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Discuss this movie with other users on IMDb message board for Byc jak Kazimierz Deyna (2012) Recommendations. If you enjoyed this title, our database also recommends. 'Katniss,' Haymitch whispered, shaking the girl gently from her deep sleep. Katniss awoke abruptly and covered herself with the covers. (Hunger Games) Are u team. Summary: The beginning of Chapter 26 of Mockingjay in Haymitch's POV Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. God, they're amazing books though. XxXxX I don't know when, but at some point in these last two years, I've begun to let myself care about someone. Well, someones, rather. The first one is Peeta Mellark, because no one could possibly see what he's been through and not wish him well. I used to think that victors may actually have it worst in life, but I take it back now. Victors that have something against the Capitol are the ones that have it the worst. And the second is Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, the Mockingjay, the so-called defender of the helpless. I giggle a little bit at that last name. Johanna had kept me company a couple times, and she had mentioned that name to me. Sometimes we think too alike. However, the giggling part probably has something to do with the pile of empty bottles that littered my floor at the present. I honestly don't know how I managed to get myself into such a situation. Well, no, that's a lie. I know I got into this when Plutarch Heavensbee asked me to aid the rebels of District 13. But back when I had only just lost my family and my girlfriend, over twenty-five years ago, I had reformed into a model tribute, even if a rather drunk one. I had assumed that I had nothing left to worry about. With a few bottles by my side and a healthy indifference to the kids I was sending off to be killed, I'd be fine. And now … well, now I'm falling back into despair. All I know is that when Squadron 451's special group went off on their own, they had thirteen people. And when we found Katniss, there were only four of them left. Katniss, Peeta, Gale, and Cressida. They found Finnick's body horribly mangled by some kind of mutt just a little way away from the mansion. I should be happy that Katniss and Peeta both made it through alive, but right now, I'm not sure how much the word 'alive' counts for. Katniss is slowly losing her sanity, and Peeta is a half-possessed mutt. Finnick didn't deserve this either, but he had it better off than many of the thousands of dead. He, at least, got a few days of happiness as a newlywed before his end. That was more than most of us could claim. Nevertheless, he was a decent man, and I'd come to respect him. Then again, Boggs was as well, and they found Bogg's corpse with his legs blown off. And Mitchell caught in a barbed net. And Messalla in a puddle of bones and skin. And the little girl, Prim … well, I suppose that's just the irony of life. The decent ones always die. I think back to that bomb, the trick double-bomb that killed Katniss' sister. I'm not an idiot. None of these events have damaged my mental health yet, anyway. But I certainly wasn't ready for the absolute truth. I had figured from the start that Coin set up the double bombs. It was obvious, if you really analyzed it. Snow was already cornered, and he wasn't stupid enough to alienate his subjects any further when there was a chance he'd be on trial. I was able to put two and two together. So I asked Gale about it earlier today. Gale had confirmed this and much, much more. The boy finally seemed resigned that he could never have Katniss, not when it was his bomb that killed her sister. After I had gotten over the shock of his news, I almost laughed out of pure exhaustion. Katniss and her boy troubles. They never went away. Coming back to the present, I reach for another bottle to wash away my sorrows. I start to drift in and out, my sleep stalked by the same nightmares I had nearly twenty-five years ago. Only these include many, many more people. My mother, my brother, my old girlfriend, and then more. Katniss, Peeta, Finnick. Even Maysilee Donner is there. They're in the holding pen, reaching for a cloud of silver parachutes, and then … they're gone. I wake to a chilling blast of water on my face. My first, natural instinct is to slash out with the knife I keep under my pillow, until I see who it is. "Oh. You," I say. Katniss is standing over me. For the first time since her sister's death, the emotionless mask she wore is gone. What's in its place is much worse. Sunken, haunted eyes, filled with a pain that I can recognize. Stitched up skin, like a quilt in hues of white and pink and shadowy purple. Lips that look as if they will never be able to smile again. Then she opens her mouth. "Haymitch," she says. Her voice is rough, grating. I guess she finally snapped out of her mute mourning. Good for Plutarch. He'll probably make Katniss record some more propos. "Listen to that. The Mockingjay found her voice. Well, Plutarch's going to be happy." I take in my surroundings as well as I can with my fuzzy vision. The alcohol hasn't completely worn off yet. Not that I want it to. Before thinking about it too much, I sip from the bottle in my hand. I puzzle over my dripping wet hair. "Why am I soaking wet?" There's a thud as she drops a pitcher. Katniss isn't a terribly chatty girl, she never was. I let the action speak for itself. "I need your help." She's asked me that before. Always about Peeta or Gale. "What is it, sweetheart? More boy troubles?" I know that I sound like a jerk, but the lovely haze in my head makes the entire situation almost laughable. She just stares at me, and I watch her expression twist into something like hurt. Then she turns to leave. "Okay, not funny." I try to stand, to pull her back and get her to talk some more, but she's turning the doorknob and slipping away already. "Not funny! Come back !" Then she's gone, and my world is spinning around me. I had gotten up much too fast, and before I know it, I'm back on the ground. In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea to bring up 'boy troubles'. Not when Gale's device has just killed her beloved sister, and not when all of Peeta's memories of her have been twisted into something evil. Suddenly, I feel like an idiot. I stand up again and manage to get out of my room. "Katniss!" I call out into the mansion. I get no reply. I stumble on a little further. "Katniss?" Someone passes by me, and I reach out and grip their arm. "Find Katniss," I say. It's a little slurred, but I think he understands, because he backs away and speaks into his comms. The alcohol is threatening to pull me back to sleep, so I head back to my room, just barely falling onto my bed before I go under completely. The last thing I hear before sleep is Katniss somewhere in the mansion, screaming and screaming. And then the nightmares return. XxXxX Review please=) Mockingjay was freaking amazing. What was your absolute favorite part? Books Hunger Games. Follow/Fav Haymitch. By. Haymitch. Summary. And the second is Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire. . A Katniss And Peeta Fanfiction by. Thanks to Suzanne Collins for the Hunger Games series. Language. Katniss/Haymitch. Language: English. Hunger Games (Libri), scopri 4382 nuove storie su EFP Fanfiction. Personaggi: Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark. Info Haymitch and Effie Hunger games. This is a Hunger games fanfiction about Haymitch Abernathy and. and look towards Peeta and Katniss. 'Like Haymitch. Haymitch, a hunger games fanfic | FanFiction The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 1 Awards. All around badass and Mockingjay leader Katniss Everdeen sings a. Effie Trinket's eccentric wardrobe had. The top The Hunger Games quotes selected by the Rotten Tomatoes. Katniss Everdeen: How will they change you? Peeta Mellark: I don't. It's a mockingjay pin. Quotes tagged as "katniss-everdeen" (showing 1-30 of 70) “And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.” ― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games Like “Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say. “I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says. “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down. “It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.” ― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire Quotes About Katniss Everdeen Known prep teams. Katniss Everdeen's prep team for the 74th Hunger Games and 75th Hunger Games consisted of head stylist. Mockingjay Part 1 • The Hunger Games.
We slide behind the backs of the buildings, trying hardly not to be seen. I have my bow drawn with an arrow ready for anyone to come right towards. The. Katniss is the daughter of the girl. Peeta cannot win Katniss over the way he. I agree with you that Peeta is a natural performer (either naturally. "I'm sorry," I tell him, barely getting the words out. I'm sorry because I did this to him. Because I would do anything to change this. "You'll come back," I verify against his chest, my voice fragile. "Promise me you'll come back," I demand. Peeta stares at me for a second, the hopelessness still tattooed across his features. "I'll try," he says. Catching Fire AU 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 26. Chapter 26 27. Chapter 27 28. Chapter 28 29. Chapter 29 "For the love of God. Gag me." My mind is still hazy from sleep and my first response to the jarring voice above me is to just move closer to Peeta's form, if it's even possible. We're rather knotted together. Peeta groans and tugs the flimsy covers over our heads before wrapping an arm over me again. I sink into him easily, breathing in time with the steady rise and fall of his chest. "Seriously if this is what I'm going to have to put up with for as long as we're down here I'm volunteering for the next suicide mission." The covers fly back and Peeta groans loudly, curling over me even more, his arm heavy around my waist. "Not now, Johanna," he complains, voice gravelly and thick from lack of use. "You know I'm not leaving," Johanna states. I open my eyes to the length of Peeta's neck. He mumbles something and I see the contractions of his throat before he rolls over. I miss the warmth immediately but refrain from reaching out for him again, choosing instead to rub at my eyes with a closed fist before scooting up into a sitting position on the hospital bed. I'm too tired to really do anything else or understand what's happening. Peeta and I both had a horrible nights sleep. I jolted awake every hour or so, terrified and not used to my surroundings. Not used to the body wrapped around me. I don't think Peeta slept at all because every time I woke, he was there running his fingers through my hair and whispering comforting words into my ear. We didn't speak much after last night, content to just rest with each other. I lay with my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he ran his fingers through my hair. My mind wouldn't shut off, even though being with him was supposed to make me at ease. I was still so confused about yesterday's happenings and I would find myself clutching his shirt with a strained grip before I realized what I was doing. I couldn't fall asleep because I didn't want to wake up with him gone. I've woken up from that nightmare too many times before. Seeing me so troubled has clearly taken its toll on Peeta, who sports two very dark bags under his eyes. "It's early, Jo," Peeta mumbles, running his hand over his face before swiping for me. He tries to pull me back on top of him but I stay sitting, blinking at Johanna Mason and trying to clear my mind, slowly becoming angry. I remember this girl. "It's not early, actually. It's 9:00 and you missed breakfast and physical therapy," Johanna points out, leaning back in the chair next to my bed and running her fingers through her dark, cropped hair. I narrow my eyes at her. "And you must be Katniss Everdeen," Johanna smirks. "God, Blondie has such a fucking hard on for you. He never responded to any of my advances," she explains with an evil grin. "I'm Johanna, by the way." I watch as she extends her arm and Peeta finally sits up to flick her shoulder. My scowl deepens but I meet her in the middle anyway. Peeta wraps an arm over my shoulder and plays with the end of my braid, which is barely a braid at this point as it's so loose. "You know, my brother's over there," he says, nodding to the right. "We look alike. If you're still so hung up on me he'd make a pretty good replacement, I think," Peeta smiles sweetly and Johanna responds by rolling her eyes dramatically. I stiffen at the suggestion that she even tried to make moves on him but Peeta turns to me, grinning. "Johanna likes to get a rise out of people," he explains, touching my cheek. He's been doing that a lot ever since we were reunited: touching me whenever he can. I guess I'd be doing the same but I haven't really let go of him at all. "Yeah well I've been trying to get a rise out of you with no such luck," she sighs before smirking. "Yet." Johanna's smile widens when she sees my jaw tighten with irrational jealousy. Peeta tugs on the end of my braid and when I glance up at him he kisses me on the mouth. He lingers there a moment, sweeping his lips slowly over mind, and I can't help but smile when Johanna scoffs. He's mine. "How's Finnick?" Peeta asks when he pulls away from me. Johanna's face darkens considerably and she looks down at her shoes. "How do you think he is? Annie's still not here." I watch as Peeta's Adam's apple bobs. He looks up to the ceiling, his easy expression from earlier having vanished completely. "Have you heard anything from District 4?" he whispers before looking back at Johanna, who shakes her head. "No. They're still tied pretty tightly to the Capitol… Careers, you know. But Finnick outed himself last night. Who knows if they could see that it was him through all the gunfire and smoke. My guess is no, but when do I know anything." Peeta's arm tightens around me and my stomach drops at the understanding that Finnick risked so much to save me. Has this whole operation been blown because of last night? "She has Mags, still. Right?" Peeta continues, looking at the end of the bed where our feet stick up through the covers. "At least she's not alone." "Right," Johanna says, her voice surprisingly soft. I don't dare say anything,. I know my place and it's not in this conversation. I can barely look at either of them. I may not know much but from what I gathered during the Quarter Quell—from the way Finnick reacted to the jabberjays— there is a very special person in District 4 named Annie. He outed himself to save me. He outed himself for Peeta and he might pay dearly for it. "Do you know when the briefing is?" Peeta asks after a distinct moment of silence. "Not until tomorrow. They figured Ms. Happiness over here," Johanna gestures towards me, "would need a day to take everything in. That was Abernathy's doing, by the way, so you can thank him." "Haymitch said that?" I ask, breaking my silence. I'm still furious with him. And Gale. And Madge, even, if I'm being honest. To think they've known that Peeta was alive, that District 13 existed, for as long as they did and they didn't tell me makes me feel as though I'm nothing more than a pawn for them. Just a piece for them to use as they please; as if my feelings mean nothing to them. Johanna's eyes flick to mine. "Yup. And apparently you're pissed about them not telling you anything," she muses, her large, dark eyes glinting under the harsh hospital lighting. "I am pissed," I bite back. Who is she to talk down to me? "That wasn't fair for them to leave me—" I begin to justify, but I'm cut off quickly. "Alright, I honestly couldn't give two shits about your feelings. I just came over here to tell Peeta—and you, I guess—that the meeting's been pushed back." Johanna moves to get up, swinging her legs over the edge of the chair, and knocks over Peeta's prosthetic. She freezes for a moment, studying the leg on the floor, before she looks back up at Peeta. He looks somewhat embarrassed under Johanna's sharp stare and I run my hand up his forearm without really thinking too much about it. Johanna bends to pick the false limb off the floor, placing it carefully besides the hospital bed. "I guess bringing you back here might have been worth the trouble after all," she says quietly before leaving. After Johanna left, Peeta and I slipped back under the covers but despite my exhaustion I was unable to fall asleep again. The hospital nurses came to remove the IV in my arm and since then I've been playing with the ends of Peeta's hair (it's gotten too long). His eyes are closed and he's not even bothering to try and hide his smile. I've been too quiet though, and the air between us is too heavy, so when my hand finally falls to his neck he speaks. "What are you thinking?" Peeta asks softly, opening his eyes to me. I'm wrapped up in him and I wonder if it's uncomfortable for him the way I'm laying on his arm. You wouldn't guess it from the way he's looking at me. "That your hair is too long," I respond and he smiles widely. "They're not good at cutting hair here. If I let them cut it, it'll just end up being buzzed off completely. Can't have that, can we?" he asks, eying my hand, which has gone to run through his waves again. I smile and meet his eyes, inching closer. "No. What would I do with my hands?" I joke and Peeta shoots me a wolfish grin. "I can think of a few things," he murmurs before leaning in to kiss me deeply, biting my bottom lip playfully before pulling away and planting another quick kiss on my nose. I move my hand to his cheek and smooth my thumb over the skin under his eyes. When he looks at me again, Peeta's expression is much more solemn. "Really, Katniss," he says, bringing a hand around to smooth away the hair that's fallen into my face, "what are you thinking?" I lower my eyes and fix my stare on his shirt collar. I didn't know I was being so transparent. "A lot of things." "I'm all ears, you know," Peeta responds, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together. It takes me a while to formulate my thoughts and I'm grateful that Peeta doesn't press. "I just…I'm still in shock," I tell him and I take a very deep breath before continuing, though it does nothing to keep my voice from shaking. "You were dead. Everyone…no one questioned it. I was…I can't explain it." I mean to ask him about Finnick as well but I can't really speak anymore without my voice cracking pitifully so I close my eyes. I've done too much crying and I should be very happy now. But seeing Peeta here still reminds me of why I was so destroyed when I thought he was gone. I lower my head, knowing that if I look up into the blue eyes shining back at me I will be hit with too many emotions to control. Peeta tightens his arm around my waist. "I'm so sorry," he sighs. He really has no idea how bad it was but I'm so glad that he's in the dark when it comes to that. If he knew what had become of me I'd never be able to look at him again. I was a disgrace. I guess I still am. "It's not your fault," I affirm, finally opening my eyes and meeting him with a steely gaze. "That doesn't mean I'm not sorry," he counters. "And I couldn't even help you sleep could I?" he adds to himself bitterly. I shake my head at him and the words that come out of my mouth are the exact opposite ones I would have liked to use. "I couldn't sleep because I was scared you'd be gone when I woke up," I whisper softly. Shit. How can I explain to him that I wasn't used to feeling safe? And now that I do, I feel I shouldn't trust it? I'm so used to everything I know being ripped away from me. I can't contain my frown so I avert my eyes from Peeta's, feeling ashamed. "I'm not going anywhere anymore," he says resolutely, tilting my chin up and forcing me to face him. "I promise." I make myself nod before I shove my face in the space between his shoulder and his cheek. The stubble on his chin tickles my ear. "Who's Annie, Peeta?" I ask into his neck, unable to rid the question from my mind. Peeta is absolutely still for a very long time. He's silent for so long that I think he might not answer me but eventually I feel him swallow a few times before he opens his mouth. "She lives in District 4 and she's…she's not right in the head. Finnick mentored her in the arena and she lost her mind," he explains. The last part he says with difficulty. "Finnick loves her and they're engaged." Guilt creeps up and over me as I take in his words. "I blew his cover." "No, not you. He knew I would have lost it if…if something happened. And he feels as though he owes me because of what happened in the arena. That's why he decided to go and rescue you. They didn't want me going because I was 'emotionally compromised' and I'm still not cleared for any heavy physical activity. Plus if you didn't come back…I just…" Peeta's voice trails off into nothing and I press my nose against his throat, which I can feel constrict with the effort to contain himself. "I think he knew what would have happened to me. Everyone knows how much I love you but I think Finnick is the only one who can understand it." Because he's tied to someone from the Games, too, I think. "He puts on a front and pretends like everything's OK. He's been doing it for most of his life. He's had it really bad. But I know that seeing you and me together was probably especially hard for him. I don't know what to do because we can't give ourselves away. We can't go get Annie from District 4 because the Capitol still thinks they have their support." I pull back and notice that Peeta's eyes are glassy. He smiles at me anyway. "I was very mean to Finnick when he rescued me. I think I might have hit him," I mutter, appalled by my own behavior, but Peeta's smile grows wider and he laughs softly. "And then I didn't believe him when he told me you were alive. I should apologize." "I warned him that you were a tough cookie. But maybe apologizing would be a noble thing to do," Peeta chuckles. I sigh and nod. Apologizing is not an easy thing for me to do. Pride is a dangerous characteristic in the Seam. "Will you explain everything to me? This District? And the rebellion?" I ask, unable to be left in the dark any longer. I need to know what's going on, I'm too confused. I need to know something of what's happening; I feel too exposed otherwise. Peeta nods and adjusts himself on the bed. "President Coin will probably be better at answering your questions tomorrow but I'll tell you what I know. The rebellion's been in planning stages for years and District 13 has been in communication with Capitol rebels for the same amount of time. They couldn't involve any of the districts until a few months ago because there was no real unification or way of avoiding being overheard. Apparently those higher ups in the Capitol were able to talk to the Mayors of some of the Districts once they proved they were trustworthy and that the districts were riled up enough. This happened after our Games. Districts 8, 11, 12 were the first." My brow furrows and I try to comprehend the existence of rebels in the Capitol before the existence of rebels in any of the districts. I think of Madge and Gale and how they both seemed to know about the rebellion before anyone else. It makes sense, I guess, seeing as Madge is the Mayor's daughter. "Anyway, Plutarch Heavensbee, the Gamemaker, was able to rescue us during the Quarter Quell—he's a rebel—and District 13 has been slowly infiltrating its way into each of the other Districts. We have some very talented technicians here that are able to take over broadcasting systems and stuff. I don't really understand it, though Beetee's tried to explain it to me." I let out a breath. So the Head Gamemaker was a rebel, explaining why Peeta and the others are still alive. And District 13 has been using advanced technology to get in touch with the other districts? I'm still trailing behind when Peeta speaks again. "The Capitol must know now that 13 exists now because of what happened yesterday. I don't know if Snow can weed out the spies or not. Enobaria is a spy, by the way. A damn good one, probably because no one expects it out of her. It was planned for her to win the Quell. Everything was planned from the start, I just found out during training." My eyes move from Peeta's to his mangled shoulder. To his hip. Planned. Was that planned? I grimace. Was it planned that he almost die? If Peeta can sense my question he doesn't let on. "The Capitol is probably cracking down on 8 and 11 as we speak and I know that 13 is prepared to send in reinforcements to gain control of those districts. Everyone here is basically trained for warfare once they reach 18 and they've been ready to deploy for something like this for months. Tomorrow President Coin will brief us on how we're going to move forward." Peeta allows me to catch up, running his thumb along my knuckles. "I know this is a lot to take in," he whispers. "Everything about this…13 and the rebellion…it's all so much and…and I'll be here to help you through it. I promise," he finishes. Although some of my questions were answered, a hundred other ones popped up in its place. Peeta's brow is furrowed in concern as he looks down at me and I try to smooth it out. I don't like seeing him worried. "I'm just happy I have you back. I need to put you somewhere you can't get hurt now." Peeta laughs lightly but I'm equal parts joking and completely serious. "You're brother saved my sister," I tell him. "As we were leaving 12 he stepped in front of a bullet for her, I…I forgot to thank him," I say, already disgusted with myself. I can see Rye across the room, passed out on a hospital bed similar to the one I'm in. He's in worse shape than I am and it doesn't look like he'll be leaving any time soon. Peeta doesn't look surprised or even overly concerned by what I tell him. "Oh, us Mellark men. When will we ever learn," he smiles wryly. His comment was obviously supposed to make me smile but instead reminds me of the horror I left in District 12. Slowly, I'm filled with a biting panic. "Peeta, I don't know what happened to your family. Your brother was with me when the bombs hit…but your other brother. And your parents." The more I speak the more distressed I become. It's the first time I've really let myself think about what happened to District 12. I don't know the extent of the damage but I know it must be bad if the Capitol was involved. I think about the Seam and Town, of all the people I knew. Prim said that Madge and the Hawthornes are safe, but what about everybody else? Did I do this? Peeta is quiet for a few moments, avoiding my eyes. His family was there. "I'm sorry, if I had known I would have—" "It's not your fault," he interrupts me, meeting my eyes again. His eyes are hard and determined but not unkind. I can't say anything in response and my mouth quivers. I have no idea what to say to him. His family could be dead. "It was only a matter of time before the Capitol sent the bombs in," Peeta continues quietly. "District 12 was number 1 on their list, after all. Please don't think that's your fault. And District 13 sent in a rescue team. They might come back." Peeta closes his eyes and my hand hovers uselessly between us. I want to comfort him, do anything to make this better, but I've never been good at things like that. "Rye's here," he adds, eyes downcast. "And I have you. You're here now." He speaks as if he's unsure of himself so I move to rest my forehead against his. If there's anything I can guarantee him during this whole mess, it's that he will always have me. Always. So I tell him. "You have me. Always." District 13 is a strange place. After the hospital released me, Peeta showed me around the underground community, explaining the way of life he's grown used to and the one I'm immensely confused by. The District is more or less an enormous underground, self-sustaining bunker. Each family has their own barracks, a small apartment of sorts, that's furnished modestly and bathed in the same dreary shade of grey that covers the entire underground trench. It's an obvious downgrade from what we had in the Victor's Village but compared to my home in the Seam it's still a luxury. We walked deeper into the District, through a complicated maze of hallways that look exactly the same, and Peeta showed me where I will be staying with mother and Prim. Sheepishly, he explained that they won't let minors live together, prompted by the look of dismay on my face when I realized he wasn't part of my living situation. Sometimes I forget how strange of an arrangement Peeta and I have: two seventeen year olds who cannot spend the night away from the other. It's sad, really. But then again, why should District 13 care about our personal needs when they have so many to attend too? I've grown selfish fast. I've grown accustomed to luxury fast as well and it makes me sick to my stomach. He promised that he lives just down the hall, though. Peeta smiled at that, knowing there's no way we were capable of listening to that rule. Mother and Prim were happy to see me, although both looked slightly frazzled, likely due to everything that's transpired in the past day. I feel frazzled as well. Our apartment consists of a small living room, bathroom and bedroom, to be shared by the three of us. Peeta explained the strange machine on the wall as well. He showed me how you stick your arm inside and it displays a regimented schedule in the form of a strange, nonpermanent tattoo on your skin. District 13 keeps track of its inhabitants. It's something District 12 only did on Reaping Day and I can't hide my bewilderment when Peeta tells me how everyone is fed three times a day. No matter what. My thought process only goes to show how horribly skewed a life we were living before. The look in Peeta's eyes when he explains this shows me that he thinks the exact same thing. I shower before dinner, mindful of the bandage on my head. My cut isn't bad but it still hurts and I have a pounding headache. My arm aches from where the hospital nurses stuck me with a series of vaccinations ranging from vitamins, to antibodies, to birth control. Despite it's seemingly endless expanse, District 13 doesn't have room for unplanned babies. I stare at the wall of the shower, trying to absorb all of the new information that has been thrown my way, gradually becoming more and more nervous for my meeting with President Coin tomorrow morning. I don't know what this woman is like, or what she expects of me. I don't know what to think about anything, yet. I rummage through the drawer in the bedroom and find a variety of grey shirts and pants, the same ones everyone here wears. I fold my clothes from District 12, placing them carefully in the drawer, but not before I remove the sea glass from the pocket of my old pants and slip it into the pocket of the new grey ones. My inability to part with it is obsessive at this point, even though I know Peeta is with Prim, waiting for me in the next room. Peeta rises from the couch when I walk into the living room and I move straight into his arms, pressing my face against his chest and breathing him in. Under all the grey he stills smells like himself, even if the scent of vanilla and sugar is farther away. "You were in there for a while. I thought you might have drowned," Peeta jokes quietly, touching my pruned fingers before wrapping his arms around me like a cage. We stay like this for a while until I remember Prim is in the room. I pull away from him and he lets his arms drag over mine before locking our hands together. "Dinner?" he smiles at me. The left corner of his lip tugs up and I feel myself blush, something I haven't done in months. It doesn't go unnoticed by Peeta, who pauses to stare at me. My lips part the tiniest bit and I want to look away—at Prim, or the grey walls—but I am completely unable to wrestle my eyes from his. Peeta exhales and I feel it hit my cheek like a whisper. "Katniss?" Prim calls, and I tear my eyes from Peeta's, trying to ignore the way my heart is beating 10 times faster than it was a minute ago. Peeta walks ahead of Prim and me on the cafeteria line, talking animatedly about the ways in which District 13 grows its food. They do everything underground—even food production—and I add this new development to the list of things that completely baffle me about this place. How they've been able to keep themselves running for so long is something I can't comprehend. I've been underground for less than 24 hours and I'm already feeling claustrophobic. After we collect our food, Prim and I follow Peeta as he leads us to a table in the corner where Finnick and Johanna are already seated. I groan internally, not ready to face the likes of Johanna Mason again. "Ahh, I see we have some new additions to our party," Finnick says as we reach the table. "Hey Peet. Girl on Fire," Finnick says between bites of bread. "And hello beautiful," he adds, looking to Prim with a dazzling smile. I almost want to roll my eyes at the way her cheeks stain a dark red at Finnick's words. "Have you met Johanna? Remember I told you about her on the hovercraft?" Peeta sits down, motioning for me to take the seat next to him, and Prim eagerly takes the seat next to Finnick. "It's nice to meet you," Prim says to Johanna smiling widely. "I'm Prim, Katniss' sister," Johanna looks between the two of us, puzzled. "Are you sure you're related?" she asks in derision. Prim giggles and starts to eat her food but I glower at Johanna, who just raises her eyebrows at me. "Well your sister doesn't walk around with a scowl the whole time. You should try it. You know, make it look like you don't have a massive pole up your ass." Finnick frowns and pokes Johanna in the ear at the same time Peeta's expression turns stormy. I'm taken aback by it, actually. I've grown accustomed to the verbal jabs people throw my way but I've never seen Peeta get visibly upset over one. His jaw sets firmly and he glares fiercely at Johanna before putting his hand on the inside of my knee. I'm actually terrified by how little I care about what Johanna said and by how much I would rather trace the line of Peeta's jaw with my tongue. Right now is not the time for this to be happening. Luckily I'm torn from my own thoughts by Prim's voice. "Katniss is the best sister in the world, and I'd appreciate if you didn't talk to her that way," she says calmly. Everyone at the table, myself included, is taken aback. Prim meets my eyes and I blink at her stupidly. "Her trust is hard won but once you have it she'll do anything for you. Right, Peeta?" "Prim…" I start, not wanting to get into this with Finnick and especially not Johanna. "Right," Peeta says immediately, tightening his grip on my leg. I flick my eyes to him and the shy smile he gives me makes my chest cramp. There's an awkward moment of silence before Peeta asks Johanna a question about physical therapy and they're off chatting like nothing transpired at all. I eat my food quietly, glancing around the cafeteria and only partially paying attention to the conversation at the table. I can't pretend that I don't notice everyone in the cafeteria is looking at us. I turn my eyes back down to my food, pushing it around my plate. We'll never escape it, will we? Peeta is probably used to it at this point. You can't survive two Hunger Games and not gain a following. And now I'm here. There's no way we'll be able to fly under the radar. I want to laugh. All I've ever wanted was to go unnoticed and live my life without chaos. Fate had different plans. Peeta rubs my knee and I try to fix my face before I look up at him again. "Hey," he says with a smile. "Hey," I echo, grimacing. I see Peeta's smile falter and I place my hand over his on my knee, squeezing it. "I owe you an apology," I say, turning to Finnick. I would rather not do this in front of Johanna but it doesn't look like she's leaving any time soon. "Oh?" Finnick asks, raising his eyebrows at me. To his credit he looks genuinely surprised. "For the way I acted in 12. And the hovercraft. Thank you… for coming to rescue me," I finish lamely, turning my face in the opposite direction as my cheeks heat up. Finnick doesn't bat an eye. "You are very welcome. I think I'd take payment in the form of your dessert," he states before reaching across the table and grabbing the small cookie off of my tray. Peeta pats my leg and I turn my attention back to my food. "Oh, Rory is here!" Prim exclaims and I turn to follow her line of vision. Sure enough, Rory, along with the other Hawthorns and Madge are all gathered by the entrance to the cafeteria. My scowl returns when Gale finds me through the crowd and I hastily shovel the rest of my food into my mouth before getting up from the table. I weave my way through the crowd, trying to give the Hawthornes a large berth, but it's no use. Gale grabs my arm just as I'm about to pass him. "Don't touch me," I spit at him. Gale doesn't let go until I see that Peeta has caught up to me and is now beside me. I don't look at either of them, focusing my stare on the exit behind Gale. "I know what you're thinking," Gale starts and I shoot him an incredulous glare. "Don't give me that look," he states. "I don't want to talk to you," I say, my tone venomous. My blood boils beneath my skin and I clench my fists tightly at my sides. Peeta is wise not to touch me right now. "Why? Because I knew about 13 and didn't tell you? Because I found out he was alive days ago and didn't tell you? Days, Katniss," Gale explains, leaving little room for argument. It doesn't matter if he found out hours ago, he still didn't tell me. He lied to me. Madge steps into view, looking worse for wear. Her face is covered in scratches and she looks extremely guilty, which is more than I can say for the man standing in front of me. "Katniss it's my fault," she says and I turn to her, still scowling. She's never been on the receiving end of one of my looks, I realize, and I see her shrink away from it. "I found out before Gale did. I'm so sorry," she babbles. "I just barged into your house, grabbed Gale and made him leave so I could tell him. I didn't know what to do—" "What are you talking about?" I ask darkly. Barged into my house? Grabbed Gale? Made him leave? Madge blushes and speaks so quickly her words muddle together. "That night…I had to get Gale out of your house because of all the sensors. I needed to do it in a way that wouldn't draw suspicious attention from the Capitol so I kissed him. I felt so bad for not telling you about Peeta, please, even after I wanted to tell you–" The anger from my face melts into confusion as I register what Madge is saying. "You're not…together?" I ask stupidly. It's the least important part of this discussion, obviously, but my stupid mouth works before I can stop it. I had assumed at this point that Gale and Madge were a thing. "No," they both say in unison, as if the mere thought of it is enough to make them vomit. Peeta shifts on his feet beside me and I shake my head a little, trying to clear my mind. "You kissed Gale to make him leave. And to make sure I didn't follow you," I reiterate, finally understanding. Madge nods miserably. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. You were so sad and…and…" she struggles, getting worked up. "And if the Capitol saw a change in you, they'd come knocking," Gale finishes for her. I stand still, feeling the blood rush to my face. They're right. Of course, they're right. But I'm still so hurt that they kept this from me, that they didn't trust me enough to pull it together if I found out. And Peeta … I chance a glance at him to see he's been watching me, eyebrows creased and lined in worry. "I see you've explained our actions to her. I can see the realization kicking in." I turn sharply at the sound of Haymitch's voice, a thousand thoughts running through my head. I want to slap that stupid grin off his face. Out of everyone—everyone in District 12—for some reason it was him I never expected to lie to my face, considering he looked equally as upset when the Quell ended. "You're my mentor," I sputter. "You didn't tell me anything. I came to you and you just sat and…and drank," I babble at Haymitch, before turning to Gale. "And I asked to be a part of things, Gale. Remember?" "Katniss," Peeta says softly, touching my arm but I yank away from him. I'm already worked up. I'm already hurt and embarrassed beyond belief. "No! I wanted to fight, I would have been useful, I—" "It's not as though you were stable, sweetheart," Haymitch whispers harshly, attempting to avoid a scene. "For God's sake, you barely spoke to anyone for months and then three Capitol reporters walk across the kid's lawn and you pull out your bow and arrow and start shooting at them." "What?" Peeta asks quietly, confusion tainting the word. This is obviously the first he's heard of this and Haymitch shoots him a look. My mouth hangs open as I try to find a way to explain myself. I can't, I realize. Gradually, I feel the blood drain from my limbs. Just stop, don't say anymore. Please. "You heard me. The girl completely lost it after the Quell. Had a full-blown mental breakdown—honestly, I'd never seen anything like it. And then yesterday she went momentarily insane on some Capitolites, nearly killed them, therefore causing this damn rescue mission in the first place." I bow my head, humiliated. I can't look at Haymitch. I can't look at Madge or Gale and I definitely cannot look a Peeta. "And she's angry because we didn't treat her like an adult," Haymitch spits. I close my eyes, tears of shame burning behind my lids. "You need to gain some perspective. You know that if there was any hope of the boy being alive your behavior would have changed and Snow would have taken notice." I remember the letter I made Haymitch open a week or so ago. How Snow believed my grief so whole-heartedly that he didn't even feel the need to come to District 12 to rub Peeta's death in my face. Haymitch takes a step towards me and I shrink away from him. "Everything we've been working towards for years would have been ruined. Now I'm sorry that it happened the way it did, really. But I do not regret my decision. We're at war now. Expect some things to change." "Will you please look at me?" I flinch at the sound of Peeta's voice despite the fact that it's no more than a whisper, laced only with concern. I stare at the carpeted floor of Peeta's barracks. I haven't spoken a word since we left Haymitch in the cafeteria. Worse, I've been completely unable to look at Peeta, even as he led me back to his room. How can I? Especially after Haymitch so wonderfully described how appallingly I acted once the Quell ended. Hell, I didn't even wait for the Quell to end, I fell apart the moment Peeta wasn't a part of it anymore. I don't want to see the pity looking back at me when I meet Peeta's gaze. I don't want to see the disappointment. "You must think I'm crazy," I croak, hugging myself around the middle. Peeta takes a step towards me and I move backwards until my back meets the wall. Peeta pauses, thinking, and then doesn't make any further movement. I'm disgusted with myself. "I don't." He says the words so angrily that my head lifts out of shock. There's a fire behind his eyes and steps towards me again. "I am. I'm crazy," I counter. He should know this; he's the one who has to deal with me now. Maybe I am too broken to be repaired. Maybe the Capitol cut my wings a long time ago—made me insane without me knowing—and there's nothing I can do about it anymore. "No, Katniss," Peeta says again, less angry but still as firm as ever. "I don't know what to say for myself," I begin to explain, the words spilling from my mouth before I can stop them. "I thought you were dead and I turned into my mother. And my promise to you—every time I tried to do something I panicked and then ended up on the closet floor. I—" "Be quiet," Peeta says, voice low, but I shake my head. "I failed you, I—" "I said," Peeta whispers, his mouth barely and inch from my own, "be quiet." His lips are on mine before I can even think of a response. Peeta kisses me slowly, resting his hands on my cheeks. Any thought I might have had before now—of the Quell, my behavior after it—dissolves like steam as months of longing hit me with a force so powerful I have to clutch Peeta's shoulders to keep from falling over. Peeta's hand moves to knot itself in my braid and I suck his lower lip between my own, all of a sudden extremely greedy for him. He whimpers gently and presses me against the wall, pinning me there with his hips. Oh, I've missed this. I rake my fingers up his neck and feel him shiver against me before he pulls away, breathless. "We're a mess for each other, aren't we?" he asks, gasping, before his mouth descends upon mine once again, this time much more aggressively. My response is a sigh against him. I am such a mess for him. I guess that's what happens when you survive the Games, though. Things get messy. As always, Peeta and his golden tongue have simplified everything with a simple statement. Peeta moves a hand down my neck, my side, barely grazing my breast, and comes to rest on the small of my back. I pull him closer, trailing one hand down his chest as the other weaves through his too-long hair. He pushes me against the wall harder, pressing his hips against mine, and I run my tongue along the swell of his bottom lip. Peeta groans faintly and then he slips his tongue against mine, coaxing it into his own mouth. My heart hammers against my ribs and I kiss him wildly, until I can't breathe anymore. But when I pull away, searching for air, Peeta surges forward, placing hot, wet kisses down my jaw and along my throat. "Don't ever say you're crazy," he says between kisses. "You're perfect and I love you." I find myself nodding against his ministrations, agreeing with his words. How could I not agree with him when he speaks like this? When he does the things he's doing? I pull away the collar of his shirt and start to press light, careful kisses along the marred skin of his shoulder. Peeta pauses, his breathe hitting the wet skin of my throat and making me break out into goose bumps. I pull away from him. His hair is out of control and his eyes are black—the pupils so wide I can barely see the thin, blue iris. He looks absolutely feral. I think, once again, we might match. In one motion, Peeta lifts me off the ground, hitching my legs over his hips, and stumbles toward his bedroom. In the back of my mind I wonder how the hell he's doing this with all the injuries he's accumulated, but I can't really think of anything other than how his erection feels pressed against the seam of my pants. When he throws us down on his bed, and falls on top of me, I go straight for his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side in one motion. Peeta halts and I see an uncharacteristic cloud of doubt cover his features. His eyes leave mine and move towards his scarred shoulder. My heart sinks for him. "You're perfect and I love you," I whisper, pulling him behind the neck and towards me so I can run my lips along the puckered flesh. Peeta's breath hitches and his hands move slowly down my stomach before reaching the edge of my shirt. I break away from him so he can take it off. My shirt flies behind us, probably landing in the same place as Peeta's, and I sit up on the bed, reaching for the clasp of my bra. By the time Peeta has turned around, I'm exposed. His eyes rack down my body and he doesn't even meet my eyes again before he lowers his face to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth. His hands move up my stomach and to my breasts, caressing them so softly is as if they're barely there at all. He laughs against my skin when I whine in protest, finally cupping them fully. "I missed you," I hiss as he rolls a nipple between his thumb and index finger. I lift my hips against his, rolling them against the strained bulge in his pants. Peeta huffs and I gasp when he pinches me. "The feeling is mutual, believe me," he murmurs, trailing kisses over my chest before capturing one of my nipples in his mouth. I exhale roughly and my fingers weave their way through Peeta's golden hair again, gently urging him on. When his teeth graze my peak, my hips buck off the bed and straight into his. These are the things I wouldn't allow myself to think of when I thought he was gone. These types of memories are the ones that would send me straight into the closet and paralyze me. Peeta lets his body sink fully on top of mine, trapping me under the weight of him. "Thank you for the bread, Peeta," I breathe and he lifts his mouth, glancing up at me. I never did thank him. I told him, that day in the attic, but I never thanked him and it's haunted me every second of every day since I was 11. Why it took me so long to voice is beyond me. "All those years ago—I never thanked you. Even in the attic I never thanked you." Peeta lies heavily on top of my, chest heaving, and he shakes his head, frowning. "I should have gone out in the rain," he murmurs. One of his arms trembles as he leans forward. "I should have—" I cut him off with my mouth, kissing him as deeply as I possible can. He runs his hand over my chest, his thumb catching on my nipple and I gasp again. "No, you saved me," I whisper when I pull away. "I'd do anything for you," he answers immediately. For a moment we just stare at each other. Peeta removes his hand from my chest and cups my cheek, slowly leaning in to kiss me once again. I melt into it. When Peeta moves to the waistband of my pants I almost sigh in relief. The ache between my thighs, familiar and missed dearly, has me grinding against him so hard he's been whimpering uncontrollably into my mouth for some time. I lift my hips off the bed as he removes my pants and my underwear quickly after that. I almost smile, the feeling of being completely naked with him a sensation I can't quite describe. Peeta places a long kiss on my knee from where he kneels below me, and then a soft one on my thigh. I look down to see him appraising me silently. I gesture for him to come up to me but Peeta doesn't move, choosing instead to run his tongue along the inside of my thigh. "Peeta…" I question, trying to clamp my thighs shut, not comfortable with being exposed to him like this, but he opens them further, running a thick finger between my folds. My eyes roll back in my head and I exhale noisily. "Can I try something please?" he whispers hoarsely, idly running his fingers between my legs. My eyes shut close and I nod, eager for him to just continue what he's doing. He spreads me with his fingers and when I feel his hot breath on my skin I stiffen. "What are you—ohh..." I moan so loudly I wouldn't be surprised if they heard me three stories above and below this room. Peeta licks his way slowly along the crease between my legs, before tonguing the bundle of nerves at the apex between my thighs. My body heats quickly and my hands clench in the sheets at my sides. I grit my teeth when he swirls his tongue around and around, making my muscles coil so tightly inside me I have no idea if what I'm experiencing hurts or feels incredible. I lean towards the latter. I moan again and Peeta wraps his lips around me, sucking hard. I release my hands from the sheets and clutch his hair, pulling his mouth closer to me. The stubble on his jaw and chin tickles my thighs and I feel it, the tingling in the legs. My mouth falls slack. Peeta shoves a finger inside me as I come. I'm rendered completely silent as my shoulders arch off the bed and I spasm uncontrollably around his finger. As I come down, Peeta runs his tongue one last time between my legs before placing a short kiss on the inside of my thigh. When I open my eyes, he's grinning up at me, eyes alight. "I'm guessing you liked it?" Peeta questions, sidling up my side and placing another kiss on the side of my sweaty neck. I nod and laugh, out of breath. "Where did you learn that?" I ask incredulously, turning over and forcing him onto his back. "My brothers talk a very detailed game," he explains with a wry smile. My arms and legs feel like jello but I move down his body anyway, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them—along with his boxers—down his legs. His erection springs forward and I work to unfasten his prosthetic as fast as I can. Peeta leans up on his elbows, watching me, smile gone and replaced with a much more satisfying expression: want. When his leg is on the floor I crawl back up to him and grasp his protruding flesh in my hand. Peeta hisses and I wonder how I can make him feel as incredible as he just did for me. I run my palm along the underside of him, thinking. I don't have any experience with that sort of stuff and no older sisters to explain to me what I'm supposed to do. It doesn't matter, though. Peeta was dead and now he's not and I want to hear the sounds he only makes for me. I run my tongue over his tip, looking up at him through my lashes. "Fuck," Peeta mutters, the profanity sending an electric jolt straight through my body. I tighten my grip on his length and wrap my lips around his head, suckling lightly. He twitches in my hands and Peeta releases a series of very heavy breathes. "Katniss," he hisses and I hum around him, trying to suppress my smile. I feel him grasp at my shoulder though, so I release him from my mouth with a gentle 'pop' and look at him, all of a sudden very worried I did the wrong thing. "I won't last, Katniss," he breathes, pulling me towards his face. When our noses touch he speaks again. "It's too good…I just...need to be inside you," he says in a rush before his cheeks color. I nod and bring my mouth down to his. I can taste me on him, a strange bitterness, but it doesn't turn me off, it only spurs me on. Peeta runs his tongue along mine, cupping my ass in one hand in fingering my breast with the other. I moan quietly and pull away, pushing on his chest. My legs rest on either side of his stomach and I stare down at him before I run my fingers down his biceps. His eyes shut as he groans, lifting his naked hips off the bed involuntarily. I slither down further and when I come to the deep scar at his hip, I pause to place an open-mouthed kiss all along the mark. I hover between his legs and Peeta take's himself in his hand, lining himself up with my entrance. When I finally sink down on top of him I hear his grunt resonate off of the walls. His hands move to my hips, steadying me. I place my palms on his chest and watch him as I rock forward. Peeta throws his head back into the pillow and I rock forward again, feeling him sink deeper into me. I groan quietly and close my eyes, grinding and thrusting myself down onto him, relishing in the pressure I feel building inside me. "Open your eyes," Peeta says, strained. I comply and see him push up onto his elbows again, his body shaking with the effort. He throws an arm behind my back and scoots us both farther up the bed so he's in a sitting position, leaning against the headboard. He kisses me on the mouth and rocks forward, continuing where we left off. I knot my fingers in his hair and my face slides against his sweaty cheek. "Ahh—look at me," he almost growls and my eyes shoot to his, which can't be more than a few centimeters from my own. "The last time we did this," he pants, moving his hips up forcefully to meet mine, "I thought I was gonna die." After hearing him say it, I think I might cry. He can never, ever, think that again. I grasp his face in my hands and kiss him forcefully. We falter in our movements as I almost lose my balance over him but he holds my hips steady once more. I don't remove my hands from his face and he holds me with his stare. His thrusts become erratic, making me bounce on top of him as I release tiny, keening noises. It feels too good. When he comes his eyes have never left mine. Peeta's muscles strain beneath me and I run my fingertips over the sweaty skin, soothingly, before he slumps against the pillows, pulling me on top of him. Our breathing is heavy and I feel his heartbeat thrum against the skin of his chest. Exhausted, I slide off of him and nuzzle my face into his neck, flicking my tongue against his hot skin to catch a droplet of sweat. Peeta pulls the covers over us and then throws an arm around me, pulling me flush against his side. "I really just wanted you to know you aren't crazy," he says with a laugh. "Things escalated quickly." I smile, resting my head on his good shoulder and wrapping my arms lazily around his middle. "Yeah well I wasn't necessarily complaining," I respond weakly, closing my eyes. I feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles again. I fall quickly into the twilight space between wakefulness and sleep so when Peeta speaks again it's like a faint whisper. "Katniss?" I hum back something incoherent. "Tomorrow, I don't know what President Coin is going to say, or what she'll ask, if anything," he says quietly, running his arm along my back. "But …" He breathes heavily before speaking again. "I can't be torn away from you again, OK?" I open my eyes and tilt my head off of his shoulder to look at him properly. My features pinch together as I try to figure out why he's so worried all of a sudden. I don't know what this Coin woman has in mind for us but if she thinks she's separating us again she has another thing coming. "We need to stick together," Peeta continues, and it's as if he's read my mind. "As long as we're together, we'll be fine." I rest my chin on his chest and look up into the blue pools that stare down at me. Peeta and I will always survive if we're together, that much is known. Everyone knows it, actually. That's why they tried to rip us apart in our Hunger Games. It's why they tried to rip us apart for the Quell. Because when we are together, we are a force to be reckoned with. "We always cause the most trouble when we're together, don't we?" The smile he gives me in return says more than I would ever be able to. 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 26. Chapter 26 27. Chapter 27 28. Chapter 28 29. Chapter 29 The author would like to thank you for your continued support. Your review has been posted. Fanfiction by JLaLa - Pt 4, Ch 19: Katniss -. but she doesn’t seem upset either. “Already on our way,” Peeta tells her and I put a hand on his thigh.Fan Fiction Romance Fanfiction Katniss And Peeta Everllark The. Peeta comforts me the same way. She is a little saint and I couldn't have had a better daughter. Follow/Fav Either Way. By. It makes sense, I guess, seeing as Madge is the Mayor's daughter. 'Katniss,' Peeta says softly. Either Way Chapter 22, a hunger games fanfic | FanFiction Katniss Everdeen/Finnick Odair; Characters. Theme Set #007. 013. Name: Email: Comment. 4300 characters left. Footer. In shots obtained by Entertainment Weekly, English actor Claflin is seen cuddling up to Jennifer Lawrence's character Katniss, with the pretty brunette looking unimpressed by his advances. Garrett or Oliver Jackson Cohen as Finnick Odair. Oliver also looks like Finnick to me. 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