Just ignore this
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I'm judt trying to move this story frm my ipad to iphone, so I will post this here and copy it on my Iphone. Sorry for the inconvinoce.
Chapter 1
I sit by the ocean with my boyfriend Pate. Today is the reaping of The 68th Hunger Games.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid for my brother Grant. It is his first year. His name is only in there once, so I am not afraid he will get reaped, I'm just worried about his well being. His nightmares. I can't wait for this hell day to be over, so we can all sleep tonight.
Pate is 19, so he is free. Lucky. I'm 15, so I have a few more worries to attend to. My older brother Trevor is 17. He's not worried. In fact, he seems like he wants to get reaped. I don't know why he doesn't volunteer.
I'm afraid to say my brother proabbly wouldn't last long in the Games. He thinks he is all tough stuff and he likes to use weapons, but you have to have brains to get through the games, which he does not have. He doesn't think before he does. He would be dead before you know it. I sigh. It's 12, the reaping starts at 1:30 so I better go.
"Bye Pate" I say and give him a quick kiss. As I'm walking off he grabs my wrist.
"Good luck today Grace" he says and smiles at me. I give him a small smile and say my thanks with a kiss.
Grant is waiting for me at the door. "Done making out with your boyfriend?" he asks. He is usually a sweetheart, but sometimes the little dope opens his mouth too much. I punch his sholder softly and give him a glare. "I have to get ready, I suggest you do the same" I say looking at his muddy shirt. I wonder how he did that. I don't really care. I go and take a bath, and brush my pale blonde hair. I won't braid it today. I put on the clothes my mother left on my bed. A pink button up shirt, a mint green skirt, and black shoes. It's quite beautiful. I wish I was going somewhere joyfull, rather then a reaping.
At 1:15, we all pile in the square. It's a cloudy day, the sun never seems to shine on reaping day. The mayor begins his speech about the dark days and at 1:30, we all fall silent. District 4's essort, Junie Lake, steps out. I see the mentors for this year, Finnick Odair and Mags. Junie welcomes us all the 68th annual Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor. She walks over to the girls bowl a pulls out a name
Not me, not me, not me, I silently pray. She takes her times opening it.
Then she says the name.
I don't process it.
I think I heard her say it but I'm not sure.
No one else is walking up though.
What is the girl waiting for, go on walk up there!
Junie says the name again and this time I hear it loud and clear.
Grace End. -
/THANK YALL SO MUCH for reviewing and following. It means the entire world to me, so I have been working on the second chapter for yall for hours, I know it's still short but I'm working on longer ones. Unless you like shorter chapters? I know the plot is kinda changed, like what Katniss was doing when Peeta came back, how long it was till Peeta came back, and different words are spoken, but its a fan fiction so yeah. I will try to update chapter 3 ASAP.
I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins/
Chapter 2
For the next weeks, my mind drifts in and out of consiousness.
I wander around my house, sometimes sleeping in my bed, sometimes on the bathroom floor. Usually in the rocking chair though.
I recall Greasy Sae and Haymitch coming by. Sae cooks and cares for me (forcing food into me is caring) ,Haymitch drinks for me. I tried some of that white liqour a couple days ago. I don't see how it helps. Maybe it doesn't. Maybe this is unending hell.
I've been considering suicide, but that seems hard to go about with either Haymitch or Sae (usually Sae) watching my every move.
Today Sae is making me get a bath. Apparently I smell like Haymitch and I need one despertly. I ask her why she doesn't make Haymitch get a bath. She doesn't answer. She helps me out of my clothing and into the tub of warm water. She scrubs me to almost death, sadly it doesn't end with that. She changes me into into warm night clothes and tells me I'd better sleep in my bed tonight.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because I said so" she says.
Good answer.
I stand in my bathroom starring at myself in the mirror. I find myself like this quite often. I always have a knife in my hand when I do so, deciding where to strike. I usually cut somewhere so that Haymitch and Sae can not see I've done so. They have been allowing me more private time, not watching my every move now. I've gained their trust. I have more freedome each day. I am considering a small cut on my wrist, or maybe even ending it all now, when I hear digging.
"What the..." I say under my breath. I put the knife in it's hiding place and run outside. Thats when I see him. He looks good, well, as good as one can after a war. His blonde hair shines in the sun and his blue eyes look up and meet my grey.
"Your back" I say emotionlessly.
"They wouldn't let me leave until yesterday. By the way, doctor said he can't keep pretending to treat you forever. You have to pick up the phone" Peeta says.
"What are you doing?" I ask, looking at his shovel, then to some bushes.
"I went to the woods this morning and dug them up. I thought we could plant them for her," he says carefully. Rose bushes. I'm about to yell horrible things at Peeta when the full name registers. Evening primrose. I give my head a slight nod of approvel and run back into the house. I slam the door and lock it. I run upstairs and open all my windows to get the stench of the roses out. It's not enough. I stip out of my clothes and get in the shower, scrubbing away their smell. I get out and change. I brush my hair and braid it. I go back into the bathroom and find my hidden knife.
I cut where I want now. -
/sorry guys, I've been sick and felt like crap and I'm not sure what I'm doing when it comes to writing and yeah. Thank you for the favs, reviews, and follows! And they were evening primrose bushes, like in the book. Short chapter, because my span of ideas is so short and I know I need to update but Katniss's hunting trips are hard for me to write so next chapter. Enjoy!/
Chapter 3
I have made a nice row of cuts when the I hear the front door open. Luckily I didn't make too deep of cuts. I hide my knife in it's place then I run cold water over my arm and wipe it off. I put on a jacket to cover the marks. I am still bleeding a bit, but I don't really care. I softly walk down the stairs and see Haymitch and Sae in my kitchen talking about something too quiet for me to hear. I walk to them and they stop.
"Good morning..." I say wearily.
Haymitch eyes me for a long times before replying.
"You see the boy?" he asks.
"Yes, I've seen him" I mumble, grabbing an apple from the counter.
"Good, good" he says.
"What, you playing matchmaker?"
"Not today. Maybe tomorrow. You know, so-"
"I'm going hunting," I interupt him.
Sae and Haymitch stare at me.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"I'm fine," I grumble, getting my bow and Daddy's hunting jacket out of a closet.
"I woudn't mind some fresh meat" Sae smiles.
"Okay, well... Bye," I say heading out the door. -
/So I really want to read a fan fiction with Katniss's father not dying and him being there for Katniss when she needs him.
I'm not talented enough to write that myself, so I figured I'll just make one shots of the ones I can write. Might be ALOT. There might be quite a few super short ones just because it would be fun scene to write. Like Katniss in the training center watching the news and her dad comes on for an interview. Stuff like that. So basiclly I'm skipping the "boring" parts of the book. (as if they existed) Suggest some if you want, I'll try to do them. I am going to name Katniss's father Thomas and her mother Lily.I'm not sure if I should make him die like Prim in mockingjay or like just of old age later on. Oh and Haymitch and Thomas are pretty good friends before the reaping. Haymitch used to be pretty involved in Katniss's life when she was a little kid. But his drinking got worse and he started leaving his house less and less. POVs will most likely be different, maybe even some in Haymitch's eyes. First chapter is in no ones POV... The story will remain basiclly the same, but her father is alive and large part of her life and times are easier because he works in the mines for money so yeah. No major plot twists. Haymitch is still like a father to her later, but not./
Chapter 1, The Reaping
Thomas Everdeen wakes to the screamig of his youngest daughter.
He hears his eldest soothing her before he even opens his eyes.
"It was me!" Primrose sobs.
"I know" Katniss says. "I know, but it nots going to be you. Your names only in there once Prim, there not going to pick you"
Thomas trys to figure out what she means then he realizes what today is.
Today was the day of the reaping for the 74th annual Hunger Games.
It was Prim's first year, her name is in there one time. Katniss insisted she didn't put in any more for food.
Katniss did of course. Her name was already in there five times, she then did that four more times for the family. So her name was in there twenty five times.
He was very worried. He hated to admit that Prim would never make it in the games. Katniss, Katniss could do it. But she wouldn't really ever come home. She would be a different person, a killer. He wouldn't blame his daughter but she would herself. She would fall apart, just like Haymitch did.
But there was nothing he could do. So instead of worrying, he went back to sleep. Today was a day off so he would enjoy it as much as he could. When he woke again, Katniss was gone, most likely hunting. Lily was making breakfeast and Prim was bathing for the reaping. She would wear Katniss's first reaping clothes.
"Thomas, do you think this dress would fit Katniss?" Lily asks, showing him a old blue dress of hers, from her merchant days.
"I think it would be perfect for her," he replys, kissing her cheek and going to find any clothes that weren't mineing clothes.
"What are you going go wear?" Thomas asks his wife.
"Oh, just this" she says, showing him a beautiful pink dress.
"You'll look lovely in that," he grins.
She smiles and goes back to making breakfeast.
"I am going to go see if Haymitch is alive and try to get him sobered and clean for the reaping," Thomas says.
"Okay, have fun," says Lily.
He snorts and starts to walk to Victor's Village.
"HAYMITCH!" Thomas yells banging on the door.
He doesn't answer.
Thomas spots a opened window and climbs in. He finds Haymitch passed out on the floor in a puddle of vomit.
Thomas fills up a jug of water and pours it on the old drunk. (AN: Like father like daughter lol)
"AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" Haymitch yells. "What the hell are you doing!" he asks, swinging his knife around.
"You asked me to wake you" Thomas grins.
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"You look beautiful, Lil," says Thomas kissing his wife.
She grins. "Thank you,"
Prim walks into the room with her blouse half untucked. Katniss stands besides her.
"Tuck that tail in, Little Duck!" she says, tucking it in.
Thomas smiles at his two angels. "You two look beautiful" he says softly.
"Let's go" Lily says looking at her watch.
Katniss helps Prim get signed in and guides her to the tweleve year olds before going to the sixteens. Effie Trinket enters the stage in her weird clothes, yapping about how wonderfull The Capitol is.
"Ladies first!" she says at last.
Everything seems to move in slow motion.
Not me, not me, not me, everyone silently prays.
It's not Katniss Everdeen.
It's Primrose Everdeen.
Thomas panicks. Theres nothing he can do. His tweleve year old daughter is going into the Hunger Games.
He sees Prim take small steps up to the stage. Katniss stares at her sister and knows she has to do something. This can't happen. But what can she do? Her thoughts are barely made as she runs after Prim.
"Prim!" Katnisssheriks.
Lily and Thomas gasp. What the hell was she-
"I volunteer!" Katniss yells. "I volunteer as tribute!"
Prim screams at the top of her lungs. "NO! NO YOU CAN'T GO KATNISS"
"Prim LET GO" she tells the girl.
Gale takes Prim to her mother and father. Thomas is crying at the bravery of his eldest daughter. He was also crying because of what she has to face. It will be challenging, but he knows she can do it. 'She's gonna come home' he thinks to himself as Peeta Mellark is called. -
/So, here is chapter five and it's long. I've foudn my muse while writing, it's shockly music! You'd think it would distract me. Peeta and Katniss are growing back together! I'm sorta rushing it because I love their love. Can yall guess what I'm naming their children? And I'm not waiting 15 years, I can't write that much filler and I hate to skip so fast. I know my plot is different, but I don't give a f--- honestly, I hope you don't mind. Theres was something sorta important I was gonna say but I forgot so read on./
Chapter 5
When I wake up I am in my bed.
I have no idea how I got here.
I'm guessing the cat didn't carry me up here.
I glance at my clock. 6:13 AM.
I get up, grab my robe, and walk quietly downstairs. Then I see him. Tall dark and beautiful, fiddling with the fire.
"Peeta," I croak. He looks up and blushes. "Hey," he says. "Sorry I was just..." for once in his life he seems to be at a lost for words. So I just nod. "How long have you been here?" I ask him. "I heard you screaming yesterday, and I came to check on you and you were passed out," he says. I nod. "Well, I'll get going-," he starts but I cut him off.
"Peeta," I say, "Thank you,"
"For what?" He asks.
"Everything," I say.
He smiles softly. "Always," and then he is gone.
I walk back up to my room and get a shower. I stand in the hot water, thinking. How do I feel about Peeta? Does he love me anymore? No, of course not you idiot, I say to myself. Why would he? I get out, dry off, and put on jeans and a blue sweater. I brush my hair then braid it. Greasy Sae unlocks the front door just as I put the elastic on the end.
"Hey Girly," she says as I walk into the kitchen.
"Morning," I say.
I look around the house for that stupid cat. I don't know why.
"Have you seen Buttercup?" I ask Sae.
"Butterwho?"
"Buttercup. Primrose's cat." I cringe when I say her name.
"Oh that thing? He's in the backyard," she says.
"Thanks," I mutter.
He looks worse then before, if that's possible. He has thorns in his paws and all in his fur. He looks like he got bit by something. I pick him up and he hisses at me.
"Shut up. I'm going to help you," I tell him. He hisses a bit less now.
I carry him in the house and put him on the bathroom sink. He surprisingly stays put as I search for the first aid kit. We stare at one another for a momment. "I won't lie, this will hurt," I tell him. I start by pulling out the thorns which pull out alot of his hair. He yelps in pain but he stays put. I clean his wounds and bandage his paws. I look at him.
"I'm going to take care of you," I mumble. "Because Prim would have wanted that."
He seems to understand. I pick him up and walk to the dinning room. Haymitch is there. I take a seat and put Buttercup in the one next to me.
"Look a there, The World's Ugliest Cat lives," says Haymitch.
I scowl. Even though I've said that myself a thousand times.
"Good morning to you too Haymitch," I say.
"Well good morning then Sweetheart," he says.
Sae sets breakfeast on the table.
"Peeta brought over some bread," Sae says smiling at me.
I hide my smile. Why do I always smile when I think of him? I don't know.... I dig in and give my bacon to Buttercup. He sure is hungry. We finish and Sae leaves. Haymitch and I sit in the living room. Haymitch stares at me.
"What?" I say offensivly.
"Just taking you in," he states. "So, you and the boy?"
"What about it?" I say.
He smiles. "Nevermind".
I sigh. We sit in silence for a little while.
"I'm going to call my mother," I say suddendly.
Haymitch looks up. "What?" he asks.
"I said I'm going to call my mother," I say getting up and walking to the phone.
"Do you even know her number?" he asks.
"Uhhhh..."
He grins. "It's in the letter, But it will take you forever to read that so let me just dial it," he says coming over.
"Why do you know my mother's number?" I ask.
"Because, believe it or not, she asks about you,"
"Oh,"
He dials the number and hands me the phone.
It rings three times.
"Hello?" says my mother.
I take a deep breath.
"Hey, Mom? It's Katniss," -
/Everlark, finally!!! : ) Most of you probably think I'm moving them too fast, I'm sorry...I actually wrote this chapter the day I wrote the last one and today I added like three sentances to make it look better.... So here you are! Sorry it took so long... I am in hope that I will have more time for this... Please review by the way, I didn't get any reviews for chapter 5. I know this is short by the way but it was a good spot to end and think... Maybe a time skip about three weeks. What do yall think?/
Chapter 6
After talking to my mother, I feel much better about myself.
We talked about our lifes and... Prim. We cried. I told her about Buttercup coming back. She cried harder. I'm glad I didn't drown the cat all those years ago.
I put the phone up but I stay where I am for awhile. Haymitch looks up.
"You okay?" he asks.
I smile. "Yeah, I think I'm okay,"
He smiles. "Well I'll leave you alone," he says kissing my head and leaving.
It's weird, I used to really dislike him now he's like my best friend/father figure. I know that he will never admit it but he loves Peeta and I.
Peeta....
There is something else I need to do today.
I get up, grab my coat, and walk to Peeta's house.
I stand at his door a long time before I gain enough courage to knock. He comes to the door with flour on his face. He looks so adorable.
"Hey..." he says.
"Hey um I... Can we talk?" I ask.
"Yeah, sure, come in," he ushers me in. His house smells like warm bread. I casually look around. My house looks like just a house, his looks like a home, you know what I mean? Peeta starts scraching the back of his neck like he does when he is nervous. Funny the little things I've noticed about him, like how he sleeps with the window open, how he double knots his shoe laces, how he-
Peeta coughs awkwardly and speaks up, interuping my thoughts.
"uh, would you like to sit down?" he asks, nodding towards the living room. I nod and he leads me to his loveseat.
"So uh, how are you doing?" I ask.
"Pretty good... You?" Peeta says.
"I'm alright.. How are... Uh we?"
"What?"
I sigh. "I-I... Ugh I mean, like, what are we doing?"
He laughs. "I don't know Katniss, what do you want to be doing?"
"D-Do you still love me?" I stutter.
We stare at each other for what seems like forever and then he kisses me. He actually kisses me. I'm surprised at first but I don't resist. We get lost in the kiss, and I want it to never end, I want to fill his warmth forever but we have to stop for air.
"Does that answer you question?" he asks grinning.
I nod and I pull him in for another kiss. -
Peeta's Proposal
/wowie this took a few hours to write, but I'm very proud of it :D I really hope you like it, by the way it has nothing to do with my story Catching The Girl On Fire./
I look at the beautiful ring in the little black box I hold in my hand. Not to brag, but I designed it myself. The woman who made it for me was a huge fan of The Star Crossed Lovers and it took me awhile to convince her not to tell anyone about me buying a ring until I actually give it to Katniss. The ring is pretty simple, a gold band with dimonds and pearls. One of pearls is the one I gave Katniss in the Quell. It's been two years since the rebellion. Katniss and I have been living together in my house for over a year now, and I think it's time to pop the question. I hear Katniss turn the water off in the shower, I quickly close the box and stuff it in my pocket. I go downstairs and grab a picnic basket and blanket out of the closet. The timer on the oven go off and I remember the Cheese Buns I made. I take them out and let them cool. Katniss comes downstairs with her wavy dark hair damp on her sholders.
"Mmmmmm Cheese Buns," she says. She goes to grab one, "Nah uh!" I say swating her hand away. "Whyyyy?" she pouts. I smirk. She's so cute when she pouts.
"We're going on a picnic today," I say. I get a container that I put the Cheese Buns in it, then I put them in the picnic basket. Katniss smiles. "What's the occasion?" she asks.
"No occasion," I lie. "Just want to spend some time with my beautiful girlfriend."
"Mhmmm" she says, unconvinced."No, really!" I say. "Okay," she laughs. "When will we leave for our picnic?" she asks. "Now," I say, sneaking in a bottle of champaign and two glasses when she isn't looking. I take the basket in one hand and her hand in the other. We exit out the door and we are on our way.
"Where's the location?" Katniss asks.
"Your choice," I tell her.
She smiles. "Okay... The meadow."
"Right you are," I say.
We walk down the road from Victor's Village to the town. We've made alot of progress on rebuilding the town. Katniss and I rebuilt the bakery a few months ago and it looks really good, if I do say so myself. We didn't rebuild The Seam or The Hob, since people can afford better now. They aren't rich as the people in The Capital were, but richer than the merchants were. There are no more Hunger Games, we never had the Capital children one after Katniss shot Coin, so the town square is a much happier place. I used to just see it as the place where children get picked to die. As we walk through town, I see Haymitch for the first time in two weeks. He's buying alot of white liquor. He doesn't drink as much now, but he makes sure to stock up. Before I know it we are in the meadow and the nerves kick in. I'm fixing to ask the girl I've loved since I was 5 to marry me. I have to make it perfect, because Katniss deserves perfect.
We lay the blanket out on the grass and sit on it. There many are dandelions and primroses surrounding us. Perfect. Katniss is humming The Valley Song to the mockingjays, sometimes singing a few lines. Beautiful. I take out the still-warm Cheese Buns and champaign and set them out. I fill up the glasses halfway with champaign. I rub against Katniss's shoulder, and she comes out of her trance and looks at me. I hand her a glass. She laughs.
"Oh Peeta, champaign and Cheese Buns."
I raise my glass and grin at her. "Cheers."
"Cheers," she replies, taking a sip. I hand her a Cheese Bun and take one myself.
The day passes by fast, it is soon sunset. Katniss' head is on my lap and I'm stroking her hair. I look up at the sky and think, it's now or never. I kinda nunge Katniss off and she gives me a weird look. I look up at the sunset again before getting down on one knee, which is kinda awkward since she is sitting. I think she realizes what's happening before I take her hand and say:
"Katniss, I've loved you since I was five years old. Yet, somehow, everyday I find a way to love you more. I love how you hunt, I love your stuborness, how you never give up, how you braid your hair, how you love Cheese Buns... I just love everything about you. We've been through hell and back together and I would do it all over again if your with me."
"And now," I say, taking the box out of my pocket, "I hope you will give me the privilege of calling you my wife." I open and box and look into her eyes. "Katniss, will you marry me?"
She stares at me in shock, like she can't believe this is really happening to her. She looks in my eyes and I see a few tears escape her eyes. "I.. Yes. Yes, I'll marry you Peeta," she says practilly jumping on me and clinging to me. My eyes tear up a little. She actually said yes. She's going to be my wife.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair.
"I love you too Peeta." -
Peeta's Proposal
/wowie this took a few hours to write, but I'm very proud of it :D I really hope you like it, by the way it has nothing to do with my story Catching The Girl On Fire./
I look at the beautiful ring in the little black box I hold in my hand. Not to brag, but I designed it myself. The woman who made it for me was a huge fan of The Star Crossed Lovers and it took me awhile to convince her not to tell anyone about me buying a ring until I actually give it to Katniss. The ring is pretty simple, a gold band with dimonds and pearls. One of pearls is the one I gave Katniss in the Quell. It's been two years since the rebellion. Katniss and I have been living together in my house for over a year now, and I think it's time to pop the question. I hear Katniss turn the water off in the shower, I quickly close the box and stuff it in my pocket. I go downstairs and grab a picnic basket and blanket out of the closet. The timer on the oven go off and I remember the Cheese Buns I made. I take them out and let them cool. Katniss comes downstairs with her wavy dark hair damp on her sholders.
"Mmmmmm Cheese Buns," she says. She goes to grab one, "Nah uh!" I say swating her hand away. "Whyyyy?" she pouts. I smirk. She's so cute when she pouts.
"We're going on a picnic today," I say. I get a container that I put the Cheese Buns in it, then I put them in the picnic basket. Katniss smiles. "What's the occasion?" she asks.
"No occasion," I lie. "Just want to spend some time with my beautiful girlfriend."
"Mhmmm" she says, unconvinced."No, really!" I say. "Okay," she laughs. "When will we leave for our picnic?" she asks. "Now," I say, sneaking in a bottle of champaign and two glasses when she isn't looking. I take the basket in one hand and her hand in the other. We exit out the door and we are on our way.
"Where's the location?" Katniss asks.
"Your choice," I tell her.
She smiles. "Okay... The meadow."
"Right you are," I say.
We walk down the road from Victor's Village to the town. We've made alot of progress on rebuilding the town. Katniss and I rebuilt the bakery a few months ago and it looks really good, if I do say so myself. We didn't rebuild The Seam or The Hob, since people can afford better now. They aren't rich as the people in The Capital were, but richer than the merchants were. There are no more Hunger Games, we never had the Capital children one after Katniss shot Coin, so the town square is a much happier place. I used to just see it as the place where children get picked to die. As we walk through town, I see Haymitch for the first time in two weeks. He's buying alot of white liquor. He doesn't drink as much now, but he makes sure to stock up. Before I know it we are in the meadow and the nerves kick in. I'm fixing to ask the girl I've loved since I was 5 to marry me. I have to make it perfect, because Katniss deserves perfect.
We lay the blanket out on the grass and sit on it. There many are dandelions and primroses surrounding us. Perfect. Katniss is humming The Valley Song to the mockingjays, sometimes singing a few lines. Beautiful. I take out the still-warm Cheese Buns and champaign and set them out. I fill up the glasses halfway with champaign. I rub against Katniss's shoulder, and she comes out of her trance and looks at me. I hand her a glass. She laughs.
"Oh Peeta, champaign and Cheese Buns."
I raise my glass and grin at her. "Cheers."
"Cheers," she replies, taking a sip. I hand her a Cheese Bun and take one myself.
The day passes by fast, it is soon sunset. Katniss' head is on my lap and I'm stroking her hair. I look up at the sky and think, it's now or never. I kinda nunge Katniss off and she gives me a weird look. I look up at the sunset again before getting down on one knee, which is kinda awkward since she is sitting. I think she realizes what's happening before I take her hand and say:
"Katniss, I've loved you since I was five years old. Yet, somehow, everyday I find a way to love you more. I love how you hunt, I love your stuborness, how you never give up, how you braid your hair, how you love Cheese Buns... I just love everything about you. We've been through hell and back together and I would do it all over again if your with me."
"And now," I say, taking the box out of my pocket, "I hope you will give me the privilege of calling you my wife." I open and box and look into her eyes. "Katniss, will you marry me?"
She stares at me in shock, like she can't believe this is really happening to her. She looks in my eyes and I see a few tears escape her eyes. "I.. Yes. Yes, I'll marry you Peeta," she says practilly jumping on me and clinging to me. My eyes tear up a little. She actually said yes. She's going to be my wife.
I let go of her for a momment to slip the ring on her left finger. She gasps when she sees the Quell pearl. I pull her back to me.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair.
"I love you too Peeta." -
Heartbeat
Summary: Katniss has a terrible nightmare and she has to see Peeta
Rating: M
A/N: I came so so so close to making this a full blown lemon but I've never done that before and you don't really need the details do you? Okay, mosty I felt like the awkward 13 year old freak I am writing down my teenaged hormonal thoughts. So this is proabably pretty cheesy. I hope you like it though, R&R!
I make my way down the creak, not sure if Peeta could of gone this way. Then I see the spots of blood, that someone clearly tried to hide but did not much damage to that. Remembering Cato's words about Peeta's cut, I decide to go on following the blood trails. I finally find him, covered in blood and mud. I reach down to wipe the mud of his beautiful face. I shake him gently, to get him to wake up. He does not. I stare at his face for a long time and turn my gaze to his unmoving chest. He's dead. I start breathing heavy and saying a bunch of stuff that doesn't make sence, and I start shreiking his name....
"P-Peeta!" I jerk awake. I feel the soreness in my throat from screaming in my sleep, the covers knocked off the bed from my thrashing. I look around the room, despertly longing for his strong arms around me, comforting me, protecting me. He isn't here. He hasn't been here for a long, long time. I remember the argument we had earlier in the evening at dinner. Haymitch had not shown up like he usually does, so it left Peeta and I to tend the conversation ourselfs. It has been awkward since the day he came back, to say the least, but I'm happy just to see him in my kitchen. To know that he is alive and well. Not too well though. We were eating supper, lost in our own thoughts, when his eyes suddenly went black. He slammed them shut and cluched the chair for dear life. I had never witness one of his flashbacks, but I have certinly heard of them.
"Peeta," I whisper, touching his arm. He jerks away from my touch. About two minutes later his grip on the chair loosens and his eyesopen and return to the beautiful shade of blue.
"Are you okay?" I ask awkwardly.
He stays quiet for a momment, then responds;
"No, No I'm not."
"Do you need something? Tea, warm mil-"
"No! I don't need anything from you! I need to stay away from you!"
I stare at him, surprised by his outburst. His face softens a bit.
"I need to go Katniss... I could have hurt you."
"But you didn't!"
"But I could have! I'm not taking any chances with your life."
"Peeta, I'm not afraid!"
"I am!"
"Fine, go home, live all alone in your world. I don't need you anyway!" I say, running up to my bedroom and slamming the door. I fling myself on my bed and stay quiet a minute. I hear the gentle closing of the front door. I bury my face in my pillow and cry. I cry because I yelled at him. I cry because Peeta's gone. I cry because The Capitol took him from me. Then, like everynight, I cry myself to sleep to be awaken by nightmares.
I run my fingers through my sweaty damp hair. I need to see him. I need to know that he is okay, after that dream... What if he- stop thinking like that Katniss! I tell myself. I look at the clock. 5:22 AM. He should be up by now, baking bread. I throw my legs over the mattress and shakily stand up. I go to my dresser and chance into grey jeans and a white sweater, somehow showing up in my nightgown from the Capitol doesn't sound like a great idea. I run a brush through my hair and braid it, then I go downstairs to the front door. I grab my warm coat off the rack and bundle up. It's early December, in District 12 that means you could freeze on the short ten yard walk to Peeta's house. I go out the door and shut it behind me and head towards Peeta's house.
I stand at the door for a long time before I get the nerve to knock. As if he were waiting for me, the door opens almost immediately.
We stare at one another for five minutes.
"Hi," I offer.
"Hey," he says.
"I uh... I'm sorry," I blurt. He looks at me in surprise. Does he really think I'm so heartless that I meant what I said?
"It's okay...uh, come in," he says ushering me inside from the cold into the warm house smelling of baking bread. He walks into the kitchen and I follow him. He takes a loaf of bread out of the oven and places another one in then sets the timer. He turns around and looks at me, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "You shouldn't be here, you need stay away from me," he says.
"I needed to see you Peeta," I whisper.
"Why?"
"I had a nightmare... You were dead. It made me realize just how much I-I need you," My mind goes back to the beach in the Quell. The hunger that took me over. The need for his lips on mine.
He sighs, walking closer to me, capturing me into a hug. "I'm here Katniss, I'm not gonna leave you again."
I jerk away from him. "Yes you are!" I yell. "Your leaving me, because your damn afraid of hurting me! I'm not afraid Peeta, I trust you, I-I love you!"
The world freezes. Did I just say I love you?
I do, I realize. I love him. More then anything. The world stops and only me and him are there. I know Haymitch is next door drinking liqour faster then lighting but in my mind, time is frozen. And suddenly the ice melts and his lips are on mine. We fit together like a puzzle piece, Peeta and I, moving around together, always fitting. His tounge begs for entry and I open my mouth to let him in. Our tounges dance for what seems like hours. When we finally part we stare into each other's eyes.
"Don't shut me out Peeta," I whisper. "I don't want to- I will not- live without you in my life."
Slowly, he nods. Then his lips find mine again.
But I need more.
He does too, apparently.
He guides me to the stairs, turning off the ovens on the way, his lips never leaving mine. Uncontrolably, my legs wrap around his waist, one hand goes around his neck the other ruffles his hair. He pushes the bedroom door open with his foor and lays me gently on the bed. We keep kissing, slowly taking our clothing off. I run my fingers over him. I whimper as he places a finger into me, then another and another. We go on like this forever until we both reach our climax. We breath heavily, not yet finished. He hovers over me, looking into my eyes, as if asking, are you sure? As an answer, I pull him closer to me. It hurts for the first while but eventully, I have never felt more whole. When we reach our climax, we collapse on top of each other.
We shift into our victory tour sleeping positon, my head laying on his chest with his strong arms around me. He looks at me.
"You love me, real or not real?"
"Real," I whisper.
He smiles and turns his head back. I shift my head over to his heart, and let the thump, thump, thump, of his heartbeat guide me to sleep. -
Chapter 7
/wow this took awhile... I'm not really in the mood for writing, expect for one shots, which I've poted two of... I don't have much free time anymore and Ispend that songwriting and wathing dumb youtube videos... Right now I'm watching Bad Lip Reading OBSIDIOTS:Live From District 11. I watch it like three times a day... I really like the song for some reason. Right now I'm in a good mood so I'll write you guys a chapter. I'm in a good mood because MOCKINGJAY PART 2 OH MY GOD WOOAOANANANAHJAODNNDHFIEN. I wasn't going to write another chapter but the 13th review made me have to... Thanks for the instapration, your reviews no matter how short they are make me write lol. P.S to that reviewer, I looooove your stories :)/
I sit on the counter in the kitchen of Peeta and I's house. It's been two months since we... Got back together? Were we ever together? Anyway, in that time we moved in together. In Peeta's house. He has a art room and a big kitchen here and my house... Has Prim's room. Nightmares and flashbacks come less often for the both of us, together we are healing the best we can. We sleep together... We sleep in the bed, we aren't sleeping together sleeping together. We've come close at times but something always seems to interupt us, Haymitch, the cat, a phone call from my mother. That was a few days ago, she apparently has been calling my house for a few days and I haven't answered so she called Haymitch to see what the hell was going on and he told her I lived with Peeta now.
She was upset that I moved in with a boy and we aren't married or it's only been two months, all that. I don't see why, it's none of her business. I've been raising myself since I was 11 so I think I can make my own decisions. Even if I hadn't, I'll be 18 in two weeks Peeta's 18th birthday was in October. Around the time that the Rebellion ended... A week after Prim's death. I need to stop thinking about her. Or I need to learn to think about her in a better way, a way that doesn't make me loose my breath everytime I think her name.
Her birthday is tomorrow.
She would have been 14.
I want to be happy on this day, but I know I won't even be able to get out of bed. Peeta will proabbly be there with me the whole time. We've been working on rebuilding thr bakery, but he will take tomorrowoff and stay with me. Or maybe he'll make me do something to take my mind of it. But my mind won't ever leave that topic of the day. Tomorrow is just going to be hard as s---.
"Katniss?"
I look up to Peeta. By the looks of things I've been in thought for awhile. I attemp to give him a smile but it's failed. He sighs and suddenly picks me up off the counter.
"Peeta!" I try to scowl but I just end up laughing. He smiles at me and doesn't let me go. We go out of the kitchen and head out the back door. When we are out, he finally sets me down on the soft grass. We lay back on the ground and look up at the beautiful sunset. Mixed colors reflect on the grass, the beautiful orange shinning on Peeta's face. It reminds me of the day on the training centre roof, before the interviews for the 75th Hunger Games. I snuggle closer to Peeta, my head on his chest. He strokes my hair, taking it out of it's braid. I sniff the fresh air, only to find it smells like burnt... Cheese buns!
I bolt upward. "Peeta, the cheese buns!"
We get up and run back to the kitchen. Smoke fills it and the timer is beeping like crazy. I open all the windows and Peeta takes the burnt buns out. We clean up the mess, and when we finish Peeta offers me a cheese bun.
I take it from him.
"mmm, black cheese, my favorite," I say. I consider taking a bite to make the joke better but decide I can't bare it. He smiles and pulls me towards him in a hug. He kisses my head and whispers, "I love you."
"I love you too." -
Chapter 8
/yay for yall! I posted a chapter last night, now here is a new one! I hope you like it, I liked writing it. Thanks for the reviews, favorites, and follows. I realized Peeta never knew about Katniss's cutting and I didn't mention it too much. I love Katniss cutting fanfictions, which that sounds bad, sorry lol. I also didn't want to write a chapter about Katniss crying in bed all day over Prim so I wrote this./
I stay awake a long time after my nightmare. I focus on filling my lungs with air. Peeta holds me and tells me it's not real, just a nightmare.
But it was real.
I dreamt of children being blown up by bombs created by Gale and Beetee. Prim being one of those children. Gone. Never coming back.
I glance up at the clock. 12:31 AM. Prim's birthday. My mother once told me that she was born at 12:34. When Prim turned 13, she stayed awake all night just watching the clock turn to 12:34. I remember that day well.
She was so excited to be a teenager.
The clock turns to 12:33.
"Katniss?"
My eyes switch from the clock to Peeta. His fingers trace the scars my left wrist. The scars I made. It's been a cold few months so I've been wearing long sleeves. But it was unusualy hot tonight and I just threw on one of Peeta's t-shirts. The Capitol took away most of my war scars, so the scars on my wrist stand out. He's never seen them. I thought I'd quit cutting after I moved in with Peeta.. ButI've cut a few times since. When I'm alone in the house the pain sometimes gets unbearable. I find myself running to my old house and locking myself in the bathroom, the only relief I can find is in my hidden knife, the sharp metal touching my skin. The last time I did it was three days ago.
"I've never noticed these scars before... A-are they from the war?" Peeta asks. He sounds like he knows the truth but doesn't want to believe it. Clearly he can see the fresher cuts.
I look back to the clock.
12:34.
I slowly shake my head. I hear his sharp intake of breath. "Where'd you get them then?" he asks in a whispers. I stare at the clock until it turns to 12:35. Then I look back to him.
"Me," I whisper.
"You made them?"
I bite my lip and nod. Then I burst into tears. He pulls me closer to him and sighs into my hair.
When I wake again he's not there. I slowly lift my head from the pillows. 3:00 AM.
I sniff the air. Smells like baking bread. I get out of bed and put my robe on. My left wrist feels weird. I think Peeta must have put scar cream or something on it. I slowly walk down the stairs. Peeta is in the kitchen baking bread. He only bakes bread at three in the morning when he is freaked out, angry, sad, he does it to try to stay calm. I rest my head on the door frame of the kitchen. I know he is going to have a heart attack when he finally notices me.
"Hi," I say.
He jumps and turns around. He smiles a little. "Hey."
I sit on a bar stool. He returns to his baking. I notice that the knifes aren't there anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if he took my razor from the bathroom. Oh well, if I need to cut, I can go to my old house. Even though I have a feeling Peeta isn't going to leave me alone for a long time. I wonder if he will even let me touch my bow. I get up and go to the living room and flop on the couch. I feel his eyes on me. I again realize it's Prim's birthday. I can't believe I got out of bed honestly. I look around the room until my eyes fall on the book. Maybe it's time to write her in it.
And so Primrose's 14th birthday was spent with Peeta, writing about my beautiful sister's life. -
(rEGAN, how are you?)
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I'm well, you?
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Thanksgiving with the Mellarks
Katniss runs around the house, checking off the list of things to do.
House cleaned and decorated, check.
Haymitch invited, check.
Turkey frying, no. No?
"Peeta?" Katniss calls out. "Yeah? I'm in the kitchen," he says. She goes in there to find a surprisly clean kitchen. After all the cooking he has done, making every dish from the sweet potato souflle to the turkey, not one spot is on the counters.
"How are you cooking the turkey?" Katniss asks, hoping it's in the oven because she is almost positive it's not in the fryer.
"Turkey? Oh... OH!"
Haymitch is coming in a hour, it's 4:00 PM. It takes about two hours to fry the turkey.
"Don't worry Peeta, you got it seasoned right? We can fry it or bake or whatever in two hours, so we'll be an hour late, Haymitch will live," Katniss says.
"I know, I just wanted Willow's first Thanksgiving to be perfect."
"An hour doesn't matter so much Peeta, it will be perfect enough," Katniss says, quickly kissing her husband of thirteen years and going upstairs to check on the baby.
Hearing the soft coos of her daughter as entering the nursery, Katniss wonders why she waited so long for it. Willow almost 7 months old, and beautiful as the day is long. Brown curls, blue eyes, an angel. She holds her baby and takes her downstairs. She stands at the doorway of the kitchen watching her husband. He turns and smiles at the two of them, a beautiful site.
He comes over and wraps an arm around Katniss, kissing the top of her head and staring at his daughter. Katniss lays her head on Peeta's chest. Looking at her husband and child, she realizes how thankful she is. -
/Thanks for the favs :) sorry for the wait. I've gotten a few comments on other stories about my grammer and spelling, I'm sorry, it's mostly typos that I don't notice when I read over. I don't have spell check or anything, just an IPad one notepad app. I'm also only in 7th grade. I ask Siri most of the words I can't spell but she gets them wrong sometimes too. The ending is a little off but I'm not sure how to make a conversation between Peeta and his love's father/
Chapter 2, Goodbye
My daughter and the Mellark boy are brought into the Justice Building. My family and I stand in line to say goodbye. Lily and Prim are sobbing. They let us in. Katniss is sitting on the fancy couch, eyes slammed shut and humming some song. I think it is The Hanging Tree. I sit down beside and pull her in my lap like when she was a little girl. She takes a deep breath and puts herself back into tough mode. She gives us a forced smile and gets up and sorta paces around the room. She picks up a sobbing Primrose and holds her, bringing her on the couch.
"It's alright," she whispers and puts her down.
"You have to win," Prim begs.
"I'll try my best," Katniss says.
"No, don't just try your best Katniss, win," Prim sobs.
"Prim honey, I-"
"NO!"
Katniss sighs deeply, getting up again from the couch.
"Okay," she whispers. Prim hugs her so tight Katniss looks like she can't breathe. She finally lets go and Lily goes to her. "I love you darling. You know it right?" she asks, whiping an escaped tear off her face.
"I know mama. I love you too."
"Good. I'll see you when you get home baby," Lily says, kissing the top of Katniss head.
I go over to my eldest daughter, my angel. The child that takes after me in more ways then just looks. Tears fill my eyes as I look over here, for the last time. Even if she does come back, when she comes back, she'll be a different person. But maybe her family can help her through the rough times ahead. I pull my baby to me and kiss her head. "I love you baby girl," I say.
"I love you too Daddy."
We don't have much time left. "Listen honey, listen to your mentor, Haymitch okay?"
"Okay."
"A-and trust the boy," I whisper in her ear. She looks at me funny and opens her mouth to reply but the peacekeepers burst in to take us away.
"I love you!" Katniss yelps before we are ever so kindly escorted (dragged) out of the room.
As we slowly walk out of the Justice Building, I turn around and tell Lily and Prim I'll be back. I stand in the short line to vist the Mellark boy. I see his father in the line to vist Katniss. We make eye contact for a second then a peacekeeper shoves me the boy's room. I struggle to causlly keep my balance. The kid, Peeta I think, looks up at me awkwardly. I can tell he has shed a few tears.
I stand by the door and smile at the poor boy. In a week he will be thrown into an arena with the girl he obviously has a crush on- obvious to everyone expect for Katniss.
"Hey kid," I say. I have rarely if ever spoken to him. But Katniss tells me he's very friendly and popular at school. I don't think Kat realizes how much she talks about the boy at home.
"Hello, sir," Peeta says, standing up to shake my hand. Nice kid I think to myself.
I want to say something about his intentions with my daughter but I'm not sure how to approach it. So I just say "Good luck kid."
"Thanks," Peeta says, trying a smile but it's hard on this day.
As I leave I tell him, "Hope to see you again."
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