Compromise
(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀
Summary: A little drabble of you doing Katniss’s makeup.
Warnings: None! This is pure fluff.
Word Count: 836
“Stay still–what did I just say? Stop squirming around!”
Katniss giggled, wiggling out of your grip. Your makeup brush left a nice red (unintentional) line across her cheek and down her jaw.
“Oh great, that’s beautiful.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you set the brush aside.
Katniss laughed too. “You really want to put that on my face?” She eyed the bright red blush with unease. “It’ll make me look like a clown!”
“A beautiful clown.” You replied. She smiled. “And I’ll blend it in. Afterwards, you won’t even be able to see it, I promise.”
“I don’t know. What is the rest of the look supposed to be?”
“Red eyeshadow, that’s all I’m going to tell you.” You said with a smug smile. You gently cupped her face, wiping the misplaced makeup away with your thumb. Her cheeks still remained pink beneath your touch. “But it’s going to look beautiful on you. So stop moving and let me put this on.”
She hardly ever let you mess with makeup like this, finding the feeling of too much on her face to be appalling. But after weeks of you begging, she finally gave in. Though she was starting to regret it…
Katniss groaned in protest but stopped moving. Having just come back from training, she was looking forward to taking a nap but you pounced on her with the earliest opportunity to fulfill her promise.
She couldn’t help but giggle again as you rubbed the makeup into her face with your thumbs, tickling her sensitive cheek.
“Y/n.” She whined, gentle hands flailing out to try to push you away. It was a failed attempt.
“No way.” You pushed her onto her back on the bed. “You’re staying right here until I’m done.” Climbing on top of her, you sat on her stomach and made sure she couldn’t fight out of your grasp. You grabbed the eyeshadow pallet.
She fell limp beneath you. You’d finally trapped your prey.
When you finished applying the eyeshadow and the eyeliner, you carefully glued a few jewels to her face, around her gray eyes. Then you sat back and admired her with a proud expression.
For a moment you wondered if you’d put too much blush on her face as she was now a bright red color. When you felt her cheek and realized how hot it was you snickered.
“Well, now the blush is too much.” You set your hand on the side of her face and leaned in closer, using your thumb to gently flick an eyelash away. “I’m trying my best to not make you look like a tomato, love, but you’re as red as one.”
“If you weren’t sitting on top of my stomach and slowly suffocating me I wouldn’t be this red.”
“I don’t know… I think you’re just embarrassed.” You cooed and she flushed even brighter. You leaned closer and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.
Katniss reached a hand up and blocked you from going in for another, eyes sparkling. “Come on, get off of me, I can’t breathe.” She complained and squirmed again.
“I don’t trust you, you’ll try to escape my loving touch.”
“Can we compromise?” She groaned with a smile and you felt the corners of your lips perk up.
“What do you have in mind?”
About 5 minutes later, you were sitting in Katniss’s lap, legs gingerly wrapped around her torso as you applied a soft layer of gloss to her lips. Her eyes were closed as if she couldn’t bear to look at you being this close to her face—or if she was just messing with you. When you spoke her name she offered no reply, playing dead.
You decided to make sure she was still with you.
You pressed a quick, gentle kiss to her shiny lips.
Katniss’s eyes flew open and she let out a soft noise of surprise. She blushed once more. “Now you’re running my makeup.”
“Now you actually care?” You teased as you applied a new layer of gloss to her lips. “There, problem solved.”
Katniss just laughed softly. She wrapped her own arms around you and flipped the two of you over so she was on top of you. Her soft eyes shone with mischief and her glittery lips were spread in a wide smile.
“You should let me do your makeup next.”
You laughed again. “No way. I still have to do your hair.”
“My hair is perfectly fine.”
You reached a hand around her head and ruffled her fluffy hair, messing it up. “No, actually, it’s not. Now I have to fix it.” You fussed with a mischievous chuckle.
Katniss sighed dramatically. She couldn’t help but smile and she leaned down and kissed you once more. She smudged her lip gloss again. “And that too.”
Your hand was still gently curled around the shape of your head and you tilted her head down again for another kiss.
“Maybe we should save that until the end.”
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One commonality between thg and pjo that I love is that both katniss and percy at the end of their series have the potential to gain power/leadership roles etc and they both refuse because all they want to do is go home and try to find some peace and happiness with the person they love
Like katniss could’ve joined up with coin’s plans for vengeance or taken a similar route to Gale and moved to district 2 for a fancy position in the government/military- but she made the choice to return home to twelve and build a quiet life with peeta
And percy could’ve accepted that offer of immortality and become a *literal* god- but he refused it and went back home to be with annabeth, his mom, and the rest of his friends and family
But whereas so many (if not most) protagonists have these kinds of 💪glorious✨ endings where all of their hard work gets rewarded with power/success/etc- both of these teenagers basically just said “I wanna go home” and returned to their remaining loved ones to find some happiness/peace with them
And this kind of peaceful, quiet ending is *so* important and special to me 😭🥹
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