win for prim

Telephone (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by dork-iplier

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): So just a while back I said that I would write an Ethan story SO HERE I actually did it be proud of me

Summary: You have some nieces and nephews in the family so you ask Markimoo, Tyler and blue boy to help you babysit. Mark and Tyler turn out to not be the only ones that think you and Ethan should date.

Warnings: I think I swore ?? but also TICKLING


You were pretty excited about this actually. Your sibling had asked you to take care of their three kids for the day while they were out with their spouse. Of course, you obliged. You really liked their kids, but thought babysitting to be more of a chore.

For one person, three kids was a lot. So, you went and enlisted help from your band of friends. You knew for sure that they would love the kids instantly.

Traveling from your flat to Mark’s wasn’t a hassle. After two brisk knocks on the boys’ front door, Mark himself opened it with a large grin.

“Evening~!” He purred “Tyler is in the living room with every toy imaginable, go steal them from him!”

The three children giggled and pushed past him, calling a chorus of ‘hello’s.

You yourself couldn’t help but laugh, stepping up to the doorway gingerly.

“Thanks for doing this.” you said to Mark “It’s only for one night, but I didn’t think I could handle it by myself; sorry if it was sudden when I calle–”

“(Y/n),” Mark chuckled. He rested a hand on the small of your back and nudged you inside so he could close the door “It’s totally fine. I planned everything. They’re all sharing a room upstairs.”

You sighed and beamed up at him “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” he smiled back.

Giggly screams broke through your conversation. The both of you turned to the sound and walked toward it; past the living room entrance.

Their stood, by the far back wall, Tyler. One kid hanging from his left bicep, one tied around his calf and the other Ethan was about to crown Tyler’s shoulders with.

They all froze to look at the two of you.

“What even?” you chuckled walking around to reach out for the one hanging from his arm.

Grabbing her sides, you lifted her high and set her down quickly, tickling her ribs. She screamed in delight.

“DOES THIS MEAN TICKLE WAR?” Mark called in a silly tone.

“IT DOES.” Tyler confirmed.

The two men snatched up the other two children. Mark taking the one from Ethan. Everyone began to laugh as tickling ensued.

“This– this isn’t fair- no!” the small girl breathed “Teams! T-Teams!” she hollered.

You smiled and released her, sitting back on your knees. “Alright,” you offered “Pick your teams.”

“Well,” she stood.

Her small frame was proud and determined to win this battle.

“Myself Prim,” she gestured to herself  “and Dane,” then to one small boy “Connie,” the other boy “and Ethwan.”

“And Ethan.” you laughed.

Getting up, you looked to the mentioned blue boy and commented “You have a team of warriors.”

“Of course I do!” he cheered “We are going to win!”

❆   ❆   ❆

Everyone got onto their respective sides.

Yourself, Tyler and Mark on the left side of the lounge with Ethan, Prim, Dane and Connie on the opposing side.

“Alright men,” you began “I’ll take out Ethan, their biggest threat. Tyler, you take Dane and Connie. Mark, you get Prim.”

“Roger.” the two said in unison.

“But, watch for Connie, soldiers.” you forewarned “He’s a wild card.”

“Copy that.”

You three broke apart and got into dramatic positions. The children giggled.

“No!” Ethan cried “Don’t let them distract you!”

“Guns ready! Three, two, one! GO!” Tyler cheered.

The seven of you broke loose. Anarchy rained and childish giggles laced the joyful air. Mark was quick to be taken down by both Prim and Dane. Tyler went to the aid of his fallen comrade but was soon after jumped by Connie.

You laughed hysterically, forgetting your assigned task.

“Mark, no!” you whailed.

Though, the sadness was short lived when two arms snaked their way under your own. You gasped in surprise.

“I got her! I got her!” Ethan chuckled. His hands went to work on manipulating your sides. You body betrayed you in letting a laugh bubble through your throat.

“God NO!” You began to screech with laughter in joyus bursts.

You couldn’t really run away, so instead you dropped to your knees, hoping to leave Ethan’s grip. But he only dropped with you, encircling his arms around your torso to lessen your movement.

“E-E-Ethan! Hav-hahah-have merccc-c-cy!” you whined, laughing intensified.

“Give in (Y/n),” you heard Tyler chuckle “their power is unmatchable.”

“I givv-v-ve up!” you cried.

Ethan laughed and let you go, leaving you to catch some needed breath.

❆   ❆   ❆

Once the war was won, you all resorted to playing with the toy’s instead.

One toy in particular you thought was quite cute; an old fashioned toy phone. The one with the spin dial and the coil cord.

“Ah jee, doesn’t this bring memories.” You said to Ethan. He was standing next to you as you picked it up.

“Holy shit, that sure does.” he laughed “I used to have one, it was green.”

You smiled at the faded blue toy “But where’s the phone?”

“Sh!” Dane suddenly snapped “I’m on a call!”

You shook your head silently and looked up to Ethan. He grinned and shrugged.

At once you began to feel a tugging on your legs.

Both you and the blue haired boy looked down.

It was Dane wrapping the phone coil around both of you. He started to chat happily.

“Ethan and (Y/n) sittin’ in a tree!”

Soon both Tyler and Mark had joined in. Followed by a laughing Connie and a smiling Prim.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the group chorused “First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then comes a baby in the baby carriage!”

The coil bounded you and the youtuber together at the knees, hips and waist. You were physically pressed to each other.

Ethan’s face began to show a great contrast with his hair when it flushed red. Yours following suit.

“Mark, why are their faces red?” Connie whispered.

“Because they are in love.” Mark replied, beaming at the sight. Tyler let loose a hearty laugh when he heard Mark’s declaration.

❆   ❆   ❆

The rest of the evening was filled with many, many laughs and plenty of childish embarrassment. Though, the two of you did get freed eventually, the teasing did not let up. But, sooner or later, it drew close to bedtime.

You gently scooped up Connie and Dane once they began to yawn. Ethan picking up Prim.

“Time for the sleeps, kiddos’.” you lulled softly.

“Mark and I are going to clean this up,” Tyler smiled to you, gesturing to the cluster of throw about toys. You nodded to him quietly.

Gaining your way up the stairs, you reached the kids’ designated bedroom and placed both Dane and Connie in their beds. They both offered you hushed goodnights.

Ethan went to do the same, finding the small girl asleep in his arms. He was careful when resting her upon the covers, layering her in a fluffy down duvet.

“Awe,” you hummed “What a great dad you’d be.”

Though it was said in a joking matter, you had still meant it.

“Wouldn’t I though.” he beamed.

“Of course.” you agreed, walking to the door, stopping to let Ethan out before you.

He closed to door softly behind him.

“I’m sure I could master raising any amount of kids with one hand,” he joked.

You looked at him and chuckled.

“as long as you are holding the other one.”

You froze for a moment, your gaze raking his features. He simply smiled and leant forward.

Ethan’s lips meant yours in a calm, gentle kiss. You described it was warm, and firm.

Kissing him back was charming, you went and tied you arms around his neck, with his resting on your hips.

“So I expected you to put the kids to bed, not make some more.” Mark suddenly coughed.

Ethan and you were fast to break apart, the youtuber’s gaze collapsing awkwardly.

“Cooties…” Mark mumbled, retreating back down stairs.

You couldn’t help yourself when another placid smile captured your face. Babysitting sure wasn’t fun without friends.



the signs as The Hunger Games characters
  • Aries - Cato: Impulsive, thinks he's the boss, the most competitive one out there, bossy as fuck, thinks he's the best and people should obey him, fights for himself till the end no matter what, only wants to win
  • Taurus - Prim: Very caring, endures too much shit through their life, came here to help, would sacrifice their own life for an animal's life, very innocent-looking, soft, kind, emotional as fuck, doesn't like war, loves peace, really thoughtful, not an asshole
  • Gemini - Peeta Melark: Has really messed up thoughts but is very intelligent, knows how to manipulate people by charming them, great communication skills, shines on the outside but has a literal chaos going on inside them, changes their opinion in a millisecond, very good and humble but likes to behave bitchy, a sly cunt
  • Cancer - President Snow: Introverted and very emotional but doesn't show it no matter what, very family-oriented, loves roses duh, is weird but bossy at the same time, sly cunt, doesn't want to show himself in front of people very often - does it only on special occasions
  • Leo - Seneca Crane: Has that lionish look in his eyes, a very stylish person, egotistic and self-centered, thinks he's the best thinker out there while he's not, very stubborn and doesn't want to give up which might kill him in the end, a hottie
  • Virgo - Haymitch: Has issues, intolerant and doesn't know how to forgive, strictly follows order but is actually neutral evil, thinks they're doing justice while they're actually fixing their own complex mental problems, doesn't show what they're feeling on the inside, has immense potential for things but hates humanity and hates everyone and everything
  • Libra - Plutarch: Always smiles and looks innocent, while is actually a very good organizer and a manipulator because everyone thinks they're good, knows a lot about people but doesn't tell anyone a shit and acts stupid, nobody (including themselves) knows what they want from life but they still follow some abstract plans of theirs
  • Scorpio - Katniss Everdeen: Introverted, doesn't know how to communicate with people, good at killing but hates to kill people, doesn't know a shit about herself because she is afraid of introspecting, knows how to love hard, very afraid most of the time but fights it
  • Sagittarius - Gale: Hard-working as hell, knows how to take care of people and how to support them but nobody takes him seriously, feels bad about people doing mistakes, wants to save everyone, a really caring person but doesn't show it, a really jealous and a possessive person but doesn't show it and in the end actually understands everyone's reasons for wronging him and forgives everyone, a hottie
  • Capricorn - President Alma Coin: Loves grey, her entire world is literally grey, hates make up but is still elegant as fuck, loves minimalism, bossy as hell but still manipulative and does everything only because she wants to be the number one ruler, wants to rule the world
  • Aquarius - Finnick: Has that boi sass, eccentric, likes to joke around and diss people but is actually a very responsible person, doesn't look (and isn't) very trusting but they can actually take things seriously when it's wanted from them, a competitive person, only falls in love once and would die for their loved one but they fall in love reeeeeally really hard, doesn't like to pay much attention to their feelings
  • Pisces - Effie Trinket: Lives in her own world, is irreplaceable, majestic in her own ways, otherworldy, eccentric as hell, weird, impulsive, sensitive and emotional, will cut anyone who crosses her, a classy, styilish hottie
Why do I have such a hard time writing Gale as remorseful?

Because I don’t think he was.  Now hear me out here.

As soon as he hears there is going to be a revolution — or the mere possibility of it — he refuses to leave with Katniss.  Tells her to do whatever she wants, but that he is staying there.  He’s completely fine with her just up and leaving with her family, and Peeta, and Haymitch.  Because what he wants is a revolution, he wants things to change, more than he wants to be with Katniss.  Ding ding ding it’s at this point in the story that his feelings for Katniss change, because the revolution is more important than her.

So go through the rest of Catching Fire, not forgetting that he believed Katniss was in love with Peeta after the first Games — meaning that opinion probably never changed, therefore making that decision revolution > Katniss easier for him.  And then all throughout Mockingjay he keeps telling her to become the Mockingjay, that people are looking to her, that whatever she does the people will respond to.  By this point he only cares about her as the Mockingjay, the face of the rebellion, he’s distanced himself from her because of how she’s acting in result to Peeta.  He knows that Peeta “won [her] over.”  He tells Peeta that he won her over, because he gave everything up for her, not for the rebellion.  Gale gave Katniss up for the rebellion.

He shows no remorse — genuine or otherwise — after he admits that the bombs were probably his.  And he never comes back to 12.  Prim dies and what does he say to Katniss, “thats the only thing I had going for me.  Taking care of your family.”  I’m sorry, but those are not the words of a man who is genuinely in love with someone.  Poor baby hijacked!Peeta, won’t let her kill herself, and plants her PRIMROSES…there’s a difference between the two there.  Gale gives up, and Peeta tries.  I won’t make this a pro-Peeta piece, but seriously…Gale cared more about winning the revolution, than Prim dying.  That is not a good man.

How anyone can ship those two is beyond me.

But yes, try as I might…hard as I might…Gale is never genuinely sorry for Prim’s death, and that’s really quite sad.  He’s more upset that he lost the girl, that’s not a healthy relationship.  Just saying.

Love in Panem Presents: Worst Quest Ever

by @thesnowyangelwriter

Happy Valentines Day everyone! Let’s take a break from all that smut (wink wink) for some cute fluff!!



“Bounce, bounce, bounce!” Prim cheered, as she bounced down the hill. “Look at me Katniss! I’m Tigger! Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!”

Katniss dragged herself and Peeta, in pursuit of the 4-year-old, Winnie-the-Pooh enthusiast. “This is… The. WORST. Quest. EVER!” Peeta exclaimed tiredly, before dramatically falling facedown onto the grass.

“Peeta, get up, we have to find Pooh Sticks Bridge before sundown!”

“I wanna go home, and I’m tired!” Peeta whined. “Our mom’s are going to kill us when we get back, you know?”

“That’s why we have to find the bridge for Prim before then,” Katniss said reasonably. They could hear the sound of Prim yelling in excitement before the sound of the rushing water. “WE FOUND IT!”

“Great job, Prim!” Katniss grinned before picking Prim up and planting a big kiss on her cheek. She let her down and Prim ran off yelling that she’ll look for the biggest sticks she could find.

“Are you sure this is the river, Kat?” Peeta whispered, “There’s no bridge.”

“At this point, I just wanna throw some sticks and go back to camp,” Katniss replied.

“This looks dangerous…” Peeta trailed, “Maybe we should go back…” He was cut short when Prim returned and the children positioned themselves beside the river.

“First stick to go pass that rock wins!” Prim announced as she threw her stick in. “Hey, no fair! You went before us!” Katniss laughed. They followed suit and threw their sticks in after her.

The three started to follow the sticks to the finishing line; the rock was a good five feet away. The wind started to pick up and caused Katniss’ hair to fly in all directions. She breathed in the smell of blooming flowers, fresh air and watched Prim cheer for her stick as it flowed closer to the finishing line. Whenever Prim was happy, she was happy.

But at that moment, Prim tripped. Her little body fell to the ground and almost rolled into the river. Katniss leaped forward and grabbed her sister’s arms. But the four year old was too heavy for the ten year old, and soon they found themselves slowly slipping into the river. Peeta grabbed hold of Katniss’ ankle and started to pull, using his own weight for leverage. Soon, the girls were pulled back to safety. Katniss gripped onto her sister so tightly, her knuckles turned white.

“You silly duck! I almost lost you!” Katniss yelled. Prim cried into her arms. “Peeta’s right. We need to go back– Peeta? Peeta!”

She spotted a mop of blond hair and flailing arms flowing down the river. He was going so fast they could barely hear his cries for help. Suddenly, he disappeared underneath the water; Katniss started to panic. She followed the river while scanning it for Peeta.

The waters became more aggressive and small rocks began to appear. She almost decided to jump after him when she a hand grip onto a small boulder. Luckily, it was quite close to her side of the river. Katniss quickly laid flat onto the ground for balance and extended her arm to Peeta.

Before long, Peeta was back on dry land, his arms and legs scratched and bloody. His lower leg looked red and swollen. There was a long walk ahead of them until they returned to the log cabin. Their parents called the medics, who eventually had to call the ambulance.


Three days passed before Katniss and Prim was allowed to visit Peeta at the hospital. Peeta saw them and he grinned; his leg was elevated and in an orange cast. As Katniss moved closer, she noticed the scar peaking out of the cast and how the leg bent slightly.

Prim’s face was red with tear streaks, “I’m sorry for hurting your leg.” She couldn’t look up at him.

“It’s okay Prim, I don’t mind. I have battle scars now!”

“But your leg is going to be weird forever!” Prim yelled; she had started crying again. “It’s all my fault! Mama says you probably need a crutch–“

“Prim!” Katniss hushed.

“Nah, it’s okay guys, really!” Peeta said. “I’m okay with it all. I just need some exercise and I can go home!”

“You mean, physical therapy?” Katniss smirked.

“See! It even has a fancy name!” Peeta laughed.


After an hour, it was time to go home. Peeta watched as Katniss took Prim’s hand and walked away, her braid swishing behind her. Little did he know that it would be the first of his many crazy adventures with Katniss Everdeen.


I can’t win. Prim must know that in her heart. The competition will be far beyond my abilities. Kids from wealthier districts, where winning is a huge honor, who’ve been trained their whole lives for this. Boys who are two to three times my size. Girls who know twenty different ways to kill you with a knife. Oh, there’ll be people like me, too. People to weed out before the real fun begins. 

Christmas with the Mellark's - Pt. 2. (Of 3.)

A/N: Thank you so much to mrsbonniemellark and perksofbeingpeeta for being my sound boards and proofreaders! It isn’t as flushed out as I wanted, but part three hopefully will be. Enjoy!


The rest of the day went easily enough. Johanna was…. Somewhere. Annie and Finnick were out for a walk, Peeta’s parents had retired to their room to take a nap, his brothers were off doing God knows what, Mrs. Everdeen sat in a rocking chair by the fire, knitting, Prim admiring her work from her perch on the hearth, and Katniss and Peeta sat in the window seat, admiring the view. Haymitch meandered in and made himself at home on their couch.

A knock on the door startled Katniss out of a deep conversation with him about a book series they both loved about a dystopian future where revolution was brewing. The knock came right as they were discussing the bombings in the third book, Haymitch gesturing with his hands and saying, “Boom!” right as the knock came.

“Oh! That’s for me! I’ll get it!” Prim said as she ran through the house, her voice almost bubbling over in excitement.

Katniss smiled as she watched her sister run. A year away from graduating high school, and the back of her shirt still remained untucked. Katniss was convinced it was merely to annoy her at this point.

Before Prim opened the door, Katniss coughed over dramatically to catch her attention before singsonging, “Oh, Little Duuuuuck….”

“Yes, Katnip?”

The battle of childhood nicknames had begun.

“Fine.” Katniss grimaced. “You win.”

Prim grinned and stuck her chin out in triumph, but Katniss smiled as she caught her slyly tucking in the back of her shirt before opening the door.

“Oh, Primrose!” a shrill woman’s voice rang out through the cabin.

Haymitch went stiff at the voice, sitting up straight in his seat.

Katniss eyed him suspiciously.

He gave her a look that was like a deer in the headlights.

“Effie!” Prim squealed, reaching out to hug the still unseen woman.

Haymitch screwed his eyes shut for only a moment before opening them to a smirking Katniss. “Help me,” he mouthed.

Katniss adopted a Cheshire grin, directing her next words at a scowling Haymitch. “Prim? Let whoever is out there in, it’s freezing!”

Prim held the door open and stepped back to let the guests in. The woman appeared to be Haymitch’s age, and was dressed to the nines in top grade winter gear, her golden hair done up in a perfect, beautiful bun, and her face painted with makeup as if she would be photographed at any moment.

Beside her was a little girl, not much younger than Prim, maybe eleven or twelve, with dark skin, and tight curly, beautiful dark hair. Her eyes were nervous, but lit up when she saw the Christmas tree. She caught Katniss’ gaze and smiled shyly, waving a small hello, making Katniss smile.

“Everyone, you know I volunteer at the orphanage downtown? Well this is my little charge while I am there, and, well, I invited her for Christmas. I hope no one minds.” She looked at Peeta guiltily and a little pleadingly.

Katniss turned to see her husband beaming as he looked at Rue, and that made her stomach do silly things. “Of course we don’t mind!” He said happily. “She is most welcome to stay and eat all the cookies and candy canes she wants.”

Rue giggled a little.

Smiling, Prim continued the introductions. “And this is Effie. She is Rue’s chaperone for the trip.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Effie nodded her head to each person in turn. When she saw the back of Haymitch’s head, her eyes seemed to turn slightly mischievous. “Haymitch?”

Haymitch had slowly sunk down on the couch as they had talked, so only the very top of his head was visible. Slowly he turned his head to look up, and when he finally met her unwavering stare, he plastered on a grin. “Effie!” He made no motion to move, only sat there smiling and staring.

“Effie, why don’t you come and sit down?” Peeta asked, indicating the empty seat on the couch next to Haymitch.

Haymitch snapped his head toward Peeta and Katniss, scowling and looking as if he were out for blood, but they only smiled back at him.

Effie smiled and nodded gratefully at the invitation, Prim taking her jacket for her before she moved to the couch.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Mrs. Everdeen asked.

“Oh, Haymitch and I go way back. We have known each other, what, ten years now? He was volunteering at the orphanage and I had just started working there. He helped me find my way around for the first few days, and, we just hit it off.”

Haymitch simply nodded and stared at the floor while she talked, his arms crossed.

“We were together so much, people asked if we were dating.”

“Is that so?” Katniss prodded.

Haymitch glanced up at her and Peeta, his lip curling in a snarl.

“Why don’t the two of you head over to his cabin for a little while to catch up?” Mrs. Everdeen asked. “This place will be filling back up with people soon, so it’ll be quieter over there.”

Haymitch stood up wordlessly and went to stand by the door, putting on his coat. Effie stood and thanked them all for letting them stay, and went over to where Haymitch was waiting with her coat held out for her. She seemed to blush at his little act of kindness, as did he, especially when his fingers grazed her neck as he pulled his hands away after helping her with the coat.

“We’ll finish our conversation when you get back later,” Katniss called out as Effie walked out the door Haymitch held open for her.

“Yes. We will.” Something in his voice told Katniss that discussion would not be more about the book series.


Katniss learned all about Rue. She was smart, and kind, and so much like Prim.

She loved wild flowers, and giggled anytime Peeta talked to her.

She and Peeta had baked cookies, and he had stood behind her to help her push on the cookie cutters a couple of times. Rue had glanced over at Katniss who was mixing up the frosting, and blushed, a wide grin on her face. Peeta caught it every time and winked at Katniss.

Peeta was so happy. She could see him doing this with his own kids someday.

Slowly people had started dribbling back into the cabin and Katniss and the gang all sat on the back porch, nursing mugs of hot cocoa.

“Christmas is weird.”

Everyone looked over at Johanna, their faces all too different to describe, but all conveying the same thing. They always did. And it was always the same inner thought. What the hell, Jo?

Looking at them, unmoved by their expressions, she continued on. “I mean, think about it. A giant old guy with a long white beard comes down your chimney to eat cookies and drink milk and give you gifts. And all in a red suit. It’s creepy. It’s like that suit is blood. It should be. It basically is.” She looked off into the distance thoughtfully once more. “Christmas is weird.”

“Jo, you’re not helping,” Finnick said calmly.

Slowly dipping her head and turning it to him, she said with a chuckle, “Do I ever, Goldilocks?”

“What if you don’t have a chimney?” Annie looked off in the distance, deep in thought.

Shared glances and a few shudders resulted in the group thanking Annie for that wonderful query.

“I’m gonna tell my kids he is like a surfer dude.” Finnick changed the subject.

Peeta looked at him skeptically. “A man who lives in the north pole is a surfer dude?”

Finnick nodded, a serious expression on his face. “Yeah, man. All the fat?” He gestured around his belly to indicate Santa’s girth as if no one knew. “Insulation. Red suit? Scuba suit.”

“Reindeer?” Peeta challenged.


“Damn.” Peeta said in defeat. “I always knew they had a purpose.”

“Oh, no honey. I think you mean they had a porpoise.” Katniss was beaming as the group slowly turned to her. After a beat, she was still oblivious. “Get it?”


Soon everyone began contemplating on the exact placement of the tree topper.

All the bakers in the group arguing over which way it should face and the like, treating it like a cake topper.

Suddenly, the front door swung open, and Peeta’s brothers both appeared at the doorway screaming, “Incoming!”

Without warning a large barn owl flew in the doorway, and tried to settle in the tree, only to be dissuaded by the swinging tree topper Katniss was swinging at it in a frenzy, and turning to fly out the back door Johanna had just opened to get more wood for the fire.

Buttercup followed soon after, running under the tree and climbing up the branches, only to slide down unceremoniously and scamper out the backdoor.

Cinna was hot on his heels, making his way almost directly to the back door, but stopping for a moment to sniff, and subsequently pee on the tree before bolting out the back door.

Everyone stood with jaws agape. It had taken only seconds. The tree started to totter, tempting gravity.

Finnick saw this from across the room and in his Rudolph sweater with a blinking red nose, and a felt antler headband on his head, he yelled, “I’ve got this!” as he ran, hurdled the couch, using a cushion like a trampoline, using it’s propulsion to fly towards the tree, wrapping his arms and legs around it, only to have it still for a moment before slowly, finally, tipping over on top of him.


After that incident, Johanna had simply grabbed an axe and hollered, “Come on, Brainless. Let’s go get a tree.”

Peeta’s family and Mrs. Everdeen stayed behind to clean up the mess, everyone else heading out in search of a tree.

They finally split into groups when it started to snow lightly, Peeta, Johanna, and Annie in one group, and Prim, Rue, Katniss, and Finnick in another.

Slowly and surely the snow got heavier, and Katniss’ group decided to head back.

When they got to the cabin, they were surprised to see Ranger Gale and a much younger looking carbon copy of Ranger Gale standing in their doorway. Prim and Mini Gale seemed to be making goggly eyes at one another. “We were about to go looking for you!” Gale said.

Katniss stomped the snow off her boots. “Didn’t Peeta tell you we were out looking for a tree?”

Gale scowled. “No. He’s not here. Isn’t he with you?”

Katniss felt her heart drop.

"Annie?” Gale shook his head no.
“Jo?” Another shake.
“Peeta?” she whispered and he slowly shook his head no.

Katniss immediately went back out into the snow, following the footprints.

“What are you doing?” Gale called to her.


Finnick was immediately by her side.

“How are you going to track them?” Gale called over the howling wind.

Katniss turned to him. “By following their footprints, Ranger Gale.”

Turning back around, she smiled when she heard Finnick snicker. “Feisty! You are a girl on fire today, Katniss.”

Suddenly Rue was beside her, holding her hand and following the footprints until they got to the point where they had split up.

Looking around, Katniss felt dread building in her stomach. “This is no place for a girl on fire.”


They followed the footprints until they couldn’t anymore. The snow had filled them in and they could barely see their own to make it back. Finnick had to practically drag her back.

When Katniss got back, she was numb emotionally. The love of her life, and her two best friends were out there, somewhere, alone.

The mini Ranger Gale, who she found out was his kid brother Rory, asked her a few questions about where they had last seen them before he and Gale hopped into his truck and took off to look for them.

Katniss needed to feel something. Anything. So she sat where they had sat together that morning in the window seat, and placed her palm against the glass. She hated feeling helpless. When she pulled her hand away, the warmth of her skin left a foggy handprint for just a moment, before vanishing, just like the footprints in the snow.


She stayed in that seat, tossing and turning, until finally gently woken up by Rue.

“He’s going to be okay, you know?” She whispered to Katniss.

“I sure hope so,” she responded.

“I know so.”

Katniss smiled at the beautiful face staring back at her. “Can’t sleep, huh?”

Rue shook her head. “Nope. First night in a new place. Always kind of weird.”

Katniss laughed. “I know what you mean.” Patting the seat in front of her, Katniss wrapped her arms around Rue as she lay back on her chest. She remembered comforting Prim’s nightmares in much the same way.

“Would it help you if I sing?” She asked.

Rue looked up at her. “Only if you’re any good.”

Katniss laughed a real, deep laugh at that. “I have been told that I am.”

Rue smiled as she settled back in.

“Well then. You may proceed.”

Looking out over the snow as she gently stroked Rue’s hair, Katniss sang a song held dear to her heart.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

She looked down at Rue and found her eyes drooping.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

A floorboard creaked and Katniss looked up to see Prim smiling at her from the stairwell, Effie not far behind her, a hand resting on her shoulder and a tear rolling down her cheek. She looked back down to Rue with a smile.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.

Rue was breathing deeply and evenly, and Katniss knew she was asleep. Still she continued, finishing the song as she looked back out over the snow, her warm breath hitting the window as she sang, revealing her handprint once again.

Here it’s safe and here it’s warm
And here the daisies guard you from every harm
And here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.


Katniss woke to the sound of a rumbling truck. Looking out the window she saw it was Gale’s truck and Peeta was hopping out of the back seat.

Rue, also waking to the sound, was already at the door, swinging it open.

Peeta ran in, following Rue’s pointing finger at Katniss and ran to her, sitting across from her on the bench, grabbing her face and kissing her. A long, deep kiss. Katniss realized she was crying when she tasted salt. They pulled back from one another, laughing and he wrapped her in a hug, his own tears falling on her shirt.

He pulled back to look at her. “I should have never agreed to letting them separate us. That was when I lost you!”

“But you’re here now. I never doubted you’d make it back. I even held your hand all night. See?”

Katniss blew on the window to reveal her handprint. Looking at her in wonder, he said, “Do that again.” Katniss obliged, blowing once again on the window, and Peeta quickly added his handprint on top of hers.


The bickering had only begun small, but over the two days the had been there, had quickly escalated, mainly from Mrs. Mellark.

She was pattering on about some silly little thing for the millionth time, ending in Jo and Katniss yelling at her, and her matching their volume, doors slamming, and Katniss being left alone on the couch.

She was beginning to lose hope at every seeing their families get along.

Cinna sat in front of her, staring, seemingly into her soul.

“Stop it,” she scowled.

Cinna whined softly.

“Because it’s creepy.” She hesitated. “Great. Now I’m talking to a dog.”

“I’ve been called many things, darlin’, but dog has never made the list… Yet.”

She couldn’t help but smile at Haymitch’s drunken slur behind her, his warm voice hinting at attempted comfort.

“Would you like for that to start now?” She ribbed.

He chuckled gruffly. “Sweetheart, something tells me you’ve got a lot you’d like to say to me but on some deep level, we are two peas in a pod.” Silence hung between them before he added softly, “You’re the only real friend I’ve got out here.”

“And that’s just barely.”

Haymitch chuckled.

“And what about Effie?”

Haymitch mimicked her in a ridiculous voice, adding on at the end, “Aw, shaddup. Mind yer own business, girl.”

Katniss laughed. “Tell that to Mrs. Mellark.”

Haymitch laughed a hearty laugh and opened the door, cursing when the wind blew before he slammed it shut.

Cinna was still staring at her, and this time it was like he was talking. “I’m still betting on you.”


It was Christmas Eve and the storm had officially snowed everyone in, including Ranger and Mini Ranger Gale, and the power was out.

Luckily Katniss and Peeta had a room with a fireplace, so they sat in front of it to keep warm, and she and Peeta were toasting some cheesy bread he had made over the flames for a midnight snack.

“Peeta?” Katniss’ voice was small.

“Yeah?” He turned to her with that grin she loved so much.

“Can I give you your gift now? I don’t want everyone to make a big deal about it tomorrow.”

“Why? Is it like lingerie or something?”

Katniss playfully shoved his shoulder as he chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.”

Katniss bit her lip for a minute, deciding before getting up and going to her suitcase.

Pulling out a white envelope, she walked back over to him, holding it out for him to take.

“Gift certificates? Nice.” He joked, his hands stilling when he realized what he was pulling out was a photo.

Pulling it all the way out he saw it was a photo of a sonogram. In the corner it said, “Patient: K. Mellark”.

“Katniss, are you-”

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded, still biting her lip, trying not to smile.

“Is this-”

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded, starting to smile.

“We’re having a-”

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded, beaming.

He looked up at her, dumbstruck, a smile matching hers growing on his face.

Looking her in the eyes, he whispered excitedly, “We’re having a baby!”