I wish you would write a fic where... everlark gives each other the same gift.
Hi Anon! Thanks for the prompt! Hope this is satisfactory… even though it’s a bit ahead of its season… Valentine’s Day Everlark.
We sit crisscrossed on the floor of my apartment. The remains of our Valentine’s Day picnic sit a foot away, waiting to be cleaned up and the leftovers placed in the fridge for our usual midnight kitchen raid.
“On the count of three?” I ask and wait for Peeta to nod. “One,”
“Two,” He whispers with barely repressed giddiness.
“Three!” I finish.
We both tear at our respective presents on our laps, or actually, Peeta proceeds to pull the tape off the paper as gently as he can while I pretty much shred my wrapping paper the same way Buttercup would shred my mother’s recliner chair, when he was in one of his moods. That cat is a menace, too bad my sister loves it.
I feel mildly bad about destroying the beautifully wrapped present Peeta gave me, because I’m sure he spent a lot of time choosing the paper, then the matching ribbon, then went home and spent a ungodly amount of time making sure every crease of every fold was perfectly aligned, he probably even measured the cuts of paper to inch, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he did and undid the bow several times before it was perfect, but I’m curious to see what he got me.
It’s our first Valentine’s Day since we graduated college, and although money is tight right now, and we’ve become top Ramen connoisseurs… we could seriously compete on Chopped, and out-cook any chef in the show if the mystery ingredients in our basket consisted of ramen noodles, a coffee maker and a pound of flour, but that’s besides the point.
The important thing here, is, we are excited to celebrate the most commercially sweet holiday by exchanging presents we handmade ourselves, and I can’t wait to see what he’d come up with. I know he’ll love mine to pieces! I can’t wait to see his expression and by the way he keeps shifting his sweet blue eyes between me and the poorly wrapped gift he’s opening, I know he can’t wait either.
At last! Papers aside, we are both staring down at our gifts, while mine came in a small box something you could put jewelry in, and I put my gift in a shoebox filled with tissue paper, we both pull out the exact same thing, except for whatever handmade component we added it to the main item… we gave each other keys.
Keys dangling from handmade keychains.
His is of course a braid made out of durable strips of leather, the middle strip I’ve dyed orange. His eyes snap up to look at me.
I’m holding up the keychain on my key, it’s a circular piece of wood, the kind you’d find in a craft store, but he’s painted one side with a miniature field covered in dandelions, I recognize it as the meadow my sister and I used to play in when we were little. He knows the place, having grown up in the same town on the right side of the tracks, but I didn’t know he could recreate the place at this scale and make it look so vivid. I turn over the medallion size keychain to find the other side he’s burn-carved our initials on the bare wood, like people do on tree trunks he put a coat of resin on both sides to preserve his work.
I look up at him, speechless, although my mouth still tries to move, even though no words will come out.
He smiles, “You like it?”
I nod frantically, throwing myself into his arms.
He chuckles, “You don’t even know what it is,” he says smirking.
“I know what it is,” I say petulantly from my spot in his chest. “It’s the same as mine.” I look up at him, “A key to your apartment. Just like I gave you one to here… just mine looks dull and boring next to yours.” I practically whine.
This only makes him laugh heartily while pulling me to sit more fully on his lap.
“I love yours!” He says smiling and dropping a kiss on my nose, “It reminds me of your hair. I’ll just put some dark polish to complete the look.”
“Don’t you dare ruin it! That’s hide from my last buck I fell during the hunting season.” I scowl.
His smiles doesn’t waver once, “I figured as much. Tell you what, I’ll get the polish, and you do the honors. How’s that?”
“Better.” I say mollified, and burrow my nose into his neck. After a moment of comfortable silence, I speak, “Peeta?”
“Doesn’t it feel like an unnecessary expense to give each other a key to the other’s place?”
“What do you mean?” He asks softly, rubbing wide, slow circles on my back.
“Well, it just seems that since we are comfortable enough to let the other come and go into our spaces as we please, the savvier thing would be to, you know, combine bills and the such.”
“Katniss, What are you saying?” He asks pushing me away an inch by the shoulders. His eyes search my face, that I know is gotta be scarlet red judging by how hot my cheeks feel. “Are you suggesting… we move in together?”
I can hear the thinly veiled joy behind the veneer of skepticism on his face. All I can do is nod. And shrug. Nod and shrug once more.
“It’ll save gas money,”
“And time,” he offers trying and failing to suppress a smile.
“It’s just sound, practical logic.” I state.
“Very sound!” He agrees.
A second later he asks, folding me into his arms and crushing me deliciously into his warm chest. “Your lease is almost up, isn’t it?”
“I get to keep my keychain and it’s key.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Peeta.” I Say turning my face up to his.
“You too, Katniss.” He whispers against my lips.