safe with peeta

The Braves - Chapter 1.

Today is a very special day.

It’s @titaniasfics birthday.

Everybody knows what she did for the fandom, how she helped, beta-ed, encouraged so many of us, how she believed in us, every single day.

So today, please, let’s join into celebrating her.

My dear C, here is for you … the WW2 story I told you about.

@akai-echo just surpassed herself with the banner (it’s so perfect !!!) and @dandelion-sunset did the beta-ing part :)


Un très joyeux anniversaire !!!

With love!

THE BRAVES

Chapter 1.

“God not only plays dice, he also sometimes throws the dice where they cannot be seen.” Stephen Hawkings.

April 1942, Panem, France.

Rain was falling heavily on the trees, clicking on the roofs, echoing in the streets of the town, soaking the man’s shirt.

But he couldn’t move.

One single move, and the sentinel standing closeby would undoubtedly see him.

He just couldn’t get caught.

There were barely two hundred meters left to reach Peeta’s house, to get to the safety of his home. Two hundred meters, but they were always the longest and most dangerous.

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aquarpisc  asked:

Hi, my birthday is February 19th and I'd love something along the lines of enemies to lovers Modern AU (smut) if that's possible. Thank you so much to all the authors who contribute!! <3

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Wishing you a wonderful birthday! To start you days off right, the always delightful @appleblossomgirl0305 has written this perfect bit of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Treed

Rating: M/E

Trigger warnings: Logging operations? Heights? The mating habits of quail?

A/N: Happy birthday! I hope all of your birthday wishes come true! Never-ending gratitude to @xerxia31 for helping in every way possible.


Peeta hunkered down in his chair, swiveling away from the opening of his cubicle. He had two immediate problems; his editor was looking for him and he was hungover. Again. Plutarch Heavensbee was hard to take on a normal day, but with a blazing headache and already sour stomach, Peeta feared the consequences of a run in this morning.

“Damn,” he muttered, sucking a sharp whistling breath as he burned his tongue on his scaldingly hot coffee. Why did the little kiosk in the entryway always insist on making horribly weak, but ridiculously hot coffee? Maybe a better question was why he continued to buy it. But every time he walked into the chrome and marble opulence of the Capital Media Corps foyer, with its twenty stories of frantically busy, hungry machine of information and commerce looming above him, he felt like an imposter. He felt like every silk-shirted woman in her clackity-clacking heels determinedly running to the next important story, each shiny-shoed, cuff-linked man barking into his cell phone that he “needed it yesterday, dammit!” could tell he didn’t really belong there. That he was a small-town boy from District 12 who still dreamt of his parent’s bakery, cinnamon and dill-scented tendrils curling through his dreams.

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I can’t believe you didn’t rescue Peeta.
I know,” he replies.
There’s a sense of incompleteness. And not because he hasn’t apologized. But because we were a team. We had a deal to keep Peeta safe. A drunken, unrealistic deal made in the dark of night, but a deal just the same. And in my heart of hearts, I know we both failed.

songs that mark the sagas

On The Hogwarts Houses

In my opinion, being a Gryffindor isn’t only about being brave - just like being smart, kind or ambitious doesn’t make you a Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin. It’s also about what defines you and what you want to define you. What’s important to you.

Hermione for example is smart and goddamn ambitious but she uses all this out of Gryffindor reasons - and she really is not a Ravenclaw, like, at all. Her main goal is to do what is right - or rather what she believes is right. Gryffindors have a black-white mindset, they are sure about their beliefs, they are righteous. They barely question themselves. And because of this they NEED to be brave to withstand the world around them and actually act on their beliefs. Bravery isn’t a given trait of a Gryffindor - it’s a needed one. It’s something they most value because they need it.

A Ravenclaw questions. 

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The Signs As Mockingjay Quotes
  • Aries: "All the people and things you loved or cared about almost cease to excist. The pink sky and the monsters in the jungle and the tributes who want your blood become your final reality, the only one that ever mattered. As bad as it makes you feel, you're going to have to do some killing, because in the arena, you only get one wish. And it's very costly."
  • Taurus: "Now why don't we ask the guards to take me back to my quarters so I can build another hundred card houses?"
  • Gemini: "There won't be enough of us left to keep going. If everybody doesn't lay down their weapons - and I mean, as in very soon - it's all over anyway."
  • Cancer: "I know that Finnick can't focus on anything in 13 because he's trying so hard to see what's happening in the Capitol to Annie, the mad girl from his district who's the only person on earth he loves."
  • Leo: "Do it. Now's the time. You could ask for the moon and they'd have to find some way to get it."
  • Virgo: "Perhaps the capitol's leaders thought that without help, 13 would die off on its own. It almost did a few times, but it always managed to pull through due to strict sharing of resources, strenuous discipline and constant vigilance against any further attacks from the Capitol."
  • Libra: "Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much."
  • Scorpio: "If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole."
  • Sagittarius: "When that wire was cut, everything just went insane. I can only remember bits and pieces. Trying to find her. Watching Brutus kill Chaff. Killing Brutus myself. I know she was calling my name. Then the lightning bolt hit the tree, and the force field around the area . . . blew out."
  • Capricorn: "I want everyone watching - whether you're on the Capitol or rebel side - to stop for just a moment and think about what this war could mean. For human beings. We almost went extinct fighting one another before. Now our numbers are even fewer. Our conditions more tenuous. Is this really what we want to do? Kill ourselves off completely? In the hopes that - what? Some decent species will inherit the smoking remains of the earth?"
  • Aquarius: "Katniss, I don't think you understand how important you are to the cause. Important people usually get what they want. If you want to keep Peeta safe from the rebels, you can."
  • Pisces: "He left me a rose! I want to scream, but it's not information I'm sure I should share with someone like Plutarch looking on. First of all, because it will make me sound crazy. Like I either imagined it, which is quite possible, or I'm overreacting, which will buy me a trip bak to the drug-induced dreamland I'm trying so hard to escape."
  • * Well I tried hahaha, oh and this is based on sun signs and well some of my most wonderful quotes. Can't promise if this is accurate sorry xo*
Peeta vs Gale

THG, ch. 24:

Peeta’s a whiz with fires, coaxing a blaze out of the damp wood.

CH, ch. 1:

Gale’s something of a whiz with snares, rigging them to bent saplings so they pull the kill out of the reach of predators, balancing logs on delicate stick triggers, weaving inescapable baskets to capture fish.

Peeta is a whiz with fires -> Katniss is the girl on fire.

Gale is a whiz with snares -> Katniss is the mockingjay ->

The one thing that distracts me at all is the view from the windows as we sail over the city and then to the wilderness beyond. This is what birds see. Only they’re free and safe. The very opposite of me. (THG, ch 11)

Snares capture birds… But Katniss wants to be free and safe.

Fill Up On Me

Writer: @nancymay (altogetherten on AO3)

Rating: M/E for sex and explicit language

Trigger: new baby

Summary: Every one in the Everlark house needs something.

A/N: A late submission for prompt #18, I only got round to it on Thursday night. Deadlines! Also I am nervous about the smut, it’s very hard to write, but that’s what Katniss hungers for in canon, so I had to go with what she needs.


Katniss sat hunched over on the edge of her bed- it was nearly midday and she hadn’t yet washed or dressed. She was beyond tired. Just trying to move or think felt like wading through sludge. And she was failing in the one thing she had to do today.

The reason for her exhaustion lay in her arms, screaming with as much force as her eight week old lungs could manage. Once again Katniss tried to coax her daughter’s mouth onto her nipple, desperate for relief from the pressure building in her milk-engorged bosom and aching inside at her inability to provide food for her hungry infant. But Willow had reached a place beyond hunger. Scarlet faced and shaking, her furious screams blared at a pitch that made Katniss’ heart bleed. She wanted nothing more than to be able to soothe her baby, to give her everything she needed, to feed her till she reached that state of nirvana where milk oozed out the side of her mouth whilst she suckled, slumbering on Katniss’ breast.

“Please baby,” she begged, putting her little finger into the angry heat of Willow’s mouth. Immediately she clamped down, pulling on Katniss flesh. Her eyelids closed, although the scowl remained on her forehead. An angry tear trickled down her soft cheek as, with trembling aftershocks, her breathing settled at last. It was definitely food she needed but she seemed unable to latch on to eat today. Katniss ran through a list of other possible causes for her distress; no foul nappy smell, nothing rubbing or pricking her in her clothing; she had undressed her down to her diaper as she’d looked so red with screaming. There was no fever. Tired? Yes they were both tired- this had started around midnight.

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I'm Home - Everlark Drabble

I was in the mood to write a little bit of fluffy everlark before I do some prompts 😊 

I’m in love with writing post-mockingjay fics and seeing my bbys fall in love over and over :) All mistakes are mine, but I hope you all enjoy it! 

Love you all! ❤

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I look up to see the bombs dropping down. Each on of them explodes directly on my sister. Over and over and over.

“PRIMM!!”

My heart is pounding, cold sweat drips down my back, my heart still empty as always…


….always.


Eventually I realize that there’s no bombs, but knocks that you could mistake as bombs. I decide to ignore it and just lay here.

The knocks keep pounding on the door and I decide whoever is out there is about to get an arrow stuck in them.

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Part Three is up!!

You’re gonna want to read this.

“Being an escort is safe for [Peeta]. He knows he’s good at it in his own right.“

I nod. I’ve been doing a lot of that in this visit and I’m starting to feel like a bobble head. "You really have given me a lot to think about.” I finish my coffee and reach for my wallet.

Annie waves her hand. “That’s not necessary. I own this place.” She winks.

I laugh. “You do?”

She nods. “The biggest thing my husband and I have in common is a drive to serve.”

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Sleight of Hand

Prompt 32: Peeta hits the force field and “dies”. The hover craft takes his body from the arena. When Katniss is rescued by the rebels, Peeta is there and alive. [submitted by Anonymous]

Rated: Teen Audiences and up.

AN: Thank you Anon, for sending such a beautiful prompt. I hope I did it justice :)

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“I’m sorry, Katniss…” Finnick’s broken voice wrapped around Katniss’s chest and squeezed the air out of her lungs.

Sorry.

Finnick Odair was sorry. How did that help her?

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