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Anger boiled from her words. Sharp and somehow so cold they burned. He hadn't told anyone how he felt about his station. Hadn't put it into words the way the stage and the cameras and the eyes of Panem all on him were just another Hunger Games. He thought them enough. He treated it just the same. Charming as ever on camera. Plotting where he could off. Keeping enemies close enough to be an ally and within striking distance when the time was right.

Only other victors would ever understand the comparison to the arena, but none would say it. It was just a look, a nod of reverence and quiet understanding. But Katniss, she said it fully, abrasive but unabashed. He couldn't deny her. Couldn't sway her opinion, because the truth of it all, is she was right.

Peeta felt the way her body went rigid at his touch. Hardened, like putting up her defenses to keep her heart from shattering. He gulped the knot in his throat, head swimming. He breathed through the pain of his wound. He'd survived so much worse than this. But breaking Katniss's heart? Causing her any kind of pain? That weighed so heavily on his chest he had to bat the threat of tears out of his eyes.

He let her hands go, taking a small step back and rubbing his forehead and eyes with the palm of his hand. "You know why." he stated simply, shrugging at her desperately.

"You know why it had to be me, you know there was no one else in all of Panem who would have the votes and could be trusted. Not while it's still fragile, not while it's still filled with corruption and-and pain and barely holding together." he told her, reiterating the conversation they had before he left for the Capitol.

A heavy sigh flared his nostrils as he finally looked back at her. Bright blue eyes, large and shining, an uncharacteristic frown etched deep across his lips. Anyone else in the room, he'd have smiled, joked about it, but not with Katniss.

The mask chipped away. Exhaustion creeping into his bones until he was certain it somehow made it into his very soul. "I have to try. I have to make it better. Katniss, these people who funded the Games, who bought other victors, who literally tortured us. They all still have power and money and influence. The war trials only knocked out the most heinous blatant ones but Paylor couldn't get everyone. These people don't have any love for us, or the districts, they love power and money and we fought too fucking hard, we lost too much, to sit by in twelve and take in our victor's stipend and hunt and bake and wait for the next dictator to come in and create a new scheme to keep the districts oppressed."

His voice wavered and cracked as he spoke. The honest truth, laid out in front of her, the only person he'd ever be so blatantly honest with. If it weren't for the fact he had Beetee sweep the hospital for bugs before her arrival he probably wouldn't even be this honest now.

"I..." his eyes darted to the tiled floor away from her cold, relentless gaze. "My life is incomplete with you, and Panem is on the brink of something really amazing Katniss, a place where we could watch twelve flourish, where kids didn't have to starve to death or be forced into things just to survive. A place where maybe one day you and I could feel confident to have our own kids. But the fight isn't over just because the rebellion is. And I...I can't stand by watching this chance to be something more slip away. If you've got any ideas on who would be better I'm all ears but until then...it's gotta be me."

There was no conviction in his voice, no air of superiority or ego. Instead, it was desperate resignation. He shrugged again, then immediately regretted it with a wince as the motion pulled on his stitches. As the pain dissipated he sighed again in sufferance, like it was all par for the course. Just another day.

Katniss flinched as if his words struck something too raw. Home. She wanted to bite the words out at him. How could he call it home when he's spent more time in the Capitol then in twelve. How could he call it that when she'd been the one holding it together. Her eyes didn’t soften at the way he held her, didn’t melt at the familiar weight of his touch. No, they sparked. Cold, furious, afraid. "You’re letting them do it again," she said, low and hard.

"You’re letting them play with you," she went on, voice rising, cracking under the strain. "Like in the Games. Smile for the camera. Look strong for the Districts. Don’t die for real—just bleed enough to remind everyone how good a martyr you make." Katniss felt sick, nausea rising into her throat. "You think this is different because you’re not in an arena?" she demanded. “Because they don’t call it a Games anymore?” Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was trying to keep herself from shaking. "They almost killed you, Peeta. And instead of fighting back, you’re right back on that stage."

Tears rimmed her eyes now, but she blinked them away like they were a betrayal. She shook her head, sharp and angry and helpless. "This’ll kill you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it will. And I—" her voice broke then, chest heaving like her ribs couldn’t hold the panic in."I won’t watch you die again," Katniss hissed, barely above a whisper. "I can’t." It felt suffocating, the white walls, the beeping machines. Hadn't they had a lifetime of this? When, how could it end? "Why don't you care enough about yourself to see what's happening? Why am I again forced to watch you suffer on the damn T.V??"

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So I've got some new followers and I'm gonna check yall out soon but I also just wanna say I'm not always this horny on main xD

Its been a week or ao since I've had the time and muse to write and its Sinday so thats just the majority of what's been calling me today.

I normally don't make posts explaining the topics in which I choose to write but I am very aware that its the majority of written today and I don't want my new followers to think thats all there is. So yeah here's your like one explanation of my smut writing today and possible reblog of sexy headcanons later xD

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A part of him didn't want to move. Didn't want to change the feel of her wrapped around him. He could stay in this divinity for all of eternity if she let him. That feeling of being seated so fully inside of her, where their bodies intertwined in a way that it felt like he was gifting her his very soul.

I love you.

She had said it last night. Words that made him elated beyond reality, words that drew his climax from him unexpectedly. This time though was different, while he words still sent shivers down his spine and could be felt in the twitch of his member inside her, there was something beyond needing just her love.

It was a carnal, passionate, driven heat that made his blood boil. It was primal, something that even Peeta with all his words could not describe. No book, no poem, no song could ever describe the way he felt about being intertwined with Katniss.

He didn't count the seconds he waited. Didn't know if it was even a full minute. But the pause as he seated himself inside her to the root and didn't move felt like an eternity. It was long enough that she whined and writhed on him but Peeta had one arm keeping her secure and another hand on her hip to keep her from moving without his permission. Instead he smirked at her, tilting his head up with a sense of pride and playfulness.

"What else do you feel about me huh?" he asked, pressing another kiss to her mouth to stop her from whining.

He pulled back, waiting for an answer. Staying buried inside her without moving until she answered him satisfactorily.

"List them?" he offered as a suggestion.

As Katniss spoke, rough but mewling at the same time, Peeta rewarded her. He withdrew his hips until his tip was all that was left before plunging forward again with a groan. "Uh huh, what else?" he asked her. Each response from her punctuated by a thrust of his hips.

His pace quickened until her words fell apart, until he couldn't focus on her actual answers and only the way she felt around him.

He dipped his head, mouthing her breasts as his hands were currently preoccupied.

Without him, there was absolutely no way she’d be able to stand on her own. Cool gray eyes met his, and her stomach flipped at the wanton need that was reflected back. Peeta stole every sound from her throat, every kiss that held a moan. She never knew Peeta Mellark to be greedy, but if there was one thing she’d allow; it was him being greedy for her. With the way he’d pinned her against the door, Katniss had very little control over how fast or rough their hips met. Instead, Peeta was the one in charge. Katniss felt a whine building in her throat. She needed more, needed all of him. 

For a woman who never actually voiced what she wanted, she’d pleaded with Peeta enough to know he’d hear her. She never outright asked for anything usually, but right now? Between his thighs and this door, Katniss was willing to spill every need and want that she felt for him.  

Katniss sighed with relief the moment he began to shimmy out of his clothes. Her forehead momentarily dropping to his shoulder as that building sound finally escaped her. A breathy whimper, her thighs pressing together as if it wasn’t obvious that she was soaking wet for him, because of him. Peeta continued to keep her up right, but she ignored the soft laugh from him. She couldn’t focus on the reason, couldn’t verbalize it. Instead, Katniss again mouthed against his skin a breathy “please, peeta” as if another second would fully break her. His response was a welcomed kiss, her throat vibrating as he pressed against her. She wanted to scream, to be loud, but again, the train wasn’t exactly a secluded spot to do so. Instead her gaze lifted, bottom lip trembling as Peeta finally began to slip into her. Her knees wobbled, a leg lifted to settle around his hip as he sank further into her. Katniss was seeing spots in her vision, her head lulling to the side as she felt him stretching her back out to fit him. Peeta swallowed the moan on her lips, and her breath uneven as she tightened her hands around his neck. “I love you” 

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indie multimuse ft. helena amell of dragon age. written by lewind. sideblog to @dcvium.

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independent and highly selective zoey choi of kpop demon hunters. 21+. viewer discretion advised. penned & adored by shaye. established july 2025.

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@ppctts continued from here

The day had been long and arduous, but not abnormal. It's normal to be here until 3am, finishing up the paperwork for the day, setting up the next day. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion and his stomach grumbled. When was the last time he had eaten?

Whatever thought he had, whatever body sensations that were urging him to sleep or eat or drink water, they all dissipated the moment Pepper straddled his lap.

He raised a brow at her, leaning back in his chair. He felt the way her fingers swirled in his hair, the smirk of her lips and she breathed a greeting, letting her breath roll across his skin. He kept his facial expression motionless, hazel eyes dark with a bit of a shine from the fluorescent light of his office.

She knew better. Knew the rules while he was working. A distinct no. Happy didn't like having to split his time, or his mind in different directions. Work was work, sex was sex. But Pepper had a mind of her own. And really, unless Happy spoke the safe word, she was welcome to his lap at any point in time.

Still, boundaries needed to be reinforced.

In a swift motion, he pulled her from his lap and turned her around, Strong hands on her back, forcing her to lay flat on the desk. Until he was satisfied she wouldn't budge, he pulled away, roughly hiking her tight skirt up over her hips, exposing her fleshy backside.

Whack

He watched her skin turn pink then fade back to cream.

Whack!

Another slap with his open palm, and then he squeezed her ass with his palm. He rocked his hips against her backside, the friction pooling heat low in his body. He leaned over her, grinding into her letting his weight crush her into his desk.

"Virginia," he growled. "What are the rules when we're working?" he asked, demanding an answer.

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Me: I should work on my other drafts and muses

Happy and Peeta: Don't you dare not respond to smut on Sinday

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He hesitated. A kind and simple gesture, her body wasn't tense, no malice behind her words, still his eyes narrowed on the pot in her hands. Studying the grip she had. Knuckles loose and maintaining their normal complexion. Didn't echo the kind of grip that would suddenly launch the pot in his direction.

The hesitation was a millisecond before he took his seat. He rolled his shoulders back, forcing them down to keep from being hunched over. He took the cup graciously, adding a splash of milk just to cut through the bitterness. He slowly took a sip, letting the warmth cascade through him, letting Mrs. Burdock speak her peace.

He took another sip right as she finished. Feeling her gaze on him, the strangeness in how light and void of any real accusation her voice was. Or at least lack of any judgment.

There was nothing untoward between him and Katniss. Nothing that Prim or her mother could walk in on that would be embarrassing except maybe Katniss herself. But there was something so intimate about these last few weeks with Katniss. Not being in her bed and what anyone could reasonably expect teenagers to be up to. But because it was the one place either of them could be authentic.

It was the one place Katniss could scream in her nightmares and still be protected. Protected without pity or judgment. Because Peeta was going through the same thing. That drive, that necessity, to still be the person he was before the games. But in the middle of the night, wrapped up in her arms, he didn't have to be anything other than a boy with nightmares.

Peeta's thumb ran along the outside of his cup, studying the lines and grooves of it's creation. The seams where the handle met the mug. "Sorry, we didn't really think about that." Peeta began with a nod. There was something in him that wanted to bypass the hint that there was something more than kisses happening in Katniss's bed. If Mrs. Everdeen wanted to paint a picture for herself, he had no reason to make her see the truth, no reason other than he knew Katniss would be mortified when she finds out what her mother thinks.

"We just sleep. There would be no issue other than surprise if you or Prim walked in on us." Peeta assured her. "But, I understand your concern. I will make it a priority to keep you informed." he said. His voice was light and easy, as if this conversation were as simple as what's for breakfast. But it was calculated. A point taken to protect Katniss's dignity and a taking of the responsibility on his shoulders to meet Mrs. Everdeen where she was.

He knew Katniss would argue with the request. Knew that the last few weeks had been a way to shut the world out, to find their footing together without the pressure of others knowing. And even the slightest tension on their little bubble of privacy could be popped, leaving Katniss defensive. The fact was, if Mrs. Everdeen wanted the communication and boundaries adhered to, Peeta would have to be the one to convince Katniss it was okay.

As   she   prepared   the   coffee   ,   she   was   given   time   to   think   about   what   exactly   to   say   .   anger   didn't   cross   her   mind   ,   but   asterid   was   reminded   of   the   necessity   of   boundaries   in   a   house   with   teenagers   .   oh   ,   how   she   wished   that   her   love   was   still   there   ,   he   would   know   how   to   do   this   .   she   certainly   doesn't   .

There's   no   tension   in   her   body   ,   pouring   out   two   mugs   of   the   steaming   liquid   .   she   doctors   hers   with   a   splash   of   milk   from   a   container   on   the   table   and   pushes   the   small   pitcher   and   container   of   sugar   towards   where   peeta   stood   ,   sitting   down   at   the   adjacent   seat   .   ❝   you're   not   in   trouble   ,   boy   ,   come   sit   down   ,   ❞   asterid   smiled   warmly   ,   wanting   to   assert   the   validity   of   her   claim   .

The   liquid   warms   her   body   as   she   takes   a   sip   .   a   luxury   that   she'd   deprived   herself   of   almost   entirely   ,   one   she's   missed   more   than   she   cared   to   admit   .   ❝   i   want   to   tell   you   a   story   .   katniss   hasn't   heard   it   ,   but   i   suppose   she   has'ta   soon   .   but   first   ,   let   me   apologize   for   walkin'   in   like   that   .   i   didn't   mean   to   invade   your   privacy   .   ❞

Her   words   are   genuine   ,   patient   in   delivery   .   ❝   you're   welcome   to   be   here   as   much   as   katniss   wants   ,   i've   got   no   qualms   with   you   ,   ❞   she   promises   .   of   course,   there's   a   but   .   always   has   to   be   when   it   comes   to   mothers   .

❝   but   ,   i   think   it's   fair   to   ask   that   someone   lets   me   know   if   you're   going   to   stay   the   night   ,   for   everyone's   comfort   .   ❞   the   first   possibility   that   comes   to   her   seems   the   most   likely   .   no   accusation   ,   only   stating   a   fact   .   ❝   prim   ,   she   still's   not   used   to   having   a   bed   of   her   own   .   she   goes   and   slips   in   with   katniss   sometimes   .   not   fair   for   anyone   to   have   visitors   .   ❞

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Here to finish me off sweetheart?

Multimuse Featuring Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games Series Novel Canon

Made in tandem with Katniss Everdeen

Credit to @insidemyblood and here

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“Let’s go to work then. We have a world to save.”

Independent mutuals only blog for Rogue from X-men based on 616, movies, and potentially MCU along with personal head canons. Written by Noon.

promo made by @onlyathief

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Gotta deal with some baby puppies the roommie found in a parking lot and then I'll be back to do more drafts and bother people.

Anyone wanna chat/plot/be bothered?

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His eyes stared down at hers until her gazed flickered away, getting lost in the sensations of his touch and kisses. She was breath taking as usual, but something primal in him took over at the prospect that she was now his. Possessive and commanding. Pepper Hogan was his.

Happy smirked at the smile that formed on her lips. It was a wicked kind of smile, the one that was trying to meet his dare. He could feel her tighten around his fingers, could feel her body threatening to lose the battle with his command.

He pulled his fingers out of her roughly, taking his palm and slapping it against her mound. Sharp and distinctly a sting, to disrupt the surging through her body. "I gave you an order baby. I expect you to follow it." he growled dangerously at her before setting his lips on her mound, kissing away the sting of the slap.

Then his tongue dipped through her folds. A light exploration until he found her bud, lapping at it as if he could drink from her well until he closed his lips around her clit and suckled.

Time was at a stand still, nothing would pull him away from this moment. But he kept an internal clock. Feeling the way her body reacted, easing up to stop her from exploding, bringing her closer and closer to the edge each time but never enough to allow for an orgasm. Pulling away at the last second to chastise her for almost ignoring his demands before diving back in.

"Such a good girl." he mused kissing back along her thigh. "Because you did so good, I'll let you decide. Where do you want my cock kitten?"

The words, his words, landed like a live current low in her belly. God. That voice. That grumble. He said it like a promise. Like a command. Like he already knew she wouldn’t be able to obey. And maybe she wouldn’t.

Pepper clenched around his fingers involuntarily, hips twitching toward the rhythm he’d set. Her mind scrambled to hold on to something, dignity, maybe, or control, but every time his thumb swirled just so, it vanished into white static. She was unraveling. He was unraveling her. Her back arched as his teeth sank into her thigh again, pain blooming into pleasure, red blooming under porcelain. His mark. Her skin burned, her body burned, and her ego, god help her, shattered under the weight of his control.

She wanted to fight it. Should’ve. Would’ve, if she were anywhere else with anyone else. But it was him. It was Happy. Her Happy. Her husband. The man who kissed her like worship and fucked her like vengeance. The man who made her feel like she was more than just perfect posture and spreadsheets. The man who waited. Who never asked for more than she could give. Until now. Now he demanded everything. And she gave it to him willingly.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips when he curved his fingers inside her again, finding that perfect, infuriating spot that made her eyes roll back and her heels dig into the upholstery. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to scream... but he saw it. Smirked. Enjoyed it. Pep was panting now, slick and swollen and shaking under his hand, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from begging. From breaking.

Her eyes locked onto his, wild with warning and pleading all at once. “You’re playing with fire,” she rasped, barely coherent, barely herself. "I will cum. I have to..." But he didn’t let up. Not an inch. His mouth was so close she could feel the ghost of his breath right where she needed him most. Teasing her. Torturing her. Loving her in the most wicked way. And still, somewhere beneath the heat and the ache and the desperate, maddening want, she smiled. A true, cracked, fragile thing.

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A strong arm, secured tightly around her waist, letting his forearm brace against the small of her back to keep her from slipping down to the floor. The way her breath hitched and rolled along his skin, hot and warm like a summer breeze. Peeta chuckled, peppering soft little kisses against her skin.

She'd forgiven him for so much worse at this point. A curiosity to test the limits of her threat entered his mind. Maybe one day. Maybe when they weren't so rushed to make up for lost time. When they could shut out the rest of the world in their own home and explore the depths of their relationship.

Peeta pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the door as he pulled his head up to look her in the eyes. His hips, slowly thrust against hers, the unmistakeable bulge hidden only by his clothing. Blue eyes, sparking with adoration and a hint of mischief as he nuzzled his nose against hers before he pressed his mouth to her lips.

Hips, achingly slow against her as he flicked his tongue to taste her. Swallowing her soft moans as he felt her body wriggle against his weight. He parted his lips from hers, watching the way her gray eyes darkened, wild and wanting. The sound of her voice, begging for more, wanting to feel him again. It was music, it was divine, and it was indisputable that she wanted him.

Peeta had spent so long worrying about the way they were intertwined. Wondering where the lies ended and their true feelings for each other began. After his hijacking, things became even more unruly and hard to pin down. Having Katniss in his arms, pleading for his touch, it made him feel grounded and secure.

He couldn't wait any longer, couldn't deny her the simple request her soft voice so wonderfully asked for. He shimmed his clothing off his hips, careful to keep Katniss from crashing to the ground. Rushed, excited, the anticipation leaving them both breathing heavy. Peeta couldn't stop the light laugh from bubbling up. Not at her, not even breaking the intensity of the moment. Just amused by the awkward way in which his clothes hung around his ankles.

Peeta kissed her again, gently guiding his hardness across her slick slit. She was beautiful, writhing against him, the drum roll of anticipation setting a fire deep inside of his core. Last night, it was Katniss who held all the control, all the power, something Peeta would happily relinquish to her, but right now? This feeling of watching her crumble under his slow touch was heavenly.

He pushed forward, slowly, inch by inch, feeling her envelope him in her wet warmth. He'd wait a beat, giving her body time to adjust to him, making sure she was enjoying herself before pressing another inch forward until he was seated so deep inside of her he felt like they were one.

The groan that reverberated in his throat as he settled inside her vibrated against her lips as he kissed her again.

"Gods I love you." he moaned.

She was collapsing into his arms, and Peeta as always...was taking care of her.Her head lulled against his shoulder, trying to catch her breath as she came down from her climax. Her fingers curled around his shoulders, keeping her pressed against him. "If you stop, I'll never forgive you" It was breathy, far needier than she wanted to admit and so entirely Katniss it was comical.

"I can't stand up" She was mumbling into his skin, pulling back enough to catch his expression. Her face was flushed, eyes hazy as she finally found the strength to press onto her tiptoes. Close enough to press a kiss into his jawline, but her legs still wobbly enough not to reach his lips.

"I want more" She whispered, pushing just slightly to direct both of them to the bed. This was worth the wait, the healing, the years apart. All of the loneliness to finally have these moments with him and know they were real. "I want you now"

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                       BEAUTIFUL,  DANGEROUS,  UNLEASHED.

❛  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒀𝙤𝒖𝙧 𝙙𝒓𝙚𝒂𝙢𝒔 𝒂𝙧𝒆 𝒂𝙡𝒍 𝒐𝙛 𝙬𝒂𝙧. We leave parts of ourselves in places. Why give ourselves to something so hateful? because we are human. because it is easier to curse the town. ⠀⠀ Your heritage becomes something to control. Keep it on a leash, don't let it consume.  Girls like you belong to the earth. Belong to the bones beneath the ground. Girl of violent and godless deaths. Salvation doesn't look like light. Seperation is always bloody and painful so imagine tearing yourself away from the wetlands. What remains?    𝒀𝙤𝒖𝙧 𝙙𝒓𝙚𝒂𝙢𝒔 𝒂𝙧𝒆 𝒂𝙡𝒍 𝒐𝙛 𝙬𝒂𝙧. 𝒀𝙤𝒖 𝒂𝙧𝒆 𝒇𝙧𝒐𝙢 𝙖𝒏𝙤𝒕𝙝𝒆𝙧 𝙩𝒊𝙢𝒆.                       ❜

#SHARDSOFSTARK—  independent,  highly  selective,  mutuals  only  original  character  for  The  Marvel Universe.  Blog  is  mostly  based  around  canon  events  but  takes  some  aspects  and  runs  ten  miles  in  every  direction  on  five  different  tracks.  (i.e.  very  chaotic). Alternative universes friendly. Comic dumb but friendly. Penned  by  Jess,  29,  GMT.  Crossover  and  original  character  friendly. Hate  or  'phobia'  of  any  kind  not  tolerated.

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@b1ckwdcw said | "You're a terrible liar." - to happy

Happy looked at her incredulously. He said all of five words, but she saw through them. Still, he wasn't about to let her in on the secret. It wasn't his secret to tell. If Tony wanted more people in, it'd be up to the billionaire to make that distinction, not Happy.

"The boss is busy ma'am." And you aren't on the short list of need to know. He thought.

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You know how in anime when there's the cute love interest and the movie swells and the lights get all bright and someone inevitably winks and it's the little star with the star sound?

Yeah that's what happens every time Pepper walks into a room over the 10 years of Happy pining for her ass.

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@bhaalurged said | did you have a nightmare? i have nightmares, too. (For Peeta)

It didn't take long for Peeta to end up in Katniss's bed again. Not near long enough if Dr. Aurelius's pause was any indication of his concern over the prospect. But he was. It wasn't completely over night. The pair danced around each other, a longing look here, a stirring of butterflies in his stomach there. But Peeta wasn't looking to restart the patterns they had cultivated between the games.

His memories were still...shiny. Dr. Aurelius had worked with him over the months to identify triggers and to manage the symptoms before they broke through the damn, but episodes were inevitable. One thing was for sure, he remembered the kiss. Most of them he was still trying to sort but the one in the Capitol, the one where his mind had almost lost to the hijacking, the one that brought him back to her.

Always. He was hers for always.

So it wasn't forced. Neither of them tried to fasten the timeline. It was just natural to end up in each other's arms. Sheltered away from the rest of the world, with the window open but the drapes keeping the sunlight out.

Peeta still had the run of the mill nightmares though. The flashes of events that left him paralyzed. He wasn't like Katniss. She thrashed, screaming, broke out of a dead sleep in a cold sweat crying for slaughtered children. Instead, he was frozen in place. No words to save him, no action to take. Just held under water until he finally woke up.

It was easier now, to discern when he was awake or not. Katniss's weight on his chest. The steady rhythm of her breath and heartbeat. It meant two things, he wasn't in the games, and even if there was danger, Katniss was here. His protector, his savior. She must be finally getting good at recognizing his subtle signs. It made a smile form bashfully on his lips.

"Yeah." he nodded, gaze glancing away from hers as he sighed. "Have they been getting better lately? Mine have since sleeping over here with you."