#katniss and peeta

[daphneartist]

Real or not real?❤️‍🩹

[lovebeatriceplz]

[district-thirteen-intern]

Everyone in the Capitol: Peeta is so romantic!

Peeta, trauma-painting the arena floor with blood and flowers: I’m weaponizing love as a form of resistance, but go off.

[easier-thanlying]

Katniss canonically spends more time thinking about Peeta’s kids than Peeta.

[camp-jupiter-demigod]

If there is one thing that Peeta Mallark ISNT. It's a pushover.

In Catching Fire, he finds Katniss and Haymitch drunk after the quarter quell is announced, and he says, "nah, yall are gonna get your shit together" and then pours out all of the alcohol. And then makes them train like careers in the weeks before. the Games

I always laugh when people paint Peeta as a soft, innocent, almost a push over type of guy. Like this boy was eating Katniss up in arguments, making innuendos while on his deathbed, and beating up guys if they threaten his girl. Like come on now.

[ladiemars]

finally put to paper how i imagine them

[sparemoon]

Quiet cat gf vs loud dog bf

[xoxoivy13]

ELLE FANNING IS EFFIE TRINKET AHHHH

[highonhutcherson]

Every single fan art i see of peeta makes me think

"Yeah i get it katniss, I would have wanted that too"

another bonus my portraits of peeta and katniss bc i love them and they are everything and so very beautiful

[cephalopeach]

SROTR got me so fucked up im thinking about rereading the original trilogy

but do i want to cry again is the question

[shubertblue]

Guys… Just read the first book. I’m hooked.

[slaymitchabernathy]

i cannot believe we’re abt to see president snow at three different points in his life.

[atefingersdagger]

New headcanon unlocked: Peeta and Katniss call their children "Spuds" or "Little Spuds," as an endearing nickname

[psycheofaphaggot]

i wrote this like 2 days ago and forgot to post it so here:

i planned on doing a full reread of THG in chronological order now that SOTR has come out. so i started with TBOSAS of course, and then SOTR (my first time reading mind you).

and now i’ve returned to the original trilogy. and its so, SO horrifyingly bittersweet. yes, experiences have always been horrifying to read. but now going through it with the knowledge of both haymitch’s experiences, AND the connections everyone had to each other. It makes practically every page emotional.

SPOILERS AHEAD.

i’m gonna say things that everyone has already said, but this is what’s got me so far:

- madge’s entire existence. her making sure to wear nice, proper and beautiful clothing “just in case she’s sent to the capitol”. the mockingjay pin that maisylee hated SO much, made lovingly of gold from tam amber. the pin that she INSISTS that katniss, possibly one of her only true friends, carries into the arena as a symbol of her district.

gale’s demonization of madge’s clothing, upholding the hatred of each other that are pushed onto them from the capitol. that he KNOWS are pushed onto them and still does anyway. telling her that she would never be sent to the capitol. even though years ago, her aunt was sent to her death. a rebel til the end.

- haymitch’s entrance. effie staying as a part of his team. him seeing katniss a CARBON copy of burdock everdeen volunteer for her sister. something that never happens. as she struts up with her hair in a braid. like his sweetheart. her defiance triggering the crowds defiance, and immediately he says. “i like her.”

- burdock everdeen is everywhere. in the woods, in katniss. the fact that he taught her the songs, and he still sang to all the mockingjay’s. making her fond of them as well, making the pin mean SO much more to her at the beginning than it did when it became a symbol.

- otho mellark. his unbridled affections for the everdeen girls because they are a product of one of his closest friends. his friend that died. his promise to protect them. and the fact that he is dedicated to keeping them alive when katniss is leaving, with no other explanation than the memories in his own head.

i will say as a reread it does still kill me that katniss is never aware of the affections everyone in the district holds for her. but man, each connection rips me apart and they’re EVERYWHERE.

catching fire is gonna murder me

[halletheromantic]

You Are Never Alone | Everlark Post-Mockingjay | Part 1

When Katniss has a morning of sickness, she realizes that there’s nothing more important than the incredible support system she has by her side.

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"It's funny how your hand fits into mine so perfectly," Peeta points out. His right hand is firmly surrounding mine, and his left hand is kneading dough.

"Must be our mutual lack of food growing up." I squeeze his hand once, then let go, allowing him to better complete the task.

"Or maybe we're just meant for each other," he corrects, gently nudging my arm with his. His hands expertly shape the dough, which will become delicious buns in a couple of hours.

I look around Peeta's small bakery. It's ten minutes before opening time, and because it's Sunday, it will most likely be filled to the brim with customers: mothers and fathers stopping by to bring their children treats, or elderly couples starting their days with the goodness that is Peeta's baking.

It's been fifteen years since everything ended. Fifteen years of rebuilding, regrowth, rebirth. Now, we have open trade and transport between Districts, and each one has enough resources. That means people have the money to treat themselves to baked goods, but Peeta still charges them low prices. Mellark Bakery may be in deficit, but thankfully, we've got our Victor's pensions.

"So, Katniss, rye bread or honey wheat for you today?" Asks Peeta, his warm voice breaking me out of my thoughts. He gives me a smile, and the love in his eyes is enough to make my stomach flutter. Unlike 17-year-old Katniss, I revel in it.

I think for a second. "Honey, please."

"Yes, sugar?"

A chuckle erupts out of me at his goofy dad joke, but I cover it up with a playful glare. "They get less funny each time."

"But you love them."

I sigh. "It's like you're my husband, or something."

He takes my hand again, nudging the ring on my finger. "Or something. Now let me get started on that honey bread." Just those words make my stomach gurgle. I may have to cut down on today's pieces.

The bell jingles, and Vick Hawthorne walks through the door. Vick has been helping out at the bakery, especially after getting out of university at the Capitol. Peeta and I always ask him to share stories of his time there. Though we never talk about why, I know it's because we're both in such disbelief that we can go to university now.

Often, it's surreal.

Vick grins at us, but he winces when he makes eye-contact with me. "Katniss, you're not looking too good."

I frown. "Well, hello to you too."

Peeta comes back over to me and takes a closer look. "Vick's right, Katniss. You're a bit pale. Let me grab you some water."

"I feel fine." But it's a lie. My stomach churns, and Peeta can see through anything I say anyways. He brings me the water, and although I don't want to, I chug it from the top. "Why don't you go check on Haymitch today, instead?" says Peeta lightly. It's his way of sending me home, keeping me safe, while also bringing me the intention I need. I'm not very good at doing nothing.

Normally, I'd fight back, but my stomach's tossing and turning is at its peak, so I relent. “Fine. I’ll stop by the woods too. See if I can shoot something for dinner.”

Peeta kisses me on the cheek and hands me a plastic bag. I know it’s in case I need to hurl on the walk home, but it’s still a bit embarrassing. I quickly stuff it into my pocket and head out Mellark Bakery.

The soft morning breeze caresses my face, and the fresh air softens the turbulence in my stomach. Twelve is just starting to wake up. People make their way to their day jobs, and animals make their sounds as they awaken too.

It’s peaceful. Content. A reminder that the worst in our lives is over and we can live in peace, in love.

I make my way to the meadow, crossing over to the woods. The fence is almost broken down now, and I climb through my usual spot, the footholds and ridges flattened from the pressure of my skin.

Then I find my usual tree to climb, but there isn’t much today. I see a couple deer, but none through a clear shot, and the geese I find flying through the sky could very well be Haymitch’s—he was pretty angry the last time I accidentally killed one of his “children”.

So, I climb down and check my traps. Only one of them is filled, with a rabbit. I’m used to the faint stench of meat, but today, my stomach’s a hater. I feel bile climbing up my throat, and before I know it, the contents of my upset stomach are scattered across the ground.

I suppose the woods were not the path to go.

And I’m definitely annoyed. Today hadn’t been going well. I feel tears pricking at the corner of my eyes, and I want nothing more than to cuddle with Peeta. But he’s still busy at the bakery—and on a crowded day, nonetheless. Exhaustion droops my eyes, and I decide it’s time to go home and take a nap.

My footsteps are heavy as I abandon the traps and climb back over the fence. Empty-handed with nothing but my bow and arrows, I trudge home. I feel questioning eyes falling on me, but I can’t bring myself to meet them.

I enter my house—now also Peeta’s—in the Victor’s Village. Home feels like a warm blanket, and I immediately kick of my shoes, run upstairs, and jump onto the bed in our bedroom. Sleep overtakes me immediately.

“Katniss?”

I wake up to soft, strong hands on my back and the scent of my favorite bakery. I open my eyes, and Peeta is looking into mine with concern.

“Are you alright?”

I begin to nod, but my stomach begins to churn. Without hesitation, I jump up and rush to the bathroom, emptying my contents into the toilet. Peeta is immediately after me, sitting with me and rubbing my back in methodical strokes.

When I’m done, he wraps his arms around me, engulfing me into a warm hug. “It was the dad joke, wasn’t it?”

A laugh breaks out of me, but then it turns into tears. I’m never this emotional, and I hate it. This makes me cry harder.

“Aw, honey.” Peeta is rubbing my back again, hugging me tight. He peppers my head with kisses, and I chuckle again. “What’s wrong? You haven’t been feeling well all day, haven’t you?”

I sigh, squeezing his arm. “I don’t know. I’ve been exhausted and nauseous all day. But I don’t have a fever. You know the smell of my traps made me sick too?” I tell him, and his eyes widen comically.

“Your traps made you sick? No way.”

I roll my eyes, but give him a soft peck on the lips. “Not to mention I’ve been really moody. At this point, my mom would say…” I trail off as it hits me as to what my mom would tell me. These are pregnancy symptoms.

My heart begins to rush.

[easier-thanlying]

I just realized I can never ship Katniss and Peeta harder than Suzanne Collins :/