mellarkia:

AU: Katniss and Peeta never had to compete in the Games a second time, and became Mentors for District Twelve.

The stage lights make her skin sweat. Even after five years of this, she refuses to become used to it. She thinks perhaps Peeta’s used to it though, with his steady hand in hers and the way he and Caesar have a rapport that quickly becomes the holy grail of television, bouncing off one another effortlessly (and do we hear wedding bells yet, Peeta? Well, I don’t know, can you hear anything under that new wig of yours? Generous applause, screams of laughter). Her mind is somewhere else; behind the curtain where exactly three days ago she’d held a fourteen year old boy in her arms as he’d struggled in his tailored black suit and cried for his mother. He was a Seam boy (he’s lasted a whole seven hours in the arena so far, so Katniss supposes that’s something, at least). He had to do his whole interview with puffy red eyes and she’s so preoccupied that she doesn’t notice Caesar ask her a question until Peeta scuffs the back of her hand with his thumb. It’s a comforting gesture borne from needing to communicate silently all these years. It means come back.

(I think someone’s a little preoccupied with wedding thoughts, don’t you folks!) Please, no. Not yet.

She slumps through the rest of the interview with Peeta’s help. They won’t crawl in to bed (shhh, Katniss it was just a bad dream, I’m here) until the tiny hours of tomorrow. She dreams every night of crying children, silk, and Prim’s name being drawn from a pool of blood.

I look up and find Cinna’s eyes trained on mine. “How despicable we must
seem to you,” he says. Has he seen this in my face or somehow read my thoughts? He’s right, though. The whole rotten lot of them is despicable.

“Why? You like him better,” I say.

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

catching fire → last words

(Source: everlark)

*to the tune of sugar we're goin' down by fall out boy*
katniss: am I more than Snow bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell them anything they want to hear, 'cause that's just who I am these Games
peeta: lie in the mud, next to the stream 'cause I'm dying
haymitch: I'm just a drunk of a mentor, but you're just a piece in their games
cato: drop a threat, break a neck. we're only killing you but we're killing for the wrong team
katniss: we're going down, down in an earlier Games, and Peeta we're going down swinging. I'll be your number one with an arrow; loaded bow complex, shoot it or snare it.
katniss: is this more than they bargained for yet?
seneca: oh, don't mind me I'm watching you two from the Game room, wishing to see the friction in your cave
gale: isn't it messed up, how I'm just dying to be him? I'm just your friend in the forest, but you're just a piece in their games
cato: drop a threat, break a neck. we're only killing you but we're killing for the wrong team
katniss: we're going down, down in an earlier Games, and Peeta we're going down swinging. I'll be your number one with an arrow; loaded bow complex, shoot it or snare it.

Mum (reading The Hunger Games): What happens to Rue? Don't tell me she dies!
Me: *silence*
Mum: Noooooo! She can't die. I love Rue!
Me: I know, but it's kind of a good death. Well, not a good death, but it's one of those deaths that is important and it's treated with a lot of respect. No death is ever good.
Dad: No no no! The only good death was Voldemort!

(Source: vikachoo)

(Source: asheathes)

The world will be watching.

(Source: y0uinspiredme)