Peeta: *Nervous* Katniss, there’s something I need to ask you-

Katniss: Finally! you’re proposing!

Peeta: How did you know?

Katniss: Peeta, love, you dropped the ring five times during dinner

Katniss: I even picked it up once

Cherished Comfort

In the quiet dawn of Victors Village, the stillness of the morning was a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within me. The familiar ache clawed through my abdomen, the sharp reminder of normalcy in a world that had been anything but. As I peeled back the white sheets—a luxury that still felt foreign—I cursed under my breath at the sight of blood.

Peeta, still lost in the remnants of sleep, murmured from beside me, his voice laced with the haze of dreams. I slid out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and made my way to the bathroom. The cold tile was a harsh welcome as I doubled over, clutching the porcelain sink. The groan that escaped me was muffled by the sound of Peeta stirring in the next room.

"Katniss?" His voice was sleepy but edged with concern as he called out. The shifting of the quilt and a quiet thud told me he'd encountered the unexpected stain.

"In here, Peeta," I managed to say, my voice tight with pain.

The sound of him attaching his prosthetic was swift, a testament to his ever-present readiness to aid me. He appeared in the bathroom doorway, worry etching his features. "Katniss, where are you hurt?"

I shook my head as he fumbled with the first aid kit he grabbed from the mirror cabinet. "Peeta, that's not going to help," I said softly, the embarrassment creeping up my neck.

His brow furrowed in confusion. "I... okay. Just tell me what you need."

I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. It was absurd how such a natural process could bring so much discomfort, both physical and emotional. "Peeta, I'm on my monthly period," I finally confessed, the words almost a whisper. "I'm fine, really. I'll clean the sheets in a bit." Even as I said it, I knew there was no need to beat around the bush; he would have learned about this in school, just like I did. "I just need to shower quickly."

His cheeks flushed a soft pink, but his concern didn’t waver. "Of course. But I'll take care of the sheets. Don't worry about it," he said quickly, already moving out of the bathroom to strip the bed. "What else do you need, baby?" Recently, Peeta had started peppering his speech with endearments, a new habit since we began sharing a bed and exchanging chaste kisses after he returned to Twelve. Each time he called me something tender, it sent a warm flush through me, making me blush despite the frequency of his affectionate words. It was a sweet addition to our slowly unfolding intimacy.

"Can you get me some pain relief pills from the downstairs cabinet? And maybe something to eat with it? Nothing big," I requested softly. Holding the sheets, Peeta returned to the bathroom and leaned in close, his baby blue's radiating concern and affection. I found myself lost in their depths, so full of love and care.

"Of course," he murmured. He leaned in to kiss my cheek gently, his touch a soothing balm.

Once he left, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my aching body. When I returned to the bedroom, the sight of fresh sheets and the faint smell of Peeta on his pillow were unexpectedly comforting as I lay down.

He came back with a tray laden with more food than I had asked for: a tall glass of orange juice, thickly sliced bacon, scrambled eggs, and fluffy pancakes stuffed with both blueberries and chocolate chips, drenched in maple syrup and butter. Just the way I liked it. The care he put into every detail was visible, his eyes searching mine for approval or perhaps forgiveness for assuming he could fix everything with food.

"Thank you so much, Peeta. You didn't have to do all this," I said, overwhelmed by his kindness.

"It's the least I could do. I just want to take care of you," he replied, his smile gentle and reassuring. He extended his hand, offering me the pain medication along with the glass of orange juice. I accepted them gratefully.

His presence, the meal, and his unwavering care made the pain recede, if only for a moment. "Help me eat some of this, please?" I asked, returning his smile.

"If you insist," he chuckled, reaching for the bacon and joining me in a quiet breakfast that felt like the most natural thing in the world. Despite the chaos that had once threatened to consume us, this simple domestic scene was a poignant reminder of our survival and the new life we were building together.

As he sat beside me, I couldn't help but think that no matter the trials, having Peeta by my side made everything bearable. He was my anchor, my unexpected gift in a world that had taken so much. I knew then that I would spend every day trying to deserve the love he so freely gave.

Peeta: alright the romance strategy won’t help us in the Quell and besides Katniss and I are just friends so we need to focus and train and prepare our minds to be as sharp and our bodies to be as strong as possible and —

Katniss: 😡 where are my kisses? 😡

Let's Look At Where We Would Be In Panem

I'm doing all 50 states, so let's fucking go. (I'm not doing exact, so if it's only partially in the wilds, I'm not stating that)

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In Any Universe-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: A collection of NON-Panem AU drabbles initially posted to tumblr. Each chapter is a different drabble with the first chapter acting as a table of contents. Ratings vary from K to E, please see chapter 1 for more info.

It's Maggie's Fault!-chele20035 (ao3) Summary: Katniss is baby-sitting her best friend's five year-old so they can catch up on Christmas shopping. While in the toy store they run into a old boyfriend of Katniss'. This is part of the Winter in Panem collection that happened over on Tumblr. Katniss and Peeta along with odesta!daughter

Naked Pictures-endlessnightlock (tumblr) Summary: 150 writing prompts: 89 “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Oblivious-endlessnightlock (tumblr) Summary: "Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?"

Royal Blind Date-muttpeeta (tumblr) Summary: Johanna sets Katniss up on a blind date-for which Katniss is not happy about.

Telling Old Hunger Games Tales-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: “But then, our only neighbor will be Haymitch!” “Ah, that’ll be nice,” says Peeta, tightening his arms around me. “You and me and Haymitch. Very cozy. Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tales.” A collection of canon compliant drabbles and shorter pieces. Chapter 1 serves as a table of contents with descriptions, ratings, and warnings. Ratings will range from General Audiences to Explicit.

This doesn’t hurt, does it?-endlessnightlock (tumblr) Summary: Everlark in Thirteen featuring kidnapped but not hijacked Peeta.

Three Streets Away-endlessnightlock (tumblr) Summary: #32 - text me when you’re home. Giving me modern au vibes of the her phone call / "Katniss, I live three houses away from you."

I’ll probably edit this one*

Just some Everlark fluff

enjoy💝

It’s been almost a month since Peeta came back to 12. We spent that time with each other, it was healing but hard at the same time.

I try to understand my feelings for Peeta. I know I love him, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be in a relationship. How could I think about that when so many people died? I’m ashamed for the way I feel when I see Peeta in his garden, his blonde curls covering his forehead and a little part of his temples. I’m ashamed of how much I love the way his blue eyes flicker whenever I compliment his cheese buns… And now, he’s lying next to me, mouth open, his face squashed against the pillow.

Without even realizing, I put my hand in his hair and play with it. Peeta murmurs something without opening his eyes, so I let myself study the boy with the bread a little longer.

“Katniss, I can feel you staring”, he says, smiling.

“No, I’m not”, I reply, suddenly greeted by the blue eyes I know so well. Peeta raises an eyebrow and I groan:

“So what if I was staring?”

“Nothing, it’s nice. I like when you stare at me.”

His hand wraps around my waist, bringing me closer to the warmth of his body. I could stay like this all day, Peeta’s chin on the top of my head, my fingers tracing circles on his clavicle…

“Hey, who’s Naomi”, I ask.

A few days ago, a blonde girl came to Peeta’s house. She was tall, slim and had the aspect of a healthy person- her cheeks rosy red, her skin a little pale. I can’t say I was jealous when I saw her talking to Peeta, or when Peeta opened the door, smiling at the sight of her, or when she went into his house and spent almost 2 hours there… fine, maybe I was a little jealous, but I’d never admit it to him.

“How do you know…”

“I heard you talking to her last week. I had my window open and yeah… Not like I was spying on you!” I wasn’t completely lying. Naomi’s high pitched voice was what drew my attention.

“Oh, she’s Rye’s wife… was”, Peeta replies, a sad smile on his face, “I try to be nice to her since, you know, she has no one but her baby and her brother in law.”

I feel stupid for asking. How could I believe Peeta would be seeing anyone else? After all we’ve been through, he wouldn’t leave me…would he? We’re not officially together, so he could be seeing someone else and I’d have no right to judge him. The thought of not sleeping next to him and another person feeling the warmth of his strong arms drives me insane.

“Why? Are you jealous?”

I look up to see the blonde boy smirk. It’s better than seeing him sad, but I still roll my eyes:

“Yeah, right”, I blush and try to bury my face in his neck so he won’t notice, but his fingers bring my chin up so that I’m looking into his eyes again.

“Oh, my God, you are! You’re blushing”, he laughs.

I sit up straight and hit him playfully:

“No, I’m not!”

Peeta raises an eyebrow and I can’t help a little smile:

“Shut up.”

“Come here”, he says amused, now sitting up and pulling me into his lap, “It’s adorable when you’re jealous.”

Our faces are so close… too close. I can’t give in, I can’t do this to Peeta, I don’t deserve his love. He saved me so many times and all I did was hurt him.

“No one else ever called me adorable, Peeta”, I barely whisper, closing my eyes, so that I can’t be tempted by him. God knows I can’t keep myself together when he looks at me with those puppy eyes.

“No one else really matters”, he says, his warm breath lingering over my lips, making me lick them without realizing.

“Peeta…”

And it happens. I can’t control myself, my hands around his neck, I bring him even closer to me. It’s the hunger I’ve felt before, the hunger that makes me behave like a selfish animal. And I am selfish for bringing him into this, for not letting him get the life he deserves with a normal girl, not a fucked up 19 year old that’s been through the Games twice and started a revolution… but God, did I miss him on my lips.

“Katniss”, he pulls away, gasping for air. I take the opportunity to look at him again, like I did this morning: his curls are even messier than usual. This satisfies me because it was my hand who did that. His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen, his chest going up and down, trying to get more air. I can’t help but imagine Peeta with nothing on, lying in my bed in the morning. My cheeks must be burning like crazy and I mentally scold myself for thinking about it.

“Did you hear me”, Peeta asks amused, bringing me back to the present moment.

“What?”

“Kiss me again?”

peeta and the rebellion, with even more nuance (:

post continued from @posthungergamessyndrome; their post here

Here is the link to the collection which will go live on May 8th (PT).

So excited to see the works and the community light up with engagement!

Here is the timeline for those interested as a side note!

It is (once again) @fanficallergy's birthday! Which means it's time for the annual "I have written a fic." This year, we go back to our roots with Hunger Games soulmates. And amazingly, it didn't get longer than expected! It's an actual one shot! Woo!

Title: Hope. Determination. Spring.

Summary: Katniss always knew she'd meet her soulmate in the Hunger Games. So she planned for it. She planned for everything. Except for who her soulmate was.

Excerpt:

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please does anybody have fic recs where you see a bunch of hijacked!peeta and katniss hash it out, like they have a bunch of interactions or talk more even if it’s just yelling

before prim dies i mean, or maybe in a canon divergent au

Too Many Beds

welp. I've managed to make some decent writing out of @waywardangel-wilds's blog about reversed tropes lol. This is unbeta-ed and all so here goes nothing! Part 1:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She covers it up with an eyeroll. There.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. Why is he so blunt about this?

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

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

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

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

Tension grows by millimeter with their stare and hitching breaths.

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

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

So she's not convinced with casual talk.

A beat.

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

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

“Fine,”

Blankets rustles on both ends, lamps turn off.

“Goodnight, Peeta…”

“Sweet dreams, Katniss.”

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

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Summary: After dating for nearly six months, Peeta reveals an important secret to Katniss.

Effie: Why is Katniss on the bathroom floor crying?

Haymitch: She’s drunk.

Effie: And?

Haymitch: She heard that Peeta has a girlfriend.

Effie: …but she is Peeta’s girlfriend.

Haymitch: Yeah, we know that.

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