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Six Sentence Sunday >> Forever Lies Beyond the Tracks >> Chapter 14

It’s 2:20 AM here, but that’s still kind of Sunday, right?? Anyways, I should be posting this chapter soon so stay alert!


“Katniss—Ms. Everdeen,” Peeta corrects himself, quickly fixing a polite smile onto his face, for my benefit or the mayor’s I’m not sure. “It is a pleasure to see you again. Tell me, how is your mother doing?”

“She’s well, thank you,” I reply stiffly, my skin crawling ever so slightly as he turns to face me, his body now blocking the exit.

There’s nothing about this man before me that I can reconcile with the times we spent together. Gone is that energy that always bounced between us, the little half smiles and knowing looks. Before, when I’d see him in the square there was a certain safety about his presence. But now that’s all gone. It almost feels unreal, like we never shared a bed, like I imagined it.

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“I am the fire
I am burning brighter
Roaring like a storm
And I am the one I’ve been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
Alive and burning brighter
I am the fire”

-Halestorm-I am the Fire 

My digital paintings over the past couple years. I’ve been making these ever since Lionsgate first released the many stills when the first move came out. Drawing Katniss over the years really made an impact on my art and I couldn’t be happier with the amount of progress i have made with my art since then. 

Please check out the rest of my blog for more hunger games works including a fan made graphic novel for Johanna Mason. I also have works from other fandoms on there as well. 

I am way late on this drabble, my apologies! anonalece tagged me for the prompt pirate!Everlark in the Everlark Drabble Challenge and, well, I don’t know the first thing about pirates, so I took it in another, probably more cliche route.

Not sure if people are still interested in participating, but just in case I challenge maddmaddworld, dracoisalooker76 annnnd what the hell peetaspenis, because I just love her like that :), to the prompt: Everlark as reluctant roommates.

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“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Katniss couldn’t believe the sight before her. Peeta Mellark, the asshole from her History of Colonial America class–the incorrigibly smug asshole from her History of Colonial America class who felt compelled to raise his hand and argue every single point she made in class–had just walked through the front door of Madge’s apartment. And he was dressed in a pirate costume.

Katniss was also dressed in a pirate costume. And as far as she could tell, they were the only two people dressed as pirates for this Halloween party.

This could not be her life. She quickly scanned her surroundings for an escape route, but she inadvertently made eye contact with him as she craned her neck around.

He raised his eyebrows as he took her in. Fuck. A slow smirk spread across his face. Double fuck.

She made her move for the kitchen to get another drink, but he intercepted her. A scowl was already fixed on her face. “Ahoy there, matey,” he greeted her in a ridiculously gruff accent he no doubt learned from that laughable Pirates porno he probably beat off to–not that she thought about him beating off or anything… “I see we are two of a kind tonight.”

She defensively crossed her arms over her chest. “Hardly,” she said petulantly. “You look like you just stepped out of a Disney World attraction in that cheap ass costume.”

He shrugged, twirling his plastic sword around. “It was a last-minute decision. This was all they had left at the store. Well, this and a French maid costume, but I’m not sure I could pull that off,” he lamented facetiously. She looked him over.

“I don’t know, that eyeliner is a nice start,” she quipped, and she meant it disparagingly, but now that she was looking at his eyes, damn, that eyeliner really accentuated his infuriatingly blue eyes. She couldn’t even apply eyeliner that nicely. “Let me guess–you modeled your look after the great Jack Sparrow.”

The corner of his mouth quirked, undeterred by her snide jabs. “You jest, but I’m pretty sure more people can recognize and relate to my costume than yours.” His gaze raked over her, and she tried not to visibly flinch in discomfort as a weird shudder splintered down her spine. “I’m not entirely sure what you’re going for here. Hobo pirate chic?”

She glared at him, self-consciously glancing down at her outfit and the loose, dowdy material of her tunic and pants, the old, scuffed leather boots and thrift store coat. “I’m Mary Read, asshole, a pretty famous pirate. I thought you were a history major,” she shot back. He just smiled, tipping the wide prim of his hat out of his face.

“Sorry, my concentration isn’t in cross-dressing pirates. You know, you don’t always have to be so literal. A little fantasy is okay on Halloween,” he said. The way he stared at her was weird, not at all like the pompous glare he’d shoot her way after arguing with her in class. She wilted a little, uncertainly, but squared her shoulders back.

“You’ll have to forgive me for not wanting to wear an overly sexualized, completely unrealistic pirate costume with a tit-boosting corset and nonexistent skirt,” she said coolly, trying not to back down from his unflinching stare, but she failed, startling when he moved in closer, leaning toward her until his hot breath skimmed the exposed skin of her neck.

“That’s too bad, Everdeen,” he murmured in her ear, the dangerous, velvet undertones making her stomach swoop and her heart stick in her throat. “‘Cuz I would’ve loved to have seen you in that.”

Just as abruptly, the warmth of his breath was gone, and so was he, sauntering off to join his friends in the living room. She gawked after him, wheeling from the lingering effects of his words.

Triple fuck.

‘Peeta?’ I whisper. 'Where are you?’ There’s no answer. Could I just have imagined it? No, I’m certain it was real and very close at hand, too. 'Peeta?’ I creep along the bank.

'Well, don’t step on me.’

I jump back. His voice was right under my feet. Still there’s nothing. Then his eyes open, unmistakably blue in the brown mud and green leaves. I gasp and am rewarded with a hint of white teeth as he laughs.

—  The Hunger Games, chapter 19
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“No problem,” Gale replies. “I wake up ten times a night anyway.”
“To make sure Katniss is still here?” asks Peeta.
“Something like that…”
“That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her.”
“Well, we never have.”
“She loves you, you know,” says Peeta. “She as good as told me after they whipped you.”
“Don’t believe it,” Gale answers. “The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that.”
“It was just part of the show,” Peeta tells him, although there’s an edge of doubt in his voice.
“No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that’s the only way to convince her you love her.”
There’s a long pause. “I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games.. Protected her then.”
“You couldn’t,” says Peeta. “She’d never have forgiven you. You had to take care of her family. They matter more to her than her life.”

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“I don’t care if she blew up the blasted Justice Building! Look at her cheek! Think that will be camera ready in a week?” Haymitch snarls.
The man’s voice is still cold, but I can detect a slight edge of doubt. “That’s not my problem.”
“No? Well it’s about to be, my friend. The first call I make when I get home is to the Capitol,” says Haymitch. “Find out who authorized you to mess up my victor’s pretty face!”
“He was poaching. What business is it of hers, anyway?” says the man.
“He’s her cousin.” Peeta’s got my other arm now, but gently. “And she’s my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.”