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thegirlfromoverthepond  asked:

First sentence meme, please :" It's raining, it's always raining, and now, it's all wasted !" thank you !

Merci pour cette phrase amusante, mon amie! I hope you enjoy where I took it…


“It’s raining, it’s always raining, and now, it’s all wasted!” Katniss felt an unexpected pang of sympathy for the hysterical woman huddled beneath an umbrella, raving and wailing about the weather. Normally, Effie’s over the top theatrics drove Katniss crazy. But as Peeta kept reminding her, finding their places in the new Panem was hard for everyone, even the Capitolites. And while wedding planner wasn’t a profession that made any sense in District Twelve, it was clearly a position of prestige in the new Capitol.

Katniss watched with a combination of amusement and admiration as Peeta comforted their former escort, reassuring her that Octavia’s wedding would be perfect in spite of the rain. And as Peeta caught her eyes over Effie’s shoulder, Katniss knew they were both thinking the same thing: there was no way Effie would be planning their eventual nuptials.


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Update! I just posted chapter 3 on AO3.

Thanks @hpfanonezillion for betaing this story! :)


“Is it true?” Peeta asks, his voice quiet, almost getting carried by the wind. He walks looking ahead, his steps loud and steady.

“Is what true?” she asks. Something moves inside her, uncomfortable.

The moon shines behind them as they head towards the Meadow, not full yet, but close enough that there’s plenty of light to see. Katniss isn’t sure if she’s the one guiding them, or if both had the same thought.

He still isn’t looking at her. “You know what,” he says quietly.

And truth is, she does. And it is. She lowers her head. “It’s true,” she admits.

He doesn’t answer immediately, turning his head to the forest on the other side of the fence, nonchalant. He already knew that was going to be her answer, but still needed to hear it from her anyway. “When is the big day?”

She’s thankful he doesn’t say congratulations or pretends to be happy for her. But he’s not looking at her and she can’t read him. Suddenly he’s become a stranger.

“We don’t know yet.”

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List of Favourite OTP’s; (3⁄4) Literature couples ≡ peeta & katniss (the hunger games)

You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”

3

                                                                                                Together?

                                                                                                   Together.

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Get to know me meme: 5/10 pairings » Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark
    You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”

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“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
“I do,” I say. “I need you.”