#catnip Everdeen

[puffy-peachy]

Haha get it

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

anyone who still refers to gale as the prim reaper or acts like he’s the worst character in the series need to read the books again and take a class on media literary

[thehalfbloodfreak]

Imagine if Katniss’ name was just Swamp Potato

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

When the Rooster Misses the Dawn

So I saw this post from @triassictriserratops and asked if I could have a go at it, since I do enjoy writing some oblivious Gale letting his arrogance where Katniss is concerned lead him into accidental voyeurism. What can I say? I hope you enjoy and this cheers you up a bit, my friend!

RATED M for mild sexual content, accidental voyeurism, and brief mention of miscarriage.

Written in haste and not beta read so all mistakes are mine.

***

There existed only a handful of situations dire enough to wrest Colonel Gale Albert Hawthorne from his duties. Of course, his duties lay so far afield from home that word of the disaster took months to reach him. 

The news first took the form of a letter from his mother. He hardly gave countenance to it. Surely she must be mistaken, he thought as he read the preposterous claims. Katniss engaged to be married? Impossible. She and Gale had an agreement. Nothing official, to Gale’s great chagrin. He had meant to formalize it before he left, but so many other details had captured his attention. Ensuring his family’s security before he left, for one. There was also the matter of that pretty little blonde claiming him as the sire of her brat. 

He couldn’t very well outright propose to Katniss while dealing with that potential catastrophe. It had been costly but well worth it in the end. While the tidy sum and stern words he’d given the girl had hushed her, Gale found himself floundering for the words ample enough to convey his intentions to his true beloved when the time came.

He thought she had understood. No. He was certain Katniss had understood. She had no wish to marry immediately but would welcome a proposal from a good man she could respect, one who could provide her with security and stability, she had told him. Who would help her see Primrose educated and launched into society at the appropriate age. A man who would be a dutiful father to her children and a willing caretaker to her mother, should Mrs. Everdeen live to see her elderly years. Gale had been certain she meant him. Who else could she have meant? 

He had left home, confident that Katniss would wait for him to secure his status in the army. They would marry as soon as he returned home. That was his understanding of the matter. His mother must be mistaken. 

Still, to be certain, he had dispatched a letter to Katniss, laughingly commenting on the preposterous rumors about her marital status. While he waited for her reply, he dispatched his military duties with alacrity, even with enjoyment at times. And if he occasionally spent a small, token amount of his earnings on pleasurable company, no man in his right mind would chastise Gale for the weakness. 

The fact that the number of women whose bed he had warmed numbered too great for him to count did not signify. He consoled himself with the conviction that his knowledge of the carnal delights would only enhance his skill in the marriage bed. Katniss, he was certain, would have no recourse to complain if he could provide her with unparalleled ecstasy as well as a parcel of strong, healthy children.

A second letter from his mother reached him before any reply from Katniss. In this letter, Mrs. Hawthorne delivered the news that it was done. Katniss had been married a sennight previous to the penning of the missive he held in his hand. His mother had been in attendance at what she called a “lovely but rather hasty affair.” A quick calculation revealed to Gale the horrific possibility. The letter had clearly been waylaid. If indeed it were true, his darling Catnip had been wedded and bedded four months prior.

Gale denied it as long as possible. Until three days hence when at last a letter arrived from Katniss herself. No, not a letter. A mere note of five sentences. It too had been mislaid, likely due to the dampness that obscured some of Katniss’s already messy penmanship. Had she been in tears when she wrote this?

My dear friend,

I haven’t the time to give the news more than a few sentences, but indeed it is no jest. I write to you as a married woman and we depart this very morning for my husband’s estate. I have only time to provide you with my new direction. Write to me, Gale. I fear you would not understand our marriage and I could not bear it if it were the reason for the dissolution of our friendship.

Lady Katniss Mellark

Lady! So then, she had married a lord. Gale seethed at the indignation. She must have been induced into marriage for the sake of money. The security and stability she had claimed to desire for herself and her family was to blame. He had known that Katniss and her family existed constantly on the verge of gentile poverty, but had he known the situation to be so dire, he would have offered for her hand much sooner. Far better to be wed and separated for an untold number of months rather than see Katniss sell herself into marriage to a lord. No doubt an old, doddering fool of a lord, at that.

Such injustice! Gale raged for months, convinced of his righteous fury at the indignity Katniss must be suffering at the hands of her revolting spouse. To be forced to play nursemaid to an aging fool, and to then submit herself to his no doubt odious and lecherous advances in the marriage bed. No! It was not to be bourne.

It took days for the Colonel to untangle his affairs, both military and personal, enough for him to request a leave of absence. He wrote to Katniss at her new direction, providing a date she could expect him to visit. The journey required interminable weeks which he spent planning his strategies. How to convince Katniss to escape her horrific marriage, or encourage her to speed her husband’s journey to the grave. He would, of course, lend any assistance she might need in the matter.

At last, he arrived at the estate of Lord Peeta and Lady Katniss Mellark, Earl and Countess of Baecare. As he reined in his steed, his gaze swept the rather humble facade of the manor home. A place so quaint should prove no challenge for him to storm. A mere servant greeted him and as he gave his name, he was informed that Lady Katniss was currently indisposed.

“May I show you to your room? My lady will join you in the parlor after you’ve had a chance to freshen up and settle in your room.”

Gale agreed to the terms of engagement and dismounted. He had little enough in the way of luggage and carried it himself as he followed the maid inside.

The interior of the house impressed him even less than the exterior. He could not be terribly wealthy, this Lord Mellark, Gale thought as he examined the house. So simple and lacking in ostentation. Katniss could not be happy to have sold herself for so little. How exactly was this Lord Mellark meant to support Katniss, her sister, and her mother if he could so ill afford the luxuries of a wealthy home? 

He found his chambers serviceable but unimpressive. He had shared a bed with a courtesan whose chambers put this one to shame in terms of wealth and opulence. This house was no more than a country farm. To think that her husband claimed nobility with this shabby residence!

Gale freshened his appearance, and satisfied that Katniss, although he had never known her to be given to flights of romanticism, might in fact be swept off her feet by his dashing appearance, Gale made his way to the parlor to wait.

A footman offered him a drink and poured a glass of Scotch for him, then left him in silence to contemplate the room. He found more of the same. Serviceable but falling short of his expectations for the home of an earl.

“Forgive my intrusion,” a voice broke Gale’s strategic concentration and he turned about to find a man entering the room, one arm working a gleaming wooden crutch as he limped closer, an affable smile on his face. A young man, dressed in simple but fine clothes. A dark blue coat over an intricately embroidered, pale green waistcoat. His shirt and cravat crisp white and his breeches a soft, almost buttery shade of tan. Despite the man’s obviously deformed leg and limp, he wore gleaming riding boots. 

“You must be Colonel Hawthorne. Welcome to our home. Katniss has spoken so warmly of you that I feel I know you already,” the stranger said and stopped far enough away to execute a polite bow. “Please, allow me to refresh your drink.”

Gale stood there as the stranger claimed his glass and refilled it.

“I hope your journey was swift and untroubled?”

“A little longer than I had hoped, but no challenges I could not handle.” The stranger chuckled and offered the refilled glass to Gale. He accepted it and attempted to puzzle out who this young, cheerful man could possibly be in relation to Katniss. Surely this was not the Lord of the Manor… or perhaps it was.

“Indeed. My lady has spoken at length about how capable her dear friend Gale Hawthorne is in all matters,” the man spoke the words and yet Gale could not absorb them fully. His lady. Of course servants address their mistress with the honorific, but this man did not dress like a servant. Perhaps the lord’s son and heir, then? A cripple, how embarrassing. Perhaps then the aging Lord Mellark had offered comfort and wealth to Katniss in the form of a dowager title in the hopes of producing a different, younger heir…

“Peeta. You are not teasing our guest already, I hope.”

Gale found himself paralyzed at the sound of her voice. Months now he had dreamt of her and her lovely voice. Now to hear it addressing this man, so familiarly, he could hardly bear it. Of course she must act as required. Still, it stung.

The pain only alleviated a little as he turned at last and noticed an unprecedented pallor to her skin. 

“Lady Mellark,” he managed to say as she came forward and clasped his hands, presenting her cheek for him to rest his against. An old family greeting. He could hardly stand to feel the meager brush of her skin against his when he longed to pull her fully into his arms. But then she was gone, removing her hands even from his grasp. “It has been too long.”

“Far too long, and you are a wretched correspondent,” she declared.

“No worse than you,” he retorted and the other man laughed. 

“She does seem to demand far more in words than she is willing to return,” he said. Katniss turned her face enough to scowl slightly at the man, but he seemed unashamed and unaware of her expression. “But no matter. My lady finds her own means of conveying her thoughts.”

The only advantage to her ire was the flush that rose to Katniss’s cheeks, chasing away the frightening pallor. Perhaps then the man was not so oblivious, Gale considered, but had no chance to delve into deeper strategic observations.

“You must forgive my husband, Gale. He believes himself to be an unparalleled wit,” Katniss declared with a saucy lift to her chin. So then this was in fact Lord Mellark. Young and crippled. Not much better a match than old and crippled. Still, perhaps Gale’s plans could still work. He sensed indeed that Katniss would need them to work.

They sat then, and conversed, covering Gale’s journey and the other required topics. All of it quite banal as tea was served and sipped. Katniss ate but one biscuit, a little surprising given how healthy her appetite had always been, at least to Gale’s knowledge.

He hoped for some time alone with Katniss, to pry further into the particulars of their marriage, so that he might fine tune his strategies for extricating her from what was clearly an unfortunate marriage. He became only more convinced of the need to free Katniss from the odious union when she suggested that she show Gale about the estate, and Lord Mellark intervened.

“My dear, the Colonel has ridden a long way on his journey. Perhaps he might prefer rest. Or perhaps a walk in the gardens.”

“I can manage a ride quite well enough. I am used to long days of difficult work,” Gale countermanded, but Katniss demurred.

“No, my husband is quite right. You should rest before dinner. We shall ride out in the morning instead,” she declared, and Gale could not argue without seeming rude. He bowed in acquiescence but rather than accepting their invitation to walk with them both in the gardens, he declined and retired to his chambers.

Yet he did not rest. Instead, he paced his rooms. At one point, he lingered at his window long enough to catch sight of them returning to the house. Katniss’s dress, he noted, seemed to be stained in several places and her hat trailed by the ribbons behind her. Lord Mellark seemed oblivious to her shocking state and even laughed as she gripped the balustrade before slowly making her way into the house.

Manners be damned, Gale was ready to charge to her room when a servant appeared to inform him that dinner would be served in a half hour.

Thwarted, Gale fumed as he dressed for dinner. He silently fumed as Katniss made awkward attempts to draw him into conversation over dinner and ate little again. Was she ill? What had the bastard husband done to her? Gale wondered as he ate what he would otherwise deem an exquisite meal. The table seemed populated with all his favourite foods, a detail that he noted as a plea from Katniss. A silent reminder that this should have been their marriage table. Not Lord Mellark’s.

She retired early, leaving Gale alone to converse with Lord Mellark in the study. He used the opportunity to study the man as best he could. What little he gleaned only further convinced Gale of the man’s unsuitability to act as Katniss’s husband.

A third born son, not even intended for the title, who had lost his entire family in a tragic fire at one of their older estates while he had been away. 

Third born sons, Gale mentally scoffed, so needless and undesired as to inevitably fall into the dissolute lives of gamblers, wastrels, amoral spendthrifts, and seducers of innocent maidens and opera singers. Gale wondered then if Katniss’s clearly declining health were due to the obvious unhappiness of her marriage or to something more sinister. Perhaps Mellark had infected her with some terrible venereal disease!

The idea gave him pause, but no. His love for Katniss transcended such petty matters. He would not punish her for her husband’s cruelty in inflicting such a disease on her. Gale would love her regardless, passionately even, and in every sense of the word. As soon as they were free of her husband.

Even if a venereal disease were not the culprit, Katniss could not be happy saddled with a crippled husband. Gale knew how she disliked dealing with injuries, suffering from queasiness at the mere discussion of her mother’s skills as a healer. Perhaps this was it then! Of course Katniss was constantly ill around her husband. He was permanently injured and she required to face such an injury each time he demanded his marital rights in her bed.

Gale continued to fume and build a case against her husband. When he spotted Katniss fingering a faintly tarnished trinket hanging on a chain around her neck, he formed the theory that Lord Mellark, as a third son, was ill equipped to handle the fortune entrusted to him. Yes, that must be the reason for the modesty of their home, and the gold locket perhaps the only bit of finery left to Katniss that had not yet been sold to pay for her husband’s debts. 

No matter. Gale would shower her with jewels, if she would have them, once they were free of her husband. If she would accept them, of course. Katniss had always hated the pompousness that came with wealth and the ostentation that seemed to flow from every thread of the lives of the wealthy, and even from their pores.

As the days passed, Gale only became more convinced of the need to free Katniss from her marriage. Because despite all the mounting evidence that Lorn Mellark must be the worst sort of husband for Katniss, and that she must be genuinely miserable in her marriage, Gale could not help but like the man.

Damn his eyes! Lord Mellark projected a character so opposite to what Gale knew he must truly be. The devious man made it nearly impossible to hate him. Until Gale recalled the privileges Lord Mellark enjoyed beneath Katniss’s skirts.

He had his strategy prepared, even allowing for the fact that they would need to make haste to retrieve her sister and mother, in order to protect them from Lord Mellark’s wrath and retribution once he realized Gale had spirited away his wife.

Finally, Katniss’s health seemed to improve, and on a night when she declared herself to be famished and then consumed a prodigious amount of food, Gale decided it was time to enact his plan. He suffered through the after dinner pleasantries, although he did fully enjoy the delights of Katniss’s singing. He’d never known her to have such a sweet, melodious singing voice, and he realized that he had never heard her sing before this night. 

Her voice seemed to take wing and soar about the room, and he was awash in emotion, so overcome that he hardly noticed her husband’s clumsy playing of the pianoforte in accompaniment to her song, nor did he countenance the small gesture of Lord Mellark grasping her hand and lifting it to his mouth for a soft kiss after the song had ended.

Katniss shivered in revulsion, and begged leave to retire shortly afterwards. That was all that mattered to Gale. Tonight, he would go to her and declare himself and his intentions. A sneak attack in her chambers, although he fully expected her to fall weeping into his arms in gratitude.

Perhaps not weeping, he amended as he grimaced and dismissed the servant. He packed his belongings then and waited, tracking the moon’s progress across the sky until the hour when he could be certain Lord Mellark slumbered in his bed.

***

Katniss sat at her vanity, brushing her hair. Her eyes fixed unwaveringly on the reflection in the mirror. On the open door behind her that led to her husband’s rooms. She despised this concession to wealth and nobility in their house. She had in fact been meaning to remedy the odious arrangements of their rooms since they first arrived. But the excitement and anticipation of waiting for him each night had provided a thrilling and diverting distraction for far longer than she had expected. And then the baby. The one she had lost.

She nearly began weeping again thinking of the babe, but no. She lifted her chin and forced herself to appear serene. It would not do to have Peeta see her in tears. He had been delaying this night far longer than she desired, far longer than the doctor had recommended, at first out of concern for her health, and then out of concern for her broken heart.

Tonight, she would wait no more. Peeta would return to her bed or she would march to his room and seduce him. But he would not ignore her summons. Of that she was certain. She had sent him a note. His precious words he always begged from her lips, although he wielded them far better than she ever hoped to do.

Come to my bed, husband, or suffer my wrath come the morning. Love me again.

With all my heart, body, and soul,

Katniss

Perhaps a bit pathetic, but she was desperate. Having Gale in the house only increased her frustration since Peeta seemed overly conscious of setting her childhood friend at ease. He had barely touched her this past fortnight and she was half starved and out of her mind with need for all the small intimacies she’d grown accustomed to receiving from him. That was why she’d nearly combusted and simultaneously melted into a puddle at his feet when he kissed her hand after she sang tonight.

Damn him and his sense of hospitality. She would have him tonight and have him fully. If she moaned loud enough to bring the rafters down on Gale’s head in the guest room down the hall, then so be it.

At last, she saw him filling the doorway, leaning against the frame as he gazed on her, a familiar and achingly welcome heat and longing burning in his blue eyes. She controlled her breathing as best she could, but her heart she could not command. It raced with excitement. With love.

It had taken her far too long to admit it to herself, but once she had, her heart seemed intent on making up for her slow awareness of her emotions, inundating her entire being with passion and love for this man. Even now after months of marriage, she yearned for him.

“You commanded my presence, my lady,” he murmured and Katniss shivered again, this time at the dark intimacy in his voice. The velvety promise in his tone. Her knees shook as she stood and she strode across the room, uncertain she would make it to the bed before she collapsed.

“And you were wise to heed my command, my lord.”

He smiled at her sassy retort and met her there, beside the bed. She stared at his chest, both of them breathing heavily, the air pulsing with anticipation. He leaned his crutch against the bed and cupped her cheeks in his warm, broad palms. She leaned into his touch letting his familiar, beloved scent wash over her.

“Katniss, my love,” he murmured, sounding almost in pain. It satisfied her to know he had felt the denial of their love as deeply as she had. It soothed her irritation at him enough to spur her into action. Katniss lifted her face to his, and rose onto her toes, opening her eyes only for a moment, so that she might see the hungry expression in his blue eyes before their lips met.

***

Gale paused outside the door and smiled to himself. His silent tread, developed through years of hunting beside his father -- a gamesman to a lord -- and then through years as a soldier, had come in useful tonight. He had arrived at Katniss’s chamber door undetected. He pressed his ear to the closed panel. No sounds within, but just as he reached for the door handle, a loud clatter sounded inside followed by a swift curse in a man’s voice and a feminine giggle.

A giggle?

Never in his life had Gale known Katniss to giggle. He pressed his ear more firmly to the seam between the double doors and listened. Silence again. Still, he waited. He could be patient. His quarry lay within and he would not be denied victory this night.

When the clock down the hall began to strike the hour, he used the sound to mask his knock. A mere light rap. Likely not enough to wake Katniss, but he must try the polite approach before he intruded. He reached again for the door handle, but when he pushed down, nothing happened. 

Locked!

Steeling himself, he curled his hand into a fist and prepared to knock again. A little louder this time, he thought, but then a new sound reached his ears. It sounded… yes it sounded like moaning. Was Katniss injured? He tried the handle again to no avail and dropped to his knees. He felt a little foolish using the keyhole to spy on his beloved, but he had little choice. He needed to ascertain the situation before he charged within.

With his ear to the opening, he could hear much more clearly. Katniss was indeed moaning, a desperate and inconsolate sound. But just as he prepared to stand, intending to kick down the door and storm inside, coherent words reached his ear.

“Peeta, my love! Oh!”

Gale froze. The sounds morphed and penetrated his brain at last as Katniss’s moans grew in intensity.

Colonel Gale Albert Hawthorne had warmed the beds of many women. Too numerous to count, in fact. And as he knelt before the locked bedchamber door of his beloved Katniss, the sounds within finally coalesced into something truly horrific. His brain knew that it was time for a strategic retreat as he listened to Katniss moan and whimper in ecstasy. But his body would not obey his commands. All he could manage was to turn his head and peer through the keyhole. To spy upon his love and watch in horror as she threw her head back on her pillows, her bosom heaving beneath her askew nightshift and her hands grasping at a head of blonde hair moving between her thighs. At a pair of pale, bare shoulders as he pleasured her with his mouth. The wooden crutch discarded on the floor would reveal her lover’s identity even if the sound of his name falling in sighs off her lips did not.

“Ung! Peeta, please,” she whimpered and writhed and then gasped as her body convulsed.

Still, Gale could not walk away. Not while Katniss smiled and hummed and petted his hair in the aftermath of her passion. Not while he could clearly hear the wet sounds of Lord Mellark dutifully worshipping between his wife’s thighs. Not when Katniss’s breathing evened out and she released a content thigh, opening her eyes as Lord Mellark rose up above her, and her smile widened.

“Now… now I steal your words, husband of mine,” she said and placed one hand on her husband’s chest, deftly pushing him over onto his back. She followed him, straddling his thighs and Gale nearly vomited as he caught sight of Lord Mellark’s disgustingly pleased and clearly besotted face as he gazed up at Katniss.

When she reached for her shift and began to lift it off her body, Gale finally broke himself free of the spell and stood. He stood there, blind but unfortunately not deaf as he stared at the door and attempted to refigure everything he had seen during his visit in this house.

And when the sounds of mutual pleasure within grew too loud to bear, Gale finally forced his feet to obey. He walked away, back to his rooms, his tread disconcertingly loud, but it mattered not. Who could possibly hear his retreat that mattered when his beloved Katniss wailed and sang her pleasure with such unmatched enthusiasm and volume?

[tbosassocialsandhcs]

i love your mentor social media posts!! they're so fun, literally going through your backlog of posts to read them all <33

if you don't mind thg/tbosas crossover requests- maybe katniss being a snow hater? she thinks she's posting privately/only to close friends (she is not. coriolanus gets tagged & is v bitter)

I DO NOT MIND CROSSOVERS AT ALL!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST

I love katniss so much, she is the most me out of all the characters so a lot of myself is in these posts, hope you don't mind!

katniss everdeens socials

swamppotato

swamppotato guys, Snow literally sucks. he put us in this arena for what? don't worry though, Prim, I'll be home soon 🫶🏽

liked by pitamellark, gale.hawthorne, and others

pitamellark are you going to kill me?

swamppotato @ pitamellark don't wanna, bread boy

pitamellark @ swamppotato phew!

gale.hawthorne Lock in, Catnip.

swamppotato @ gale.hawthorne I'm already LOCKED IN an arena, gale. chill

primprim_ I love you

swamppotato @ primprim_ I love you too

birdsbirdsbirds interlinked

swamppotato @ birdsbirdsbirds interlinked

swamppotato

swamppotato LOOK AT MY MAN. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAA AAAA AAAA LOOK AT HIS ARMS.

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pitamellark katniss! umm 😳😳 🫠🫠🦋🧡🦋🧡

birdsbirdsbirds downbad loser in love (- peeniss' number one fan)

pitamellark @ birdsbirdsbirds THATS OUR SHIP NAME!?!?!

swamppotato @ birdsbirdsbirds hehehe peeniss

gale.hawthorne .....I'm here.

birdsbirdsbirds @ gale.hawthorne and I'm in the photo. maybe you can be happy for her.

gale.hawthorne @ birdsbirdsbirds alright, drunk.

swamppotato

swamppotato I hate this all so much. take me home now. I even miss that stupid fucking cat.

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primprim_ stop being mean to buttercup!

AstridEverdeen Katniss. watch your language, young lady.

pitamellark soon, you're doing great 🧡

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peetamellark

peetamellark she makes me a real winner 💚

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eeffiee lovely young couple! 💜🩷💜🩷

liked by peetamellark

random.capitol.fangirl1 AAAAAAAAAAA EVERLARRKKK!!!!!!!!!!

random.capitol.fangirl2 NUMBER 1 EVERLARK FAAANNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

swamppotato my man my man my man

peetamellark @ swamppotato baby, wrong account

katnisseverdeen

katnisseverdeen Snow made me wear it. I hate hate hate hate him.

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random.capitol.fangirl3 wait, what's going on?

birdsbirdsbirds HA nice one, sweetheart

finnick_odair what if he sees this, katniss?

katnisseverdeen @ finnick_odair he's sending me to die in an arena, again. idc.

peetamellark wrong account, love.

katnisseverdeen

katnisseverdeen shoutout @ tiggy_snowy SNOW HATE CLUBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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random.capitol.fangirl4 guys, what?

random.capitol.fangirl5 @ random.capitol.fangirl4 idk either. @ PresidentSnow ???

birdsbirdsbirds I'm so proud ❤❤

peetamellark katniss. wrong account.

uselesswhinersson @ Snowlandsontop

Snowlandsontop alright smart alec. listen. you don't understand the half of it. we're more alike than you want to think.

katnisseverdeen @ Snowlandsontop who tf is this

tiggy_snowy @ katnisseverdeen Snow. but his teen account?????

Snowlandsontop @ tiggy_snowy I reactivated it.

katnisseverdeen @ Snowlandsontop why? couldn't you just use your normal account?

Snowlandsontop @ katnisseverdeen and have all of panem see? I don't think so.

tiggy_snowy @ Snowlandsontop all your posts are still up.

katnisseverdeen @ Snowlandsontop stalked this account, what happened?

tiggy_snowy @ katnisseverdeen documented twink death is crazy

katnisseverdeen

katnisseverdeen spending time with family!! alike dead man Snow!!

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peetamellark Snow found dead at 83!!!

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (63)

Part 1 - Part 58 / Part 59 / Part 60 / Part 61 / Part 62 /

Created: May 14th, 2024

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All I Know-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: “That is your mother, Katniss Everdeen.” Katniss and Peeta reunite under the most difficult of circumstances. Almost Paradise-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Katniss came to District 4 in search of herself. Instead, she found Peeta Mellark. Together, they find friendship, adventure, and perhaps love. A Man for All Seasons-loveleee (ao3) Summary: A year in the life of the Mockingjay and the men who love her. Ampersand - Fire & Dandelion-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: All of their friends are getting married. What’s a pair of single friends to do? A Simple Saturday-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: Chores, parenting, snuggling, and a few stolen minutes. Life may not always be exciting but that doesn’t mean it’s not good. Baby Steps-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: In the wake of tragedy, two polar opposites come together for one commonality, their Goddaughter–Viola Mellark. Based on the movie, Life As We Know It. Gadge. Modern AU. Backwards-lieselmemingers (ff) Summary: Catnip, you've got a couple of things to learn about having someone's back. A collection of Gale moments. Gale/Katniss, some Katniss/Peeta and Gale/Madge. Closed Doors-lieselmemingers (ff) Summary: In truth, what happened behind closed doors was more complex and intimate than she'd ever imagined. A collection of smut!drabbles. Cold Embers-lieselmemingers (ff) Summary: What is life without feeling? Adult content. fear is here to stay, love is here for a visit-loveleee (ao3) Summary: "The tilt of the president's head as he embraces her tells her that she's done it. She's held up her end of the bargain." Katniss, Peeta & the five milestones of adulthood. Catching Fire AU.

[bumblesimagines]

you have no idea the lengths i would go through to keep you safe.

i know i'm not supposed to have feelings for you, but i do.

you're not just my best friend, you're my... nevermind. forget i said anything.

Katniss Everdeen

you're not just my best friend, you're my... nevermind. forget i said anything.

i know i'm not supposed to have feelings for you, but i do.

you have no idea the lengths i would go through to keep you safe.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

You gingerly plucked the small black-colored berries from the bush, treating them delicately to not squish them with your fingers. The forest felt tranquil, with only the occasional hum of a tune of a mockingjay flying overhead or the soft rustling of an animal in the brush. There'd been a time when venturing into the forest frightened you but most days, you preferred it, even if it meant missing out on some quality time with your two childhood friends, Gale Hawthrone and Katniss Everdeen. 

But after the 74th Hunger Games, you'd begun to regret not spending more time with Katniss.

You barely saw her after her return from those wretched games where she'd been forced to go from an animal hunter to a human one. You believed in her, of course you did. You'd seen her ups and downs, her breakdowns, the way she pushed forward to keep her family safe and afloat. You saw the brave and caring girl underneath her tough and quiet exterior. She'd taken a risk with the nightlock berries, all to save a boy she hardly knew because he'd been kind to her. And in doing so, she made all of Panem believe the two were madly in love. 

Gale - after all was said and done and she was back home safe in 12 - thought it'd been hilarious. Katniss had never even so much as held hands with a boy, let alone been in a relationship with one. Yet, there she was, pretending to be head over heels for the baker's boy. Gale laughed whenever he saw her, even when she gave him that silent deadpan Everdeen stare, and teased her relentlessly over her fabricated relationship with the meek blonde. 

"I bet lover boy misses you, Catnip," He'd whispered during one nice Sunday evening while out in the woods. The skin around his hands and arms remained tinted black from working in the mines, no matter how hard he tried scrubbing them clean. "I bet he wants to give you a kis-"

"Shut up, Gale," Katniss had huffed in return, her cheeks and ears flushed in a soft pink. "You're going to scare the animals."

You hadn't yet figured out if it bothered you or not. Their relationship was fake, sure, but Panem believed otherwise. How long until they'd be urged to marry or have children? Would there be repercussions if they 'broke up'? Would the Capitol have them killed without the relationship protecting them? Those questions swam around in your mind as you finished plucking one last berry and plopping it in your bag.

Your ears picked up the soft crunching of leaves behind you, too gentle to be an animal but too calculated to be anyone other than Gale or Katniss. You tied up the bag and carefully set the berries inside of your bag, listening to the crunching come to a stop as you rose and dusted off your knees. You turned around, expecting to see a grinning Gale with a handful of game but instead, you looked right into the gray eyes of the Girl on Fire.

"Kitty Kat," You murmured the same nickname you'd been using for her since childhood, back when you'd seen firsthand how much she and Buttercup despised each other. Once upon a time, she'd roll her eyes at the nickname, now she smiled, albeit rather awkwardly. You hated the awkwardness, the distance, the uncertainty of where your friendship stood. She had a new life now, a new home, enough money to keep half of 12 from starvation, a new boyfriend. Not to mention, she'd largely avoided you the first couple of weeks of her return. You chalked it up to her getting readjusted to life in 12 but then Gale had mentioned how strange it was given that she'd been fine with hanging out with him.

"Gale said you come out here alone a lot now, with him in the mines and busy at home." She said, adjusting the bow slung over her shoulder. "I thought I'd join you and see if we can catch anything."

"We can wait til Gale's free." You responded. "He'll probably drop by before his date with Madge."

'No, I... I want us to spend time together alone. I hardly get time with you-"

"And whose fault is that, Katniss?" You huffed and the girl visibly flinched, eyes widening. "You don't get to ignore my existence until you want something. That's not how this friendship works. If you want to go back to how things were when we first met, then just say that. I wouldn't want to cause trouble between you and your sweetheart if that's the problem."

"You know nothing is going on between Peeta and I, (Y/N). It was for the audience. For the Capitol. Without it, I might've died, you know that." Katniss snapped, and there was that fiery temper of hers. "I had to keep my distance! I had to- to be sure you wouldn't get hurt, (Y/N)! You know how much it killed me to not be there? To not talk to you for weeks 'cause I was scared something would happen to you? You have no idea the lengths I would go through to keep you safe from the Capitol, from President Snow."

"Why would you need to do that? Nobody's said a word about the hunting, much less to the damn Capitol."

"Because you're not just my best friend, you're my-" She abruptly cut herself, the tips of her ears turning a deep shade of red. Katniss shook her head, her stare directed at the leaf-covered ground as her hands curled into fists. "Nevermind. Forget I said anything." She breathed, brushing away locks of raven hair and turning around to leave."

"I'm your what, Katniss? Don't do that. Stop leaving me in the dark and just say it already." You moved forward, cutting her off before she could trek back to the fence and go back to acting strange around you. Katniss refused to look at you and instead focused her attention on different things around the forest until you brought your hand to her face and forced her to look you in the eye. "Spit it out, Katniss. You know I don't like stuff like this."

Katniss took in a deep breath and released it in a shaky sigh. "I know I'm not supposed to have feelings for you, but I do. And- And I hate it 'cause if anyone finds out, who knows what the Capitol will do to you or my family or even Peeta. I was going to tell you on Reaping Day but... I couldn't. I didn't know what to say and by the time I did, I was already heading to the Capitol. Nobody knows. Not Haymitch or Peeta or Gale.. I can't risk it. I can't risk you."

[atac-agent]

Remnants of Ashes

masterlist

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1097

Summary: Gale Hawthorne, now a Peacekeeper in District 2, struggles to adapt to its ambitious, unfamiliar atmosphere while haunted by memories of Katniss Everdeen from District 12.

***

District 2 was a world apart from District 12, place of stone and metal rather than ash and coal. Gale Hawthorne tried to make this new district feel like home, but the familiarity of District 12's ruins haunted him. The bustling activity of District 2 felt foreign, the people here driven by ambitions and ideals so different from the grim survival that had characterized his old life.

Each morning, Gale woke with the sun. He dressed quickly, leaving his small apartment and heading out into the city before the streets filled with people. His role as a Peacekeeper was a pragmatic choice, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He told himself it was for the greater good, to help rebuild Panem—but deep down, he knew he was running from ghosts.

He was running from Katniss.

Katniss Everdeen. The girl on fire. The Mockingjay.

To him, she had been so much more than just a symbol.

She had been his partner in crime, his confidante, his closest friend. But the war had changed everything. They had changed, and now, she was a phantom pain, an echo of what once was.

***

It was a Sunday when Gale decided to visit the training fields. It was a place of order and discipline, filled with recruits who were eager to shape the new world. He watched them sparring, their movements precise and calculated, so different from the desperate skirmishes he had known.

"You're here early," a voice said, breaking his reverie.

Gale turned to see Lyda, one of the senior Peacekeepers, approaching him. She was a tall woman with a sharp gaze, her uniform crisp and spotless.

"Couldn't sleep," Gale admitted, shrugging. "Thought I'd come see how the new recruits are doing."

Lyda nodded, her expression softening slightly. "You still think about her, don't you?"

Gale's jaw tightened.

"Every day."

That night, Gale couldn't sleep. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence.

The nights in the woods with Katniss, the warmth of the fire, the shared stories, the unspoken bond between them. Those nights were gone, buried under the rubble of war and time...

He got up and walked to the window, looking out at the city. District 2 was thriving, rebuilding itself with a ferocity that mirrored his own determination. Yet, it felt hollow.

No amount of anything could fill the void left by Katniss.

Gale sighed and turned away from the window. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small, battered notebook. It was filled with sketches and notes, plans for traps and strategies. But between the lines of his meticulous handwriting were glimpses of another story— drawings of mockingjays, notes about hunting trips, fragments of poetry that he would never admit to writing.

He flipped to a blank page and stared at it. Slowly, he began to write.

***

Weeks turned into months, and Gale threw himself into his work. He trained recruits, devised new strategies, and worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of the district. He became known as a strict but fair leader, respected by his peers and subordinates. But despite his accomplishments, the emptiness lingered.

***

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Gale found himself wandering the outskirts of District 2. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the dusty heat of the city. He walked until he found a secluded spot, a small hill overlooking a valley. He sat down and let the silence envelop him.

"Hey, Catnip," he whispered to the wind. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I need to talk to you."

He paused, taking a deep breath. "I miss you. I miss us. The way things used to be before... everything. I know things can never go back to the way they were, and I don't even know if you'd want them to. But I can't help thinking about what we lost."

Gale closed his eyes, feeling a tear slide down his cheek. "I wish I could tell you this in person. I wish I could see you, hear your voice. But I can't. So I'll just keep talking to the wind and hope that somehow, you'll hear me."

***

As the seasons changed, so did Gale. He found solace in small things—a recruit's success, a well-executed plan, the beauty of a sunrise over the mountains. He began to accept that Katniss was a part of his past, a cherished memory that he would carry with him always.

One day, while sorting through his belongings, Gale found the notebook again. He flipped through the pages, smiling at the memories. When he reached the end, he saw the words he had written that first night in District 2.

"Katniss, if you ever read this, I want you to know that I forgive you. And I hope you can forgive me too. We did what we had to do, and we survived. That's all that matters."

He closed the notebook and placed it back in the drawer. It was time to move forward.

***

Katniss's POV:

Katniss stood by the rusted fence, the setting sun casting a golden hue over District 12. Memories of Gale flooded her mind. Unbidden. Unrelenting.

Gale.

The name alone caused a pang in her stomach.

His grey eyes, always intense, haunted her thoughts. The woods had been their sanctuary, a place to escape the harsh realities of their lives... their laughter, shared meals, and whispered dreams of a future free from the Capitol's grip.

Now, those dreams felt like distant echoes.

The fence, once a boundary she and Gale had often crossed together, now felt like a wall separating her from her past. Katniss ran her fingers along the cold metal, feeling the rough texture beneath her fingertips. Each ridge and rusted spot a reminder of times gone by.

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth. She closed her eyes, breathing it in deeply, trying to anchor herself in the present. But it was no use. Her thoughts drifted back to the days when she and Gale would venture beyond the fence, into the wild, untamed woods where they could be free, if only for a while.

She could almost hear his voice, low and comforting, as he spoke of rebellion and hope. "Someday, Katniss," he had said, his voice filled with conviction, "someday things will be different. We won't have to live in fear."

But someday had come and gone. The rebellion had happened. The world had changed.

[crabcanwrite]

Sour Apples

Angstpril Day 29: Inevitable

Words: 893

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Ships: Katniss/Gale/Finnick/Peeta/Cato

Warnings: a/b/o, implied rape, trauma

“With the new influx of residents, it was inevitable that the alpha-omega balance would be upset.” Coin had made the announcement herself, holding a small device in her hand. “There are too many alphas and too few omegas.”

Katniss tensed, grabbing Gale’s hand. She knew what this meant; they all did.

Gale squeezed her hand back and growled as Coin pressed a button on her device.

She called several names they didn’t recognize, and Katniss turned to hide herself against him.

“Katniss Everdeen!” Coin gave her a placating smile. “Please go through the door to your left so we can begin the bitching process.”

Katniss froze; the sounds around her became a blur as someone was pulling her arm.

Gale was missing; where was he? Warm hands were on her arm, pulling her back, away from that wretched door.

Everything was dark, a power outage maybe; she couldn’t see, she couldn’t breathe.

The last thing she remembered was a familiar scent, lime and something

“Katniss? Are you awake?” 

She could smell him before she recognized him: cherry, sea water, and clove. Finnick.

She opened an eye, finding herself lying on his chest. “Mm? Finn?”

“I’m here, princess, you’re safe.” Finnick leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “They didn’t do it.”

“I’m still an alpha? How?”

“Gale… he went in your place.” Finnick shushed a whine she didn’t know she was making. “He’ll be back soon, Cato and Peeta went to get him.”

Katniss nodded and shut her eyes, whining at the lack of pack members.

“Gale?” Katniss sat up as the door opened.

Clove helped Gale limp inside until he could collapse into the nest.

The smell of sour apples and dirt filled the room as Gale curled in on himself.

“What did they do to you?” Katniss sighed and buried herself in his chest. Cato lay down behind him. “You don’t want to know.”

“But—“

“Let him rest, Katniss.” Finnick lay down next to her. “It’s a lot to go through.”

Peeta squished himself in the middle of the nest, making a soft, soothing noise as Gale whined.

A different scent filled the nest, Peeta’s scent: pancakes and brown sugar and lemonade. 

“You’re safe here,” Cato growled. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“Promise?” Gale mumbled. The sadness in his voice made Katniss’s heart hurt, and she whined. “Promise”

“…thanks, Catnip.”

~

“Hey, Peeta?” Gale whispered once he was sure everyone was asleep. Peeta whined and opened his eyes, scenting him quickly. “Yeah?”

“Do… Do you like being an omega?” Gale tightened his grip on him.

Peeta thought for a second, “Yeah, it’s… great, actually.”

“Really?” Gale sighed and ran his fingers through Peeta’s hair. “It doesn’t feel great.”

“If it’s any consolation, I felt like that too.” Finnick spoke up from underneath him, wrapping his arms around both of them, “like your insides have turned outside.”

“How did you know?”

“I went through it too, well, the opposite, actually.” Finnick took Gale’s hand and kissed it. “It gets better, I promise.”

“When? I feel worse.” Gale whined and buried his face in Finnick’s neck as Peeta buried his face in Gale’s.

“It took me years when I was by myself,” Finnick sighed, “but it’s easier with a pack.”

“Thanks, Finnick.” Gale shut his eyes again. “Sorry for the reminder.”

“Don’t be, a good pack heals all wounds.”

Katniss’s soft growling woke him up next. Finnick was there, but Peeta and Cato had left.

Finnick smiled down at him and cupped his face in his hands. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He looked around. “Where’s Peeta and Cato?”

“Doctor’s appointment.” Katniss kissed the back of his head. “Are you feeling any better?”

“…I guess.” Gale sighed and turned to kiss her as Finnick buried his face in his neck, inhaling.

He wrapped his arms around Gale’s waist and made a pleased noise.

“I know this sucks, but you smell delicious,” he mumbled before Katniss pushed her face next to his. “You do.”

“If either of you says I smell like some ridiculous dessert, I will cut my scent glands out myself,” Gale groaned, reaching up to push them away.

“You smell like apples and nutmeg and forest.” Katniss pushed her head into his chest. “It suits you.”

“So apple pie.” Gale rolled his eyes but began to braid her hair anyway.

“No, mainly apples and forest.” Finnick twisted his head to kiss him. “Please keep your glands”

“I’m outvoted anyway.”

When Peeta and Cato got back, they both immediately lay down next to him.

Peeta whimpered quietly and hid his face next to Katniss’s, and Cato immediately stuck his head on Gale’s neck. “You smell much better, less sour.”

“…thank you?” Gale frowned. “I don’t smell like apple pie, right?”

“No,” Peeta spoke up. “Pie has more spices.”

“Good, at least someone isn’t sticking their face in my neck.” Gale gave Cato a look, which Cato responded to by biting his mating mark.

Gale whimpered before biting his tongue and turning dark red. Cato grinned and kissed him softly as Finnick leaned over.

“The first time’s weird, right?” Finnick grinned. “You sound good.”

“I think you mispronounced humiliating” Gale whined as Cato leaned down to bite him again. “Stop that, Cato!”

“Sorry, but you really do sound good.”

“Thanks.” Gale leaned over to kiss him before twisting himself to kiss everyone else “for everything.”

[catindabag]

In your Au in the future who is Katniss Nepo Baby Everdeen mentor who is also her duet for her performance is it Haymitch, Effie or is it a capitol student a descendant of Sejanus and Coryo and what is Katniss usually like other than being way happier and pretty much getting everything she ever wanted and needed

Oh, Panem, Horn of Plenty. The crack!AU Everdeen timeline is gonna be a mess.😂

Fortunately, Katniss “Nepo Baby” Everdeen is not gonna be like her super famous crazy singing rainbow bird grand aunt (Lucy Gray) because our ✨Girl on Fire✨ will have the same serious personality as her canon self.

But she’s also going to volunteer steal poor little Prim’s spot (out of spite and for fun) as D12’s official ✨Panemvision Female Tribute✨💅.

Unfortunately, Catnip’s greatest rivals will be Glimmer (D1’s youngest and fairest opera singer), Cato (D2’s hottest theatre nerd and rock whispering prodigy) and Clove (D2’s youngest broadway musical genius).

Moreover, Peeta Mellark (who whistles like a pro) will be Katniss Everdeen’s official “duet partner” because her extremely gorgeous Capitol Mentor, Seginus Cadmus Plinth-Snow-Creed-Price (AKA: the gorgeous grandson of Coryo, Sejanus, Festus, and Persephone) got stuck in a dusty broom closet with poor sensitive Philip Anthony Ravinstill-Anderson (AKA: the wacky socialite grandson of Felix and Androcles).😅

Nevertheless, here are some other interesting “facts” in this weird timeline:

1. Primrose and Buttercup (the crusty cat) are the unapologetically ruthless founders and leaders of the infamous Anti-Katniss Everdeen Fan Club. #antivolunteer #realroseofD12

2. Poor Peeta had to fight a jealous Gale Hawthorne (via dance off battle) in order to defend his “rights” as D12’s official male Tribute for the upcoming Panemvision competition.

3. Crazy Lucy Gray married Panini Panlo for fun. She also had a lot of kids with him for fun.

4. Coryo and President Sejanus are still madly in love with each other even after the birth of their 35th grandchild.😍😂

5. Hilarius Heavensbee is the favorite nanny of Sejanus and Coryo’s grandchildren.

6. Glimmer is a very popular opera singer in D1 because of Facet and Velvereen’s influence.

7. Rue can’t sing to save her life because of Reaper Ash (but don’t ask why).😔

8. Foxface is the “Hannah Montana” of her District.

9. Brandy is still a self proclaimed werewolf.

10. Sejanus is still the President of Panem because of Coryo, Festus, Lizzie, Felix, and Clemmie’s collective insistence. #SejiPieforlife

11. Tigris is still a fashionista cheese merchant.

12. Mizzen the Gremlin and Percy Price are still the ruthless rulers of their Pizza Palace Empire.

13. Festus Creed still dumpster dives with Coryo and Pup for fun.

14. Effie Trinket is half Ravinstill.

15. Haymitch Abernathy’s Capitol Mentor, Cassius Perseus Plinth-Snow-Creed-Price is the oldest grandson of Sejanus, Coryo, Festus, and Persephone.

16. Finnick Odair’s Capitol Mentor, Faustina Pleione Creed-Price is the youngest daughter of Festus and Persephone.

17. Lysistrata is still the proud leader of the SnowPlinth Fan Club.

18. Dill is still the Mayor of D11.

19. Reaper Ash is still looking for “normalcy.”

20. Lamina is still crying because of Lucy Gray, Coral, and Mizzen.

21. Half of Sejanus and Coryo’s children and grandchildren have “Complete Heterochromia” for some reason (one blue, one brown).

22. The Plinth-Snow Dynasty is still the most powerful and influential family in Panem thanks to old scheming Strabo and the Grandma’am.

23. Mags and Mizzen are cousins.

24. Maude Ivory is still busy selling and reselling popcorn balls with Mrs. Everdeen (illegally).

25. One of Sejanus and Coryo’s gorgeous sons (Cepheus) married Panlo and Lucy Gray’s youngest daughter (Poppy) because of ✨love✨ political reasons.😏

[nickeverdeen]

Katniss Everdeen study

Name: Katniss

Surname: Everdeen

Age: 16, 17, 18

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Asexual

Family:

Mother - Mrs. Everdeen

Father - Mr. Everdeen

Younger sister - Primrose Everdeen

“Cousin” - Gale Hawthrone

Nicknames: The Girl on Fire, Catnip

Weight: Unknown

Height: approximately 170 cm (5’7”) - based on book description

Eye Color: Gray

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Birthday: May 8th

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Moral Aligment: Chaotic Neutral

Element: Fire

Relationship Status: Taken

Love Interest: Peeta Mellark

Occupation: Hunter, Tribute, Victor, Mockingjay

Place of Origin: District 12, Panem

Current Residence: District 12

Universe: The Hunger Games

Weapons: Bow and Arrows

Life Status: Alive

Iconic Line: “Well don’t expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.”

Played by: Jennifer Lawrence

[planecrashjesus]

Thinking about how buttercup the cat is a representation of how Katniss views herself, another mouth to feed, a scrangley angry animal, but one who loves Primrose Everdeen and would do anything to comfort and protect her.

Thinking about the first nickname she gets, from Gale, being Catnip.

Thinking about her climbing trees to keep from the careers in her first game.

Katniss is a catgirl.

[rogueishly]

Catnip Everdeen...the cat on fire!!! 🔥 🔥

[ao3feed-everlark]

The 76th

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/n5ubOzl

by HowdyDoPeterMcCallister

Life in district twelve has returned to as normal as it can get after the war, until the Hunger Games are declared back in action and Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark’s daughter is reaped for district twelve.

Words: 2291, Chapters: 3/37, Language: English

Fandoms: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Willow Mellark, Rye Mellark, Haymitch Abernathy, Catnip Hawthorne, Pine Mason, Pod Perennial, Finnick Odair-Cresta Jr., Gray Snow

Relationships: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Gale Hawthorne/Other(s), Cressida/Johanna Mason

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/n5ubOzl

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ A Gale Hawthorne le gustaba la tranquilidad, la monotonía y la rutina. Y a pesar de ello, estaba seguro de que le encantaban las aventuras que solía tener con Katniss afuera del distrito 12.

Gale se encontraba esperando a Katniss para cazar en su lugar de encuentro, un saliente rocoso del cual, se podía mirar el valle.

—Hola Catnip —Dijo el muchacho mientras Everdeen se acercaba la joven y recordó todo lo que rodeaba alrededor de su apodo, lo que ocasionó que le brotara una enorme sonrisa al recordar al lince. También, él prefería llamarla así y no Katniss debido a que era su forma de demostrarle su cariño y era más original.

—Mira lo que he cazado. —Sostuvo una hogaza de pan clavada dentro de una flecha.

—Ummm… todavía está caliente. ¿Qué te ha costado? —La chica le preguntó intrigada. Gale había considerado llevarlo para ese día debido a la cosecha, después de todo, aún los ponían en riesgo a ser seleccionados. Él todos los años esperaba que no fueran seleccionados ellos, o sus familias, pero era una posibilidad.

—Sólo una ardilla. Creo que el anciano estaba un poco sentimental esta mañana. ¡Hasta me deseo suerte!

Los muchachos cazaban todos los días, esa era su rutina y luego, asistían al quemador para los trueques.

—Bueno, todos nos sentimos un poco más unidos hoy, ¿no? —Katniss no pudo evitar rodar los ojos, lo que hizo reír al moreno. Estaba consciente del sarcasmo de la joven y eso era parte de la personalidad de Everdeen que más le gustaba, aunque casi competía con cualidades mejores. —Prim nos ha dejado un queso —Decía la morena mientras lo sacaba. Era un muy buen día para cazar, para admirar a la imponente naturaleza, e incluso estar con amigos; y eso último, era lo que más disfrutaba Gale, en compañía de la morena.

El desayuno sabía mejor entre amigos. Pan con queso y albahaca, acompañado de las bayas, les ayudaban a olvidar la oscura manta que se cerniría sobre ellos en la plaza a las dos de la tarde.

Gale tenía un mal presentimiento sobre la cosecha, no quería compartirlo con Katniss, pero tenía que encontrar la manera de salvarse a ambos de la selección del Capitolio. Llevaba días pensando de manera recurrente sobre escaparse, pero a medida que el día de la cosecha se acercaba, Gale lo pensaba cada vez más veces en el día. Y entonces, se atrevió.

—¿Sabes que podríamos hacerlo? —Susurró. —¿El qué? —Dejar el distrito, huir y vivir en el bosque. Tú y yo podríamos hacerlo… —El muchacho recordó que no estaban solos, que ambos contaban con niños pequeños a su cargo, pero lo peor era que no los podrían abandonar o sus familias pagarían las consecuencias de su escape, por lo que se apresuró a responder —Si no tuviésemos tantos niños…

El muchacho no podía olvidar a sus dos hermanos pequeños, a su hermana y a su madre. Gale estaba en medio de sus divagaciones cuando Katniss lo distrajo con un tema que ni siquiera se le había ocurrido a él.

—No quiero tener hijos —La morena sentenció.

—Puede que yo sí, si no viviese aquí. —Pero vives aquí… —Olvídalo —El moreno finalmente respondió.

Fueron minutos de silencio largos para el joven. «¿Qué era lo que estaba ocurriendo entre ambos?», pensó. ¿Acaso esa era una propuesta o declaración de sentimientos entre ellos?... Estaba pensativo… no entendía nada.

—¿Qué quieres hacer? —Katniss le preguntó —ya que podemos cazar, pescar o recolectar. —A Gale se le había olvidado que estaban en su punto de reunión porque irían a la búsqueda de alimentos.

—Vamos a pescar en el lago, Así dejamos las cañas puestas mientras recolectamos en el bosque. Cogeremos algo bueno para la cena.

Luego de juntar una docena de peces, una bolsa de verduras y fresas, se decidieron a regresar al distrito.

Gale estaba seguro que los días de caza eran los mejores y más divertidos para él. Se distraía de la rutina de la vida diaria en la que su familia comenzaba a depender de él.

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Desbravando personagens icônicos #1

Esse é o tópico em que eu falo um pouco dos personagens mais marcantes da minha vida (entre filmes, séries, escritas teatrais, não incluindo animações e nem histórias baseadas em fatos) a lista estará em ordem aleatória, sem número limite, e anexo um monólogo teatral (meu) especial p vcs 📃✨

1) Katniss Everdeen - Jogos Vorazes 🏹

A Catnip é simplesmente uma das minhas maiores heroínas da sétima arte! Forte, corajosa e lutadora, Katniss é uma jovem pobre do Distrito 12 no filme (saga) Jogos Vorazes, que basicamente se trata de um reality show mortal. Entre muitas questões, Katniss se voluntaria para participar dos Jogos e inicia a jornada mais insana de sua vida. Ela deixa para trás sua mãe, sua irmã Prim e um melhor amigo de infância (e possível paixão) Gale, para lutar por sua sobrevivência na capital. Enquanto treina e se prepara, Katniss se aproxima de Peeta, Effie e Haymitch (menções honrosas) e uma série de eventos ocorre. A atuação de Jennifer Lawrence é simplesmente extraordinária, o que fez dela uma das minhas atrizes favoritas. Cada movimento de Katniss é planejado com astúcia e emoção, e mesmo que sua personalidade seja total reservada, o espectador desenvolve uma empatia e carinho pela personagem, torcendo para que ela vença os Jogos, e retorne vitoriosa para sua família. Ela ensina a importância de confiar em si mesmo, ter alguém em quem confiar, mesmo desconfiando, e a ter determinação para seguir o que acredita, independente das circunstâncias. Em um mundo onde a escuridão pode parecer eterna, seja a faísca que ilumina o caminho para a esperança.