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i love you, i'm sorry

‘I’ve missed you this week,’ I say. We saw each other every day, but he knows what I mean. Endless hours to simply exist in close proximity with this person. When speaking as a form of communication becomes superfluous; we only need to look at or nudge one another to know. A handful of days living like that and I’m already hungry for more. For evermore.

tysm to everyone who’s read this for your patience and generous enthusiasm! it’s meant the world to me 🥹 i hope you enjoy the last part of ilyis!

special thanks ofc to @thesunpersists for being such a kind beta reader <33

final chapter out now

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ooh, but to shake things up, can I offer two characters? Burdock and Peeta, because I am haunted by the dynamic that could have been, and here is an emoji 🪺

I too am haunted by the dynamic that could have been!

Katniss was right, Peeta did sort of scare everything off within a mile radius, but there was something endearing to the wide eyed wonderment and curiosity that the woods bought him. Burdock also couldn’t say he minded the conversation that Peeta made as they winded their way through the trees either. 

He was a nice kid, but Burdock hadn’t really got to know him properly since Katniss had bought him home three months ago. So last night at dinner, Burdock invited him out with him to the woods this morning, leaving a reluctant Katniss at home for once. 

Burdock stopped in his tracks suddenly, bending down he lifted the fragments of a white eggshell and showed it to Peeta. 

“The nest must be around here somewhere.”

“Over there,” said Peeta, pointing to a bedraggled clump of twigs just off the path. 

“Good eye,” noted Burdock, “it looks like it fell out of the tree,” he told Peeta as the pair walked over and bent down next to it. 

The remnants of broken shells were scattered around the nest, but inside two eggs sat like precious stones, having managed to survive the fall. 

“We should take these back, let them hatch” Peeta turned to Burdock, looking him in the eye. 

Burdock opened his mouth to explain why wasting good food was not an option, but when he caught the sincerity in Peeta’s eyes he just nodded instead. “You’re right, before any animals get to them.” 

Peeta swiftly picked up the nest and placed it carefully in his empty bag. 

Burdock watched on, again perhaps Katniss was right, there was something special about this kid. 

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Funniest bit in Catching Fire to me is where Katniss finally agrees to run away with Gale and he’s like at last!! Katniss picked me! We’ll run away and live a life together in the woods! And Katniss is like great! I’ll go get Prim and my mother and Haymitch and Peeta. And Gale’s like Peeta??? And Katniss is like of course??? Wasn’t that a given?? Leaving Gale to deflate like a balloon animal

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we also hit 200 kudos!!! thank you sm!!!

i love you, i'm sorry

‘I’ve missed you this week,’ I say. We saw each other every day, but he knows what I mean. Endless hours to simply exist in close proximity with this person. When speaking as a form of communication becomes superfluous; we only need to look at or nudge one another to know. A handful of days living like that and I’m already hungry for more. For evermore.

tysm to everyone who’s read this for your patience and generous enthusiasm! it’s meant the world to me 🥹 i hope you enjoy the last part of ilyis!

special thanks ofc to @thesunpersists for being such a kind beta reader <33

final chapter out now

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honestly it’s probably for the best that katniss didn’t tell him anything of this at the time. he would’ve had a stroke

Not Katniss using the word delicious to describe a feeling connected to Peeta right after comparing her need to kiss him to hunger

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i love you, i'm sorry

‘I’ve missed you this week,’ I say. We saw each other every day, but he knows what I mean. Endless hours to simply exist in close proximity with this person. When speaking as a form of communication becomes superfluous; we only need to look at or nudge one another to know. A handful of days living like that and I’m already hungry for more. For evermore.

tysm to everyone who’s read this for your patience and generous enthusiasm! it’s meant the world to me 🥹 i hope you enjoy the last part of ilyis!

special thanks ofc to @thesunpersists for being such a kind beta reader <33

final chapter out now

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We have now entered the phase where it could be what we’re looking at is a five holes in the fence situation or we could be looking at something that looks like absolutely nothing but if we follow it we’ll find her standing in front of a butterfly mural

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i love you, i'm sorry

‘I’ve missed you this week,’ I say. We saw each other every day, but he knows what I mean. Endless hours to simply exist in close proximity with this person. When speaking as a form of communication becomes superfluous; we only need to look at or nudge one another to know. A handful of days living like that and I’m already hungry for more. For evermore.

tysm to everyone who’s read this for your patience and generous enthusiasm! it’s meant the world to me 🥹 i hope you enjoy the last part of ilyis!

special thanks ofc to @thesunpersists for being such a kind beta reader <33

final chapter out now

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @unnamednarrator and @thesunpersists so here's a fun little snippet from my Hanahaki MJ fic which is not very fun for anyone

"And did you love me?" he asks. I keep my eyes on the tiled floor. "Everyone says I did." The dandelion petals inflaming my throat mock me with their truth. "Everyone says that's why Snow had you tortured. To break me." "That's not an answer," he tells me. For a second, I miss the old Peeta even more. Only he would’ve found the words—would’ve helped me explain to this Peeta how scared and confused I was, how certain I was that love would hollow me out, leave me a living corpse. How I was right despite everything because he loved me and was broken, and I’m choking—on petals, on guilt, on every word I never said.

no pressure tags: @thesweetnessofspring @dandelionsunset1210 @notsocooljess

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WIP Wednesday

Hiya! Back at it after missing so many weeks! I was tagged by the lovely @unnamednarrator this week. ❤️

"Hard pass!" says Peeta, his tone falsely cheery. He weighs whether to keep it civil and decides against it. "I'd rather try my luck with the girls my mom's trying to set me up with before one of your loony friends. Johanna isn't fazed. It's hard to cause her any damage with such cheap shots, anyway. Peeta braces himself for a nasty retort, tries to guess what might be coming... But he's totally taken aback when she gives him a sincere smile and reaches forward to pat his arm. "Oh, Peeta. I think we both know you are my looniest friend."

Tagging: @waywardangel-wilds @districtunrest @thelettersfromnoone @adsosfraser @mage-chocolate

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wip wednesday

thanks for the tag @unnamednarrator !

“If you jam, again, for the third time today, I bloody swear–” “I do hope the printer will not come to an untimely end tonight, Anne dear,” Joséphine says. “Not to your hands, at least.”

tagging @js589 (you know why 👀)

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wip wednesday!

tagged by @unnamednarrator 💐🩷

from my next chapter(s) for cruel summer:)

there’s a lot going in the following chapters, but here’s a fun lil tidbit that i deeply enjoyed writing:

Gale’s brow knits together in confusion. “So, you two are . . .”

“We—”

“Yes,” Peeta says with a small, smug smile, tightening his grip on my waist.

Gale’s expression hardens. “Well. Can’t say I didn’t see that one coming. I hope the two of you are very . . . happy together.”

“We are,” I say, deciding to play along. I place a hand somewhat possessively over his chest and take the opportunity to glance up at Peeta’s face, only to find him already looking back at me, an amused glint in his eyes.

no pressure tags: @16th-of-a-twigg @katnissmellarkkk and anyone else who feels like it!

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In all of Katniss’s fawning over how comforting Peeta’s arms are, it’s sometimes overlooked that they actually talked during those nights, too. This line here discussing nightmares and how that actually helped her—is most likely thanks to Peeta.

And this doesn’t just apply to bad dreams, here we have an example of Katniss sharing her good dreams with Peeta too.

I’m not giving them a medal for communication, but it is sweet to see how comfortable Katniss became with sharing all her thoughts with Peeta—and how she came away feeling better for having shared them.

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y’all mind if i drink bleach

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thinking about the great possibility that katniss was the first person to truly believe in peeta makes me want to fucking throw up

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I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Capitol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe.

Fortune forever smiles upon me to be the humble recipient of yet another @smallpapers master work. I would call it perfect timing since they sent me this as I was just listening to The Katniss Chronicles' epilogue. But anytime is perfect timing to receive a piece of most glorious work as this! Thank you so, so much to the Great Papers of Tumblr! Forever in adoration of this along with everything else in your portfolio.