quarter quell arena

your hands never tremble,
for the hands of a warrior
should never be unsteady.
but in a war against love,
you know you’ve always lost.
—  warrior in love // k.s.
Deep...in the woods (Everlark Drabble)

For the anon who sent the following:

“I wish you would write a fic where Peeta and Katniss have sex in the woods and the Jabberjays/Mockingjays imitate their sex noises.” 

Warning: Smut and embarrassment, lol.

“Don’t stop…” Katniss said, louder than she’d intended. She was sure they were alone. No one came out in these woods, even if it had been years since the Capital fell. Despite that, she was always careful to not be too noisy, just in case. But today, she felt a little wider than usual.  She hadn’t even made a pretext of packing food for a picnic. She wanted to be thoroughly fucked and she wanted to do it in the open air. So by the time they’d made it to their spot and she’d torn off Peeta’s clothes off, she was already on the edge, so close, she could feel her belly clench in that delicious way it had of doing when she was ready to coming undone.

“I’m trying but…Katniss..you’re so…tight and wet…” Peeta grunted from behind her as he plunged into her, over and over, her wet muscles clenching around him, massaging him, drawing him deeper. His fingers dug deliciously into her hips, caressing and kneading the soft swell of her bottom.  The ground was hard beneath her knees, despite the thick picnic blanket but she ignored the discomfort as Peeta’s thighs slapped against the back of hers. She was greedy and ready to come - she just needed that one little extra push.

“Peeta, deeper!” she cried out, to which he complied, the sounds of their colliding bodies reverberating through the air.  He reached down and rubbed her hard clit, which was all that was needed to finish her off, her spasms causing her to arch back against him. He had no choice but to come also, flicking his hips several times, coming in hot jets before shuddering to a stop over her.

He slipped out, leaving her empty but satisfied.  She rolled onto her side and he took up his place behind her, clutching her to him.

“We should picnic more often,” Peeta mumbled into her shoulder, his lips pressed as he sucked on her skin. She was sure he’d leave a mark there.

“Picnic without food,” she chuckled, reveling in his sticky contact, the warm, spring air and the birds, singing above their heads.  At first, they sounded melodic before they became loud and insistent, their cacophony of sound resolving around them, forcing Katniss to sit up suddenly, looking around her in panic.

“Peeta, listen…” she hissed.

From the thick branches of the tree above her, she heard them, singing an incantation she knew they would carry for miles around.

“Don’t stop…”

“Katniss, you’re so tight and wet…”

“Peeta, deeper…”

“Mockingjays!” Katniss said, jumping up, trying futilely to shoo them away.  “Damned birds!” she shouted, her angry outburst now added to their refrain:

“Don’t stop…”

“Katniss, you’re so tight and wet…”

“Peeta, deeper…”

“Damned birds!”

“Katniss!” Peeta called out, pulling her down to him, “There’s nothing you can do.  You have to let them wear themselves out,” he said as the birds chanted above.

“Meanwhile, all of District 12 is going to know what we’ve been up to!” Katniss exclaimed, rushing to collect her discarded clothes and dress quickly. Her pants were still attached by one leg to her foot, and she was missing her other boot.  She could barely hear herself think as the birds harmonized each phrase, chasing over each other like an intricate melody. Katniss was sure her head was about to explode.

“You can’t be sure of that. You don’t know how far they’ll pass their song along,” Peeta said soothingly, packing up the picnic blanket and dressing himself also, dusting off the leaves and detritus that had gotten stuck to his clothing.  

Katniss stopped and stared at him in exasperation. “There’s a reason those birds were used as Capitol spies. They could repeat a conversation verbatim over and over.”

“Well, those were technically jabberjays. Mockingjays, however…” Peeta chuckled, appearing too smug for Katniss’ liking.

“Shhh!  There’s no difference,” she huffed, collecting the last of her scattered items before hiking down the embankment in the direction of Victor’s Village. “Let’s just get home as soon as possible. Maybe we can get away from them…”

As they walked, the birds seemed to follow them with their elaborate melody.  Katniss had a brief memory of her time in the Quarter Quell arena, when she was trapped with the jabberjays.  They’d nearly driven her insane then and she was sure she’d become mad now. When they finally burst through the gate of Victor’s Village, she was relieved that the sound of their mantra had become non distinct with the other sounds of the woods.  Peeta, who had been trailing behind her, came up next to her, swinging his arm over her shoulders.  “You see, I told you there was nothing to worry about. They probably already chanted themselves out,” he said with a wicked grin.

“Why do I feel like you don’t understand the gravity of what just happened?” Katniss groused as they made their way up the road of Victor’s Village.  

“You worry too much!” he laughed, pulling her towards him. “We should do that again,” he murmured as he nuzzled her ear, to which Katniss responded with a small chuckle of her own. “I love getting behind you and watching your tight little ass bounce in front of me, while I slide in and out of you…”

“You’re filthy,” Katniss said but felt her entire body tingle and come to life. She thought of their soft bed, in their quiet house, how she could go for another round where there were no jabberjays or mockingbirds to terrorize them.  But her thoughts were abruptly cut short by the sound of the gruff voice of their old mentor seated on the steps of his home.

“You guys look like you had fun. If you do go out again, next time could you be a little quieter?”

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Special dedication to @ask-peeta-mellark and @askkatnisseverdeen, whose antics keep us all well stocked with stories to tell.

And of course, @safeinpeetasarms, who drew a lovely graphic with the same theme and @everlark-sex, of course.

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Peeta Mellark and Johanna Mason: a Capitol Couture Exclusive

“Let’s get on with it then,” the battle-ax valkyrie huffs, shifting her weight and crossing her legs impatiently. Johanna Mason is as much a stately figure as ever, her long, bespoke skirt an iridescent pool around her feet. Risen from the waters of the magnificently treacherous Quarter Quell arena, her alabaster skin and flowing blonde locks belie the deadliest of instincts.

President Snow, in his perpetually magnanimous manner, saw fit to offer his personal sitting room for our exclusive interview and we simply could not refuse.The gilded room around us reflects glints of Johanna’s ivory ensemble, snaking around her arms in a woven pattern and blooming into a flared collar. Seated next to her is a silent Peeta Mellark, his fitted snowy suit and structured lapels speaking volumes in the ethereal light of the room.

Throughout our conversation, it is heavily apparent that Johanna is the leader in this duo- she leans forward with every question in an ingrained display of bravado.

“We went through a lot in the arena, but what’s important now is that Peeta and I are representatives of Panem- Districts 7 and 12 combining our efforts for a better future.”

It’s a patriotism that is blatantly on display in the new Capitol Living Portraits series, and Johanna positively gushes about the experience.  

“I don’t even know how long I was on my feet, but those Alexander Wang shoes made me feel like a cloud on a pedestal. It was a really special day.”

The attention to detail in both Johanna’s and Peeta’s respective ensembles for the Living Portrait series is truly astounding upon closer assessment. The sculptural bodice of Ms. Mason’s dress mirrors the shape and movement of the Panem Seal, while Mellark’s paper collar piece adds to the chiseled-yet-natural theme in both outfits. It is an apt metaphor for a nation built up from the ground, raised by its people into beautifully functional, systemically beneficial government.     

“It’s really amazing to be featured in these portraits,” Johanna states. “Peeta and I come from such humble backgrounds- to be representing Panem like never before is such an honor. We are very proud to be featured as the faces of our country.”  

When one of your favorite character suddenly dies :

First I was like “Look at those lucky bitches” and then I just


Just be you, that’s good enough for me

*don’t touch me too much feels nope i can’t leave me alone*

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“Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.”