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ouateverlark · 1 year ago
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MAXTON HALL: THE WORLD BETWEEN US 1x06
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"It's okay."
Maxton Hall - The World Between Us
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Maxton Hall: The World Between Us S1 E6 | A Piece of Happiness.
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“It sounds as if you’re trying to say goodbye to me.”
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Maxton Hall - Die Welt zwischen uns (2024)
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ouateverlark · 2 years ago
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PROMPT 2
The Witcher AU: Katniss as Yennefer, Peeta as Gerald…
Anyone interested to write it?
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ouateverlark · 2 years ago
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Thinking of a new story… although I should be working on my other WIPs.
(Based on the movie with the same name)
A police officer (Katniss Everdeen) and a Congressman (Peeta Mellark), discover that their spouses were having an affair prior to being killed in an air disaster.
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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Is there any Everlark AU where Peeta is a mix of Todd and Knox, Finnick is Neil, Haymiy is Professor Keating, Katniss is Chris and Gale is Chet Danbury?
Because If not. Someone should write it …
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“To quote from Whitman: ‘O me! O life! Of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless. Of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?’ Answer. That you are here. That life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”
DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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Here I am with another work of my Everlark Quantico series. Hope you enjoy! And thanks to @jhsgf82 for you suggestions and corrections!
An Encounter (Week 1)
Katniss hates flying; she feels better when her feet are connected to the soil, to the mossy soil of a forest, if she has a say, so she’s drinking to make her flight more tolerable and to take her thoughts off where she’s heading when this plane (hopefully!) lands. There’s another thing, or rather another person that’s piqued her interest also. It’s the passenger sitting across the aisle from her.
Short blond hair, very short.
Bright blue eyes, very blue.
Stocky and medium height. Very broad.
And handsome, very handsome.
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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Feel free to take any available prompt!
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Once Upon a Time… Everlark
PROMPTS - Challenge 2022
1. Submit a prompt, in our ask “ Submit OUAT prompt” We’ll be open for prompt submissions (from April 11th to May 1st)
Prompts and Fics must feature Everlark as a pairing and must based on a book, TV show, movie or myth and they can be canon compliant, canon divergent, or any kind of AU.
2. Choose a prompt from the list and tell us about it (from April 11th to May 1st)
Chosen prompts will be removed from the list so that there will only be one fic/artwork per prompt.
You can keep sending prompts (as much as you want) and choose the one you want to write!
Thanks @little-lynx for the beautiful art to illustrate this challenge!
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Prompt 1 - based on the movie “Belle” (2013)
England XVIII
This movie was inspired by the true story of Dido Elizabeth Belle (Katniss Everdeen), the illegitimate mixed race daughter of Royal Navy Captain Sir John Lindsay (Mr.Everdeen). Raised together with her cousin Elizabeth Murray (Prim) by her aristocratic great-uncle Lord William Murray (Haymitch) , 1st Earl of Mansfield, his wife (Effie), and Belle's lineage affords her certain privileges, yet the color of her skin prevents her from fully participating in the traditions of her social standing. Left to wonder if she will ever find love, Belle falls for an idealistic young vicar's son bent on change (Peeta Mellark), who, with her help, shapes Lord Mansfield's role as Lord Chief Justice to end slavery in England.
[Submitted by @alwayseverlark ]
Prompt 2 - based on the movie “10 Things I Hate About You" (1999)
With Peeta as Patrick Verona and Katniss as Kat Stratford
[Submitted by @lemonluvgirl87 ]
Prompt 2 taken by @jhsgf82
Prompt 3- based on the book “Pride and Prejudice" (by Jane Austen) With a twist: Katniss and Peeta are Jane and Bingley, not Elizabeth and Darcy. [Submitted by@albinokittens300
P3 To be written by @rosegardeninwinter
Prompt 4 - Based on the movie "The Greatest Showman" (2017)
Option 1: Peeta is P.T. Barnum, Hugh Jackman's character (I feel like Peeta would make an excellent showman/ringmaster with his personality). Peeta is a humble baker but dreams of a more exciting life, and he makes promises to his childhood love, Katniss. After they're married Peeta chases his dreams, taking Katniss along with him. (You don't have to follow the plot of the movie exactly. Katniss and Peeta can have marital problems, due to his career and female attention, as long as there's no infidelity by Peeta and it's HEA Everlark).
Option 2: Peeta and Katniss are Phillip Carlylye the playwright and Anne Wheeler the trapeze artist (Zac Efron and Zendaya). He falls hard for her, and she for him, but at the time, it's not socially acceptable for them to be together/his parents don't approve (because of her skin color). Again, you can alter the plot as needed, but HEA Everlark, please.
Bonus for throwing in multiple THG characters as part of the show.[Submitted by @jhsgf82]
Prompt 5 - Based on the movie "Ever After: A Cinderella Story" (1998)
Katniss is Danielle (Cinderella) and Peeta is Prince Henry
[submitted by @jhsgf82]
Prompt 6 - Based on the movie "Moulin Rouge" (2001)
Based on Moulin Rouge but with a HEA for Everlark!
[Submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 8 claimed by @norbertsmom
Prompt 7 - Based on the TV show "Lucifer"
Everlark twist inspired by the show Lucifer!
[Submitted by @heathersaid]
Prompt 7 claimed by @katnissdoesnotfollowback
Prompt 8 - Based on Book/TV Show “Game of Thrones”
Katniss and Peeta as Jamie and Brienne from GoT with an acutal happy ending. Or, if that isn't anyones cuppa, any choice GoT ship with a HEA!
[Submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 9 - Based on TV Show “Gran Hotel”
Gran Hotel was a Spanish drama/murder mystery about a family-owned hotel in the fictional coastal Spanish town of Cantaloa in 1905. This show is extremely dramatic and highly unrealistic at times with a lot of subplots, but the main story has to do with the characters of Julio, a guy who comes to the hotel and gets a job as a waiter but actually just wants to investigate his sister's disappearance (who previously worked as a maid there), and Alicia, the owner's unhappy daughter who's father somewhat recently passed away and who has to get married to a suitor her mother picked for her. They meet, fall in love and start an affair while she becomes the only person who will help him discover the truth about his sister's disappearance, while he helps her find out the real reason behind her father's death. I think this could work really well with everlark, but especially if the roles are reversed (not completely) - Julio has sort of a love at first sight moment and he is more open about his feelings, but then he's a different class compared to Alicia and then the only reason he came there is his sister, while Alicia is the youngest of three (if I remember correctly), slightly rebellious and also has a very controlling and borderline abusive mother. I feel like it would match better if they switched + there is the character Ayala, a detective that helps them with solving the murders, who I just think would be the perfect Haymitch. Anyway, I know it's unlikely anyone has seen it, but maybe someone will get inspired to write something similar.
[Submitsted by anonymous]
Prompt 9 taken by @alwayseverlark
Prompt 10 - Based on TV show “New Girl”
Based on New Girl but with Peeta as Jess and Katniss as Nick.
Also I think it would be interesting if the roles of Schmidt, Winston and Coach would be given to Johanna, Madge and Annie/Delly.
[Submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 10 taken by @lemonluvgirl87
Prompt 11 - Based on Movie “A League of Their Own”
with Katniss as Dottie, Prim as Kit, Haymitch as Jimmy and Peeta as Bob. A chance to expand on the Dottie & Bob (ahem Katniss and Peeta) relationship through letter writing. Baseball hijinks. The joys of figuring out who to cast as the other players on the team. ⚾️🏟🧢💕
[submitted by @katnissdoesnotfollowback ]
Prompt taken by @jhsgf82
Prompt 12 - Based on movies “Fast and Furios”
How about a story based on the Fast and the Furious series? It can be any of the characters and can be in any place in the world.
Peeta and Katniss both love fast cars. Family is the most important thing in life
[submitted by @dandelionlovesyou ]
P12 To be written by @jlalafics
Prompt 13: based on the myth “The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl”
A popular Chinese myth referenced to be the Chinese version of Valentine's day.
A young cowherd named Niulang (Chinese: 牛郎; pinyin: niú láng; literally "[the] cowherd"), came across seven fairy sisters bathing in a lake. Encouraged by his mischievous companion the ox, he stole their clothes and waited to see what would happen. The fairy sisters elected the youngest and most beautiful sister Zhinü (simplified Chinese: 织女; traditional Chinese: 織女; pinyin: zhī nǚ; literally "[the] weaver girl", the star Vega) to retrieve their clothing. She agreed to do so, but since Niulang had seen her naked, she agreed to his request for marriage. She proved to be a wonderful wife, and Niulang to be a good husband. They lived happily and had two children. But the Goddess of Heaven (or in some versions, Zhinü's mother) found out that Zhinü, a fairy girl, had married a mere mortal. The Goddess was furious and ordered Zhinü to return to heaven. (Alternatively, the Goddess forced the fairy back to her former duty of weaving colorful clouds, a task she neglected while living on earth with a mortal.) On Earth, Niulang was very upset that his wife had disappeared. Suddenly, his ox began to talk, telling him that if he killed it and put on its hide, he would be able to go up to Heaven to find his wife. Crying bitterly, he killed the ox, put on the skin, and carried his two beloved children off to Heaven to find Zhinü. The Goddess discovered this and was very angry. Taking out her hairpin, the Goddess scratched a wide river in the sky to separate the two lovers forever, thus forming the Milky Way between Altair and Vega.
Zhinü must sit forever on one side of the river, sadly weaving on her loom, while Niulang watches her from afar and takes care of their two children (his flanking stars β and γ Aquilae or by their Chinese names Hè Gu 1 and Hè Gu 3).
But once a year all the magpies in the world would take pity on them and fly up into heaven to form a bridge (鵲橋, "the bridge of magpies", Que Qiao) over the star Deneb in the Cygnus constellation so the lovers may be together for a single night, which is the seventh night of the seventh moon.
[submitted by @dandelionlovesyou ]
Prompt 14 - Based on the movie “The Mountain Between Us”
In the face of an incoming blizzard, while stuck in Salt Lake City International Airport, perfect strangers, free-spirited photojournalist, Alex Martin (Katniss Everdeen) and straight-laced brain surgeon, Dr Ben Bass (Peeta Mellark), charter a small plane to reach Denver. Instead, they find themselves injured, freezing, and stranded in a snow-covered ridge in the heart of the unforgiving High Uintas Wilderness, along with the pilot's golden retriever. Now, the lucky but utterly unprepared survivors have to brave the elements and work together to stand a fighting chance to live. However, amid cruel dilemmas, and when all hope seems lost, how do you trust someone you have just met?
They end up falling in love, but Ben (P) knows he can't be with Alex (K) since she reunites with her fiancee (Gale). Alex (K) misses Ben (P) and realizes she still loves him. They meet up again in New York City and give in to their feelings for each other.
Katniss as Alex and Peeta as Ben, but Peeta is the photographer and Katniss the Doctor…
[submitted by @alwayseverlark ]
Prompt 15 - Based on the TV show "Pushing Daisies"
Ned the pie-maker possesses a rare gift -- the ability to restore life to the dead -- with a touch. He puts his power to good use, helping an investigator solve murders by reviving the victim and asking the deceased to name the killer. Complications arise when Ned brings his childhood sweetheart, Chuck, back from the dead with the intention of keeping her alive. There's just one snag: If Ned ever touches Chuck again, she goes back to being dead, for keeps.
[submitted by @heathersaid]
Prompt 16 - Based on movie "Tangled"
But Peeta is Rapunzel
[submitted by anonimous]
Prompt 16 to be written by @albinokittens300
Prompt 17 - Based on TV Show "Friends"
OPTION 1: Friends the tv show everlark (Katniss and Gale as Ross and Monica as they are most like siblings) and Peeta as Chandler (best friends with Gale) and Madge as Rachel, Phoebe as Johanna
[submitted by anonimous]
OPTION2: Loosely based on “Friends” tv show, roommates, living across from each other, range of relationships from pining to hookups to dating. Maybe Katniss, like Rachel character, moves in after leaving fiancé?
[submitted by @567inpanem]
Prompt 18 - Based on the movie "The Notebook"
The Notebook movie, but with Peeta being the one suffering memory loss (from tracker jacker or Alzheimer up to you) and Katniss telling him their story (canon or alternate universe).
[submitted by @567inpanem]
Prompt 19 - Based on a song by Bruce Springsteen or Taylor Swift
either based on Bruce Springsteen’s The River or choose a Taylor Swift song for inspiration.
[submitted by @567inpanem]
Prompt 20 - based on the music video 'Sleep On the Floor' by the Lumineers
The video starts out at the funeral of a young woman's father, with people offering her condolences. Her friend/boyfriend, before leaving, whispers to her 'If you don't leave now, you may never make it out'. He leaves, she hesitates then follows him to a taxi. They wind up buying an old used car and taking a road trip to escape everything together. The pair experiences everything from getting lost, to fighting and resolving conflict, and they fall deeper in love. At the end, they get married on a whim. (We can ignore the part where she actually imagined the whole thing, for the HEA).
[submitter by @heathersaid ]
Prompt 21 - Based on “Arthurian” Legends.
Author’s choice on who is Arthur, Guinevere, Lancelot etc. pick a version that already exists and give it your own twist, or start from scratch to create your own take on the legends.
[submitted by @katnissdoesnotfollowback ]
Prompt 22 - Inspired by the Alfred Hitchcock film, “How to Catch a Thief”
A retired jewel thief sets out to prove his innocence after being suspected of returning to his former occupation.
[submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 23 - Based on book/movie “Much Ado About Nothing”
Benedict!Peeta and Beatrice!Katniss
[submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 24 - Based on movie “Great Expectations” (1998)
Based on Charles Dickens' timeless tale, this is a story of the love of a man for an unreachable woman. Updated to modern-day New York City, the story concerns a man of modest background who falls in love with a rich girl. But when a mysterious benefactor greenlights the man to make his dreams come true, everything done has the ultimate goal of making Estella fall in love with him.
[submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 25 - Based on the movies “Puff the Magic Dragon” and “Game of Thrones”
Fairytale blend of Puff the Magic Dragon with Game of Thrones. Puff lives “by the sea” = at her father’s lake but Katniss stops going to play after mine accident, returns to find Puff years later, becomes Daenerys-like force in Hungers Game universe?
[submitted by @567inpanem ]
Prompt 26 - Based on the TV Show “Ted Lasso”
Ted Lasso crossover, where Peeta is on his last leg as the aging captain of the Panem Football Club, and Katniss is the team's new PR consultant.
[submitted and claimed by @absnow ]
Prompt 27 - Based on “The Holidate”
Katniss as Sloane and Peeta as Jackson.
[Submitted by @jhsgf82 ]
Prompt 28 - Based on the TV show “Dark”
with Peeta as Jonas and Katniss as Marta
[Submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 29 - Based on “Once Upon a Time”
Either as Charming and Snow or Captain Swan (could be role reversal, but it doesn't have to be - it's on the author to decide).
[Submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 30 - Based on movie “Pocahontas”
Pocahontas with the language barrier but they don't use magic to understand each other but actually get to know each other's language.
[Submitted by anonymous]
Claimed by @little-lynx
Prompt 31 - Inspired by the song 'tis the damn season by taylor swift’
[Submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 32 - Based on TV Show “Fleabag”
basically just the hot priest (peeta) plotline from season two but hea!
[Submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 33 - Prompt based on the song "Ride like the wind" by Christopher Cross.
Peeta and Katniss running from D12 because whatever reason the writer has.
[Submitted by anonymous]
Claimed by @pitualba2015
Prompt 34 - Prompt based on the movie "Two night stand"
Katniss as Megan Peeta as Alec
[Submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 34 - Prompt based on movie "Anastasia"
[Submitted by anonymous]
Prompt 35 - Prompt based on the movie "While You Were Sleeping" (1995)
A lonely girl who lives with her pretty little pet cat, is single, has no siblings & has parents who've passed away. Things change for Her on Christmas Day when she saves her crush from the train tracks onto which he's fallen . At the hospital , Her crush is in a coma & she's mistaken as his fiancee
[submitted by @pitualba2015]
Claimed by @alliswell21
Prompt 36 - Inspired by the reality TV franchise “90 Day Fiancé”
[Submitted by anonymous]
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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So, I recently watched Purple Hearts and really enjoyed it, and a few of us wanted to Everlark it. @daydreamsandcaffeine, @absnow​
@absnow, you had some ideas for this fic but no time, and you gave the green light on this one. So anyway, I got inspired today and quickly wrote up the scene where they meet. I can’t say if/when I’ll continue, but I hope you enjoy. Tossing the Darius/Rue pairing in there was just a last minute impulse. And yes, due to a couple pieces of dialogue I put in, I will have to change something later on.    
The Meeting 
“Alright, sweetheart, one set,” drawls Haymitch, giving her a rare smile. “Go for it.” 
Katniss smiles back and rushes giddily off to get Delly and the boys. 
Once they’re set up, Katniss whips her braid over her shoulder and warms up her vocal chords with a cover of “Sweet Caroline.” Her voice starts off quiet, but after a few encouraging cheers from the audience, it builds. Midway through the song, her confidence is soaring on wings, and she’s belting out the lyrics back to back with her guitarist, Delly Cartwright. The crowd in the bar is clapping to the beat and singing along with the chorus. 
She finishes strong and makes it part way through “Feel It Still.” She’s in the middle of singing ‘I’m a rebel just for kicks now’ when her vision begins to blur. The room starts to spin and darken, and her ears are buzzing. 
“Kat!” she hears Delly call out just prior to feeling her arms wrap around her. Supporting her, Delly leads Katniss off the stage. 
“Hey,” she says gently, looking into her eyes. “You okay?”  
Katniss takes a shaky breath. “Y-yeah.” 
Delly presses her lips together. “Why don’t you go take a breather and take your insulin.” 
“O-okay.” 
Delly releases her slowly and holds out her arms, just in case, as if she’s sending her off to walk for the first time, and Katniss goes for her purse. She makes her way outside to take her injection. 
Katniss stares down at the bottle, noticing that it’s nearly empty. “Shit.” She sighs. Only two more doses. She’ll have to hit up the pharmacy first thing tomorrow. She hopes to God she can get a refill. 
When she goes back inside, Katniss catches sight of Delly, who immediately heads over. 
“You alright?” Delly places a hand on her shoulder. 
“Great,” says Katniss, faking a smile. 
“Do you want to sit this one out?” Delly asks. 
“No. Let’s do this.” 
As Katniss finishes an old favorite song of hers, “The Valley Song,” she notices a raucous group of guys off in the corner; they’re applauding, cheering, and whooping loudly, and it brings the briefest of smiles.
“Well, back to work,” says Katniss to herself, heading over to the bar. She notices Delly is taking the guys’ drink order, even though they’re in her section. Probably trying to help her out, which is unnecessary. She decides to go and take over. 
When she gets closer to the group, Katniss notes that the one in the middle looks familiar, very familiar. It couldn’t be… 
It is. 
A smile spreads across her face. She hasn’t seen this boy in quite some time. No, not a boy anymore. He’s a man now. 
“Darius?” For the most part, he looks the same, only he’s taller now, more muscular, and his once thick head of red hair is buzzed short. 
He sees her, and his mouth drops open. “Katniss?!”   
Smiling, she makes her way over to him and throws her arms out. He catches her around the waist and spins her, grinning and laughing.  
“It’s been too long,” he exclaims, setting her on her feet. Then he turns to his buddies and motions between them and Katniss. “Can you believe this girl was my babysitter?!” 
“Okay, now you’re just making me feel old.” Katniss ruffles his barely-there ginger hair‒it’s so fuzzy and soft.  
“Nah, Kat, you were the youngest, prettiest babysitter ever, and I think you’ve only gotten more beautiful.” 
“You flatterer.” She gives his still-slightly-chubby cheek a playful smack.  
Darius chuckles. “You know, I had a major crush on you back then.” 
The group of guys reacts to this, a combination of oohs and laughter.  
Katniss’s gaze then flickers across the group of men, her eyes landing on a stocky blond off to the right; he’s flashing her a pearly smile, and he’s got the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. 
She snaps her eyes away and looks back at Darius. “I had a feeling.” She smirks, ignoring the pair of blue eyes trained on her. 
“Really?” Darius laughs. “Oh man, I’ll bet I was so subtle.” 
The other guys laugh, too, and the blond guy with the blue eyes pats him on the shoulder. 
“I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world,” Darius goes on to say. Katniss flushes lightly. “‘Course, I can’t say that anymore, since I’m engaged, but you still come in second.”
The other guys holler and cheer. 
“You’re engaged?” Katniss’s eyes widen with delight. “Who’s the lucky girl?” 
“Oh,” Darius’s cheeks go bright red. “Rue is her name. She’s great. I’m so lucky. Well, actually, we’re not engaged yet, but I have the ring, and I think she’ll say yes… I’m hopeful, anyway.” 
“She’s gonna say yes, for sure,” says the blond guy, and a copper-haired guy gives Darius a shoulder squeeze and chimes in with a ‘definitely.’ One of the other guys starts talking about those great benefits military spouses get. 
Darius laughs, and he’s wearing that boyish grin of his that’s never changed. “So, uh, these are the guys from my unit,” he tells her.
“Hi.” Katniss holds up a hand in a static wave, and the guys give her an enthusiastic group greeting. 
“So, what can I get you boys?” They’re amused by her calling them boys, and the tall, dark-haired one in the back is quick to correct her, saying they’re ‘men,’ not boys. “Alright, men, what’ll it be?” 
They give her their orders; most of them want beer (and she’s pretty sure she’s gonna have to card at least one or two of them); the guy in the back wants a whiskey sour, and oddly enough, Blue Eyes wants sugarless tea. 
“Oh, my kinda guy,” she flirts, though she doesn’t know why. The handsome blond just grins.
She leaves to get their drinks. When she returns, she overhears Delly telling them that Katniss just loves military men. That gets them pretty excited.  
For crying out loud, Dells.
Katniss shoots her a glare‒she hates when her friend tries to fix her up‒and Delly quickly changes her story. “Actually, I was just kidding. Katniss has a strict no soldiers policy.” 
“But we’re Marines!” one of them shouts out. 
They all stare at her expectantly, as if they want her to up and choose one of them right now like this is the military version of The Bachelorette‒a show she doesn’t watch but hears waay too much about from her little sister, Prim. 
Katniss shakes her head. “Sorry.” And she starts handing them their drinks off the tray. 
“Come on, baby,” the one in the back, who definitely gives her the strongest asshole vibe, cajoles with full-on pouty lips. 
“No,” she says flatly. 
His pout fades away into a grimace. “Oh, I see, so we’re good enough to fight for your ass but not allowed to touch it.”
“Excuse me?” 
“Oh, you’re excused. This time,” the dick says. 
Katniss glares at him a moment, then spins on her heel to leave. As she’s speed-walking off, empty tray knocking against her thigh, she hears the guys talking.  
“What the hell is your problem?” one of them says. “I’m gonna go talk to her.”  
Another one replies, “Good luck. Behave yourself, baby boy. Don’t do what he did.” 
Katniss is leaning against the bar, waiting for Haymitch to bring back the drinks for one of her tables, when she sees Blondie approaching. She exhales heavily and stares out straight ahead, ignoring him. 
“Hey,” he says, leaning against the bar a couple feet away from her.  
“Hey,” she deadpans, resting her cheek in her hand, glimpsing him out of the corner of her eye. 
“You know, I think Darius was wrong.” 
“What?” She turns slightly to look at him. 
“About you being the second prettiest girl,” he says. “I’ve seen his girlfriend, and while she’s super cute, you’ve definitely got her beat.” 
“Oh? Well, I’m sure D would just love to hear that. Why don’t you go say that to him?” She waves him off with a hand. 
“Look,” the guy sighs, “I really just came over here to apologize. Marvel can be a real asshole sometimes, but we’re not all like him.” 
“His name is Marvel?” She rolls her eyes, then turns to face Blondie, one hand on her hip. “Well, your friend, Marvel, was just talking about his right to touch my ass, and apparently you also think you’re entitled to do so.” 
“That’s not what this is,” he defends. 
“Oh? Then what is it?” 
He sighs again. “We meant no harm; we’re just here blowing off some steam. It’s our last night on leave, and we ship out to Iraq in two weeks, so we’re a little geared up.” 
“Yeah, well, that’s really no excuse for casual misogyny.” 
He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it. “You’re right, it’s not. But I’m hoping you’ll let that go. When guys get together in a group we can get pretty stupid.” 
“I’ll say.” She huffs. “We done here?” 
“Not yet. We haven’t even been properly introduced. I’m Peeta.” He sticks out his hand. When she doesn’t take it, only stares down at it, he slaps it against the side of his jeans. “And you are?” He raises his brow. 
“Your waitress/bartender,” she dismisses. “Excuse me.” She moves past him, but he jogs backwards until he’s blocking her path, and suddenly, she’s staring at a wall of broad chest draped in a snug-fitting green tee.  
Katniss stops short and scowls at him. “Look, let’s get this out of the way right now. I’m not interested in you.” 
“Why not? Because of what my friend said?” 
“No, because I know your type.” 
“What’s my type?” Peeta persists. 
“Well, let’s see… You’re cute and all too aware of it. You’ve got those boy-next-door good looks, and you’re a soldier, so you probably have the girls lined up. You were probably super popular in high school, too. Prom king? Captain of the football team‒?” 
“Wrestling team, actually,” he interjects. 
“Same thing.” 
“Not actually.” 
Katniss raises her eyes to the ceiling and huffs. “Anyway,” she rolls her eyes, “you’re nice enough; you compliment women and hold doors for them, and you’re able to charm your way into the pants of most women you meet.”  
“You’re being extremely complimentary of a guy you’re shooting down, you know?” 
“Oh, you think I’m paying you compliments?” she snarks. 
“Sounds like it,” he snarks right back.
He clears his throat. “I know your type, too, you know,” he adds after a moment.  
“Oh, do you?” 
“Yep. You’re strong and stubborn. Closed-off. You hate macho, asshole guys‒” 
“Who doesn’t?” she cuts in.  
“But the nice guys don’t stand a chance, either,” he continues. “Because you keep most people at arms’ length.” 
Katniss scoffs. 
“Am I close?” 
She folds her arms and looks away, and he keeps going.
“You don’t date soldiers because you don’t agree with what we’re out there doing. You’re a pacifist, aren’t you?” 
“Actually, I’m quite deadly with a bow. And my best friend enjoys making homemade explosive devices in his garage.” 
Peeta gapes, and she smirks satisfactorily at shutting his mouth. “That’s not funny,” he says. 
For a moment, at least. 
“There’s nothing wrong with pacifism, but there comes a point when it no longer works. You can complain about the government and Tweet about people’s rights all you want, but that doesn’t change what’s going on in the world, or how serious the situation we’re in really is.” 
Katniss scoffs. “Ugh, do you have a Ph.D. in mansplaining?” 
“Sorry, but am I wrong? Sometimes you have to stand up and fight, you know. Turn around and face what wants you dead.”  
Fed up, Katniss turns her back on him. 
“Hey, you have a tattoo on your lower back. Peace dove?” 
She turns around to glare at him over her shoulder. He’s smirking at her. “Actually, it’s on my ass, which you can’t touch, but you can kiss.” 
*** (this happens later on) 
“Let’s get matching tattoos or something to seal our…marriage.” 
“Peace doves?” he teases. 
Katniss smirks. “Actually, I was thinking dandelions. They symbolize rebirth, abundant strength and power. Also, hope.”  
Peeta smiles. “I like that. Let’s do it.” 
“Where’d you get yours?” he asks. 
“Wait and see.” She grins back at him. 
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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Scandal AU:
Peeta as Fitz (because let’s assume it, he’s a goner) and Katniss as Olivia (because she’s a gladiator, stubborn and brave , and would do anything for the people she loves)
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Forbidden love, longing …
Who’s going to write this for me? 😍
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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Purple Hearts Ficlet
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So, I recently watched Purple Hearts and really enjoyed it, and a few of us wanted to Everlark it. @daydreamsandcaffeine, @absnow​
@absnow, you had some ideas for this fic but no time, and you gave the green light on this one. So anyway, I got inspired today and quickly wrote up the scene where they meet. I can’t say if/when I’ll continue, but I hope you enjoy. Tossing the Darius/Rue pairing in there was just a last minute impulse. And yes, due to a couple pieces of dialogue I put in, I will have to change something later on.    
The Meeting 
“Alright, sweetheart, one set,” drawls Haymitch, giving her a rare smile. “Go for it.” 
Katniss smiles back and rushes giddily off to get Delly and the boys. 
Once they’re set up, Katniss whips her braid over her shoulder and warms up her vocal chords with a cover of “Sweet Caroline.” Her voice starts off quiet, but after a few encouraging cheers from the audience, it builds. Midway through the song, her confidence is soaring on wings, and she’s belting out the lyrics back to back with her guitarist, Delly Cartwright. The crowd in the bar is clapping to the beat and singing along with the chorus. 
She finishes strong and makes it part way through “Feel It Still.” She’s in the middle of singing ‘I’m a rebel just for kicks now’ when her vision begins to blur. The room starts to spin and darken, and her ears are buzzing. 
“Kat!” she hears Delly call out just prior to feeling her arms wrap around her. Supporting her, Delly leads Katniss off the stage. 
“Hey,” she says gently, looking into her eyes. “You okay?”  
Katniss takes a shaky breath. “Y-yeah.” 
Delly presses her lips together. “Why don’t you go take a breather and take your insulin.” 
“O-okay.” 
Delly releases her slowly and holds out her arms, just in case, as if she’s sending her off to walk for the first time, and Katniss goes for her purse. She makes her way outside to take her injection. 
Katniss stares down at the bottle, noticing that it’s nearly empty. “Shit.” She sighs. Only two more doses. She’ll have to hit up the pharmacy first thing tomorrow. She hopes to God she can get a refill. 
When she goes back inside, Katniss catches sight of Delly, who immediately heads over. 
“You alright?” Delly places a hand on her shoulder. 
“Great,” says Katniss, faking a smile. 
“Do you want to sit this one out?” Delly asks. 
“No. Let’s do this.” 
As Katniss finishes an old favorite song of hers, “The Valley Song,” she notices a raucous group of guys off in the corner; they’re applauding, cheering, and whooping loudly, and it brings the briefest of smiles.
“Well, back to work,” says Katniss to herself, heading over to the bar. She notices Delly is taking the guys’ drink order, even though they’re in her section. Probably trying to help her out, which is unnecessary. She decides to go and take over. 
When she gets closer to the group, Katniss notes that the one in the middle looks familiar, very familiar. It couldn’t be… 
It is. 
A smile spreads across her face. She hasn’t seen this boy in quite some time. No, not a boy anymore. He’s a man now. 
“Darius?” For the most part, he looks the same, only he’s taller now, more muscular, and his once thick head of red hair is buzzed short. 
He sees her, and his mouth drops open. “Katniss?!”   
Smiling, she makes her way over to him and throws her arms out. He catches her around the waist and spins her, grinning and laughing.  
“It’s been too long,” he exclaims, setting her on her feet. Then he turns to his buddies and motions between them and Katniss. “Can you believe this girl was my babysitter?!” 
“Okay, now you’re just making me feel old.” Katniss ruffles his barely-there ginger hair‒it’s so fuzzy and soft.  
“Nah, Kat, you were the youngest, prettiest babysitter ever, and I think you’ve only gotten more beautiful.” 
“You flatterer.” She gives his still-slightly-chubby cheek a playful smack.  
Darius chuckles. “You know, I had a major crush on you back then.” 
The group of guys reacts to this, a combination of oohs and laughter.  
Katniss’s gaze then flickers across the group of men, her eyes landing on a stocky blond off to the right; he’s flashing her a pearly smile, and he’s got the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. 
She snaps her eyes away and looks back at Darius. “I had a feeling.” She smirks, ignoring the pair of blue eyes trained on her. 
“Really?” Darius laughs. “Oh man, I’ll bet I was so subtle.” 
The other guys laugh, too, and the blond guy with the blue eyes pats him on the shoulder. 
“I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world,” Darius goes on to say. Katniss flushes lightly. “‘Course, I can’t say that anymore, since I’m engaged, but you still come in second.”
The other guys holler and cheer. 
“You’re engaged?” Katniss’s eyes widen with delight. “Who’s the lucky girl?” 
“Oh,” Darius’s cheeks go bright red. “Rue is her name. She’s great. I’m so lucky. Well, actually, we’re not engaged yet, but I have the ring, and I think she’ll say yes… I’m hopeful, anyway.” 
“She’s gonna say yes, for sure,” says the blond guy, and a copper-haired guy gives Darius a shoulder squeeze and chimes in with a ‘definitely.’ One of the other guys starts talking about those great benefits military spouses get. 
Darius laughs, and he’s wearing that boyish grin of his that’s never changed. “So, uh, these are the guys from my unit,” he tells her.
“Hi.” Katniss holds up a hand in a static wave, and the guys give her an enthusiastic group greeting. 
“So, what can I get you boys?” They’re amused by her calling them boys, and the tall, dark-haired one in the back is quick to correct her, saying they’re ‘men,’ not boys. “Alright, men, what’ll it be?” 
They give her their orders; most of them want beer (and she’s pretty sure she’s gonna have to card at least one or two of them); the guy in the back wants a whiskey sour, and oddly enough, Blue Eyes wants sugarless tea. 
“Oh, my kinda guy,” she flirts, though she doesn’t know why. The handsome blond just grins.
She leaves to get their drinks. When she returns, she overhears Delly telling them that Katniss just loves military men. That gets them pretty excited.  
For crying out loud, Dells.
Katniss shoots her a glare‒she hates when her friend tries to fix her up‒and Delly quickly changes her story. “Actually, I was just kidding. Katniss has a strict no soldiers policy.” 
“But we’re Marines!” one of them shouts out. 
They all stare at her expectantly, as if they want her to up and choose one of them right now like this is the military version of The Bachelorette‒a show she doesn’t watch but hears waay too much about from her little sister, Prim. 
Katniss shakes her head. “Sorry.” And she starts handing them their drinks off the tray. 
“Come on, baby,” the one in the back, who definitely gives her the strongest asshole vibe, cajoles with full-on pouty lips. 
“No,” she says flatly. 
His pout fades away into a grimace. “Oh, I see, so we’re good enough to fight for your ass but not allowed to touch it.”
“Excuse me?” 
“Oh, you’re excused. This time,” the dick says. 
Katniss glares at him a moment, then spins on her heel to leave. As she’s speed-walking off, empty tray knocking against her thigh, she hears the guys talking.  
“What the hell is your problem?” one of them says. “I’m gonna go talk to her.”  
Another one replies, “Good luck. Behave yourself, baby boy. Don’t do what he did.” 
Katniss is leaning against the bar, waiting for Haymitch to bring back the drinks for one of her tables, when she sees Blondie approaching. She exhales heavily and stares out straight ahead, ignoring him. 
“Hey,” he says, leaning against the bar a couple feet away from her.  
“Hey,” she deadpans, resting her cheek in her hand, glimpsing him out of the corner of her eye. 
“You know, I think Darius was wrong.” 
“What?” She turns slightly to look at him. 
“About you being the second prettiest girl,” he says. “I’ve seen his girlfriend, and while she’s super cute, you’ve definitely got her beat.” 
“Oh? Well, I’m sure D would just love to hear that. Why don’t you go say that to him?” She waves him off with a hand. 
“Look,” the guy sighs, “I really just came over here to apologize. Marvel can be a real asshole sometimes, but we’re not all like him.” 
“His name is Marvel?” She rolls her eyes, then turns to face Blondie, one hand on her hip. “Well, your friend, Marvel, was just talking about his right to touch my ass, and apparently you also think you’re entitled to do so.” 
“That’s not what this is,��� he defends. 
“Oh? Then what is it?” 
He sighs again. “We meant no harm; we’re just here blowing off some steam. It’s our last night on leave, and we ship out to Iraq in two weeks, so we’re a little geared up.” 
“Yeah, well, that’s really no excuse for casual misogyny.” 
He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it. “You’re right, it’s not. But I’m hoping you’ll let that go. When guys get together in a group we can get pretty stupid.” 
“I’ll say.” She huffs. “We done here?” 
“Not yet. We haven’t even been properly introduced. I’m Peeta.” He sticks out his hand. When she doesn’t take it, only stares down at it, he slaps it against the side of his jeans. “And you are?” He raises his brow. 
“Your waitress/bartender,” she dismisses. “Excuse me.” She moves past him, but he jogs backwards until he’s blocking her path, and suddenly, she’s staring at a wall of broad chest draped in a snug-fitting green tee.  
Katniss stops short and scowls at him. “Look, let’s get this out of the way right now. I’m not interested in you.” 
“Why not? Because of what my friend said?” 
“No, because I know your type.” 
“What’s my type?” Peeta persists. 
“Well, let’s see… You’re cute and all too aware of it. You’ve got those boy-next-door good looks, and you’re a soldier, so you probably have the girls lined up. You were probably super popular in high school, too. Prom king? Captain of the football team‒?” 
“Wrestling team, actually,” he interjects. 
“Same thing.” 
“Not actually.” 
Katniss raises her eyes to the ceiling and huffs. “Anyway,” she rolls her eyes, “you’re nice enough; you compliment women and hold doors for them, and you’re able to charm your way into the pants of most women you meet.”  
“You’re being extremely complimentary of a guy you’re shooting down, you know?” 
“Oh, you think I’m paying you compliments?” she snarks. 
“Sounds like it,” he snarks right back.
He clears his throat. “I know your type, too, you know,” he adds after a moment.  
“Oh, do you?” 
“Yep. You’re strong and stubborn. Closed-off. You hate macho, asshole guys‒” 
“Who doesn’t?” she cuts in.  
“But the nice guys don’t stand a chance, either,” he continues. “Because you keep most people at arms’ length.” 
Katniss scoffs. 
“Am I close?” 
She folds her arms and looks away, and he keeps going.
“You don’t date soldiers because you don’t agree with what we’re out there doing. You’re a pacifist, aren’t you?” 
“Actually, I’m quite deadly with a bow. And my best friend enjoys making homemade explosive devices in his garage.” 
Peeta gapes, and she smirks satisfactorily at shutting his mouth. “That’s not funny,” he says. 
For a moment, at least. 
“There’s nothing wrong with pacifism, but there comes a point when it no longer works. You can complain about the government and Tweet about people’s rights all you want, but that doesn’t change what’s going on in the world, or how serious the situation we’re in really is.” 
Katniss scoffs. “Ugh, do you have a Ph.D. in mansplaining?” 
“Sorry, but am I wrong? Sometimes you have to stand up and fight, you know. Turn around and face what wants you dead.”  
Fed up, Katniss turns her back on him. 
“Hey, you have a tattoo on your lower back. Peace dove?” 
She turns around to glare at him over her shoulder. He’s smirking at her. “Actually, it’s on my ass, which you can’t touch, but you can kiss.” 
*** (this happens later on) 
“Let’s get matching tattoos or something to seal our…marriage.” 
“Peace doves?” he teases. 
Katniss smirks. “Actually, I was thinking dandelions. They symbolize rebirth, abundant strength and power. Also, hope.”  
Peeta smiles. “I like that. Let’s do it.” 
“Where’d you get yours?” he asks. 
“Wait and see.” She grins back at him. 
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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The wait was worthy!!! Thanks @rosegardeninwinter for participating ! Take a look at the @promptseverlark blog if you want to take one any time 😄
A/N: an actual month late 🫢 here is Prompt 3! Katniss and Peeta as Jane Bennet and Charles Bingley: enjoy!
In the small, sunlit drawing room of the Everdeen home, the eldest Everdeen daughter sits in the window seat with her legs neatly tucked to her side under a pale cream muslin, and her right hand holding an old letter, a long-dried wisteria blossom pressed in its parchment leaves.
It is silly, she thinks, looking down at the letter. Masochistic. A glutton for punishment looking at and rereading Peeta's sister's letter over and over, describing their departure last spring and her hopes of reacquainting with their old friends, the Cartwrights.
Why had Peeta—he’d given her leave to call him by his Christian name, though she’d only been able to do so in her mind—not written to her himself? Why had he not come to call on her while in London? His twin Margaret had been left with all the apologies and all the formalities. Even the wisteria blossom was from her: a gift from her mother’s garden. She did not wish to hold any ill will towards the man who, until lately, she had dreamt of marrying, but it was such a blow.
A soft knock draws her briefly away from her morose thoughts.
"Katniss?" her sister Prim quietly says, stepping in. "Mother's brewed some tea. Would you care to join us?"
Katniss shakes her head, afraid if she was around her overly sympathetic mother and sister for very long, she would cry. And she was determined never to shed another tear for Peeta Mellark. "No thank you, Prim," she says, trying to discreetly hide the letter, but Prim's eyes land on it and narrow.
"Is that the letter?"
Katniss sighs and lets the letter rest on the sill. There isn’t much use hiding it. Prim sits down, her eyes on Madge Mellark’s neat cursive. Her expression is pensive, but before she can speak, Katniss holds her hand up.
“I am quite resolved,” she says, more calmly than she feels. “I do think that if I passed Mr. Mellark on the street, I should be able to meet his eye and greet him as a friend and nothing more.”
Prim bites her lip at that. “Katniss,” she murmurs. “You do not believe that. I do not believe that.”
"I am positive we can be friends," Katniss insists. "I wish for him to find happiness." She looks down at her lap, fiddling with the string of her gown. "Even if that is not with me," she murmurs.
Prim scoots closer and pulls her older sister in for a hug. "You are an awful liar, Katniss."
Katniss swallows back the lump that has started to form in her throat. She wishes she could be so unselfish as everyone reports her to be. But it is true that her young heart, matured even in these past months by heartache, still longs for the smile that first awoke it in love. She takes a breath and turns the conversation to her sister.
“No, dearest. I mean it.” She takes Prim’s hands. “I shall devote all my attention to finding a good man for you. It seems you are plagued by the bad sort everywhere you go.”
Prim shakes her head. “If you mean Mr. Hawthorne … I confess … I was entirely wrong about him.” A wry quirk of her lips follows. “I do not think he is the man for me, if any man is, but I misjudged him, sister, and very wrongly.”
Katniss’s brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
"He is not proud," Prim explains, trying to find the right words. "Well, he is, but not in a bad way. And he's so loyal to his family." She squeezes her sister's hand with a small smile. "I have never met another person so devoted to their younger siblings than you, but I do believe Mr. Hawthorne may have you beat, sister."
Katniss laughs, a bit incredulous. "You are serious about this?"
Prim nods. "I do believe a proposal is underway between himself and Margaret Mellark.”
“Does that displease you?” Katniss inquires tactfully.
“No,” Prim replies. “Our sparring was never meant to turn to romance. But I am glad to have resolved our misunderstandings and our foolish, prejudiced behavior. I feel we will be fast friends for the rest of our days.”
"Well see," Katniss says, and pats her sister on the hand. "We have gained new friends in all of this."
"Oh no!" Prim shakes her head. "You and Mr. Mellark are nowhere near friendship. It is ridiculous how besotted you are with each other. How clear it is for all to see, except maybe you both."
“Prim,” Katniss sighs. “Mr. Mellark has left town, and Margaret’s letter gave no indication of when, or if, they would return. She has been nothing but cordial and kind to me, but I know now not to expect anything more of Mr. Mellark.”
“Girls!” comes a loud cry, as with a flutter and flurry of lilac silk, Lady Abernathy, whom the girls call Aunt Effie, a distant cousin of the family by marriage, and a purveyor of gossip by no one’s choice, bursts into the room, followed by a harried looking Caroline Everdeen.
“Euphemia!” Mrs. Everdeen cries. “What on earth is it?”
"The men are here!" Lady Abernathy breathes, adjusting her wig.
"Men?" Prim asks. "What men?"
"Our men!" the woman exclaims. "Well, yours and Katniss'."
The sisters look at each other and turn to peer out the window. Sure enough, Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Mellark were stepping out of their carriage. Katniss' breath hitches. What was Peeta doing here? How long had he been back in town?
Their mother bustles over to peer over their shoulders. “Why could they be coming here?” she mutters distractedly. “They’ve no reason to suppose your father is home.”
“Caroline,” Effie shrills. “Don’t be a simpleton. They cannot be here to talk about hunting or horses. They must be here to speak of something far sweeter!”
Caroline gives her cousin a patient look. "And what is that?"
"Love! Oh, I bet my bonnet Mr. Mellark is here to propose to our dear Katniss.”
Katniss turns around at that, eyes wide in shock.
"Propose to me? No, you are mistaken, cousin. Mr. Mellark does not love me."
If Effie had been possessed of a fan, she no doubt would have snapped it in the younger woman’s face in flamboyant disbelief. “Does not love you? Poppycock.”
“Cousin!”
“Well, it’s true, so I might as well say it.”
“Effie, if I am to entertain guests, I must ask you to bid your farewells until another day,” Caroline says, skillfully bustling Lady Abernathy out the parlor door.
Sounds of indignation and a shrill cry of “manners!” are heard before the door clicks shut once more. Katniss bolts up, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.
"He's here," she panics, running a hand through her halfhearted attempt at pinning her hair up. "He's here, Prim. Why is he here?"
“Katniss,” Prim says, grabbing for her hands. She pulls her sister up short in the middle of the parlor, and looks her in the eyes. What she wants to tell her is what Gale has asked she not tell. How he misjudged her sister, and how he counseled his friend to leave Hertfordshire — and how he had redeemed himself in her eyes by his apology and conduct in Derbyshire. How she feels certain Mr. Mellark does love her sister quite as much as he did at the first country ball. But instead, all she says is, “Why do you think he is here?”
Katniss swallows. "I don't know."
"I think you do know."
Tears prick at Katniss' eyes. "I can't, Prim. If I am wrong — if he's here because of any other reason but me, I do not think I could bear it."
Prim wipes her tears gently. “I watched you dancing at every ball,” she says, “moving so perfectly together, it was as if you’d done it all your life. I saw his unfailing kindness and concern for you when you were ill and could not return from his estate. He has erred in not writing to you before, but my sister, if he does not love you still, I will never think well of any man of five thousand a year again.”
Their mother returns to the parlor. “Girls. We have company.”
She makes a very polite curtsy as Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Mellark step into the parlor. Prim and Katniss rise to their feet, and Prim dips her head decorously in response to Mr. Hawthorne’s bow. Mr. Mellark gives a more nervously perfunctory greeting, and Prim can see his eyes are on her sister, who is trying to hide that she is still wiping away tears.
“Might I offer you some tea?” their mother is saying.
“Tea would be lovely,” begins Mr. Hawthorne, but his friend cuts him off.
“Forgive me, Mrs. Everdeen, but I must beg an audience with your daughter. Alone, if I may.”
Prim hears Katniss give a sharp inhale. The look on her face is one of fragile anticipation. Prim gives her sister’s hand a squeeze. “Mr. Hawthorne,” she says, taking a step towards him. “How is your sister?”
“Posy is quite well,” he says, taking the hint beautifully, and offering his arm. “She has begun dancing lessons, and shows real promise.”
Mrs. Everdeen follows them quickly out, closing the parlor door softly behind her, and leaving the estranged pair alone in the sunny room.
Katniss dithers with her hands for a moment, turning a coral ring on her finger. “Mr. Mellark, I — won’t you sit?”
“Miss Everdeen,” he says, stops. “I will. Thank you.”
He takes a seat, his boot tapping awkwardly against the floor. “Won’t you sit?”
“Oh,” Katniss says, casting about as though there were no chairs in the parlor. “Yes. I shall.”
She sits, a little too heavily, and a silence falls. Katniss can hardly make herself look at him, but she wants to. She wants to drink him in: his beautiful sun kissed cheeks and his dimples and his golden hair, all so handsome in his blue riding coat. She knows she oughtn’t think these things, not when they are not even engaged, but she still yearns for him, desperately.
“How is your mother?” she asks, mouth dry, and only formalities to fall back on.
“Lady Mellark is quite well,” he says. “She and my father have gone to Bath.”
“Lovely,” Katniss says faintly. “And dear Margaret? I hope she is well. Did she travel from London with you?”
“Madge will join me at Netherfield within the week,” he says, his hands fidgeting. “She stayed behind to make some social calls and pack her things. She will be pleased you inquired after her.” He takes a breath and suddenly stands.
“Miss Axson,” he says, looking down at her. He frowns and then kneels beside her chair, looking at her entreatingly. “Katniss. Dearest.”
Katniss inhales sharply. She can feel her bosom rise and fall against the fabric of her gown.
“Can you ever forgive me for how abominably I’ve behaved to you?”
“Abominably? My lord, you have not!” Katniss stammers immediately, but he cuts her off.
“Yes, I have. I took leave of you on the advice of friends who, with all best intentions, believed your affections might not be as strong as I now hope and pray they are. I do not think it is a fault to listen to one’s friends, but at the expense of both conscience and sisterly wisdom, that I count a rash and foolish flaw indeed.”
“I do not hold it against you,” Katniss blurts, feeling like she can breathe again for the first time in ages. “Nor against Mr. Hawthorne, as I am left to assume he was the one to counsel you that … my shyness might be indifference… or at the worst, grasping greed for your estate and earnings. If your fault is listening to your friends over your heart then mine is not speaking my heart at all.”
“And what is your heart?” Mr. Mellark says softly. “If I have a right to ask. Know that I will take no offense if you tell me I have no such right and — ”
“You do!” Katniss cries, eyes filling with tears, and all the calm and collected things she wanted to say fleeing her mind. “You have a right, just as — just as you have my heart.”
Mr. Mellark gives a choked sort of relieved laugh and takes her hands. “Dearest!” He kisses her hands. “You love me still?”
“I never stopped,” she sniffs, and when he gives a slight tug on her hands, she sinks into his arms on the rug, feels his lips press against her temple.
She knows it is improper to be in such an intimate embrace in the drawing room, but she cannot find it in her now overflowing heart to care.
“Katniss,” he says, thumbs sweeping the tears from her eyes, and smile so warm and unexpectedly happy, “Would you do me the honor?”
“Yes,” Katniss whispers, and in a moment of alacrity that could not be called shy by any observer, she grabs hold of his cravat and kisses him soundly on the mouth. “Yes, Peeta.”
“You’ll be my wife?” he murmurs against her lips.
“I’ll be your wife,” she sighs, like she’s been waiting to say those words her whole life.
“I told you! Did I not say it? Did I not speak truly?” comes a squeal of victorious excitement as Aunt Effie comes careening back into the room, followed by Mrs. Everdeen, Prim, and Gale Hawthorne. Mrs. Everdeen looks as if she is trying to hold Aunt Effie back, but Gale and Prim are all knowing smiles. Peeta inquires of Mrs. Everdeen when Mr. Everdeen will return so he may ask his blessing — and Katniss, for her part, cannot find it in herself to be vexed at their spying, so happy is she, with her head resting contentedly on Peeta’s shoulder, and dreams of church bells in her head.
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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Sorry! this got lost in my messages... my phone doesn't show messages sometimes and I didn't see it until today @rosegardeninwinter. I'm really sorry!!
A/N: an actual month late 🫢 here is Prompt 3! Katniss and Peeta as Jane Bennet and Charles Bingley: enjoy!
In the small, sunlit drawing room of the Everdeen home, the eldest Everdeen daughter sits in the window seat with her legs neatly tucked to her side under a pale cream muslin, and her right hand holding an old letter, a long-dried wisteria blossom pressed in its parchment leaves.
It is silly, she thinks, looking down at the letter. Masochistic. A glutton for punishment looking at and rereading Peeta's sister's letter over and over, describing their departure last spring and her hopes of reacquainting with their old friends, the Cartwrights.
Why had Peeta—he’d given her leave to call him by his Christian name, though she’d only been able to do so in her mind—not written to her himself? Why had he not come to call on her while in London? His twin Margaret had been left with all the apologies and all the formalities. Even the wisteria blossom was from her: a gift from her mother’s garden. She did not wish to hold any ill will towards the man who, until lately, she had dreamt of marrying, but it was such a blow.
A soft knock draws her briefly away from her morose thoughts.
"Katniss?" her sister Prim quietly says, stepping in. "Mother's brewed some tea. Would you care to join us?"
Katniss shakes her head, afraid if she was around her overly sympathetic mother and sister for very long, she would cry. And she was determined never to shed another tear for Peeta Mellark. "No thank you, Prim," she says, trying to discreetly hide the letter, but Prim's eyes land on it and narrow.
"Is that the letter?"
Katniss sighs and lets the letter rest on the sill. There isn’t much use hiding it. Prim sits down, her eyes on Madge Mellark’s neat cursive. Her expression is pensive, but before she can speak, Katniss holds her hand up.
“I am quite resolved,” she says, more calmly than she feels. “I do think that if I passed Mr. Mellark on the street, I should be able to meet his eye and greet him as a friend and nothing more.”
Prim bites her lip at that. “Katniss,” she murmurs. “You do not believe that. I do not believe that.”
"I am positive we can be friends," Katniss insists. "I wish for him to find happiness." She looks down at her lap, fiddling with the string of her gown. "Even if that is not with me," she murmurs.
Prim scoots closer and pulls her older sister in for a hug. "You are an awful liar, Katniss."
Katniss swallows back the lump that has started to form in her throat. She wishes she could be so unselfish as everyone reports her to be. But it is true that her young heart, matured even in these past months by heartache, still longs for the smile that first awoke it in love. She takes a breath and turns the conversation to her sister.
“No, dearest. I mean it.” She takes Prim’s hands. “I shall devote all my attention to finding a good man for you. It seems you are plagued by the bad sort everywhere you go.”
Prim shakes her head. “If you mean Mr. Hawthorne … I confess … I was entirely wrong about him.” A wry quirk of her lips follows. “I do not think he is the man for me, if any man is, but I misjudged him, sister, and very wrongly.”
Katniss’s brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
"He is not proud," Prim explains, trying to find the right words. "Well, he is, but not in a bad way. And he's so loyal to his family." She squeezes her sister's hand with a small smile. "I have never met another person so devoted to their younger siblings than you, but I do believe Mr. Hawthorne may have you beat, sister."
Katniss laughs, a bit incredulous. "You are serious about this?"
Prim nods. "I do believe a proposal is underway between himself and Margaret Mellark.”
“Does that displease you?” Katniss inquires tactfully.
“No,” Prim replies. “Our sparring was never meant to turn to romance. But I am glad to have resolved our misunderstandings and our foolish, prejudiced behavior. I feel we will be fast friends for the rest of our days.”
"Well see," Katniss says, and pats her sister on the hand. "We have gained new friends in all of this."
"Oh no!" Prim shakes her head. "You and Mr. Mellark are nowhere near friendship. It is ridiculous how besotted you are with each other. How clear it is for all to see, except maybe you both."
“Prim,” Katniss sighs. “Mr. Mellark has left town, and Margaret’s letter gave no indication of when, or if, they would return. She has been nothing but cordial and kind to me, but I know now not to expect anything more of Mr. Mellark.”
“Girls!” comes a loud cry, as with a flutter and flurry of lilac silk, Lady Abernathy, whom the girls call Aunt Effie, a distant cousin of the family by marriage, and a purveyor of gossip by no one’s choice, bursts into the room, followed by a harried looking Caroline Everdeen.
“Euphemia!” Mrs. Everdeen cries. “What on earth is it?”
"The men are here!" Lady Abernathy breathes, adjusting her wig.
"Men?" Prim asks. "What men?"
"Our men!" the woman exclaims. "Well, yours and Katniss'."
The sisters look at each other and turn to peer out the window. Sure enough, Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Mellark were stepping out of their carriage. Katniss' breath hitches. What was Peeta doing here? How long had he been back in town?
Their mother bustles over to peer over their shoulders. “Why could they be coming here?” she mutters distractedly. “They’ve no reason to suppose your father is home.”
“Caroline,” Effie shrills. “Don’t be a simpleton. They cannot be here to talk about hunting or horses. They must be here to speak of something far sweeter!”
Caroline gives her cousin a patient look. "And what is that?"
"Love! Oh, I bet my bonnet Mr. Mellark is here to propose to our dear Katniss.”
Katniss turns around at that, eyes wide in shock.
"Propose to me? No, you are mistaken, cousin. Mr. Mellark does not love me."
If Effie had been possessed of a fan, she no doubt would have snapped it in the younger woman’s face in flamboyant disbelief. “Does not love you? Poppycock.”
“Cousin!”
“Well, it’s true, so I might as well say it.”
“Effie, if I am to entertain guests, I must ask you to bid your farewells until another day,” Caroline says, skillfully bustling Lady Abernathy out the parlor door.
Sounds of indignation and a shrill cry of “manners!” are heard before the door clicks shut once more. Katniss bolts up, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.
"He's here," she panics, running a hand through her halfhearted attempt at pinning her hair up. "He's here, Prim. Why is he here?"
“Katniss,” Prim says, grabbing for her hands. She pulls her sister up short in the middle of the parlor, and looks her in the eyes. What she wants to tell her is what Gale has asked she not tell. How he misjudged her sister, and how he counseled his friend to leave Hertfordshire — and how he had redeemed himself in her eyes by his apology and conduct in Derbyshire. How she feels certain Mr. Mellark does love her sister quite as much as he did at the first country ball. But instead, all she says is, “Why do you think he is here?”
Katniss swallows. "I don't know."
"I think you do know."
Tears prick at Katniss' eyes. "I can't, Prim. If I am wrong — if he's here because of any other reason but me, I do not think I could bear it."
Prim wipes her tears gently. “I watched you dancing at every ball,” she says, “moving so perfectly together, it was as if you’d done it all your life. I saw his unfailing kindness and concern for you when you were ill and could not return from his estate. He has erred in not writing to you before, but my sister, if he does not love you still, I will never think well of any man of five thousand a year again.”
Their mother returns to the parlor. “Girls. We have company.”
She makes a very polite curtsy as Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Mellark step into the parlor. Prim and Katniss rise to their feet, and Prim dips her head decorously in response to Mr. Hawthorne’s bow. Mr. Mellark gives a more nervously perfunctory greeting, and Prim can see his eyes are on her sister, who is trying to hide that she is still wiping away tears.
“Might I offer you some tea?” their mother is saying.
“Tea would be lovely,” begins Mr. Hawthorne, but his friend cuts him off.
“Forgive me, Mrs. Everdeen, but I must beg an audience with your daughter. Alone, if I may.”
Prim hears Katniss give a sharp inhale. The look on her face is one of fragile anticipation. Prim gives her sister’s hand a squeeze. “Mr. Hawthorne,” she says, taking a step towards him. “How is your sister?”
“Posy is quite well,” he says, taking the hint beautifully, and offering his arm. “She has begun dancing lessons, and shows real promise.”
Mrs. Everdeen follows them quickly out, closing the parlor door softly behind her, and leaving the estranged pair alone in the sunny room.
Katniss dithers with her hands for a moment, turning a coral ring on her finger. “Mr. Mellark, I — won’t you sit?”
“Miss Everdeen,” he says, stops. “I will. Thank you.”
He takes a seat, his boot tapping awkwardly against the floor. “Won’t you sit?”
“Oh,” Katniss says, casting about as though there were no chairs in the parlor. “Yes. I shall.”
She sits, a little too heavily, and a silence falls. Katniss can hardly make herself look at him, but she wants to. She wants to drink him in: his beautiful sun kissed cheeks and his dimples and his golden hair, all so handsome in his blue riding coat. She knows she oughtn’t think these things, not when they are not even engaged, but she still yearns for him, desperately.
“How is your mother?” she asks, mouth dry, and only formalities to fall back on.
“Lady Mellark is quite well,” he says. “She and my father have gone to Bath.”
“Lovely,” Katniss says faintly. “And dear Margaret? I hope she is well. Did she travel from London with you?”
“Madge will join me at Netherfield within the week,” he says, his hands fidgeting. “She stayed behind to make some social calls and pack her things. She will be pleased you inquired after her.” He takes a breath and suddenly stands.
“Miss Axson,” he says, looking down at her. He frowns and then kneels beside her chair, looking at her entreatingly. “Katniss. Dearest.”
Katniss inhales sharply. She can feel her bosom rise and fall against the fabric of her gown.
“Can you ever forgive me for how abominably I’ve behaved to you?”
“Abominably? My lord, you have not!” Katniss stammers immediately, but he cuts her off.
“Yes, I have. I took leave of you on the advice of friends who, with all best intentions, believed your affections might not be as strong as I now hope and pray they are. I do not think it is a fault to listen to one’s friends, but at the expense of both conscience and sisterly wisdom, that I count a rash and foolish flaw indeed.”
“I do not hold it against you,” Katniss blurts, feeling like she can breathe again for the first time in ages. “Nor against Mr. Hawthorne, as I am left to assume he was the one to counsel you that … my shyness might be indifference… or at the worst, grasping greed for your estate and earnings. If your fault is listening to your friends over your heart then mine is not speaking my heart at all.”
“And what is your heart?” Mr. Mellark says softly. “If I have a right to ask. Know that I will take no offense if you tell me I have no such right and — ”
“You do!” Katniss cries, eyes filling with tears, and all the calm and collected things she wanted to say fleeing her mind. “You have a right, just as — just as you have my heart.”
Mr. Mellark gives a choked sort of relieved laugh and takes her hands. “Dearest!” He kisses her hands. “You love me still?”
“I never stopped,” she sniffs, and when he gives a slight tug on her hands, she sinks into his arms on the rug, feels his lips press against her temple.
She knows it is improper to be in such an intimate embrace in the drawing room, but she cannot find it in her now overflowing heart to care.
“Katniss,” he says, thumbs sweeping the tears from her eyes, and smile so warm and unexpectedly happy, “Would you do me the honor?”
“Yes,” Katniss whispers, and in a moment of alacrity that could not be called shy by any observer, she grabs hold of his cravat and kisses him soundly on the mouth. “Yes, Peeta.”
“You’ll be my wife?” he murmurs against her lips.
“I’ll be your wife,” she sighs, like she’s been waiting to say those words her whole life.
“I told you! Did I not say it? Did I not speak truly?” comes a squeal of victorious excitement as Aunt Effie comes careening back into the room, followed by Mrs. Everdeen, Prim, and Gale Hawthorne. Mrs. Everdeen looks as if she is trying to hold Aunt Effie back, but Gale and Prim are all knowing smiles. Peeta inquires of Mrs. Everdeen when Mr. Everdeen will return so he may ask his blessing — and Katniss, for her part, cannot find it in herself to be vexed at their spying, so happy is she, with her head resting contentedly on Peeta’s shoulder, and dreams of church bells in her head.
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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A/N: an actual month late 🫢 here is Prompt 3! Katniss and Peeta as Jane Bennet and Charles Bingley: enjoy!
In the small, sunlit drawing room of the Everdeen home, the eldest Everdeen daughter sits in the window seat with her legs neatly tucked to her side under a pale cream muslin, and her right hand holding an old letter, a long-dried wisteria blossom pressed in its parchment leaves.
It is silly, she thinks, looking down at the letter. Masochistic. A glutton for punishment looking at and rereading Peeta's sister's letter over and over, describing their departure last spring and her hopes of reacquainting with their old friends, the Cartwrights.
Why had Peeta—he’d given her leave to call him by his Christian name, though she’d only been able to do so in her mind—not written to her himself? Why had he not come to call on her while in London? His twin Margaret had been left with all the apologies and all the formalities. Even the wisteria blossom was from her: a gift from her mother’s garden. She did not wish to hold any ill will towards the man who, until lately, she had dreamt of marrying, but it was such a blow.
A soft knock draws her briefly away from her morose thoughts.
"Katniss?" her sister Prim quietly says, stepping in. "Mother's brewed some tea. Would you care to join us?"
Katniss shakes her head, afraid if she was around her overly sympathetic mother and sister for very long, she would cry. And she was determined never to shed another tear for Peeta Mellark. "No thank you, Prim," she says, trying to discreetly hide the letter, but Prim's eyes land on it and narrow.
"Is that the letter?"
Katniss sighs and lets the letter rest on the sill. There isn’t much use hiding it. Prim sits down, her eyes on Madge Mellark’s neat cursive. Her expression is pensive, but before she can speak, Katniss holds her hand up.
“I am quite resolved,” she says, more calmly than she feels. “I do think that if I passed Mr. Mellark on the street, I should be able to meet his eye and greet him as a friend and nothing more.”
Prim bites her lip at that. “Katniss,” she murmurs. “You do not believe that. I do not believe that.”
"I am positive we can be friends," Katniss insists. "I wish for him to find happiness." She looks down at her lap, fiddling with the string of her gown. "Even if that is not with me," she murmurs.
Prim scoots closer and pulls her older sister in for a hug. "You are an awful liar, Katniss."
Katniss swallows back the lump that has started to form in her throat. She wishes she could be so unselfish as everyone reports her to be. But it is true that her young heart, matured even in these past months by heartache, still longs for the smile that first awoke it in love. She takes a breath and turns the conversation to her sister.
“No, dearest. I mean it.” She takes Prim’s hands. “I shall devote all my attention to finding a good man for you. It seems you are plagued by the bad sort everywhere you go.”
Prim shakes her head. “If you mean Mr. Hawthorne … I confess … I was entirely wrong about him.” A wry quirk of her lips follows. “I do not think he is the man for me, if any man is, but I misjudged him, sister, and very wrongly.”
Katniss’s brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
"He is not proud," Prim explains, trying to find the right words. "Well, he is, but not in a bad way. And he's so loyal to his family." She squeezes her sister's hand with a small smile. "I have never met another person so devoted to their younger siblings than you, but I do believe Mr. Hawthorne may have you beat, sister."
Katniss laughs, a bit incredulous. "You are serious about this?"
Prim nods. "I do believe a proposal is underway between himself and Margaret Mellark.”
“Does that displease you?” Katniss inquires tactfully.
“No,” Prim replies. “Our sparring was never meant to turn to romance. But I am glad to have resolved our misunderstandings and our foolish, prejudiced behavior. I feel we will be fast friends for the rest of our days.”
"Well see," Katniss says, and pats her sister on the hand. "We have gained new friends in all of this."
"Oh no!" Prim shakes her head. "You and Mr. Mellark are nowhere near friendship. It is ridiculous how besotted you are with each other. How clear it is for all to see, except maybe you both."
“Prim,” Katniss sighs. “Mr. Mellark has left town, and Margaret’s letter gave no indication of when, or if, they would return. She has been nothing but cordial and kind to me, but I know now not to expect anything more of Mr. Mellark.”
“Girls!” comes a loud cry, as with a flutter and flurry of lilac silk, Lady Abernathy, whom the girls call Aunt Effie, a distant cousin of the family by marriage, and a purveyor of gossip by no one’s choice, bursts into the room, followed by a harried looking Caroline Everdeen.
“Euphemia!” Mrs. Everdeen cries. “What on earth is it?”
"The men are here!" Lady Abernathy breathes, adjusting her wig.
"Men?" Prim asks. "What men?"
"Our men!" the woman exclaims. "Well, yours and Katniss'."
The sisters look at each other and turn to peer out the window. Sure enough, Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Mellark were stepping out of their carriage. Katniss' breath hitches. What was Peeta doing here? How long had he been back in town?
Their mother bustles over to peer over their shoulders. “Why could they be coming here?” she mutters distractedly. “They’ve no reason to suppose your father is home.”
“Caroline,” Effie shrills. “Don’t be a simpleton. They cannot be here to talk about hunting or horses. They must be here to speak of something far sweeter!”
Caroline gives her cousin a patient look. "And what is that?"
"Love! Oh, I bet my bonnet Mr. Mellark is here to propose to our dear Katniss.”
Katniss turns around at that, eyes wide in shock.
"Propose to me? No, you are mistaken, cousin. Mr. Mellark does not love me."
If Effie had been possessed of a fan, she no doubt would have snapped it in the younger woman’s face in flamboyant disbelief. “Does not love you? Poppycock.”
“Cousin!”
“Well, it’s true, so I might as well say it.”
“Effie, if I am to entertain guests, I must ask you to bid your farewells until another day,” Caroline says, skillfully bustling Lady Abernathy out the parlor door.
Sounds of indignation and a shrill cry of “manners!” are heard before the door clicks shut once more. Katniss bolts up, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.
"He's here," she panics, running a hand through her halfhearted attempt at pinning her hair up. "He's here, Prim. Why is he here?"
“Katniss,” Prim says, grabbing for her hands. She pulls her sister up short in the middle of the parlor, and looks her in the eyes. What she wants to tell her is what Gale has asked she not tell. How he misjudged her sister, and how he counseled his friend to leave Hertfordshire — and how he had redeemed himself in her eyes by his apology and conduct in Derbyshire. How she feels certain Mr. Mellark does love her sister quite as much as he did at the first country ball. But instead, all she says is, “Why do you think he is here?”
Katniss swallows. "I don't know."
"I think you do know."
Tears prick at Katniss' eyes. "I can't, Prim. If I am wrong — if he's here because of any other reason but me, I do not think I could bear it."
Prim wipes her tears gently. “I watched you dancing at every ball,” she says, “moving so perfectly together, it was as if you’d done it all your life. I saw his unfailing kindness and concern for you when you were ill and could not return from his estate. He has erred in not writing to you before, but my sister, if he does not love you still, I will never think well of any man of five thousand a year again.”
Their mother returns to the parlor. “Girls. We have company.”
She makes a very polite curtsy as Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Mellark step into the parlor. Prim and Katniss rise to their feet, and Prim dips her head decorously in response to Mr. Hawthorne’s bow. Mr. Mellark gives a more nervously perfunctory greeting, and Prim can see his eyes are on her sister, who is trying to hide that she is still wiping away tears.
“Might I offer you some tea?” their mother is saying.
“Tea would be lovely,” begins Mr. Hawthorne, but his friend cuts him off.
“Forgive me, Mrs. Everdeen, but I must beg an audience with your daughter. Alone, if I may.”
Prim hears Katniss give a sharp inhale. The look on her face is one of fragile anticipation. Prim gives her sister’s hand a squeeze. “Mr. Hawthorne,” she says, taking a step towards him. “How is your sister?”
“Posy is quite well,” he says, taking the hint beautifully, and offering his arm. “She has begun dancing lessons, and shows real promise.”
Mrs. Everdeen follows them quickly out, closing the parlor door softly behind her, and leaving the estranged pair alone in the sunny room.
Katniss dithers with her hands for a moment, turning a coral ring on her finger. “Mr. Mellark, I — won’t you sit?”
“Miss Everdeen,” he says, stops. “I will. Thank you.”
He takes a seat, his boot tapping awkwardly against the floor. “Won’t you sit?”
“Oh,” Katniss says, casting about as though there were no chairs in the parlor. “Yes. I shall.”
She sits, a little too heavily, and a silence falls. Katniss can hardly make herself look at him, but she wants to. She wants to drink him in: his beautiful sun kissed cheeks and his dimples and his golden hair, all so handsome in his blue riding coat. She knows she oughtn’t think these things, not when they are not even engaged, but she still yearns for him, desperately.
“How is your mother?” she asks, mouth dry, and only formalities to fall back on.
“Lady Mellark is quite well,” he says. “She and my father have gone to Bath.”
“Lovely,” Katniss says faintly. “And dear Margaret? I hope she is well. Did she travel from London with you?”
“Madge will join me at Netherfield within the week,” he says, his hands fidgeting. “She stayed behind to make some social calls and pack her things. She will be pleased you inquired after her.” He takes a breath and suddenly stands.
“Miss Axson,” he says, looking down at her. He frowns and then kneels beside her chair, looking at her entreatingly. “Katniss. Dearest.”
Katniss inhales sharply. She can feel her bosom rise and fall against the fabric of her gown.
“Can you ever forgive me for how abominably I’ve behaved to you?”
“Abominably? My lord, you have not!” Katniss stammers immediately, but he cuts her off.
“Yes, I have. I took leave of you on the advice of friends who, with all best intentions, believed your affections might not be as strong as I now hope and pray they are. I do not think it is a fault to listen to one’s friends, but at the expense of both conscience and sisterly wisdom, that I count a rash and foolish flaw indeed.”
“I do not hold it against you,” Katniss blurts, feeling like she can breathe again for the first time in ages. “Nor against Mr. Hawthorne, as I am left to assume he was the one to counsel you that … my shyness might be indifference… or at the worst, grasping greed for your estate and earnings. If your fault is listening to your friends over your heart then mine is not speaking my heart at all.”
“And what is your heart?” Mr. Mellark says softly. “If I have a right to ask. Know that I will take no offense if you tell me I have no such right and — ”
“You do!” Katniss cries, eyes filling with tears, and all the calm and collected things she wanted to say fleeing her mind. “You have a right, just as — just as you have my heart.”
Mr. Mellark gives a choked sort of relieved laugh and takes her hands. “Dearest!” He kisses her hands. “You love me still?”
“I never stopped,” she sniffs, and when he gives a slight tug on her hands, she sinks into his arms on the rug, feels his lips press against her temple.
She knows it is improper to be in such an intimate embrace in the drawing room, but she cannot find it in her now overflowing heart to care.
“Katniss,” he says, thumbs sweeping the tears from her eyes, and smile so warm and unexpectedly happy, “Would you do me the honor?”
“Yes,” Katniss whispers, and in a moment of alacrity that could not be called shy by any observer, she grabs hold of his cravat and kisses him soundly on the mouth. “Yes, Peeta.”
“You’ll be my wife?” he murmurs against her lips.
“I’ll be your wife,” she sighs, like she’s been waiting to say those words her whole life.
“I told you! Did I not say it? Did I not speak truly?” comes a squeal of victorious excitement as Aunt Effie comes careening back into the room, followed by Mrs. Everdeen, Prim, and Gale Hawthorne. Mrs. Everdeen looks as if she is trying to hold Aunt Effie back, but Gale and Prim are all knowing smiles. Peeta inquires of Mrs. Everdeen when Mr. Everdeen will return so he may ask his blessing — and Katniss, for her part, cannot find it in herself to be vexed at their spying, so happy is she, with her head resting contentedly on Peeta’s shoulder, and dreams of church bells in her head.
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ouateverlark · 3 years ago
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You, Me & Space — Passengers inspired AU, coming soon! thank you @dandelionlovesyou for the idea to everlark it. ❤️
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tried my best to make a poster for this fanfic. (peeta’s eyes were definitely bluer before filtering this!) i kinda like this though :)
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