katniss there is no district twelve

ok but how about katniss having a happy ending with johanna instead:

  • johanna and katniss helping each other recover after the war
  • johanna helping katniss cope with the loss of her sister, because she’s lost her own family members and she knows how awful that is. because she doesn’t want katniss to have to be alone like she was when she lost her own family
  • katniss eventually having a serious talk with johanna about her fear of water and the fact that she hasn’t bathed
  • katniss doing all she can to help johanna recover and gradually become more tolerant of water
  • johanna kicking katniss’ ass into gear whenever things are bad
  • johanna being gentle and understanding of katniss’ grieving when the above is not appropriate for the moment
  • johanna showing katniss district seven, building a log cabin for them to live in together
  • the two of them eventually adopting children together and finally feeling what it’s like to have a family again
  • johanna and katniss take their children on hikes and camping trips through the forests of seven/twelve and show the world to them
  • johanna teaching their children how to use axes and chop down trees and be miniature lumberjacks
  • katniss and johanna spending the rest of their lives together
  • katniss and johanna growing old together
  • i’m crying right now

Not a Gryffindor Not a Slytherin Not even a Ravenclaw Her personality shows she is a hufflepuff and people shouldn’t be overlooking or denying this because it’s the ‘weak’ house or because heroes belong in Gryffindor etc.


“I don’t want you forgetting how different our circumstaces are. If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life.“ Peeta says. "I would never be happy again. It’s different for you. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard. But there are other people who’d make your life worth living.”

“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no selfpity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handfull of friends. But they will get on…. I realise only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

“I do,” I say. “I need you.”

The Hunger Games, a sequel which started in 2012, based on an annual death game between two representatives per each of the twelve districts powered by the capital. During the second film, Catching Fire you start to realise how the costumes are used to portray a message of rebellion from the victors of the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games are compulsory to watch throughout the districts, therefore the victors are very well-known and are used as a power symbol, Especially Katniss. Throughout the film Katniss is given the title  ‘Mockingjay’ (A Bird species in the film) which was used as a symbol of rebellion, during the films her costumes were used as an act of rebellion. At any chance Katniss would provide the image of the Mockingjay, this includes her wedding dress transforming from a beautiful white gown into a black feathered-like dress representing the Mockingjay. Throughout the films the capital show their power over the districts by their fashion style, they tend to wear expensive crazy garments accessorised with huge coloured wigs, like the outfit above which Effie is wearing, this proves that the citizens of the capital are nothing like the people in the districts.

Hunger Games Aesthetic Time Travel AU (Pt.3)

Peeta Mellark is a problem. It seems that no matter the timeline – and she means this in the nicest way she knows how to be – Peeta Mellark is always a problem.

He has a crush on her the size of District Twelve. It’s pretty damn obvious now. The thing is, he doesn’t know her. He didn’t really know her the first time around either, at the beginning, but the canyon between them is even wider this time. This Peeta isn’t her Peeta, the one she went through hell and back with, and even then, when it was her Peeta, things were… complicated. So complicated.

She’s tried to find the man she knew in this boy, the baker’s son, who looks at her with something like quiet puppyish adoration, and she can’t. Peeta from the other future survived two Games and the Capitol and a war. He came out damaged and broken but still standing strong.

This one – for all the hardships he’s endured just from growing up in Twelve – has not experienced the worst the Capitol can dish out, hasn’t even come close. He’s… innocent, and young, and true suffering has not yet touched him.

It makes Katniss uncomfortable just by being near him because a part of her feels as if she’ll dirty him – hurt him, take away that innocence – through mere proximity alone.

All of this comes down to the fact that… well, what will they do for the Games? They can pretend to be lovers again, but that just makes Katniss feel like she’s taking advantage of a kid, which she sort of is, considering she’s actually an adult in an adolescent’s body. Also, she can admit that she’s always been the straightforward type, and pretending to be something she isn’t has never really worked out for her. The only reason they had everyone fooled the first time was purely due to a combination of her own obliviousness, Peeta and Haymitch plotting behind her back,  Peeta’s genuine feelings, and necessity.

The thing is, Katniss… doesn’t really know how to love. Not properly, not the way other people seem to be able to. Her love is reserved for her sister (and Prim is still alive, and Katniss can hardly wrap her mind around that), her dead father, Gale, and their combined family, and for the longest time, there wasn’t really any room for anyone else or anything else.

She knows how to love in a way that means she would sacrifice anything for the people she gives that love to. She doesn’t know how to fall in love.

It’s partly why she never returned Gale’s feelings. It just… never occurred to her. But she loves him, she loves her sister, Gale’s siblings, even her mother, and she loves them with everything she has.

More than once, she’s wondered why that’s never been enough. Why the people around her – Gale and Peeta especially – always wanted more, when she really had nothing more to give.

The whole issue came back to Peeta, it always came back to Peeta, and at first, it was about a debt repaid, it was about survival. But then Peeta kept pushing, and somehow, he wormed his way into her heart, and in the end, he became one of Her People, and she had to care about him too.

She still doesn’t know if – in that other timeline – she truly grew to love him, romantically, the way Peeta always wanted, or if it was just a mix of shared trauma and I-can’t-lose-you-too and guilt and the only brand of love she understands. But she owed it to him to try, and so she did, yet now…

Well none of that matters now, does it? If there’s one thing Katniss is good at, it’s compartmentalizing, and that’s probably at least half the reason she hasn’t truly freaked out yet about the science fiction angle that her life’s veered into. She doesn’t think about the people she left behind, only about what she can and can’t do in the here and now.

And she can’t love this Peeta. There’s just too many differences between them now. But she still cares about him. Peeta is still Peeta even if it’s not the one she knows, and she can’t even imagine leaving him to die.

Gale once said, “Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.”

Story of her life. She knows Gale didn’t mean it that way, that he meant between him and Peeta, but it applies in a more general sense too, in that she’s always been practical like that. She can’t survive without Her People, so – provide for her own, cut her losses when she has to, and leave the rest to rot, because what does anyone else matter when compared to the people she loves?

And she’s still that girl. Maybe even more that girl than she ever has been. And that’s why she has to save Peeta.

Now she just has to figure out how. Haymitch – the bastard – has been singularly unhelpful. She doesn’t know why she still appreciates his brutal honesty.

“I don’t know Peeta, sweetheart, so as much as you might not like to hear this, I don’t care about him any more than I did the last however many kids I’ve lost to these damn Games.”

“That’s a lie; you cared about all those kids. It’s why you don’t get close to the tributes, and it’s part of the reason you drink, to drown out all the guilt and regret.”

“…I’m beginning to see a major downside in having a time traveller hanging around. Okay, I cared about them the way anyone with half a heart would care about sending kids in to die. That includes Peeta. Look, I’m rooting for the tribute who has the best chance at winning, and it’s sad that I can only pick one, but Katniss, that’s you, not him. Besides, how many times did I sacrifice him in that other timeline in favour of saving you, sweetheart?”


“I thought so.”

“You didn’t want to.”

“Well obviously; I can’t see myself hating the kid. I mean from what you’ve told me, and what I’ve seen, he’s practically the poster boy for all-around selfless angel in this day and age, and while I can see that getting annoying sooner or later, you can’t really hate those types. But it’s a matter of who’s stronger and more important right now, and unfortunately, neither of those is him. Let him die, don’t let him die – I don’t care. If you can pull it off, great. Kudos to you. I’ll even lend a hand. Just make sure you don’t die in the process.”

There was always one other who managed to find a place in her heart without ever even trying, and possibly without even wanting to be there. That’s probably why there are days when Katniss wants to kill Haymitch just as much as she wants him to live.

Love Me Like You Do: Chapter 1

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I’ve wiped mysweaty palms on my jeans more than one hundred times throughout my walk towhere I’ll be working during my break from college. None of the other businesses in District Twelve were hiring college students for the summer so my last resort was a small bakery, Mellark’s.

I spoke to one of the owners, a man, when I applied for the job. He told me that Mellark’s is a family owned business, and they didn’t hire many outside workers. Luckily for me, the summer was a busy time for them, with summer weddings and such.

And although he was very kind, his wife scowled at me the entire time we spoke. To avoid any further conflict, I plan to keep quiet and smile while she’s around.

As I enter the bakery, I hear the bell above the door ring. I’m expecting to be greeted by the owner, Mr. Mellark, but instead, his gorgeous, blonde, and muscular son greets me.

“Hey! You must be Katniss,” he says with a grin plastered on his face.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Peeta,” he extends his hand for me to shake, and when our skin makes contact I feel the flour that dusts most of his body not protected by clothing. After I pull away, I attempt to brush the flour off with my other hand.

“Sorry!” he says. “It’s inevitable here. Flour is everywhere. You’ll be coated in ten seconds.”

I feel as if my legs are going to give out on me when he smiles.

“It’s…It’s fine,” I mutter, surely sounding like a fool. I don’t understand why I’m this nervous, I’ve only just met him.

“So, I’ve been chosen to train you. I think we’ll start with cheese buns.”

“Cheese buns?” I’ve never heard of them. I was sure that this job would be relatively simple, making cookies and frosting cupcakes and such.

“Yeah, you’ll love them,” he says, smiling from ear to ear.

Peeta retreats to a large cabinet for the ingredients needed to make cheese buns. His eyes frequently flicker in my direction, making me feel extremely self-conscious.

Does my hair look okay? Is there something on my face?

“What?” I snap, finally fed up with his staring.

“What do you mean?” he asks, confusion laced in his voice and etched into his prominent features.

He runs his strong hand through his blonde hair, to push it off of his forehead. Now I’m the one who finds myself staring instead, in awe of his beauty.

Peeta looks as if he could be around my age, but his personality leads me to believe he’s quite older than me. While the mystery has been racking at my brain, I realize I’ve been too busy gawking at him and haven’t responded.

“Uh… You were staring.”

“Sorry, Katniss. I can’t help it though. You’re beautiful.”

An awkward silence fills the entire room, and soon enough, Peeta is apologizing once again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s fine…”

When the silence becomes overwhelming I blurt out, “Well, those cheese buns aren’t going to bake themselves.”

Laughing to himself, Peeta moves to measure all of the ingredients, and pours them into a giant mixer. This is all too complicated, and I’m sure that when I’m left alone to do this, I will fail miserably.

“I’m going to go preheat the ovens, just turn the mixer on until the dough looks evenly incorporated. Okay?” Peeta asks.

“Um, sure.”

It’s just turning the mixer on Katniss, you can’t mess this up. I repeat in my head, attempting to rid myself of the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I flick the mixer on, and I’m immediately coated with flour, milk, and every other ingredient Peeta had added. I stand there for a few moments after turning the mixer off, squeezing my eyes shut and willing myself to wake up from this wretched nightmare I must be stuck in.

“What the hell is going on?” I hear a woman’s voice yell from behind me.

As I snap my head around and wipe the flour from my eyes, I see the owner’s wife. If looks could kill, I would have instantly died.


“Uh, I’m sorry. I was just…” I’ve lost the ability to form words, and I watch as Peeta reenters the room, his jaw dropping to the floor. Almost immediately, he bursts out into a fit of laughter and I can’t help but join him.

His mother directs her glare in his direction now. “Peeta, this is not funny.”

Peeta hands me a towel to wipe the flour mixture off my face as we continue to laugh.

“Young lady, this is not a good impression on your first day,” she nearly shouts at me, placing her fists angrily onto her hips.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say through my laughter.

She turns and storms out of the kitchen, and I hear her mutter, “I told him not to hire her,” under her breath.

“Start the mixer off slowly next time. I should have warned you,” Peeta says.

“I’m sorry!” I say as my laughter subsides. “I’m sorry.”

“Katniss, it’s fine. We’ll make another batch. Not a big deal.”

This time, Peeta let’s me measure the ingredients into the large mixer bowl. He leans to look into the bowl, and rests his hand on the small of my back. My body instantly tenses, and I can only hope he doesn’t notice.

Do I want him touching me like that? What makes me nervous is that I honestly don’t know the answer.

Throughout the day, Peeta teaches me everything there is to know about the bakery. We’ve made cheese buns, several kinds of cookies, and now he’s teaching me how to use the cash register and how to greet customers.

I didn’t think this would be my forte, because my face is regularly set in a permanent scowl, but Peeta is making it easy.

His smile is contagious, and I find it’s quite laid-back and relaxing talking to the customers. It’s better than working in the kitchen and constantly being stared at and judged by Peeta’s mother.

I find myself watching Peeta as he works. I can’t tear my eyes away from the muscles in his arms that move slightly when he picks up a ball of dough, or opens the oven doors. The smile that he wears as he greets and serves the customers, and the way he runs his hands through his hair causes me to struggle to catch my breath.

You don’t have a crush on Peeta. You don’t even know Peeta. Don’t be silly.

For the rest of my first day at work my gaze shifts quite often to Peeta, and if I’m not mistaken, his shifts to me as well.


For the next week, I nearly sprint to work. My level of excitement to be around Peeta again worries me, but I immediately push those thoughts out of my head. I don’t have a crush, he’s simply just fun to be around and to talk to.

Yesterday, Peeta was sick, and I was stuck working with one of his older brothers. To say that I was disappointed would be an understatement.

When I arrive at the bakery, I say a silent prayer that Peeta is feeling better today. I cannot take another day of uncomfortable conversation; I need him to come back to work desperately, or else I may lose my sanity.

As I tie my apron around my back, I feel someone’s arms envelop me from behind, and I know that it’s Peeta from his distinct smell..


“Hey,” I say, trying to seem calm. All the while, on the inside, I’m freaking out.

“Did you miss me yesterday?” he asks, grinning from ear to ear.

“Not at all. You should stay home more often,” I smirk at him and his face breaks out into a smile.

“Liar. You know you missed me.” We both laugh before getting started on baking for the day.

“You look nice today,” he says simply, beginning to knead the dough. “I really like your hair like that.”

My fingers involuntarily run down the length of my braid, and I can’t help the small smile that spreads across my face. “Thanks.”

After the baking is done, we’re on counter duty. The bakery seems to be busy today, which meant Peeta and I didn’t have much time for our usual conversations. I find myself watching him, and admiring the way he smiles and interacts with the customers.

The smile that I’ve become accustomed to is abruptly different now, changing dramatically as a blonde girl walks in. His face seems as if it could break in two, his mouth spreading wider than I’ve ever seen before.

“Delly!” Peeta yells, and then he walks around the counter and wraps his arms around her. His beautiful, strong, muscular arms that I want around me instead.

Just as she plants a kiss on his cheek, my heart sinks.

I had already had a dreadful fear that Peeta had a girlfriend, but I didn’t expect to be this disappointed whenever it was confirmed.

“My shift is actually over,” Peeta says as he releases the girl, Delly, from his grip. “Uh, Katniss, you can go too. My brother will be here any minute to take over anyway.”

“Oh…okay…” I say, almost inaudibly.

“Great job with those cupcakes today, by the way!” he says before he walks back around the counter.

He hangs up his apron and I follow to do the same. I’m stunned when he turns to me, enveloping me into another hug.

“I mean it, Katniss. You did good today.”

“Thanks, Peeta.”

My bliss soon fades, as I see Peeta walk out of the bakery with his arm around Delly.


I’m dreading work more than anything today because now I feel uncomfortable around Peeta. It’s obvious that he has been flirting with me, but I’m angry I let myself develop feelings. They were only very small, and minor feelings; but still feelings nonetheless.

I was finally able to admit it to myself last night. But fortunately, those feelings are gone now.

“Good morning, Katniss!” Peeta greets me, a wide smile crossing his face.

“Hi,” I say without making eye contact as I walk right past him to retrieve an apron.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Uh, okay. Let’s get started then.”

Peeta makes an effort to talk to me all day, but I can’t help but be cold with him. I almost feel betrayed, because he flirted with me often, and never once told me about his girlfriend, Delly. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I just can’t help it.

“Katniss, is something bothering you? You’ve been unusually quiet all day,” Peeta asks while we’re scooping chocolate chip cookie dough onto baking sheets.

Without lifting my eyes off of the cookies I simply reply, “Nope. I’m fine.” Peeta clearly doesn’t believe me.

“Bull shit,” he says.

“No, Peeta. I’m really fine.”

The rest of the day passes by with little communication between Peeta and I. Just as I’m beginning to think I could forget about my crush, and just be civil and be friends with him, I see her walk through the front door again.

“Hey, Delly! I forgot to introduce you yesterday. Katniss, this is Delly,” he says, too cheerful for my liking.

I take my apron off and throw it on the counter. “My shift is over, I’m leaving.”


Later that night I’m lying in my bed, attempting to force all thoughts of Peeta out of my mind. Just as I had begun to think I was successful, my phone vibrates in my hand.

Peeta: Hey, are you sure you’re okay?

Shit, I forgot that I gave him my phone number. I instantly regret that decision right now. I lie there a few moments, trying to decide what I want to say, if I want to say anything at all.

Katniss: Yup.

Peeta: Did I do something to upset you?

Yes, Peeta. Yes you did. You led me on for a week, and then crushed my aspirations of a relationship with you when your girlfriend showed up to work.

Katniss: Nope. Don’t worry about me, Peeta.

But honestly, how could I ever think I actually had feelings for him? I know nothing about him except that he’s a baker. I don’t know his middle name, if he grew up in District 12, if he goes to college, and most importantly, I don’t even know how old the guy is.

Peeta: I can’t help it. I’m worried about you.

Katniss: Don’t be. I’m fine.

Since it’s Friday night and I don’t have to work at the bakery again until Monday, I turn my phone off, throwing it onto my nightstand. Possibly tomorrow I’ll respond to whatever bullshit he sends next. Or maybe not, I haven’t decided.

A brilliant idea flashes into my brain and I sit up with a jolt of energy. I grab my laptop from the bedside table, and I sit impatiently waiting for it to power on. I stare at the screen, and when it finally turns on, my worries overwhelm me.

The butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter around at crazy speeds as I log into my Facebook account. I can’t figure out why I hadn’t thought of this sooner.

As I type PeetaMellark into the search bar, my nerves consume me. What if I won’t like what I find?

When I click on his page, my suspicions are confirmed, and exactly what I predicted; a profile picture with Delly.

I click on the about button, to see the personal information about him.

Relationship Status: Single

That can’t be accurate. I decide to click on the picture of Peeta and Delly, and read what people have commented on it.

Delly Cartwright: Best friends since birth! Love you so much little cousin! Xoxo

What the fuck? I don’t think I’ve ever felt this ignorant in my entire life. I let a spite of jealousy get the better of me, blocking my better judgment.

I reach to grab my phone as fast as my hands will possibly move. When it’s on, I quickly open Peeta’s unread text message.

Peeta: Katniss, I know you aren’t fine. Tell me what I did.

Katniss: I’m sorry, you’re right. But I’m fine now, I promise :)

Peeta: Good. I can’t stand it knowing you’re mad at me.

Katniss: Oh stop lying! :)

Peeta: I’m not lying. I like you, Katniss.

As my brain attempts to register this shock, the phone drops out of my hand. I decide to keep scrolling through his Facebook page because I still need more information about him.

The most shocking, and upsetting, piece of information that I find about him is his age. My jaw nearly hits the floor as I stare at his date of birth, and age.

Age: 25

Peeta is 25 years old, and I’m only 18. I’ve only just graduated high school less than one year ago. He’s far too old for me, and my mother would never approve. Neither would I, if I’m being honest.

Peeta: Lol I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so blunt.

Katniss: I like you too… But nothing can happen between us.

Peeta: Why? I’m confused.

Katniss: Peeta, I’m only 18. I could never date someone 7 years older than me.


An Evergreen Forest - a Katniss/Johanna fanfiction

After the war has ended, Johanna invites Katniss to visit her at her home in District Seven. Now they have a chance to spend time together in peace - and exactly what they will discover about each other will come as a surprise.

I was eager to get here because I needed to get away from Twelve – but why did Johanna want me here? I think back to the Quell. I remember Johanna’s listless eyes as she said “there’s no one left that I love.” Is she just lonely? After living and training together, I’m probably the closest thing she has to a friend. But the way she’s caring for me, like keeping her dogs inside just to make sure I wasn’t scared again, there’s something else. Maybe she feels guilty for all the times she was, as she put it, a raging bitch to me. All the biting comments, the way she used to make fun of me, the time she slapped me on the beach during the Quell. I was pretty sure she hated me. And I was ready to kill her. But now the Games are over. Johanna and I both know that the Games change you, and now that they’re over we’ve become different people. Exactly who is the post-Games Johanna?


“The rules of the Hunger Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoor arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.”

“My name is Peeta Mellark. I am eighteen years old. I used to live in district twelve until it was bombed by the Capitol, it was NOT my fault. I’m a baker. I’m a painter. My favorite color is a soft orange, like the sunset. I double knot my shoe laces, and don’t take sugar in my tea. I sleep with the windows open. I am NOT a mutt, a traitor, or a villain. I love Katniss Everdeen, and we are safe.”

ashamed (11/28)

Warnings: Kind of dark (not really??? but I want to cover my bases and not offend). References to polygamy, extreme age difference. Not very happy.

The total silence of the house was unsettling. The night was too still, too quiet for Katniss. Before, in the Seam, the nighttime was punctuated by noise. Coughs from sick neighbors. The heavy gait of the miners, some coming back home in the dead of night, others leaving their houses before the sun rose.

It was different here, in town. Here, there was no sound at night, nothing to interrupt the precious sleep of the wealthier inhabitants of Twelve.

Katniss didn’t like it.

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“I remember those woods so clearly,” Peeta murmured. “It all felt so…real, so natural compared to here, to what I grew up with. Even compared to the other Districts, there’s something about Twelve that just sticks with me.” He glanced across at her before his eyes darted away just as quickly. “Maybe that’s a remnant of my feelings for you, embedded in there somewhere.”

 A remnant of my feelings. He could have stabbed her in the heart and it would have hurt less.