#also katniss stubborn

[andromedadoesntwrite]

Cold Coffee ༄

by andromedadoesntwrite

Katniss Everdeen is a 26 year old English teacher who one day has an unfortunate run in with a stranger and his coffee. Ruining her day, but little did she know how much of him she was really about to see.

Chapter 2 is out now!

School has been officially kicking my ass so my updates have been slow. Please bare with me folks, your girl is trying to graduate.

[chaossmagic]

we've all heard of 'same character, different font', but what about 'same couple, different font'?

i'll go first: steve/bucky and katniss/peeta

[groceryreceiptss]

𝐚𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | p.j.

percy jackson x reader | word count : 1.4k | requested

summary : though you were a skillful archer, you were an amateur when it came to dealing with a sword. while percy helped you trained for hours after lunch, he couldn’t help but fall in deeper with you, even though you’d probably never know it.

contains : my writing (again, warning). just fluff things <3 reader was implied as apollo's daughter, but never actually specified. oh, and a katniss everdeen reference! (because is the fic actually written by me if it doesn't include at least one thg reference?). let me know if there’s more!

a/n : i do NOT know how to write action-y scenes (even ones that are as light as this) so sorry if this comes out as flat haha. i had to get out my copy of the lightning thief just to be a tinny bit more familiar with it to be honest. also yes the title is kinda cheesy but soo is this entire fic < 3

credits : fan art by frostbite.studios, dividers by @benkeibear, pins i used (1) (2) (3)

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The afternoon sun hit the color of your eyes as you tried the move he had just demonstrated to you. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and your forehead slicked with sweat. A borrowed but fitting sword was gripped in your hand, ready to clatter his. Percy and you had been going at it ever since lunch ended and yet you still seemed determined to keep going. 

Percy counted and you attacked, one, two, three. Next move, you tried to thrust it into the right of his protected ribcage. But with your lovely eyes being a little too obvious and your hand still clumsy with the blade, he deflected it off easily, letting yours fall to the ground. 

“Oh, I’m terrible,” you said with an embarrassed smile, pulling up your bronze helmet and dragging a hand to swipe your hair out of your forehead. You retrieved the sword and turned to ask him. “Okay, honest opinion. What did I do wrong?” 

“Well…” he started, as he took off his own helmet, tucking it under his arm, “Your eyes give away a bit too much to the opponent, so I could easily tell what you were going to do. You’re still too hesitant about it I think.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Well, how can I not when my opponent at this given moment is Percy fucking Jackson but go on.” 

Percy was thankful that the sun was taking it one for the team and became a cover for the red that just possibly covered his face. He shook his head, fighting a smile that was trying to break through his lips. Joke about it, take defense.

The lines of his mouth morphed into a teasing grin. “Is that an excuse that I hear, miss y/l/n? Since when do you play with those?”  You were always so stubborn, in the best sense of the word. And Percy always found it admirable to say the least.

You raised your eyebrows before shooting back, “And if it is, it's also not unreasonable, Mr. Jackson.” That cute smile of yours taking flight in your face. He noticed that it was still the same one from when he first saw you at twelve, a few years back. Some things never changed. 

“What else?” You asked again, crossing your arms with the sword pointing downward. “Come on, don't be shy. I can take it.”

He considered it before answering. “Your hand wasn’t steady enough with the sword and with the move you were trying to execute. It made it a bit… off. And hard to get away in battles.”

You let yourself collapse to the ground with a dramatic sigh, exhaustion finally took over you. Your legs stretched in front of you and your helmet and sword clanged by your side. “Never mind, I lied, I can't take it."

He laughed and sat down next to you, putting his equipment by yours. The wind was finally picking up now, bringing a sense of balance to the hot weather.

"I can never get this right.” You huffed, blowing up your loosen hair, which Percy couldn't help but think that you looked slightly adorable.

“It’s totally fine,” he promised you, words creeped with encouragement. “Just be more confident! I swear it works. Or just…” he trailed off, unsure, and then shrugged. “don’t think about it too much, I guess.” 

“Contradiction, contradiction.” You said in a sing-song voice before looking at him with that inspecting face and said, “Do you drink some secret potion or something? Someone altered your ambrosia?”

Percy let out a laugh, “Your perception of me is unrealistically high, I see. I can say the same to you, Katniss Everdeen.”

Your face’s expression stretched with surprise before you nodded in approval. “That’s the best way to compliment my archery skills actually, yes. Forget Apollo the doofus.”

“Who?” Percy played in the joke, to which you answered with the only appropriate one : “Exactly.”

He clapped his hand, an idea forming in his head. "Alright, how about this. If you give it a try just one more time, I'll give you some blue cupcakes my mom just sent me a few days ago." He offered with a knowing smile, getting you too well to strike a tempting bargain with you.

Percy knew how in love you were with his mom's cupcakes. Sally Jackson made the best for the best. It had only taken one bite and he could already tell how head over heels you were with them. He might or might not be planning to try to make a batch himself as a surprise for your upcoming birthday, but he feared the baking talent of the greats did not pass onto him. These hands weren't only skilled in combat, but with a pair of mitts and an oven, they could also burn an entire kitchen down.

Still though. Seeing the way your eyes immediately lit up right now made him rethink his choices. Maybe burning down a room wasn't so bad. At least you would probably laugh at his pathetic attempt.

Your mouth split into a grin and he was brought back to the world. You shook your head in slight disbelief. "Bringing Mrs. Jackson cupcakes into this? You are not playing fair, Perce."

"That's a deal then?" He held out his hand for a shake.

You sighed, putting his hand in yours. "Fine, deal."

Percy tried to ignore the fireworks he felt as he gripped your hand tighter and pulled you up to stand. His heart felt like it was trying to push its way out of his ribs, but in a good way. Like a thrill.

"Alright, one more time," He said as he retrieved his sword and you retrieved yours. "You ready?"

"Honestly, I'm just doing this for the cupcakes now." Seriously, how much could one person make him smile in the span of five minutes?

You and Percy put on the helmets. He counted to three, and you started taking offense as he took defense. One, two, three. It all started out well. Your movements were still a bit clumsy, but you'd get better on it in no time, he was sure. And you were doing pretty good work too. That was until you were stepping back, trying to deflect his now offensive movements, and tripped over yourself. You fell to the hard ground with an oof.

Luckily, with your equipment still intact, you couldn't be hurt that much. But Percy immediately dropped riptide and got to your side.

He knew it was stupid. You and him were both warriors, you were good with a bow, he was good with a sword. Both of you had been injured multiple times in different kinds of battles, and yours had been more grotesque than his more than once, so this was absolutely nothing. Still, he guessed, the instinct to worry would just stay the same.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, as he gently pulled you up to a sitting position. His forehead was creased together as he looked at you, but you were instead laughing, finding your recent incident funny. "What?" He asked, couldn't help but let a laugh, albeit confused, out of his lips too. Yours were charmingly infectious.

You pointed at your face, your bronze helmet askew, voice still laced with traces of mirth. "Tell me, how silly do I look?"

He smiled, affection swarmed him. "Very silly," Should he risk it? "So silly, it's borderline annoyingly cute actually." Okay, risking it then.

But you just smiled, either welcoming it or oblivious to the actual meaning behind it. Probably the latter. You wouldn’t be convinced someone actually liked liked you even if it was plastered on a billboard. You pointed at his face, and laughed again, this time with an effort of covering your mouth. "You look so silly too, I'm sorry."

He shook his hand, bringing out a breath of laughter, unable to keep his smile from growing further under the protective gear. "Hey," he said, finally taking off his helmet and letting the wind touch his face. "It was in solidarity with you as a friend! Please appreciate it."

"I do!" You took off your helmet, letting the glow of the sun kiss your face again. Percy couldn't help but be entranced with the way you looked, still perfect even with the destroying searing weather of June. You couldn't keep doing this to him. "Sorry, I'll stop." You promised as you withdrew a laugh, but he actually wished you wouldn't. He loved hearing you laughed, it made the wind that danced around him a melodic thing, one he could be around forever—or whatever it was the poets said.

Looking at you made him understand what they were always talking and raving about, but he could never explain it.

"So," You began, "About those cupcakes?"

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[littlemarianah]

EVERLARK DOMESTIC LIFE

Peeta loves giving rides. Need to go somewhere? "Oh, babe. please call me." He likes having her as a passenger next to him changing the radio until she finds a good song. Date night? He picks you up and drops you off. He loves driving and his old truck never lets him down.

Peeta is also the food guy. He cooks and she put it in the dishwasher. Easier this way. Sometimes when he's there chopping up the little pieces of carrot for the stew, she's sitting on the counter watching him.

Katniss is the one who do groceries though. Years on the poverty line gave her a good head start on saving. With the same amount of money she can buy twice as much stuff as Peeta.

Cleaning? Well, neither of them are the biggest fans. Peeta's mother is a cleaning neurotic and Katniss was a maid for a while. Neither of them has good memories of doing heavy cleaning, but they try. One of them throws the clothes in the washer and the other in the dryer. Peeta is consistent in organization, Katniss is more spontaneous.

The extra room they have in his house is sometimes Peeta's studio, or it's the space where Katniss works out. Over time she realized that maybe her back pain is due to a sedentary lifestyle. So it's good to stretch sometimes.

They are good roommates, most of the time. Maybe some complaints about heavy footsteps early in the morning. Because Katniss likes to sleep until noon, but her boyfriend with loud footsteps wakes her up at dawn. "Put on socks, you damn thing," she yells.

Splitting the bills... Katniss tried to do it 50/50 at first. She's always been afraid of losing her financial freedom and hates the thought of being provided for. Maybe a little too proud at times. Expensive bills start disappearing from her mailbox; Peeta Mellark is paying them on the sly again. He doesn't exactly think it's fair. He has higher education and a better job, he doesn't exactly think it's fair to share everything just because Katniss is stubborn.

But they are very good at saving money. Katnsis has a habit of keeping everything, so much so that Peeta has to beg her to buy new boots and throw away the old ones. She saves it out of fear, but he teaches her to save it for plans. "For us to buy our little house on top of a hill," he says, saving coins into the piggy bank.

Pets? No, thanks. Maybe a fish.

Sex? Probably already in the kitchen sink, but not very good. Sofa when they want something different, shower when they are in a good mood.

Who's going to sleep on the couch when after a fight? Both of them. At the same time.

[fatallyfalling]

Strawberry Wine ~ 𖤓

“ safe & sound “

{{ Peeta Mellark Headcanons }}

warnings: mentions of alcohol, canon Hunger Games violence/trauma, wholesome fluff, etc.

{{ word count }} 487

{{ prompt }} fluffy headcanons for our beloved bread boy !!

{{ a/n }} this is short & sweet while i test out Peeta’s character! I’m not sure what i exactly want to write with him since i’ve adored everlark for forever but for now please enjoy my silly happy thoughts! Some of these i’ve heard around the internet i think but i can’t remember where :[

Peeta Mellark, the ashy blonde from District 12 who stole the hearts of the Capital with his charms and sweet, boyish nature while also managing to tame a stubborn Mockingjay - Katniss Everdeen, and poured out his heart and soul to get back to her any way he could.

- Peeta is a morning person. He'll get up early and have breakfast ready by the time Katniss pulls out of bed (she learns to sleep in post-rebellion).

- His favorite type of bread/pastry is croissants. The tedious labor of laminating the cold butter block into the fluffy dough is cathartic in a way.

- Once, he tried to teach Katniss to paint. Once. Her attempt at trees looked more like crazy brown and green spiders but he still kissed her temple and had the painting framed, much to the girl on fire's dismay.

- Peeta doesn't like hard liquor - he never did. Effie hooks him on a strawberry wine made special in what used to be District 11, he's gifted at least one bottle every birthday or holiday.

- He's such a housewife no questions asked, hands down. Hungry? He'll cook. Thirsty? Anything you want. This man has to be physically removed from the kitchen during friendly gatherings so he can actually relax and enjoy the company.

- Also, his Dad lore is insane.

(speaking to his kids when they're older) "Oh yeah, your Mom tried to kill me once. but it's okay I made it even the next year so we're good now."

"One time I almost got eaten by a monkey in a fight to the death."

"Another time I took a spontaneous road trip, got held hostage, and then led a rebellion to victory alongside your Mom."

- Peeta teaches himself guitar so he can play along while Katniss sings. His chords are wildly out of tune at first, but he gets it eventually.

- Peeta doesn't like store-bought bread, saying his homemade loaves taste better (they do).

- He's a hugger, every hello and goodbye is met by a bear hug. His hugs are amazing as well, nice and tight but also comforting and warm.

- For a while after the war Peeta kept a journal on his nightstand to record his dreams/nightmares. Even if the text turns out to be chicken scratch in the morning Katniss still helps him decipher and work through it to solidify reality.

“What does that say ?”

“Uh… I think… no - wait, I have no idea,”

- Effie and Peeta definitely have wine nights to talk about their scary guard dog partners and how much they love them.

- Speaking of paint - it’s everywhere, all the time, mainly his hands. Oil paint is next to impossible to clean so almost all of Peeta’s shirts have some amount of color speckled on the sleeves or the thighs of his pants.

- Peeta also keeps a cookie jar of homemade cookies in the kitchen, they’re replenished every week with regular flavor swaps.

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[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

On Gale and patriarchy/toxic masculinity

I really want to do a reading and analysis of Gale's character as upholding patriarchal values and expectations of toxic masculinity because this stuck out to me as I listened to the CF audiobook before bed last night. From chapter 1 of CF:

I think of Gale, who is only really alive in the woods, with its fresh air and sunlight and clean, flowing water. I don't know how he stands it. Well ... yes, I do. He stands it because it's the way to feed his mother and two younger brothers and sister. And here I am with buckets of money, far more than enough to feed both our families now, and he won't take a single coin. It's even hard for him to let me bring in meat, although he'd surely have kept my mother and Prim supplied if I'd been killed in the Games. I tell him he's doing me a favor, that it drives me nuts to sit around all day. Even so, I never drop off the game while he's at home. Which is easy since he works twelve hours a day. 

Highlighted the part that really made my ears perk up. There's something to be said about Gale's stubbornness and his pride, which is very similar to Katniss's but he always takes it another step. Whereas Katniss learns to accept others' help, to forge these connections, Gale doesn't. It's giving "I'm the man and this is my job." For someone who wants nothing more than to help keep his family alive, it's weird that he refuses any help.

At first I thought maybe he doesn't want her money because it's from the Capitol and he despises it that much but she says it's hard for him to even have her bring meat in from hunting. Which points to his pride. He wants to be the provider. The one taking care of her. And it leaves Katniss in a kinda tricky place. It's like she's walking on eggshells around him here - purposely not dropping off game at his house when he's there.

Compare that with Peeta (which as a reader, like Katniss, you end up doing when either of these two guys come up) and it's so different. We know Peeta is strong and smart etc. He's not a hunter but he's also still a provider (of bread). And he has his own pride too. But going through the Games, Peeta and Katniss have a balanced push and pull. She helps him, he helps her. She takes care of him, he takes care of her. When he's hurt, he lets Katniss help him. He's not too proud to try and do it himself. Same with Katniss. She lets him take care of her when she needs it. And this is something they learn from the Games, particularly Katniss; how to accept help from others. And we see her development in this over the course of the trilogy.

Gale is interesting in that I really think he is one of the characters in the books who really doesn't grow as such. In my mind, he's rooted in place in many ways. From his ideals, to his thoughts, to his strategies, to his actions, he doesn't really develop much. He has moments - but a lot of those moments are tied to wanting to apologise to or be better for Katniss (and still he comes up short). I'm thinking of the moment where he makes her feel bad for defending her prep team in 13 and then later tries to smooth things over in the canteen by being kind. I believe that's something he did only for Katniss. She's his motivation to be different (but turns out that's not enough still.)

I'll maybe build on this another time but this passage made me think of what he says when he sees Katniss after Prim's death. "Does it matter? You'll always be thinking about it... That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family." Instead of apologising for helping to create such bombs, instead of asking for forgiveness, instead of crying with her, instead of expressing his sorrow and regret at what's happened, this is all he's able to say. Which is odd to me. To not even try to comfort your supposed closest friend at such a time. To say that's all you had going for you? It's this relationship of transaction. 'I take care of your family and hunt with you so you should end up marring me.' I really don't think that's far from what Gale expected.

I think there's even more to say about Gale as a patriarchal character but I've rambled on enough at this point. But his attitude and perspective throughout the book, while aligned with that of a traumatised young adult in the midst of oppression, also aligns heavily with patriarchal constructs. The way he thinks of war and people and human relationships, the way he thinks of fighting and death, and the way he thinks of doing whatever you have to do to achieve your end, no matter what happens or who gets hurt in pursuit of it. If anyone has any reading on Gale in these areas I'd be so interested in it!

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 20)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19

“Soldier Abernathy,” Boggs’ voice is the one to finally break them apart.

Y/N moves to her feet, straightening out her gear. “Yes.”

“Civilian Abernathy.” Boggs also acknowledges the man on the floor.

“Yep.” Haymitch groans, pulling himself up.

“There’s been an incident.” Boggs squares his shoulders.

“What kind of incident?”

“Peeta attacked Katniss.”

“He what?” Y/N stammers.

“Our Peeta?” Haymitch is getting older, surely he’s heard wrong.

Boggs nods. “Follow me-”

Without another word, Boggs ushers them to Katniss’ room in medical. She is limp on the bed, being changed into a hospital gown. She looks the same as she had when Haymitch left her, save for the large angry bruise, blooming over the expanse of her neck.

“Damn it,” Haymitch murmurs.

“How could this happen?” Y/N turns to Boggs.

“I stepped outside to give them privacy. When I heard the commotion, I went straight in. He’d already put her through the medicine cabinets and had her on the floor. It happened fast.”

Y/N brings a hand to her throbbing temple. “Thank you for…” Y/N breaks off. “I should’ve stayed with him.”

“Not your fault, soldier.” Boggs says, immediately.

Haymitch passes a hand over her back. See, you stubborn thing? Not everything can be your fault.

“I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.” Boggs excuses himself.

The doctors trickle out, leaving Katniss in her neck brace, hooked up to a bunch of beeping monitors.

“She’ll be out for a while, by the sound of it. We should check on Peeta. Try to figure out what the hell’s going on.” Haymitch kisses Y/N’s temple. Watching his wife stroke dark hair away from Katniss’ face.

Y/N nods.

Peeta’s room is not much better. He is restrained, for his own safety. Unconscious after the attack, Boggs had to get him off somehow.

The results of the bloodwork returns without traces of any hallucinogenic drugs. The only abnormal thing found in his system is trackerjacker venom.

“So what does this mean? He thought Katniss was someone else?” Haymitch asks Dr. Aurelius, who’s come to deliver the news. He’s not a regular doctor, he’s a head doctor. Maybe he’s here to make sure they don’t lose their shit?

“Well…it’s hard to say. I’ll need to speak with him once he regains consciousness. For now, it seems a bit odd that he would remember Y/N in the hovercraft and in this room, only to not recognize Katniss a moment later.”

There must be something…something she’s missing. “So you think he knew it was Katniss and did that to her anyway?”

“I understand how difficult this may be for you to hear, but Peeta did attack Katniss with the intent to kill her.” Dr. Aurelius explains.

Haymitch shifts, meeting Y/N’s eyes.

“That’s why he’s restrained?” Y/N presses her lips together.

“This is for his own safety.“

“I don’t understand.” Y/N cuts him off. “He held my hand all the way home.” There’s just no way. “Peeta wouldn’t do that to Katniss.”

“I know it is painful for you to see them this way. But given your experience on the hovercraft, I have every reason to believe that we can help him work through this.”

“How?” Haymitch wonders.

“With the knowledge that he recognizes Y/N, we will be able to use a trusted source to sift through the information fed to him by the Capitol. In theory we will be able to reverse this fear conditioning.” Dr. Aurelius is already working up a plan.

“So that’s what you think this is? A response to fear conditioning?” Haymitch asks.

“He has lacerations, old and new. Evidence of shocks and beatings, that with the presence of trackerjacker venom suggests what one would consider brainwashing. A hijacking, if you will.”

“Have you ever treated a patient in his condition?” Y/N gnaws at the insides of her cheek.

“I have never seen anything like this, no.”

“We’ll do whatever we can,” Y/N says, immediately.

“For now there is nothing to be done. Katniss and Peeta are resting, which they both desperately need. I might suggest you do the same.”

“If it were your kids, could you rest?” Haymitch bites out, bitterly.

Aurelius nods, in understanding. “No.” He stares for a moment more. “As Peeta’s family is deceased, you are his next of kin. You will be involved in making medical decisions. If anything changes you will be the first to know.”

“Thank you.”

“There is one more thing, before you go.”

“And what might that be?” Haymitch retorts.

“Johanna Mason has requested that you also be listed as next of kin, until she is found to be of sound mind.”

“What about Finnick?” Y/N wonders, they’ve always been close.

“Finnick struggled during separation with Annie.”From what Aurelius can see, he’s still struggling. “He is in no position to make decisions about her medical care. Rather her be a ward of the district, she would have you.”

“Of course, we’ll take her.”

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Pollux is with Madge, when they return to the children, keeping all three entertained. There’s someone else, perched in the corner, quiet, just watching.

“Mom?” Y/N says, warily. She’s only seen her once since they’ve been here. The older woman was deep into detox and screamed at her to get out.

“Hi, honey.” As if nothing has happened. As if nothing is wrong.

“Mommy, look what we made for Peeta!” Arista holds up the off white paper banner, lined with drawings and colored flowers.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Y/N chokes down her despair. How can I explain this? “It’s beautiful, he’ll love it.”

“You’re sad,” Everest calls her bluff.

Haymitch steps closer, saving her, the way he always has. “There’s something we need to talk about.”

“Is it Peeta?”

“Yeah,” Haymitch breathes, perching himself at the end of Everest’s bed. “Come here.” He pats the space on either side for his children. I’ll take this one.

Y/N follows her mother out into the hallway.

“How are you holding up?” The older woman asks.

“I’m ok.”

“Good.”

“So you’re out of rehab?”

“If that’s what you want to call it, yes.”

“You look really…healthy.”

“Y/N I saw Finnick’s broadcast and I- I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you. That I couldn’t protect you. I know I wasn’t the best mother-”

“You did the best you could,” Y/N cuts her off. “As a mother, I understand that we can’t always be there the way we want to.”

“But you are there. Everyday and every night, you are there for those kids. They know that no matter what, their mom is coming home. They know that you will always be there. I’m sorry you didn’t have that.”

“It’s ok…I’m-” Y/N wraps her arms tightly around herself. “I’m ok.”

“When I lost Maysi, I lost myself. I tried to get it back, to get a grip, to keep pushing but I couldn’t. When you got reaped,” she breaks off. “When I saw my baby girl get taken from me I- I mourned you. I mourned you the second you got on that train and I never stopped mourning you. But you weren’t dead, you were alive and my mind, especially with the morphling, couldn’t comprehend that.”

“Mom, please, stop.”

“I know you must be angry with me.” Her mother tugs at Y/N’s hand. “But I need you to know that didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve any of this, you are so good. You are good and you are brave and you are strong. Better than I ever was or could be. And I’m going to be here for you now, if you’ll let me.”

Y/N nods, silently, brushing away tears. “Thank you.”

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The guilt grows, festering like a wound. Guilt over the strain on their marriage, guilt for their absence from their children. Guilt for Katniss, neck braced, in a coma. Guilt for Peeta, restrained, turned into a weapon meant to kill the only girl he’s ever loved. Guilt for Johanna, tortured and stripped of her dignity. Guilt for Cashmere, who lost her brother. Guilt for Madge who takes on so much burden that is not her own.

“He’s been asking for you.” One of the doctors from Peeta’s team catches Y/N in the hallway.

The voice is enough to snap Y/N back to the task at hand. Haymitch is with Katniss, such is their agreement, until Peeta feels more at ease in the presence of others. Triggering him is not worth the risk.

Through the observation window, she can see him struggling, tugging at the bonds. Two doctors are beside him, attempting to soothe him. Y/N enters the room without hesitation, fighting her way into his line of vision.

“Peeta.” She says softly, moving towards him.

His thrashing does not stop, but he registers that she is there.

“Can we clear the room?” Y/N asks.

“Of course.” The doctors nod, they too are at a loss.

Peeta’s breathing is so shallow and rapid, she fears he might be hyperventilating. His eyes searching her sadly, warily. “I thought you didn’t want to see me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Don’t you know what I did?”

Katniss. “I’m not upset with you, Peeta. I just want to help you.”

“You don’t know what it was like.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

“But Snow did stuff to you too, didn’t he?”

“Nothing like this,” Y/N swallows the lump in her throat. “I brought you something, from the kids; my kids.”

“I remember…” Almost. Memories dancing near the surface of a frozen lake.

“They made you this,” Y/N unrolls the slightly crumpled paper. “Sorry I smushed it.”

Peeta’s eyes well up with tears. “Can I keep it?”

“Yeah, of course, we’ll find somewhere to hang it up.”

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“My colleague, Dr. Maes, informed me that the two of you had a rather…colorful conversation, at the bed side of her patient, Johanna Mason.” Dr. Aurelius says, during his later session with Y/N.

“She’s not a good fit for Johanna,” Y/N explains. “I’d rather you see her.”

“I couldn’t possibly take on Peeta, Katniss, Johanna, Haymitch and yourself.” Aurelius explains, “given her condition-”

“Take me off the list.”

“Are you sure that’s the best decision?”

“It’s the only option I have.” Y/N crosses one leg over the other.

“Tell me why.”

“What?”

“Tell me why that’s the only option and I’ll consider it.”

Y/N takes a steadying breath. “You’re the best they’ve got down here and we both know it. This isn’t about being a lost cause, or a martyr. It’s about people needing you more than I do.”

Dr. Aurelius sighs, “I’m sure Haymitch will follow your lead.”

“I didn’t mention it to him yet.” The longing pangs in her chest.

When she does tell Haymitch, later that night, he’s half asleep.

“Whatever you want, Angel.” He murmurs, pulling her closer.

They’ve hardly seen each other. She feels the strain on his heart, tugging at her own. Y/N fists a hand in his shirt. “You’re what I want.” More time with you.

“You have me by the balls,” he scoffs, “Stop torturing yourself. Everyone has to pay the piper and revolutions don’t come cheap. If we have to keep going like this; for however long, we’ll do that.”

“This is enough for you? Five minutes to ourselves before bed, after being apart all day?”

“You’re enough.” Haymitch breathes, “you’ll always be enough.”

Just you and me.

————————————————————————

Katniss wakes a day later, clawing at the brace around her neck and breathing hard. The monitors surrounding her beep frantically as Boggs tries to calm her.

“Hey, Katniss. You’re alright.”

Her hands move back to the brace.

“Don’t, you’re swollen.” Boggs stills her fingers.

Katniss leans back in defeat, her voice is but a broken whisper. “Peeta.”

Part 21

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[charlunday]

i would love to hear all of your third toastbaby thoughts please and thank you, he sounds delightful 🥺

Ask and you shall receive!

I honestly didn't think anyone would be that interested, but here we are. This is my idea about a third toast baby.

With my ideas for all their kids' names, I like to incorporate plants and local wildlife. Brambell comes from both the plant brambles (blackberries) while keeping the structure of the name Bramwell. However, this evolves into the nickname Bluebell, which becomes just Blue (and also baby Blue). Angsty preteen Blue hates this and insists his name is Brambell, Mama.

In agreement with @paintedpeeta , I think he was absolutely not planned at all. He's very close in age to his brother, maybe just under two years younger. (Meanwhile, I think Everlark waited somewhere around four years between baby #1 and baby #2, since that's Katniss and Prim's age difference)

So the two brothers, once they're a bit bigger, are constantly squabbling and brawling. This is shocking to Katniss, who at eight years old wouldn't have dreamt of throwing hands with her darling four year old sister. Peeta, on the other hand, scruffs them like kittens like it's any regular Tuesday. (I think he and his brothers were closer in age, and therefore very physical when it came to childhood disagreements)

Outside of that, baby Blue is all about his mama. Katniss wore all 3 of her babies, but the first two were too squirmy to continue that practice into toddlerhood. Blue, on the other hand, is happy to cling to her back and whisper to her while she does chores. He's definitely the most clingy of their kids.

He's also the most shy! As he grows up, he stays quite soft-spoken, preferring to communicate in judgy looks (like his mother).

As he grows up, he also bears a startling resemblance to Katniss' father.

Essentially, Peeta jokes about how Katniss hit copy and paste with her genetics, and he still isn't entirely sure she didn't create a clone. Except for his curly hair! I think all 3 of their kids have Peeta's curls because they're just that stubborn.

When it comes to skills and things, I think he and his brother take the best to shooting. He's stealthier, but his brother is the better marksman (and is quite arrogant about it). Their sister, much like Prim, does not have the stomach for hunting. She loves animals too much.

And finally, once they're all grown up, he's their tallest child. I think all of their kids outgrow their Mama, but Blue is the only one that outgrows Peeta. Just by a hair. He's tall, thin, wiry, a good tree climber.

Anyway, thanks for reading all this! I think about him a lot, as you can tell. I hope you all enjoy him, too.

[mrsnancywheeler]

thinking about jealous finnick..🤭

just imagine reader was baking something with peeta and she comes to finnick showing the cute cookies and cupcakes and he thinks they are so good, his compliments are through the roof. but then she says "oh but peeta's is so much better i don't think anyone could do what he does" and everyone knows how in love peeta is with katniss but finnick's brain just doesn't register that. so he gets all defensive being all "i could do better" and reader notices him being a little jealous so she teases him further... but eventually she sees how serious he is😭😭 so it ends with "baby you know that peeta is madly in love with the one and only - girl on fire right? and nothing in this world could ever make me stop loving you" and finnick gets embarrassed and shy acting like he was just joking... but we know he wasn't

-🐚

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG EVERYONE PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😭💔

this is even funnier considering I think finnick can cook, but not bake, but he's also stubborn and loves to try. but you're highly aware every attempt at baking with finnick ends in a huge mess in the kitchen, eating the dough even though you know you shouldn't, burnt goods, probably a food fight with flour and batter on your faces and clothes. it just makes it even funnier when he tries to insist he could probably do better.

and finnick tries to act nonchalant about it even though he isn't and it's just hilarious. his little shrug with an, "i could" and when you laugh he just does a little pout, "I could, tomorrow we'll make something and I'll show you."

"Finn, it's like Peeta's thing. no offense, but he's like a miracle worker when he's baking. and it tastes like pure heaven."

and you praising peeta so much irks finnick because he'd never ever say it, but he feels like he should be better at it then since you seem to like it so much. but he's all cool and suave so he scoffs, "he's fine I guess. I could still do better."

and it's hitting you that he's jealous and you're leaning over the counter enough to kiss his nose and slyly smile, "I don't think you could, I mean the way he kneads the dough with his hands-"

"what's so good about his hands?" he's interrupting you.

"I'm just saying he's skilled."

"with his hands?" and he's crossing his arms, brows furrowing, huffing under his breath, "but you said I was talented with mine."

"you are!"

"but not as good as Peeta. what else did he show you?" and you would be offended by the insinuation if it wasn't for how pouty he was, he looked like a sad puppy as you crossed over to him, laughing slightly.

"finnick, I don't know if you've noticed but he does happen to be madly in love with the girl on fire, and even if he wasn't, which he is. I happen to be madly in love with someone else."

"who?" he's still pouting and you pause from the kisses you'd started peppering on his hands.

"you, finnick, I'm in love with you! like obsessed with you, and your hands, and your eyes, and your laugh, and the pout you do, and the way you make me sit down when you cook so you can look at me, and the way you bring knick-knacks home, I'm so in love with you it's insane."

and he's trying to hide the fact he blushing, "well, yeah, I knew that. of course I knew that." and he pauses for a second before his eyes basically bug out as he rushes out, "and I love you too! in all the same ways! well I guess not really all the same- you know what I mean, but I mean, I just-"

"I know, finnick, I know."

[a-aexotic]

hi can i request a katniss x fem! reader imagine angst + comfort :))

hi love! ofc i can, i hope u enjoyed it<3

a/n: this is set at the end of mockingjay part 2 when katniss breaks down after seeing prims cat !! this scene made me breakdown with her it looked so real, idk how jennifer never got an oscar for this scene

c/w: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!!!!! your heart will break, glass breaking, mental breakdown, crying, idk if theres more but dw it's a fluffy ending

The death of Primrose Everdeen was the worst thing to ever happen to Katniss.

Katniss tried and tried again to protect her all for her to die in the very end. All her best efforts had ended in vain; she had finally lost the one person she wholeheartedly loved. The one person who reminded her of innocence.

It was hard for you to see Katniss bottle up her feelings. It had been a few days since you both had come back to District 12 in the Victor's Village.

Katniss had not opened up one bit but you weren't surprised. You've know Katniss your entire life and you knew she thought that emotion was 'weakness'. She also know you had loses as well; she wanted to be the strong one.

You were both sitting on the couch; you were reading whilst Katniss was staring blank ahead, seemingly in deep thought.

"Katniss."

She didn't look your way. You slowly touched her hand, startling her before she sighed.

"Katniss, how are you... how are you feeling?" You whispered. You'd been holding off this question since you'd gotten home. You didn't want to suffocate her and she needed time. But you were worried.

"Fine, Y/N. Just tired." She said, her voice monotone. You looked unconvinced but she gave you a tired smile. You sighed and nodded.

"Okay, you can take a nap. I'll be right upstairs, okay?"

She nodded as you walked away and she took you up on that offer, falling asleep on the couch.

Not even 5 minutes go by and she hears some clattering in the kitchen. She got up slowly, walking into the kitchen and Prim's cat, Buttercup.

Her heart dropped, her body becoming suddenly tense as she looked at the cat. It meowed.

"She's gone." Katniss said sternly. The cat meowed again, making Katniss become upset. "Get out."

"Get out! She's gone!" Katniss had become overwhelmed with emotion, taking a glass and throwing at the orange cat. "Prim is gone!"

You heard the shouts from downstairs, making you jump and you ran downstairs, your heart beating fast and you feel like you're back in the war again. You saw Katniss throwing the glass and you ran to her.

"Katniss!"

She ignored you, taking another glass and throwing it at the cat. "She's dead! And she's not coming back!" She screamed, her eyes and face red with emotion at this point. You tried your best to hold back a sob as you saw your lover in so much pain.

You grabbed her arm as she screamed, "Get out! Get out!"

The cat, surprisingly, was still in the house, stubborn. She immediately leaned on the counter as she sobbed. You grabbed her shoulder and she turned around, leaning into you as she sobbed harder and harder.

You put a hand on her face, watching as her lips tremble and her eyes puffy with tears. You embraced her tightly, caressing her hair slowly as you shushed her. "I'm here, I'm here, it's okay. I'm here, I'm with you."

Your presence calmed her as she took some deep breathes. "You're safe with me honey, don't worry. I'm here. You don't have to be brave with me, okay?"

She moved her face into your neck, sniffling as she embraced you. You felt her calm more and more as her breathing became more normal. You kissed her head comfortingly. "I love you, Kitty."

She let of your embrace, looking back at the orange act, her lips trembling once more.

She started petting it as it meowed again, leaning into her touch. She then grabbed it, hugging it as she started to cry once more. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You then turned her around, grabbing her face and wiping her tears with your finger. "You didn't do anything wrong."

She knew that you didn't mean with just with the cat. She knew that you knew that she felt guilty for Prim's death. As she surveyed your face and your eyes, she was suddenly met with an intense feeling of gratefulness.

She was thankful for whatever higher power had sent you to her. She knew that she wouldn't have survived with you. She leaned in, pressing her lips against yours in a tight kiss.

"I love you." She whispered. You smiled as you looked down and pet Buttercup, looking back up at Katniss.

"I love you, too, Kitty."

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

A/N- My silly little post about Katniss and a stowaway kitten seemed to tickle everyone's fancy, including mine XD. This little ficlet begged to written. Enjoy! Also, anyone who guesses what inspired the dialouge in the middle gets to be right about their guess!

Honey, The Subborn Kitten

"Come on, just—Arrgh!" Katniss exhales all her air as the cat wriggles successfully out of her arms, walking with its yellow tail held high back into the house. She doesn't know what the score looks like exactly, but she concludes that the little white and yellow cat has won the war—for now, at least.

Following back into the living room with a scowl, the little female kitten stops batting at Buttercup's tail, bounds over to her, and weaves between her legs. Observing her, she crosses her arms. The only conclusion she could make was that Buttercup decided to bring her the most stubborn of whatever litter of kittens he'd fathered. It was the only explanation this kitten was so bent on staying.

Reluctantly, she bends down with a smaller sigh and scratches under her chin to give the tiny thing what she wants.

On top of encouraging the kitten, it's double the mistake as Peeta spies her moment of affection.

"I think you like her."

"No-"

"I think you're ready to name her." He says in a sing-song voice.

"No, I've just tried anything short of drowning the thing." The kitten successfully climbs into her arms and promptly makes a toy of her braid. "I'll bring her to the Hob tomorrow. One of the littles will be besotted with her."

No one is convinced, including the kitten who doesn't take her attention off her.

Peeta just chuckles and returns to drawing until she, with the kitten in tow, comes to sit at the end of the couch he was relaxing on. As she passes, Peeta slowly offers her his hand, and it's her turn to snicker when it makes the young cat react like he smells of death before finding a place on her lap. Katniss melts and, once again, she gives in and pets her. The purring breaks down the last defense. How Buttercup could create such a sweet, loving creature Katniss isn't sure- but she knows somehow that was the case.

She does rationalize it with the idea that perhaps a new mouser around wouldn't be the worst thing. And she brings in plenty of entrails anyway to divide between her and Buttercup.

"Honey."

Peeta gives her a curious look.

"If she is going to stay, she should have a name. Honey seems appropriate."

[fyreflys]

What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children?

How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter?

How many years apart between them in age?

Your headcanon for their name?

Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent?

Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic.

Thank you :)

@curiousthg

OH BOI BABAY. This has been sitting in my inbox for a while & I’m finally getting to it.

I have a LOT to say about the toast babies. Katniss and Peeta have them when they are 24 or 26 (not 25- don’t ask me why, I don’t know). Their names are Willow and Rowan (or Rye, which I Think Suzanne said somewhere that was the official name for their son. I like both).

Willow is born first. Willow as in a willow tree, (Also from the story of the Willow that Katniss’s dad tells her-unless I’m totally just making that up) which often are seen as a symbol of new life, regrowth, overcoming hardships, and sometimes for peace. I think all of these qualities exhibit important aspects of Katniss and Peeta’s story.

She has long blond curls, her father’s freckles, her mother’s eyes and smile, and she constantly reminds Katniss of Prim. She’ll make facial expressions, or say or do things that remind Katniss so much of Prim, and it will make her miss her sister, but also make her happy that her sister is clearly living on through her daughter. She inherits Peeta’s drawing/artistic abilities, but she’s also really good at gardening and knowing plants/herbs and stuff (she’s definitely a future doctor). She’s just as stubborn and hard headed as her parents, and when she puts her mind to something she GETS THAT SHIT DONE! She’s also a massive sweetheart and VERY charming, just like her daddy. She’s also a decent singer, but she doesn’t like to do it often.

Rowan is born 1.5-2.5 years after Willow. I like this name for a LOT of reasons, and that’s why I chose it as their first son’s name in my Everlark fic. Rowan trees are in the Rosaceae family (aka, the ROSE family- kind of a tribute to Prim), and are in a lot of Celtic/norse/British isles religions. It often stands for protection (usually against supernatural forces in many religions), and were often planted around burial sites to protect the dead. They are also very hardy trees that can grow just about anywhere. Also, Rowan trees have berries…(thinking of their first games, & the berries…) listen I could go ON and ON and ON about the many mythological stories connected to Rowan trees but I will leave it at that. (There’s even some thoughts about them predicting the amount of snow there will be in the winter, or how bountiful the rye harvests will be)

Rowan has dark hair and olive skin like his mother, and his father’s blue eyes and smile and freckles. He loves to bake with his father, but he also has his mother’s ability with the bow and he’s good at hunting. He has a very witty/sarcastic sense of humor (he spends a lot of time with Haymitch), but a very kind heart. He can sing just as good as his mother, and he reminds Katniss a lot of her father. He also reminds Peeta of his brothers, in the way he smiles and his competitive nature.

POST MOCKINGJAY FIC RECS:

Swan Upon Leda [my fic on AO3, 74k words & ongoing, explicit] — the fic where Everlark aren’t together yet, Katniss is pregnant during the Quarter Quell, Peeta isn’t supposed to know but then figures it out, Peeta never gets taken by the Capital and hijacked, and they try to live their “happily ever after”

The Unrecorded Hours [by hollycomb on fanfic.net, 24k words, explicit] — Peeta is certain Katniss doesn't actually want him. And she’s enraged by the fact that she does. They’re both horny as hell but too stubborn and dealing with too much trauma to figure it out properly. Until they finally do. (Seriously such a good fic I literally almost cried at the ending it’s fucking perfect & so well done)

Sun is Gonna Shine [by monroeslittle on fanfic.net, 12k words, explicit] — Despite Katniss’s reluctance, they have a baby. (And it’s gorgeous & Haymitch made me sob)

[zombiekombi-if]

Care to share some facts about the ROs?

Yeah sure! Random facts out of the top of my head. (Because I dive into kissing/intimacy in this one, if you want more of a NSFW themed ask please let me know :))

How Ngam

How might act really above it all, like he doesn't give a shit about people, but he's secretly always giving provisions and equipment to other survivors in San Francisco. How loves being around people despite acting like a loner lol. If your MC ever comments on that, he will deny it. Immediately.

How loves hunting and will look up to an MC who's great at it. You could become sort of hunting partners together, also trading with each other and others. Think Katniss and Gale.

Your MC could kind of form a #vanlife with How. He's the previous (not the first) owner, and if MC is willing to be with him, you'll quickly become van-roommates.

How likes affection in private- (no pda because he will die of embarrassment over having feelings in front of other people) and he will go from Mr. I'm-So-Tough to soft guy who just wants more kisses secretly (and impatiently). Because he's too stubborn to say what he wants, he'll frequently let your MC take the lead, but don't get it twisted, How will be insistent on more.

He'll do so using body language in these scenarios, quick kisses and nudges into your MC's neck, but more in a needy, grumpy way, like he's embarrassed that he has to show that he wants more. Your MC could tease him about this.

Despite How not always taking the lead, if he can tell your MC is in a bad mood, he will give them one quick, firm hug, just to see your MC smile or feel better.

Dylan Chase

She's a massive worry-wart and generally kind of blunt about it. Dylan will constantly talk about the ways people can die, not just zombie related ailments but everything from having indigestion to emergency amputations. She's just looking out for your MC though. Dylan cares a lot, and she'll tell you as much, she's just kind of different about it.

Dylan is not really a hunter at all. She's done it a couple times so she'll be really impressed if your MC is great at it, but feel similar and relieved if you're both the same level. Despite that, she knows if she wants to be self sufficient from the PAA settlement, she's going to have to learn. You can teach her if you're better than her.

Despite Dylan seeming to be cautious- she's extremely positive and really believes in love as a healing power. So she'll constantly kiss and cuddle with your MC, lots of big, long hugs, trying her best to keep the two of you happy. She will absolutely take the lead and be eager if you're just as willing too. She loves random pecks on your MC's face, but she's also very pent-up and will take it out on your MC if you let her.

Dylan likes pinning down people. Easier to control and safer if she can be the one to make all the spicy choices, lol.

Dylan loves brushing her hair, so if your MC indulges her on this, and brushes her hair, scratches her scalp, the works, Dylan will probably never let them go.

Gloor

Gloor is strangely very talkative. Well, not through speech, but if your MC gives him a notebook and pen, he'll babble through written speech for ages. He'll tell your MC everything about his day to what he's seen, good places in the city for tech, people who ran from him recently (🥹) and how he's feeling. He'll ask if your MC is okay too, and it's almost like there's a small smile on his face when he writes that down.

Gloor loathes hunting and while he understands your MC does what they must in this world, he absolutely doesn't like talking about it. He has had too many bad experiences of people chasing him down, thinking he's the same as any feral zombie. He feels upset if your MC treats him similar to an animal of sorts, wild and unpredictable.

Gloor is so surprised if your MC is affectionate to him. Obviously he's not used to it- he only witnesses people running away from him, and if they get to care about him, they keep some physical distance anyways. If your MC tries to kiss him, he'll most likely stumble away in surprise, and quickly write a note in a messy scrawl stating "are you sure?"

He'll keep shoving your MC away with the note. It's not that he doesn't want to kiss your MC, it's just that he's sure you'll regret it. Gloor can remember being in love back when he was alive, and he doesn't see it playing out the same way now. If your MC is insistent, though, he'll melt in a shuddery, drawn out kiss, where he can't quite let go despite his lack of lips and expertise, and he'll realize what he was missing out on all this time. Then your MC might not be able to pry him off.

Gloor will be really surprised to find that your MC enjoyed it. Despite the way he's so clearly rotting and your MC is so healthy.

Alia Jacobs

Alia is great at speaking, and she's extremely extroverted. You get the sense she would be a great public speaker if that still existed. She's into pop culture, yes, but Alia also loves just finding more about anything. She's really curious and will ask your MC tons of questions about their background.

She's also full of trivia and fun facts. She'll share tidbits here and there- it's endearing when no one else has her knowledge or nerdy disposition to share these things.

Alia is also great at hunting. She knows about in theory- so she's genuinely to surprised to find her application of that theory being great. She can be a hunting duo with your MC- but they may butt heads based on disagreements of the "best way" to do things, if your MC is also great at hunting.

Alia isn't used to being pursued romantically at all. But she's very open to it, especially spending years alone in her cabin. She's a bit shy and not sure of herself if your MC tries to kiss her or be intimate with her. It's not like Alia, because typically she's got pride to spare, but in this case she doesn't want to be too out there if your MC ends up rejecting her. It's not like hunting, either, because to Alia your MC isn't someone she's trying to kill.

Slow, tentative kisses are the way to go with Alia. She needs reassurance that your MC is going to stay with her and she won't be alone.

Despite Alia being a bit of a blabbermouth, she will be happy if your MC shuts her up with kissing or other things during intimate moments.

[vasilissadragomir]

“I’m suddenly not sure if this is my birthday or yours”, this is literally the way a boyfriend talks. And with all the birthday preparations he was acting like a husband. Like babygirl, Katniss I love you but Peeta came back loving you more than he did before and wants to marry you.

I’m just imagining her telling Haymitch Peeta and her are family and him asking her if she knows that spouses are the part of the family that share beds and hug as long as they do.

this girl is so scared of getting married and yet when she and peeta are married for like a month she’s gonna be like…”that’s it? what’s changed?”and peeta’s gonna be like “that’s what i’ve been saying but you’re too stubborn to ever listen to me”

and i love that so much for them both

(also i hope you enjoyed this chapter of peeniss being ridiculous <3)

[littlemarianah]

Who is Katniss's favorite child and who is Peeta's favorite child?

haha this is a funny one .

I don't think either of them prefers one child over the other. but there is definitely a difference in dynamics between them.

Katniss and Rye are definitely hunting partners. Rye is very good at shooting arrows and Katniss recognizes this talent. She teaches him everything her father taught her. And Rye is a very shy teenager, the silence of the forest is the only place he talks about things with his mother. Which make them more close.

Katniss and Willow are too similar. The girl has a sharp tongue and can be very provocative at times. But what causes the biggest fights is Wiilow's stubbornness. When they disagree about something it can end with slamming doors and some time without talking to each other. Still, Katniss understands her better than anyone. Willow is the daughter with the greatest curiosity about the past and who has the longest conversations about her aunt Prim and her grandfather with Katniss.

Peeta and Rye: Peeta asks his son too many questions. His open way of discussing feelings bother Rye, who is very reserved about anything. They are better together when they are doing things which requires less conversation. Rye is very good at most crafts so it's great at making bread, also painting and wood carving. And it's also always Peeta who helps Rye get out of his comfort zone and overcome some fears. Like public speaking or fear of heights.

Peeta and Willow are compatible. They always talk to each other. Silly and funny things, but also a lot of matters from the past that Peeta doesn't usually bring up much. Willow has a talent for listening to others. When they argue about something it's how Willow should be a little more reasonable with her mother and how Katniss probably has a reason for saying what she's saying. Peeta, who decides to give the the book of plants to Willow when she grows up a little, he believes that she is ready. He sees a lot of potential in Willow and tries his best to help her deal with her anger in the most constructive way. He always says how similar Willow and Katniss are.

[realmermaid333]

Wyler and Everlark Parallels

As a Wyler fan and an Everlark fan, I notice lovely parallels between Wednesday and Tyler and Katniss and Peeta. 

Peeta and Tyler are both sweet, golden retriever/sunshine boys who are so babygirl (but also will kill you). They are a baker and a barista and are both little cake decorators. Tyler is a Hyde, they are artists by nature, and it is clear that his medium is food (he learned perfect latte art in one week and made that cake for Wednesday that looked professionally decorated). And Peeta just loves to decorate cakes, it was one of the only things he could still do after he was hijacked and it calmed him. They are both boys with complex relationships with their parents and who are greatly traumatized. They are also both enamored by an unhinged woman. And they have both been brainwashed and sent to kill their unhinged women. And Peeta and Tyler both look harmless and gentle but both are actually super strong with the capability to murder. 

Katniss and Wednesday are both stubborn, deadpan/monotone girls who are bad at feelings. They have hard exteriors and don’t give a fuck, and they are both deeply empathetic although they hide it and don’t show it well. They’re both lone wolves who struggle to make friends and they are extremely ambitious and won't let anything stop them from doing what they want or came to do. They both have strong senses of justice and in the end they both viciously take down the oppressive enemy. They also both have feelings for their love interests but don’t know what to do with the feelings in the beginning, and they both doubt that the love interests actually like them back. then they are both almost killed by the love interests after they are brainwashed by the antagonists lol. 

yes, katniss and wednesday are both my favorite female protagonists ever. 

i hope some of my fellow Wednesday & Hunger Games fans get it. Let's hope this reaches the target audience :)