stop myself from crashing through her front door and rushing to her side.
She doesn’t need me.
At first, I thought time alone would help her figure things out in her head and I of all people, understood. But time wasn’t what she needed. I finally came to terms with what was real.
Gale Hawthorne had been her choice all along.
***
As one lonely day slowly creeps into the next, working in my family’s bakery has been my saving grace, helping me cope with my new life a little more each day. With both Bran and Rye learning new trades from the Merchant businesses they successfully married into, it left my father with no resources to help run the bakery, making me his only viable option.
The strain showed on his face and although dad would never admit to it, especially in front of my mother, I knew he needed my help desperately. So, when I suggested I could work in the bakery for a few hours each day, he accepted my offer in a heartbeat. In an odd kind of way, it felt good to be needed even if I was being used to keep our family business afloat.
It wasn’t like I had anything better to do.
Understandably, my older brothers were quick to register their new living and working arrangements at the Justice Building, automatically forsaking any claims of inheritance or ownership of the bakery. But it was a small price to pay as far as they were concerned, if it meant being free from under our mother’s thumb.
So, technically speaking I am now part-owner of the Mellark Bakery with all rights and privileges bestowed to any Merchant business holder, making mother my employee.
An ironic twist in fate.
***
Safely hidden in the darkness of my own room, my racing heart begins to calm after waking from my usual nightmare. As it is on most nights, my first compelling impulse is to rush towards the opened bedroom window and look in the direction of her room and breathe out a sigh of relief when I see her.
“It’s okay…just another bad dream…she’s safe,” I whisper to myself as I stare at the shadowy figure pacing the floor from across the way. Even in the darkness of her room, I would recognise her silhouette anywhere and she’s becoming alarmingly thinner by the day.
Katniss always leaves her lamp on during the night because she fears being left in the dark. Her phobia started soon after her father’s tragic death in the mines and the thought of him being buried alive in the explosion has left her emotionally scarred. At least that’s what she told me once before she drifted off to sleep in my arms.
Now, each night I watch on helplessly as Katniss paces her room. When I leave my house in the early hours of the morning for the bakery I try so hard not to look, but it only takes two steps outside my front door before my eyes dart towards her dimly-lit bedroom. She’s always there. Standing at her window, sleepless, anxiously twirling her messy braid around her fingers. When she spots me, she’s quick to move from sight.
I tell myself I must be imagining it, but I swear I can feel her eyes boring into the back of my head as I walk along the pathway, towards the gate. But I won’t allow myself to turn around and see if I’m right. She’s probably glad to see me leave while she waits for Gale Hawthorne to arrive.
It’s no secret Gale and Katniss are together now. My mother takes great pleasure in reminding me of this fact.
“Stop pinning over that Seam trash! She used you! It’s a known fact what she does with that Hawthorne boy in those woods. She’s probably carrying his brat inside of her. Time to get on with your own life and find a wife to help you in the bakery…a nice Merchant girl…someone pure like Delly Cartwright. She’s smart, pretty, comes from a respectable family. Those qualities are a rarity. Delly’s the perfect choice for you.”
Choice. Why do I always cringe when I hear that word?
I can’t continue to ignore the facts before me. Katniss hates me. She spends every Sunday with Gale sneaking off to the woods for hours. When they return, he stays at her house until late and the curtains in her bedroom which are usually left open even during the night, are drawn until he leaves.
I’m surprised Mrs Everdeen who was brought up with Merchant values would allow such a thing, but I guess after watching us in the cave during The Games and The Victory Tour, she’s not troubled by it now and happily overlooks her daughter’s lack of propriety because it’s with Gale Hawthorne after all.
I’m sure to hear the announcement of their toasting soon.
I need to keep reminding myself what Katniss does with her life is none of my business. What made me think it ever was? She’s clearly moved on with her life and maybe it’s time I thought about doing the same with mine.
For once my mother may have a point.
tbc…
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First day of Spring
#disneyedit#pluto#disney#dog#pluto disney#disney dog#edit#disney pluto#springtime for pluto#my gifs#spring#20/03/2020#plutoedit#let it queue
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A little teaser.........
#photography#edit#editedphoto#originalphotography#photographers on tumblr#nature#naturephotography#naturephotos#outdoor#outdoorphotography#spring#springtime#spring 2020#may#may2020#flower#flowerphotography#rain#raindrops#daytime#recentphoto#recentwork#new photo#newwork#highlight#highlightphoto
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Shriektober Day 22 - “Season”
This week, I got back into the swing (spring?) of speedpainting again by taking on a prompt from @swpom ‘s very own festive #Shriektober prompt list!
For today’s prompt, “Season”; I tried my hand at swapping my rogue boi Paddy’s design from an Autumn to a Springtime theme! (It felt real good to draw a familiar face again after having been busy for a lil' while, but also pretty weird to see him in such a vastly different style than usual! haha)
▶ SPEEDPAINT LINK
▶ Shriektober 2020 speedpaint playlist!
(DO NOT EDIT, REUPLOAD TO OTHER SITES OR ACCOUNTS)
#shriektober#swpom#artists on tumblr#abd illustrates#high hopes low rolls#paddy whitlaw#coloring this was the most funnest thing#also: so happy with that branch!!#woop
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🐰 Untamed Spring Fest 2020 🐰
Content creators and appreciators alike are invited to partake in a month-long celebration of Mo Dao Zu Shi in its many forms. For the entire month of April you are welcome to use the above list of prompts to create the MDZS-related content of your choice! Reblogging this post is greatly appreciated, as this will spread the event to more people, meaning more content for everyone! Rules and a written list of the 30 prompts can be found under the read more.
Rules;
You are welcome to participate in as many or as few of the days as you like. If you miss the day but still wish to post your creation for that day, go for it! Just make sure you’ve included the day # somewhere in your post so that I may tag it appropriately.
Although the prompts are spring-themed, creations need not be spring-themed. So long as a connection can be made, it’s fair game.
While this event is titled “Untamed Spring Fest,” any content deriving from any of MDZS’s adaptations is welcome. Content can take the form of a gif, art, video, mp3, text, edit, meme, or anything else you can think of!
You are free to create NSFW content for the fest, I simply will not be reblogging it to the fyuntamed tumblr as I would like to keep it SFW. I also reserve the right to not reblog any creations I deem offensive, inappropriate, etc.
Do not repost other’s work, regardless of credit given, as the point of this event is for everyone to make their own creations! Additionally, if your creation involves content not directly from the drama, donghua, or manhua, please source it!
Tag your creations as #untamed spring fest within the first 5 tags so that others and myself can easily find it.
Have fun!! Let’s spread some nice springtime cheer~ Any remaining questions may be directed to my ask box!
Prompts;
April Fools
Blossom
Flush
Bunnies
Fresh
Breeze
Pastel
Spring
Shower
Rainbow
Delicate
Rebirth
Tendril
Butterfly
Growth
Sheer
Rest
Breath
Journey
Fond
Charm
Fragrance
Earth
Gentle
Harmony
Nest
Picnic
Bliss
Stream
Memory
#the untamed#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#cql#untamed spring fest#event#i'm really excited to see what you guys come up with!#and as always i'll be participating as well#i hope you guys like the prompts#i tried to keep them soft and comforting#though y'all are more than welcome to turn them angsty lol#admin post
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Masterlist :)
Hello and welcome to my Masterlist! I sincerely hope you enjoy my stories. All fics containing smut will be marked with (m). Feedback is always welcomed :)
Copyright: All Rights Reserved © 2020-2021 Baepsaesbae. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed.
Drabbles
Pag Lubog Ng Araw || When the Sun Goes Down (m)— The gang leader of an enemy group has been getting on your nerves. This town ain’t big enough for the both of you. [2.4k, smut, angst, delinquent gang leader au]
Laundry Day (m)— A laundry day mishap leads to some mischievous fun. [1.8k, smut, established relationship au]
Oneshots
Personal Galaxy (m)— You and your boyfriend, Jungkook, decide to go stargazing as a special treat for your anniversary. [4.1k, smut, fluff, established relationship au]
Masked Windfall ft. Park Jimin (m)— After a bad breakup, you’ve given up on the prospect of a relationship, and on romance in general. Things take a turn once you get dragged to a mysterious party an encounter an alluring stranger. [6k, smut, strangers to lovers au, Jimin is the main pairing but Jk does play a role *wink wink*]
Spring Will Come Again (m)— Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever? [10.9k, smut, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers au]
Drabbles
Sirang Pagmamahal || Broken Love— You bump into the love of your life after a hard breakup. [653, Angst, Ex lovers au]
Parang Kape Ko. Bittersweet || Just Like My Coffee. Bittersweet— You work at a coffee shop with the most annoying person ever. Kim Taehyung. [1.8k, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers au, Coffee Shop au]
Tuwing Umuulan, Bumubuhos || When it Rains, it Pours— Some good ol fashioned walking in the rain with the love of your life. [561, Fluff, Marriage au]
Oneshots
I Choose You (m)— Being one the secret girlfriend of one of the most famous kpop stars in the world can have its challenges. How much longer can you keep the charade up? [3.3k, Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, Established relationship au/Idol au]
I’m Taekin’ Over You (m)— You convince your boyfriend to go out clubbing with you, but the night heats up after he sees you dancing with another man. [2.8k, Smut, Established relationship au]
Babysitter’s Club (m)— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side? [7.6k, Smut, babysitters au, strangers to lovers au]
Love Isn’t a Science (m)— Working in a lab was going smoothly until a cocky upperclassman decided to show up [8k, Smut, angst, college au, enemies to lovers au]
Series
Heal Me, Kill Me (m)— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires. You were essentially a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target. [Smut, Angst, Mild fluff if you squint, Vampire au]
Before (Prequel), Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5
Oneshots
Since Day One (m)— You’re best friends with the sweetest guy on Earth, Park Jimin. Of course, you’d be his girlfriend in a heartbeat if he asked. If only... [5.1k, Smut, Fluff, Friends to lovers au]
Sugar, Snow, and Everything Glows— You’ve gone the entire semester being friends with Park Jimin. Now that the holiday season is in full swing, will things take a turn? [3.6k, Fluff, Friends to lovers au, Holiday au, College au]
Masked Windfall ft. Jeon Jungkook (m)— After a bad breakup, you’ve given up on the prospect of a relationship, and on romance in general. Things take a turn once you get dragged to a mysterious party an encounter an alluring stranger. [6k, Smut, strangers to lovers au, Jimin is the main pairing but Jk does play a role *wink wink*]
Me, My Ghost, And I (m)— Becoming a ghost’s assistant was something you’d never even dream of doing. However, Jimin isn’t anything like you expected him to be. Nothing could prepare you for the position you had just voluntarily landed in. [13.3k, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Supernatural au, Jibaku Shōnen Hanako-kun au, College au]
Oneshots
Office Hours (m)— You visit your professor’s office hours to seek some help [3k, smut, College au, Professor/student au]
Oneshots
None of your Business (m)— You have a shot at attaining a huge promotion at your company. The only problem standing in your way is the same one that annoyed you in college. Jung Hoseok. How will you manage to spend an entire weekend at a conference juggling impressing your supervisors while simultaneously battling Hoseok? [8.9k, Smut, Enemies to lovers au, business rivals au kinda]
Eclipse (m)— The summer solstice is here and it’s time to celebrate. Your favorite part of the solstice is that you get to see Hoseok, or rather, the love of your life. It’s too bad you haven’t told him how you really felt, even though it has been centuries. Maybe this year will be different. [3.3k, Smut, Fae au, Idiots to Lovers au]
Rain or Shine (m)— You encountered a mysterious stranger on your rainy commute to work one morning. As a newbie architect, you couldn’t afford to be late. You mistakenly take the stranger’s umbrella. How are you going to get it back to him when you forgot to ask for his name? [10k, Smut, Angst, strangers to lovers au, architect au, ft. Min Yoongi]
Drabbles
Kiss Me Through the Phone (m)— Video call gone spicy. That is all. [1.3k, Smut, Established long distance au]
QuaranTime ft. Kim Seokjin (m)— Bored and horny with your roommates during a social distancing period. What could go wrong? [2.6k, Smut, Roomates Au]
Oneshots
Taming Temerity (m)— You try explaining Valentine’s Day to Min Yoongi, your incubus boyfriend that feeds on your sexual energy. At first he doesn’t understand the point, but if it’ll make you horny then he’s willing to do anything. [4.3k, Smut, incubus au, Valentine’s Day au]
My Melody (m)— You used to be in a high school band with him, then you had to move away. However, fate intervened when you met him again in college four years later. [5.9k, Smut, College au, Friends to lovers au, music au]
Rain or Shine (m)— You encountered a mysterious stranger on your rainy commute to work one morning. As a newbie architect, you couldn’t afford to be late. You mistakenly take the stranger’s umbrella. How are you going to get it back to him when you forgot to ask for his name? [10k, Smut, Angst, Friends to lovers au, architect au, ft. Jung Hoseok]
Drabbles
QuaranTime ft. Min Yoongi (m)— Bored and horny with your roommates during a social distancing period. What could go wrong? [2.6k, Smut, Roomates Au]
Oneshots
Ethereal Encounters (m)— Since the early beginnings of mankind, you have been tasked with overseeing them and ensuring chaos befalls them. However, you meet an angel who has been tasked with the same duties, only obviously he’s supposed to ensure their wellbeing. How will you deal with him? [6.3k, Smut, Angels and demons au]
BTS POV
Do you Love Me, Baby? (m)— A member of your choosing can’t wait to reunite with you again after being separated for so long. [2.8k, Smut]
Domestic Bliss Drabble Series
Jeon Jungkook (m)— Smut, Fluff
Kim Taehyung (m)— Smut, Fluff
Park Jimin— Fluff
Kim Namjoon (m)— Smut, Fluff
Jung Hoseok (m)— Smut, Fluff
Min Yoongi— Fluff
Kim Seokjin (m)— Smut, Fluff
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PARAMAY CHALLENGE 2020
☆ What is the Paramay Challenge?
A challenge that will be running for the entirety of May for persons with MaDD (or IDD) to draw, write, post, and share things about their paras, parames, and paracosms
☆ Who is allowed to participate?
Anyone who has a para and is comfortable with sharing
☆ What is allowed?
Anything is acceptable as a fill for the Paramay prompts whether its done as art, doodles, edits, moodboards, written snippets, poems, infodumps, anything you feel like ((please be respectful ))
☆ Remember to make sure to tag your work with #paramay or #paramay-challenge or just @paramay-challenge
2020 Prompts
Para + Intro
Para + Element
Para + Partners in Crime
Para + Quarantine 2020
Para + Pets
Para + Siblings
Para + Parent
Para + Mentor
Para + Significant Other
Para + Favorite Color
Para + Springtime
Para + Food
Para + Traveling
Para + Ocean
Para + Song
Para + Control
Para + Constellation
Para + Powers
Para + Mystery
Para + Phobias
Para + Lost
Para + Nemesis
Para + Triumph
Para + Prized Possession
Para + Sun
Para + Games
Para + Dance
Para + Soft
Para + Book
Para + Home
Para + Madder
#paramay-challenge#paramay#madd#maladaptive daydreaming#immersive daydreaming#paracosm#paras#madd paras#madd parame#maddparas#paraportal#maddart#have fun !!#send questions if you have any :)
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The Jinnobi Challenge Master List - 2020
Thanks everyone for participating in the fourth annual Jinnobi Challenge! This has been a pretty chaotic year for most of us and I hope this goes a little ways toward helping end things on a good note. This challenge celebrates the love between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon and also the love that we shippers have for our fandom! Several new writers entered the challenge this year and some beloved creators as well! Whether you’ve been shipping the Jedi Husbands since 1999 or you just discovered it yesterday, this is for all of you who are here for this lovely ship.
Please let me know if I forgot to include you on this list!
Previous Master Lists: 2017, 2018, 2019
The Jinnobi Challenge 2020 Master List
Art
Some Nebulous Day by kyber-erso
Do you see anything ahead, Padawan? By kyber-erso
Embrace by shyqui-gon [also known as quietoceanlove]
QuiObi Star Trek AU by punkass-jedi
Fic Inspired Quiobi Art by kyber-erso
Photosets/Moodboards and Edits
Lessons (AU series Lessons They Never Taught me in School) by quiobi-lover
and all your love surrounds me by shyqui-gon
Always, I choose you by InfiniteJediLove
Coruscant Night by shyqui-gon
Death is nothing at all by InfiniteJediLove
Soulmates by quiobi-lover
Soft Light + Pale Purple Aesthetic by InfiniteJediLove
Legends by quiobi-lover
Fanfiction
Explicit
Talk to the Hand by Lady_Saddlebred
Tuarangi by kyber-erso (aoraki)
Bespoke Service by LittleLynn
In the palm of your hand by Lilibet
And You And I by Temve
This Heartbeat by Black_Teapot
Mature
Nightfall by InfiniteJediLove
Constellations upon your skin by Lilibet
Temptation by Lilibet
Teen and Up
Let the Springtime Talk by Hamiloki
Time to Live by Firondoiel
cartography by treescape
G-Rated
Harmonies. by outpastthemoat
Dreams of blue by Lilibet
Growing Affections by LadyDisdayne
Always by Lilibet
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What You Deserve, What You Need, What You Want
Written by: @hutchhitched
Prompt 109: Dialogue prompt: “I deserve better than this!” [submitted by @xerxia31]
Ratings/Warnings: E
A/N: I’m continuing to post the nine @everlarkficexchange prompts I took and then sat on throughout the early months of the pandemic. This is the seventh of the nine. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. Huge thanks to @javistg for understanding the delays. Better get myself in gear to finish the last two before the next round starts!
“I deserve better than this!”
Katniss nods and pats her sister on the back. “You do, and you should say it.”
“I just did. You clearly weren’t listening.”
Prim grins at her sister, and they continue scrubbing the walls of the house Prim and her husband just purchased. Katniss really can’t believe her little sister is married, especially at the young age of 22, but Prim has always been the one who’s gotten what she wants while Katniss…
Well, if anyone deserves better than this, Katniss thinks it might be her.
“When’s your husband getting here? I thought he wasn’t going to make us do all the work. That’s clearly not the case as evidenced by my arm that’s about to fall off.”
Letting her limb drop, Katniss sits down heavily on the hardwood floor. It’s stripped and rough, ready for a good sanding and polish to make it glow like new. Right now, though, it’s rather anemic looking with blonde wood that seems old and faded. Or maybe that’s just how Katniss feels about herself. Old and faded, always in the shadow of her baby sister who everyone’s continuously adored and coddled.
It’s not that Prim’s ever taken advantage of it either. She’s as sweet and kind and generous as they come. It’s just the phenomenon that things have a tendency of working out for the younger Everdeen sibling that Katniss would envy if she didn’t love her sister so much. Still, she’s tired—drained from working hard and scraping by, exhausted from the mental toll of keeping everything together for so long when she shouldn’t have had to, and weary from hoping and wishing and being disappointed repeatedly. It sucks, and it’s not fair, but that’s reality for Katniss and Prim Everdeen.
Except Prim isn’t an Everdeen anymore. She’s married now with her husband’s name, and Katniss is the lonely older sister who hasn’t dated anyone for the past six years. If she sees one more person look at her with pity, she might have to scream.
“Ah, there’s my gorgeous husband now,” Prim says, her face beaming at the sight of her man. “Hey, honey. Missed you.”
“Missed you, too,” comes the reply, and Katniss cringes as she climbs to her feet. It’s not her ex-boyfriend, but it’s close enough. Rory Hawthorne is the spitting image of his handsome older brother who happens to be the last man Katniss let get her naked. It’s been an embarrassingly long time since she’s gone to bed with someone. She’s hurtling headlong into her sexual prime, and nothing. Not a potential to be found.
“Well, if it isn’t Catnip Everdeen! As I live and breathe.”
Katniss turns slowly to see Gale Hawthorne standing in the door, framed by sunlight and looking like a moody Greek god. Her body betrays her, and she can feel her reaction course through her veins. She forces herself to play nice and nods in his direction.
“Oh, come on,” he teases. “I can’t get a hug and a kiss from an old flame and my current sister-in-law? We’re family now. Where’s the love?”
Katniss stands woodenly as Gale embraces her and kisses her on the cheek. It’s awkward as hell, but Gale’s never been able to read the room well when he’s already made up his mind. She tenses as a ruckus sounds outside, and it’s not long before a handful of men pour into the house. They’re all tall and varying stages of broad, and every one of them is dressed as some version of a cool-kid-construction-worker.
“What are you? Part of a new boy band? Performing covers for the Village People?”
Rory steps between them. “Hey! Truce. This is my house, and you’re upsetting my wife. Knock it off.”
All the men hoot and holler, catcalling Gale and, by extension, her except for one who slinks along the outside of the room. He seems embarrassed by the toxic masculinity, and he brushes his hair off his forehead in a riot of ashy blonde curls. Katniss likes him immediately.
“And I deserve that,” Katniss says in a stage whisper to her sister as she nods her head. “Who’s he, and why haven’t I been introduced?”
Prim calls to the room. “Calm yourselves, boys. Meet my sister, Katniss. Katniss, these are the guys. You know Gale, and these three are Thom and Darius and Rye. The one over there is Rye’s brother Peeta. He’s the well-behaved one. Maybe you can help him today. You don’t deserve any of these other guys. They’ll only make you question your life choices and swear off men for good.”
Katniss waves at them all, showing her annoyance at their behavior in her tight smile. Giving each of them a wide berth, she crosses the room and approaches Peeta. “Nice to meet you,” she says, and he flashes her a smile that, in tandem with his cerulean blue eyes, makes her knees weak. Oh yes, she definitely deserves better, and he just might be it.
“Nice to meet you, too, Katniss,” he answers in a voice that makes her want to strip down and let him have his way with her. His voice isn’t just sexy; it’s absolutely scandalous.
She swallows her arousal and asks as casually as she can, “You need any help? I hear you’re the only one here who won’t sexualize me.”
He chuckles, and she contemplates selling her soul to the devil for a shot with him. She’s never been attracted to someone this intensely in such a short amount of time. It’s actually quite unnerving for someone like her who’s fairly shy and quiet and aloof.
“Well, I can’t promise I won’t fall for you by the end of the day, but I’ll do my best.” When he winks at her, she vows to make it happen. She has no idea how, but she’s got a few hours to figure it out.
They spend the afternoon together sanding and painting. If she brushes against him multiple times, he doesn’t seem to mind. When he brackets her in his arms as she holds a section of drywall, she leans back against him. His chest is hard behind her, and she breathes in his scent. He’s a glorious combination of clean sweat and cinnamon from what must be his aftershave. He laughs at her jokes and entertains her with stories of his own. She’s never been great at making friends, but it’s so easy with him. At one point, she catches Prim’s eye as the afternoon slides into evening, and her sister winks at her.
As the sun sets, things wind down. One by one, Rory and Prim’s friends say goodbye and make their respective exits. Gale seems to want to linger, but Rory and Prim remind him they’re spending the night at his place and insist they need showers before they treat him to dinner. He’s not very happy about it, but her ex-boyfriend leaves after giving her a suspicious look that makes her want to stick out her tongue at him. Katniss promises to lock the door behind her when she leaves, and then she and Peeta are alone with the house quiet around them. There’s a sudden strain between them that makes her squirm. After the ease of the day, the isolation is a little awkward, so she figures she might as well ease the tension with a lame joke.
“Well, now that we’re alone…” Peeta chuckles and gives her a lopsided grin. She worries her knees will give out as the power of it hits her, so she leans heavily against the newly spackled section of the wall.
“I had a really nice time working with you. When Rory asked me to help today, I didn’t think—” He breaks off and ducks his head as his face and neck redden.
Laughing at his bashfulness, she asks, “You didn’t think what? You’re awfully cute with pink cheeks, by the way, so you might as well go ahead and tell me.”
“I didn’t think I’d be matched up with someone so pretty.” She ducks her head, not used to flattery. “I just had a really, really good day. I was due for one or two of those. Really needed it.”
“Well, I’m glad I could give you what you needed.”
The air’s charged with electricity, and she raises her eyes to look at him. His are hooded, pupils dilated, as he stares at her. She has the sudden realization that she’s alone with someone she barely knows, and he’s looking at her like she’s a snack for him to devour.
“I wonder,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “I wonder if you could.”
“If I could what?”
This isn’t supposed to happen to her. She’s never been this lucky in anything and definitely not this fortunate in relationships. Yet, somehow, he’s here with her and seems to want what she’s just realizing might be possible. He walks toward her slowly, licking his lips as he does, and stops so close that she can feel his body heat.
“If you could give me what I really need.”
Her throat’s dry, and she gives a tiny squeak when she tries to speak. He lifts his hand to brush away the stray tendrils of hair that escaped from her braid as they worked. His fingertips sweep lightly across her cheek, and his thumb strokes along her bottom lip. She wants to suck on it.
“I thought you promised not to fall for me.”
“Oh, no,” he argued. “In fact, I think I promised exactly the opposite—that I couldn’t promise not to. Now, the question remains. Can you?”
“Give you what you really need?”
“And will you?”
“I’d like to try,” she whispers. “I really would.”
“I think you’re the type that really tries.” His voice is husky and deep, and she shivers when his breath ghosts across her neck. “In fact, I think you’re the kind of woman who believes in trying multiple times until she’s sure everyone is perfectly satisfied. Am I right?”
Katniss squeaks again, unable to answer right away. He strokes her arm slowly, brushing up and down and grazing the side of her breast. She’s positive he knows exactly what he’s doing to her.
“Satisfaction’s the goal,” she finally croaks.
He crushes into her then, his body full and tight against hers as he pushes her into the wall and kisses her like a man possessed. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect. His tongue sweeps along hers, massages and plundering so deeply she can only gasp and respond in kind. He’s everywhere—his scent, his arms and hands and chest, his soft moans catching in the back of his throat, heat leaching from his skin. It’s too much and not nearly enough. It’s overwhelming, but she wants every speck of it.
There’s an old couch in the back room, and Peeta lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carries her to it. He lays her out on it without breaking the kiss and settles in between her legs. Bucking upward, she whimpers at the friction. He’s solid and heavy, and she basks in the weight. Anxiety bleeds from her, and she sighs into the kiss.
“Katniss,” he whispers, her word a sermon of longing and awe.
“I don’t ever do this,” she answers, her eyes closed and breath uneven. When he makes a move to pull back, she threads her fingers through his hair. “No, don’t stop.”
Peeta grunts in response and sucks the spot at the hinge of her jaw. His hands are all over her. Long fingers, massive palms, and blunt fingernails that knead, warming her skin and pushing her closer to the edge. He rucks up her shirt, and she shivers as he slides down her body and laves at the skin there. When his hand runs up the bare skin of her inner thigh, she moans lustily and considers begging him for more.
“Take this off,” he requests, his tone polite and gentle, but there’s an underlying authority that makes her want to obey. He helps her to upright and watches as she tugs her tank top over her head. When’s she free, he caresses her torso before reaching behind her to unlatch her bra. Squirming under his scrutiny, she’s vulnerable, but he takes care as he fiddles with her waistband and then shoves her shorts down her legs. She’s left with nothing but a scrap of peach silk between her legs. “You have no idea the effect you have, do you? No clue how crazy you drove me all day today in your little bitty clothes. Are you a tease, Katniss, or are you that unaware how beautiful you are?”
“I’m not—”
“You are, and tonight you get what you deserve. What you need. What you want so much you don’t even know how to say it, but I know because I want it, too.”
His hand is between her legs, his fingers brushing aside the fabric, his thumb pressing on her clit, his palm cupping her heat. She can’t think, and that’s exactly what she wants. She deserves to feel good; she needs someone to help with that, and she wants it to be him.
“Please.” The word echoes in the air between them, shimmering with longing.
His face is between her legs, buried in her pussy, licking and sucking at her swollen lips. She twists under him, desperate to get away at the same time she wants to grind into his mouth and let him make her break. She cries out, overwhelmed at how quickly she’s wet. Her shins are on his shoulders, her legs bent so he can lick deeper into her, and she can’t do anything but enjoy it. She’s helpless to resist him, not that she’d want to try.
She doesn’t. He’s too good at it. His mouth is fire, devouring her like it’s his only job—to be put on earth and eat her out. Not only doesn’t she last, it’s shockingly fast. When he curls his tongue into her and then sucks her clit so hard she sees stars, she arches and allows warm honey to ooze through her. Thrashing under him, she doesn’t try to stay quiet or still. There’s no way when he’s so good at this anyway. When she melts into the cushions, he sits up and grins at her with a wet chin and a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“These panties are completely ruined,” he murmurs and tears them in two. When she groans, he pulls them free and trails them over her heated skin. “You feel that? Sopping wet. That’s all you, sweetheart. All of that wetness is you telling me how good I make you feel. I bet we can both keep going, though. Don’t you think?”
She doesn’t trust herself to speak, so she merely nods and then watches in appreciation as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it over his shoulders. Miles of smooth, honeyed pink skin is bared for her, and she licks her lips eagerly. He stands and unbuckles his belt, putting on a show for her. Cheeky and a tiny bit cocky, he shifts his hips until he springs free. He’s hard and long and thick and ready, and she wants it.
“Flip over,” he says. “Get up on your hands and knees.”
She does, quivering in anticipation and hisses when he spreads her cheeks and rubs his cock against her. It’s torture not being able to see him, but she can hear the tear of a foil packet before he’s pressing against her, his blunt head probing her entrance. Impatient, she rears back, but he holds her hips firmly, easing into her and stretching her around him.
“Such a tight little pussy,” he grunts. “Perfect, and so fucking wet. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me everything. Let me give it to you. Take what you deserve.”
She wails his name. She needs him inside, and he has to move. He has to. She’s going to die if he doesn’t. She’s never been good at dirty talk, but he pushes a button that lets it pour forth. Her requests are filthy, lewd, and debased, but he fulfills every single request.
She can’t remember the last time someone fucked her quite like this, but that’s what this is. He’s in charge, and she’s merely along for the ride. He thrusts upward and lifts her knees off the couch with every stroke. Scrambling for purchase, she clings to the back of the couch. It’s rough and dirty and quick, and she screams when he reaches around and rubs her clit furiously. Her arms give, and he holds her aloft as he slams into her repeatedly.
She crests another wave when he finally comes, pouring into the condom while her walls grip and flutter around him. They fall into a tangled heap with him slumped over her. Sweaty and panting for breath, she can’t move. He’s still inside her, hot and spent but not quite soft. She never wants him to move again.
“You never do this, huh?” he finally groans. “You sure seem to know what you’re doing.”
Katniss giggles, the action so unfamiliar that it startles her for a minute. But then she’s laughing, filled with mirth and relief and something that seems a little bit like hope. He joins her, his baritone melding with her treble tone to form a glorious harmony. Finally, she regains control and shifts her head so she can kiss his forehead gently.
“You’re right, and you should say it.”
“Can I get your number? I’d kinda like to see if you know how to date. I bet you’d be really good at that, too.”
Katniss grins and sighs with happiness. “I can give you my number, but you don’t need it to ask me on a date. Just do it. I’ll say yes.”
Peeta grins lazily and strokes her back. He trails his lips across her cheek to her mouth and kisses her softly. “Will you go out with me?”
“Yes,” she answers firmly. “Is tonight too soon?”
“Tonight can’t get here soon enough.”
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A Simple Choice
Written by: @justajjfan
Beta’d by: @sunsetsrmydreams
Prompt 83: Katniss is whipped instead of Gale in Catching Fire, Peeta’s the one who’s there to take care of her after. [submitted by anonymous].
Prompt 116: Peeta braids Katniss’ hair to soothe her. [submitted by anonymous]
Rating: Mature
Warning: Mention of whipping. Use of coarse language.
A/N: This is it…the very last chapter! Thank you to @everlarkficexchange - @javistg and @xerxia31 ; the 2 anons ; @sunsetsrmydreams and to all you lovely readers! 😘
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Chapter 7 + Epilogue
Taking it as a reassuring sign we’ve reached our destination, my ears prick up to the sound of engines humming and people shouting at Gale to hurry. I’m further reassured when the terrain changes from dirt and tall grasses to black steel.
This must be our ride.
Gale runs onto the steel ramp just as it begins to close and sets me down onto a cold steel seat a little further into the belly of the craft.
“Peeta!”
I look around frantically to the sound of Katniss’ voice calling out my name and see her on the opposite side trying to free herself from the restraints of her own seat as two armed soldiers on either side try to convince her to stay seated.
“Katniss!” I shout back, awkwardly pulling myself up on my good leg only to feel Gale’s heavy hand on my shoulder pushing me back down.
“Strap yourself in. We’re about to take off,” Gale informs me.
Ooompff. I don’t have time to protest as Katniss pushes Gale out of her way and launches herself at me. I grab her tightly in my arms breathing in her scent as she peppers kisses over every inch of my face.
“My stupid leg…it wouldn’t work—” I try to explain but she continues to kiss me and I can feel the wetness from her tears on my cheeks.
“I thought I lost you,” she chokes between each word.
“Shshsh, I’m here now,” I say in a hushed tone, holding her tightly in my arms, “if Gale hadn’t shown up when he did, I would have missed our ride,” I tell her. “He saved me Katniss,” I say, lifting her chin to look at me. “Gale brought me back to you.”
Katniss lets out a shaky laugh and I flick my eyes to the side to where Gale now sits buckled to his seat, his head lowered. She kisses my lips sweetly before slowly turning to Gale, “Thank you,” she says in an almost whisper but Gale hears it and lifts his head to look at her and nods, a brief smile appearing on his face.
“The star-crossed lovers reunion can wait until we get to District 13,” Haymitch announces and I hadn’t even noticed he was sitting across from me.
“Thirteen?”
“You heard me. Welcome to the revolution lovebirds. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of questions and I’ll explain everything but for now buckle up, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.” We do as he says and Katniss takes the empty seat next to me holding onto my hand tightly.
As the hovercraft begins its assent, I take a moment to look around my surroundings and see most of the seats are filled with people from our district…survivors just like us.
At first estimate, I count in my head at least 200 hundred people. Amongst the small crowd, I’m surprised to see peacekeeper Darius who sits next to his look-a-like, both obviously happy to see the other and the resemblance is unquestionable. Brothers.
Haymitch begins his story by telling us about how he first joined the rebel underground after President Snow killed his family, his contact with District 13 after rebel spies discovered a plot to reap the surviving Victors for the quarter quell and how this planned attack was about freeing Panem from President Snow’s sadistic rule once and for all.
I scan my eyes further along the craft after Haymitch was done talking, hoping to find my own brothers. My breath hitches when I lock onto a small group of people unmistakably Merchant. Madge Undersee is the first person I recognise followed by a shell-shocked Delly Cartwright who has her arm wrapped protectively around her younger brother seated beside her.
But they’re not there.
“They could’ve made it out somehow,” Katniss says hopefully, noticing my gaze.
“Yeah…maybe,” I answer, kissing the top of her head softly. But deep down I know the probability is next to zero.
***
We gawk in amazement as our hovercraft lands safely in District 13. An impenetrable fortress made of concrete and steel strategically built deep underground.
Once the steel ramp of the hovercraft lowers and locks securely, a flurry of uniformed officials welcome us not as refugees but as new soldiers of District 13…a title I’m not sure I like.
We are quickly ushered towards a ‘clearance team’ waiting to check everyone, giving those who need medical attention priority. Hardly considering myself a medical priority, I’m nonetheless placed on a steel gurney and wheeled into a curtained partition of their hospital emergency room and assessed.
Katniss refuses to leave my side the whole time and holds onto my hand tightly insisting she can be checked just fine next to me, a fierce look in her eyes silently warning no one try and challenge her.
To my relief…no one does.
Temporary repairs are made on my prosthetic leg by a robotics technician and even though my gait is somewhat compromised, I’m grateful I can at least walk unaided. I’m to report to someone called Beetee tomorrow morning for further evaluation on my leg with the view of a more advanced replacement and think to myself maybe life here in Thirteen won’t be so bad.
Medically cleared, we are moved on to another team who measure us from head to toe before handing out a parcel each containing a set of clean clothes, shoes according to our size and a package labelled ‘personal hygiene’.
With parcels in hand, compartment allocation is next and my heart starts to sink knowing I’ll have to spend my nights in this place without Katniss.
“There she is!”
We both turn around to see Mrs Everdeen rushing towards us with Katniss’ sister in tow wearing the brightest of smiles. Katniss immediately locks Primrose in a loving embrace, ignoring her mother altogether.
“Gale told us you were here,” her mother says, brushing off her daughter’s cold welcome. “I was so worried Katniss. You shouldn’t have runaway like that,” she adds.
Katniss steps away and reaches her hand out for me to hold, “you gave me sleep syrup to stop me from going back for Peeta.”
“You almost scratched poor Gale’s eye out. It was the only way to calm you,” Mrs Everdeen says in her defence. Katniss doesn’t respond but I can see how much she resented being drugged. A feeling I know only too well.
“I’m glad to see you are safe Peeta,” Mrs Everdeen turns to me and says genuinely, breaking a moment of uncomfortable silence.
Katniss huffs but I smile and thank Mrs Everdeen just as an officer orders us to line up and register our details for allotted compartments.
“There’s no need for my daughter to register, she’s been assigned to the Everdeen family compartment; Katniss Everdeen; Level 32; Room 234a,” Mrs Everdeen informs the District 13 officer.
“No, I’m going to register with Peeta.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mrs Everdeen responds. “Peeta will need to reg—”
Katniss doesn’t wait for her mother to finish her sentence and leads me to the registry desk in the middle of the processing room.
“Name…age…occupation…marital status?” the registry officer asks robotically, not bothering to look up and stares at the small screen on his device waiting to key in my answer.
“Peeta Mellark…17…baker…s—”
“Married.” Katniss answers the last question for me and squeezes my hand. I turn my head, mouth gaped open in surprise but I don’t say anything and play along with the ruse.
The officer raises his head from his device and looks at Katniss, “and you would be..?”
“Katniss Mellark…17…hunter…wife of Peeta Mellark. We’re married…to each other,” she gestures, pointing her finger between the two of us. The officer darts his eyes suspiciously from me to Katniss.
Holding in an anxious breath, I feel Katniss’ grip on my hand tighten but the officer eventually lowers his gaze and types in the information, allowing us to breathe a collective sigh of relief.
I hear a shocked gasp behind us which could only have come from Mrs Everdeen but I don’t dare turn my head to look. Primrose on the other hand, rushes over to hug me first then Katniss and whispers something in her ear causing Katniss to blush.
“That’s not true! She’s too young to be married,” Mrs Everdeen informs the officer who raises his head and huffs in frustration.
“I usually keep my noise out of people’s business but I’ll make an exception in this case,” Haymitch says, appearing out of nowhere accompanied by an older soldier and by the looks of his uniform, he’s someone of high-ranking importance.
“Sweetheart and the boy technically became of age the moment they became Victors.”
Shock covers Mrs Everdeen’s face, “but she’s only been gone for 2 days and Twelve’s traditions state—”
“There is no District 12!” Haymitch exclaims. “What matters is the here and now and if they say they toasted then it’s good enough for me, he announces. “Young love, Lily…have you’ve forgotten what that’s like?”
Mrs Everdeen swallows hard and looks across to Katniss and me as her eyes begin to glisten, “no…I haven’t forgotten.” she replies softly.
“We don’t know what the future holds for any us and these two have been through a lot. They deserve a little happiness…don’t you think?” Haymitch questions. Mrs Everdeen ponders his words before eventually nodding in agreement. “Now what do you say we leave the newlyweds to themselves while we enjoy a hot cup of tea in the dining room,” he suggests.
Mrs Everdeen agrees and before she leaves, insists Katniss accompany her to the medical clinic in the morning and another blush appears on Katniss’ face but she relents.
“Congratulations Mr and Mrs Mellark. Enjoy your honeymoon,” Haymitch says, giving us a sly wink before he and his friend, who introduces himself as General Maximus Jackson, escort Mrs Everdeen and Prim to the dining room.
The sound of someone clearing their throat startles us both, “so…you two married or what?” the frustrated officer asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Married!” Katniss replies without pause.
The officer then looks to me for confirmation, “married,” I tell him swallowing hard and hoping the blush on my own face doesn’t give anything away.
***
Stepping into our compartment, we take a look around and see it adequately furnished with a large bunk bed, a chest of draws; a small closet and an equally small bathroom but it’s nothing to complain about.
We haven’t said a word to each other since we were given our compartment passcode. But the burning question I want to ask Katniss must wait, both of us agreeing to shower before settling in.
Although brief, the warm spray of water felt good on my skin and I quickly changed into the clothes marked ‘bed clothing’ from my parcel. When I slide the bathroom door open, Katniss is sitting on the bunk bed dressed in her District Thirteen issued pyjamas, her hair slightly damp from her shower.
Katniss raises her head to see me looking at her and I’m mesmerised by the beautiful sight before me. “Will you braid my hair Peeta?” she asks softly, offering her hairbrush to me.
My breath hitches as she leans her head back and sighs in contentment when my hands whisper over her neck and sweep the dark mane to trail down her back. I begin to brush her hair, carefully working through the knots and snags caused by our harrowing race for safety. Katniss hums as I continue until the brush moves through smoothly.
I reverently run my fingers through the long locks before dividing them into sections then gently braiding them together. I’m struck by the intimacy of the moment, bringing my question bubbling to the surface.
“Why did you lie to your mother about us being married?”
Katniss straightens her back and turns around looking deep into my eyes, “I didn’t. You baked the bread and I asked you and you agreed…remember?”
With my forehead creased in deep thought it takes only a few seconds to understand what Katniss is saying and there’s no hiding the huge smile forming on my lips, “yes.”
“I know I’m not good with words but it was the same bread you gave me all those years ago and it was perfect,” Katniss says. “You’re not taking it back are you Peeta? You do want me as your wife…don’t you?”
My hands instinctively cup her cheeks, “Katniss Everdeen, a life with you has been my fantasy for as long as I can remember. I’ve dreamt of asking you to toast with me,” I start to explain. “I’ve wanted to say so many things to you, solemnly vow to honour and keep you safe for the rest of my life, then take you in my arms and show you how much I love you,” I say, feeling heat slowly creeping up my neck as the warmth rushes to my groin.
She steps away and I immediately begin to worry I’ve said too much. Katniss searches through the pocket of her father’s hunting jacket hanging over a chair and brings the napkin she grabbed earlier today and unfolds it onto the bunk.
There in front of my eyes is the untouched triangle-shaped piece of toast and I have to wonder how it wasn’t confiscated when we were being checked over.
Katniss smiles, the same blush appearing on her face, “it’s Katniss Mellark now but you can ask me to toast with you again if you want and the answer will be the same,” she tells me. “You can say all those words you’ve dreamt telling me…then when you’re done husband, you can show me how much you love me.”
…and so I do.
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Epilogue
Katniss
My eyes are closed but there’s a sense of comfort and mellowness blossoming inside of me as I take in a deep breath to enjoy the familiar scent I’ve come to love.
In my relaxed state, it takes some effort to force my eyelids to open and when I do, my eyes focus on the edge of the bank as a paddle of ducks swim lazily across my father’s lake.
Gone are the electrified fences. The curfews. The peacekeepers. The fear.
This was the first place I took Peeta to see after the war had ended. So many lives were lost during our fight for freedom but for now, there is peace. So, we rebuilt our towns and our families and we vowed to honour the dead by living well.
As I take in the peaceful surroundings, the smell of freshly baked bread invades my senses and all thoughts of death and destruction is forgotten when I feel a pair of warm, muscled arms wrap around my rather large and protruding stomach.
Bringing a child into this world was something I told myself I would never experience and the idea of new life growing inside of me should seem utterly terrifying. Yet as my hand rests on top of his, waiting for our little one to let us know she’s awake, what I’m feeling right now has nothing to do with fear.
I lean back into his loving embrace and instinctively tilt my head to the side allowing him full access. The moment his lips start to trail kisses down my neck, an enticing shiver courses through my body and I hum my approval with great fervour.
“We don’t have to be afraid anymore,” he whispers softly.
“No, we don’t have to be afraid,” I whisper back, as we stop to watch his favourite colour slowly disappear below the horizon.
The End
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2020 Fic Highlights
Thank you for tagging me, @naryaflame and @ettelene! I’m happy I’ve gotten to know you and your great works in the past year! 😊
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
This has been the first year for me in this fandom as a creator, but I’ve managed to write several fics that I’d like to share with you because we need more Dwarves in our lives :)
Of Buckets and Weddings - Do you feel like being a guest at Dis and Vili’s wedding? If so, you’re more than welcome to join Lady Bersa, a matchmaker extraordinaire! (rating: G, humor, 2,8k words, complete)
Remember - Remember, Brother, that time when you said ‘hi’ to me for the first time? You were so restless back then. I was but a pebble myself, but I remember that evening as if it happened yesterday. (Fili and Kili, rating: G, brotherly love, chose not to use warnings; mention of canon character death, 4,6k words)
The Weeping Willow - “If I will not have you, I will have no other woman as wife.” Those were the words Thorin said one day under your weeping willow, the only witness of your love, of affectionate embraces and stolen kisses. (rating: T, angst, 1,5k words, complete)
How to Kiss a Fairy - What would happen if Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror met a Fairy on his way to Shire? Collab with the amazing @avaria-revallier (rating: G, 38k words, complete)
Springtime at the Lonely Mountain - before Smaug attacks Erebor, young Prince Thorin meets a dwarven maiden from the Iron Hills and this meeting changes their fate forever (rating: E; M/F, romance/adventure, ongoing - over 200k words as of now, chose not to use warnings - see each chapter)
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