#this one’s actually really cute guys

[friendship-ditch]

Your muse

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: Your girlfriend Katniss loves to read your poems, so you write one just for her.

Warnings/Note: None! As fluffy as Katniss’s hair

Word Count: 1386

The house was quiet with the new morning, the only consistent noise being the gentle patter of rain on the windows and the soft scratch of a pencil. Somewhere in the kitchen the sink dripped.

You were sitting at the desk in the study, notepad on the surface and pencil in hand. You were scribbling light words across the paper and humming softly. When the words stopped coming to you, you would doodle for a few moments until they came back.

The front door cracked open and you heard the stomp of wet boots being abandoned by the doorway.

“I’m back!” Katniss called in a soft tone. You could hear her walk into the kitchen and set something on the table, most likely some bird. “Y/n?”

“In the study!” You called back. Normally you’d get up and rush over to her but the waterfall of words was pouring from your brain to the paper and you didn’t want to lose it.

Katniss chuckled from the kitchen. Soon she came into the room, her wet hair free from its braid and her shirt a little damp from the rain. She’d discarded her jacket and cleaned up a little though there was a smudge of dirt across her forehead.

“New work?” Katniss stood behind your chair, her hands on your shoulders. She peered at the paper which you promptly covered and pushed away.

“Nu-uh, it’s not good.” You tilted your head back, looking up at her. The two of you exchanged a gentle kiss.

With a soft sigh, Katniss leaned against your chair a little more, arms sliding around your neck in a gentle embrace. “Come on.” She whined. Her fingers raked through your hair in loving strokes and she rested her chin on top of your head. “You know I love your work.”

“You love the final draft. I never let you see the work-in-progress version because it’s shit.” You said. You planted your hand firmly overtop the paper. “Plus, this one’s special.”

“Special?”

“Yeah.”

“Well now I’m even more intrigued.” Katniss kissed the top of your head. “Come on, come lay in the living room.”

With a roll of your eyes and a smile, you grabbed your notepad and followed Katniss out toward the living room. You plopped down on the couch and got settled while Katniss changed her shirt. Thunder had started to rumble outside and the rain was coming down a little harder.

You picked the notepad up and flipped to a new page. Nothing you wrote down was exactly what you wanted or nearly as perfect as you had hoped. You couldn’t show it to Katniss like this, not yet.

Katniss came back in a dry t-shirt, though her hair was still damp. She nudged your hands from the pillow in your lap and laid her head there instead.

“How was hunting?” You smiled down at her, setting the paper aside and tucking the pencil behind your ear. You moved one hand to stroke her damp hair, pulling a few leaves out and craning through the dark locks to work out the knots from her early morning hunt.

Katniss relaxed under your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“It was alright…” she mumbled softly, content under your touch. “The woods are slippery in heavy rains like this, I nearly fell into that stupid ravine again.” She chuckled, laying off your concern with a shake of her head. “One of my snares caught the pheasant.”

You smiled once more, moving your hand from the end of her hair up to her scalp, still stroking like you would a cat. Katniss let out a soft purr-like noise as if to play along with your thoughts and the two of you giggled.

“I was worried. I woke up and you were gone.” You scolded her in an affectionate tone. “Or… you left earlier than usual, at least.”

“I wanted to beat the rain, I wasn’t so lucky.” Katniss flipped so she was laying on her back and looking up at you with warm gray eyes. She reached a gentle hand up and brushed her fingers against your cheek. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“Oh, I’m pissed.” You shook your head with a teasing smile, setting your palm on the side of her face in return. You wiped the dirt smudge from her forehead. “No, I’m not mad. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Katniss grinned a little. “I’m fine. But I’d be better if you’d show me that poem you’re working on.” She said.

“Come on, Katniss, it’s awful.” You shook your head once more, gently pressing your finger into the tip of her nose, then just gently trailing your thumb down the side of her nose and under her eye. “Art takes time.”

“Nothing you make is awful.” She insisted, shaking her head. “Just let me see, maybe I can help.”

You both laughed at that.

Although Katniss was amazing at speeches and using the right words to motivate others, she wasn’t the best at using her words for things other than that, especially not art.

“Not yet.” You replied. “Patience, Katniss.”

“Ugh, you’re so stubborn.” She complained and rolled over to lay on her stomach again, burying her face into the pillow in your lap.

You chuckled again and ruffled her hair. You placed the notepad on her back and started writing once more, a sudden wave of inspiration hitting you.

About an hour later, you finally finished. You tore the paper out of the notepad and reread it with a proud smile.

Katniss, who had fallen asleep, stirred awake at your sudden movement. She blinked sleepily at you, those gray eyes of hers full of curiosity.

“Did you finish?” She asked, voice still hoarse from sleep.

“Mhm..” You scanned the paper again as if you were a little hesitant. This poem was different from the other ones you’d written and you were a little nervous to share it with her.

Katniss sat up and when you were finally ready, gingerly plucked the paper from your hands.

You waited quietly as she read it.

This poem was about Katniss. You’d written about her a lot in your poetry but it was never very obvious or clear, usually just subtle hints. This time you didn’t bother to hide it in the subtext, it was clear as day. Katniss was always your muse and you figured it was time to let her know.

When she finished reading the poem, Katniss set it in her lap and read it once more, then set it aside so she wouldn’t wrinkle the delicate paper. Her hand wrapped around yours and her eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

“Y/n, I..” Her voice caught in her throat and she blushed at the little squeak that came out through her lips. Katniss had a hard time believing others even tolerated her, so to read what was essentially a profession of your love on paper was groundbreaking for her already fragile mind that you’d so carefully put back together.

Your cheeks flushed a light shade of crimson as well and you couldn’t help but smile. “Is.. it okay? Or is it too cheesy?”

“It’s perfect.” Katniss managed to say with a teary smile. She wiped her face and then just flung herself at you, arms catching around your torso and face burying into your chest. “It’s… it’s not true, but it’s perfect.”

You shook your head, laying down on the couch with her cradled in your arms. “It’s very true. Every bit of it.” You murmured, kissing her forehead and giving her a tight squeeze.

“You’re going to make me cry.” Katniss whimpered as if she wasn’t already crying. She tore her face from your shirt and looked up at you, face redder than before. “But… Thank you, y/n. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You murmured.

Once Katniss settled back down in the warmth of your embrace, she laid her head on your chest and smiled. Her fingers gently played with the fabric of your shirt as yours played with the now dry locks of her hair. The poem you’d written now lay beside your book of various others and your mind was already buzzing with all kinds of new ideas for poems for and about your best supporter.

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