otp: peeta and katniss

6

Good night,” I whisper to the bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

I can’t,” he says.

3

There. He’s done it again. Dropped a bomb that wipes out the efforts of every tribute who came before him.

Well, maybe not. Maybe this year he has only lit the fuse on a bomb that the victors themselves have been building. Hoping someone would be able to detonate it. Perhaps thinking it would be me in my bridal gown. Not knowing how much I rely on Cinna’s talents, whereas 

Peeta needs nothing more than his wits.

I need U

So the other day I was thinking:

We have this scene:

And this one:

And this one: 

And this one: 

and then we have THIS ONE: 

You know what is the only thing all of this has in common?
THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!

“I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. I remember when you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said “who knows the valley song?” and your hand shot straight up. After that, I watched you going home everyday. Everyday” - Peeta Mellark

“At school, I passed the boy in the hall, his cheek swelled up and his eye had blackened. He was with his friends and didn’t acknowledge me in any way. But as I collected Prim and started for home that afternoon, I found him staring at me from across the school yard. Our eyes only met for a second, then he turned his head away. I dropped my gaze, embarrassed, and that’s when I saw it. The first dandelion of the year. A bell went off in my head. I thought about the hours spent in the woods with my father and I knew how we were going to survive.” - Katniss Everdeen

8

“I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

- Catching Fire (The Hunger Games Trilogy)

And they lived

there was a little girl
with a happy heart
who sang
and played
and had a mother who took care of her
and had a father who taught her
and had a sister who adored her
and had a boy who loved her

there was a little boy
with a golden heart
who baked
and talked
and had a mother who did not love him
and had a father who praised him
and had brothers who wrestled him
and had a girl who did not know he existed

there was a girl
with a bleeding heart
who held her sister in the rain
and wept
and screamed
and had a mother who barely lived
and had a father who left her
and had a sister who depended on her
and a boy who gave her bread

there was a boy
with a confused heart
who threw some bread in the rain
and gulped
and looked away
and had a mother who hit him
and had a father who watched quietly
and had brothers who didn’t notice
and had a girl who could never forget his face

there was a girl
with a guarded heart
who met a new boy
and hunted
and survived
and had a mother who she didn’t talk to much
and had a father who died in her nightmares
and had a sister who polished shaving mirrors
and had a boy who watched her at school

there was a boy
with a clever heart
who was good at hiding bruises
and making people laugh
and had a mother who wanted more
and had a father who was unhappy
and had brothers who were good with girls
and had a girl who would never talk to him

there was a girl
with a terrified heart
who heard her sister’s name
and screamed to be taken instead
and had a mother who stood there
and had a father who would never come back
and had a sister who cried
and had a boy who could save them both

there was a boy
with a determined heart
who didn’t want to change
and swore to protect his girl
and had a mother who scorned him
and had a father who cried
and had brothers who said nothing
and had a girl to bring home

there was a woman
with a distrusting heart
who went home
and acted
and had a mother who woke up
and had a father who lingered
and had a sister who prospered
and had a man who she began to trust

there was a man
with a sorrowful heart
who went home
and acted
and had a mother who hated him
and had a father who didn’t know him
and had brothers who avoided him
and had a woman who broke his heart

there was a woman
with a determined heart
who went back
and changed everything
and had a mother who watched in horror
and had a father who helped her remember
and had a sister who took to healing
and had a man who won her love

there was a man
with a determined heart
who went back
and saw everything
and had a mother who burned
and had a father who burned
and had brothers who burned
and had a woman who was all he could turn to

there was a woman
with an insane heart
who liked to hide in closets
and wore a metal bracelet
and had a mother who healed the beaten
and had a father who was all around
and had a sister who grew up
and had a man who was far away

there was a man
with a tortured heart
who saw terrible things
and wished that he could die
and had a mother who screamed inside his head
and had a father who died inside his head
and had brothers who drowned inside his head
and had a woman who laughed at it all

there was a woman
with a vengeful heart
who saw what they did to her man
and rubbed her bruised neck
and had a mother who was left out of the loop
and had a father who was always on her mind
and had a sister who could become a doctor
and had a man who thirsted for her blood

there was a monster
with a missing heart
who cried and screamed a lot
and tried to feed himself pudding
and had a mother who he couldn’t find
and had a father who he never saw
and had brothers who he strained to hear
and had a woman who he tried to kill

there was a human ghost
with an utterly decimated heart
who watched her little duck die
and she got lost inside her head
and had a mother who left her
and had a father who died
and had a sister who died
and had a man who couldn’t see
what was real
and what was not

there was a man
with a tired heart
who saw what they had become
and tried so hard to stop them
and had a mother who died
and had a father who died
and had brothers who died
and had a woman who was incapable of love

there was a woman
who walked in sock feet
and dreamt of ghosts
and had a mother who moved away
and had a father who was watching
and had a sister who she missed
and had a man who left bread on her doorstep

there was a man
who never slept
and painted sad memories
and had a mother who was gone
and had a father who was gone
and had brothers who were gone
and had a woman who helped him make a book

there was a woman
with a healing heart
who spent more time with her man
and learned how to laugh again
and had a mother who called every Sunday
and had a father who she felt in the woods
and had a sister who she saw in beautiful things
and had a man who would hold her at night

there was a man
with a healing heart
who spent more time with his woman
and rebuilt his bakery
and had a mother he tried to forgive
and had a father he swore he saw
the day his bakery opened
and had brothers he never forgot
and had a woman who told him “Real”

there was a couple
with scarred but beating hearts
who liked to kiss and touch at night
and always fed the ugly orange cat
and they had a mother who was there when the children were born
and they had a father who was drunk a lot (although he stopped on holidays)
and they had a little girl
who liked to sing and play
with a happy heart
and they had a baby boy
who liked to bake and talk
with a golden heart

and they lived

6

“It’s weird, how much he’s noticed me. Like the attention he’s paid to my hunting. And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either. The flour. The wrestling. I have kept track of the boy with the bread.”

 (Insp. X) For starsmahogany <3