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OKAY YES!! several people asked me in the tags but I wanted an ask to answer so thank you nonny ❤️
Anyway, here are my thoughts:
I started thinking about this because it's approaching Halloween season. I was like "would he be a werewolf? A vampire? A ghost?" And then I had my genius epiphany. NO. He would NOT be any of those things. You know what he is? He's a fucking Frankenstein. (Nobody better get on me about "Frankenstein is the scientist" I will BLOCK YOU)
The whole thing of Frankenstein is feeling rejected by your creator. Feeling unwanted. Feeling like a burden, a mistake, a stupid creature. Who feels like that? Our boy Peeta
To make up for people always ignoring/ forgetting he's disabled, I have decided to make him more disabled. So not only does he have a missing leg, but he also has severe chronic pain.
I think for the purposes of this story, he was created by Dr. Gaul. For no other reason than she seems like the type to do that tbh. But! At the time the story takes place, she is long dead, kind of like in Edward Scissorhands.
So Peeta sort of has free reign over this castle, but he was conditioned into submission for so long that he stays in his old habits, like sleeping in a closet in the basement.
Also because of how big he is, he was essentially trained to fear pain instead of retaliating. Otherwise, he definitely could have snapped Gaul in half and run away.
He did try to run away! And his leg was taken away as punishment.
Anyway, on to how he meets Katniss.
He can't stay in the castle forever, and so will venture out into the woods. He'll catch things like rats and eat them raw, since his food has long run out. He does feel bad about it though.
So one rainy day he's in the woods, and so is a beautiful young huntress. But she slips on some rocks and hits her head! (Or falls from a slippery tree, whichever you prefer) And he rescues her. Takes her back to the castle, tries to help her but doesn't really know how, so he just kind of sits there until she wakes up
And when she does. Well. Obviously she is very freaked out. Starts throwing things at this huge intimidating guy in a strange castle. But instead of fighting back, he gets upset and covers his head
So like, she soon realizes that this dude is incapable of hurting a fly. He's just very fucked up
But anyway, that's really all I have. Obviously they fall in love. She teaches him more things about the world. He quickly gets attached to her, feeling things he's never felt before. Then there's the question if his feelings are even real, if he's even real, etcetera.
They're just really sweet. And he's just a gentle giant. And I love it.
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When Harry Met Sally AU (Everlark)
Author’s Note: Just a little somethin’ somethin.’ So, I was watching the movie When Harry Met Sally earlier, and I thought it’d be fun to Everlark it. However, considering I’ve neither the time nor energy to add another WIP to the agenda (but was inspired), I’ll just be including a few quick snippets I wrote, which are basically scenes/bits of dialogue from the movie, but Everlarked. Don’t get mad at me, but there will be mentions of K and P dating various other THG characters in this as Harry and Sally dated other people in the movie, and quite a bit, at least from what I’ve seen from watching half of it. I couldn’t decide between Gale and Finnick in one scene, so if I do ever post this on AO3 that could change. Just for kicks, you know. The ages could change as well. Also, this movie has been Everlarked twice that I know of, though the stories appear to be unfinished. Check out “When Katniss Met Peeta,” same title, two different stories by jenebra (on fanfiction.net) and Alliswell (on AO3).
Age 19
“I heard you had a dark side,” said Katniss, her hands firmly gripping the wheel. Peeta smirked.
“I do. Sometimes I lie awake at night and I see things in my head.” He turned to stare at the side of her head and said in a low, ominous voice, “Scary things.”
Katniss glimpsed him out of the corner of her eye. “Scary things, huh?” She subtly rolled her eyes. “Why would you want to imagine scary things before going to sleep?”
“‘Want’ is not the key word here, Katniss. Sometimes you just do. You go off in your head, and you think what if I died in my sleep, what if...” He trailed off, seemingly lost in his own thoughts now.
Katniss nodded and said “Oh” in a dismissive fashion; she had no interest in continuing with this particular conversation, nor analyzing the workings of his obviously twisted mind.
Unfortunately, Peeta came to and kept going. “What do you do when you can’t sleep?” he asked.
Why was he asking her this? She didn’t want to answer his questions. If this was the way it was going to be the entire drive…
Katniss softly sighed. “Well…” She thought for a long moment. “I used to climb in bed with my sister… Now, I hum a little song that my father used to sing to me, and it puts me right out.” She stared out ahead at the road. When she finally looked over at Peeta, he was grinning at her.
“What?”
“You’re a happy, positive person, aren’t you?” he asked.
He had no idea.
“I guess so,” she partly lied. He didn’t need to know that although she seemed positive, it was all an act. He also didn’t need to know that she’d struggled with nightmares for years, nor that she’d only recently found her voice again, nor that the song her father used to sing to her was about a man being hanged...
“So, tell me about you, then.” Peeta leaned against the armrest of the center console, resting his cheek against his fist. “Tell me your life story. We do have plenty of time, after all.”
Katniss sniffed. “My life story? Oh, well, that’ll be over before the next exit.”
She hadn’t done anything.
“Really?”
“Yeah, there’s not much to it.”
“Sure there is; you just don’t want to tell me.”
Katniss stared out straight.
He was right.
“Okay, I’ll tell you what, we’ll start simple. What’s your favorite color?”
Her head snapped toward him. “Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“Green,” she said, facing ahead again. “What’s yours?”
“Orange.”
“Like those construction signs over there.” She motioned off to the side of the highway.
Damn construction.
“Not quite that orange.” Peeta laughed. “More muted. More like a sunset.”
“Ah.” The corners of her lips curved. “Now who’s the positive person? What happened to your dark side?”
“Guess it comes and goes,” snarked Peeta.
“Right.” Katniss’s nose wrinkled up. “So, are we done now?” she asked, glancing over.
“Not even close,” he said, and he gave her a little wink.
***
Two hours in and Peeta’s blue eyes were boring into the side of her face again. She could feel it. And it was making her cheeks heat up. Why did he have to keep staring at her? Maybe she should make him drive. Then she could stare at him and see how he liked it! He’d probably just make some stupid joke. Or, better yet, she could pretend to sleep, so she didn’t have to look at or talk to him...
She took a sip of her coffee, hoping to break the tension.
“You know, you’re very attractive,” he said in that self-assured way of his she found so annoying.
“What?” Katniss nearly choked on her coffee. What.the.fuck? He just tossed that out so casually? And when he was dating someone! She sputtered a few times, then cleared her throat. “I am not.”
“Oh, you are so.” He grinned over at her. “Madge failed to mention how attractive you are.”
Yeah, well, she also failed to mention how annoying you are, thought Katniss. But she didn’t say that.
“Am not,” she reiterated as coolly as she could, haphazardly fidgeting with the end of her braid while she drove one-handed. “And even if you think I am‒”
“I don’t think; it was a statement of fact.”
This guy.
“As I was saying,” Katniss huffed, her cheeks lightly flushed, “even if you think so, you shouldn’t be saying that. You’re dating my best friend. Remember your girlfriend, Madge?” She scowled over at him, and the corners of Peeta’s lips twitched.
How dare he? What a jackass!
“Of course, I remember her. And I know I am. That doesn’t mean I can’t find another woman attractive.”
Katniss said nothing.
“I’m surprised you even notice other women,” Katniss spoke up again, recalling Peeta’s sickening goodbye to Madge. It made her want to gag, “what with the way you were trying to suck Madge’s face off.”
Peeta just chuckled and looked out the passenger window. He was refreshingly silent for a couple minutes.
And then, out of the blue, “I guess this means we can’t be friends,” he said offhandedly.
Katniss’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” Not that she wanted to be friends with him, but she was curious to know where he was going with this.
“Hetero guys and girls can’t be friends.”
“And why is that?” she asked pointedly.
“Because the guy will always be thinking about how he wants to sleep with the girl.”
Katniss scoffed. “Well, what if she doesn’t like him?”
“Doesn’t matter. He’ll still want to. And it’ll…complicate things.”
“So, what if he finds her unattractive? Can they be friends then?”
Peeta pursed his lips, thinking a moment. “Nah, not even then. Because he’ll still be willing to give it a shot. And even if the girl isn’t into guys, he’ll wish she was, and he’ll secretly harbor hope that she’ll change her mind or,” Peeta shrugged, “try him on for size.”
Ugh.
Where was this guy getting this garbage?!
Katniss couldn’t believe she was stuck in a car for 18 hours with this guy. This was going to be hell. No, Katniss had been through hell before. This was gonna be worse.
“Well, it’s just too bad we can’t be friends, Peeta,” said Katniss, deciding to stick it to him a little. “Because as far as I know, I’m the only one you know in New York City, and if I was your friend, you could use my services.”
“Your services?” Peeta raised a brow, his eyes twinkling, and she just knew what the bastard must be thinking.
“Yeah,” she said haughtily, “I’m a hell of a fix-it person.”
***
Six Hours Later...
“Because you’ve never had great sex.”
Katniss scoffed. “Ugh, I’ve had great sex!” she screeched a bit too loudly. Everyone in the diner stopped to look at her. She stared at the ground a moment, then walked on nonchalantly and dropped into a corner booth.
Peeta, now seated across from her, was smiling at her. “Fine, then who did you have great sex with?”
“None of your business,” she snarled.
“Fine. I don’t really want to know anyway,” Peeta dismissed. He picked up his menu and held it up in front of his face, perusing. He even scrunched down in his seat so that she could only see the top of his blond mop. How childish.
“Darius Peace,” she blurted out, drumming her stubby nails on her unopened menu.
Peeta peeked up at her over the top of his menu. “You did not have great sex with a guy named Darius.”
“I did so,” she protested, though she petered out at the end.
Damn him. Damn his perfect hair. Damn his sky blue eyes. Damn his muscular chest. And most of all, damn his smug attitude.
***
Age 25
“Kissing in the airport. Well, well, well…” Peeta clacked his tongue. “I didn’t peg you for a PDA kinda girl.”
“Yeah, well, I guess Gale brings it out of me.”
Peeta rolled his eyes and dropped his head back against the plane seat. It made a light thump and jarred the seat.
Ugh. Just her luck he was on the same flight as her, and in the row behind her, and that some damn ‘considerate’ guy had offered to trade seats with them, to which Peeta had agreed before she could stop him. She couldn’t believe he even remembered her...
***
Age 28
“How was your date?” she asked.
“Awful!” Peeta lamented. “I mean, she was sweet and all, but…really, really weird. She took me to this paint studio for one of those wine and painting nights, you know…”
“Well, that sounds up your alley; you love painting. What went wrong?”
“Well, so, we were painting and drinking side-by-side, you know, and I guess I said something sweet to her because she turned and smiled at me, and then…”
“And then...? What?” Katniss was on the edge of her seat now. Peeta had such a way with words; he always made his bad date stories, any stories, really, sound so entertaining.
“Well, she swirled two fingers around in the red paint-”
“Her fingers!” Katniss interrupted, then shushed herself.
“Yes, fingers. Then she reached up and painted a flower on my cheek.”
“No! On your cheek?! What the‒? What happened to the canvas?”
“I know, right. There’s a canvas directly in front of the woman, and she’s painting my skin.”
Katniss snorted a little, and she noticed the amused glint in Peeta’s eye.
“So, what did you do?” she asked.
“What could I do, other than tell her it looked beautiful, then make up an excuse and get the hell out of there?!”
Katniss laughed. “You didn’t even take her home?”
“Ohh, I did. Yeah. I am a gentleman, after all.”
***
“Hey, thanks for helping me re-furnish my apartment, Kat.”
“You’re welcome.” Katniss smiled brightly at her best friend as she unrolled his new area rug, which was cream-colored with vibrant patches of spring hues scattered throughout. She’d thought it would really brighten up his loft, and she could already tell that she was right.
And she was right about another thing, too. Somewhere along the line, they’d become not just friends, but best friends, and sometimes she wanted to throw that whole ‘guys and girls can’t be friends’ comment back in his face.
Suck it, Peeta, she’d tell him. See, we can be friends! We’re doing just fine!
“You’re the best.” Peeta beamed at her, and Katniss felt suddenly warm all over. There was something about these simple little moments between them that just felt so…safe, so right.
They decided the rug needed to lay the opposite direction, so they switched it around. There was a moment of companionable silence between them as they flattened out the bumpy parts.
“So, how are you doing?” she finally asked, growing somber. She’d been stalling on asking.
“How am I doing?” Peeta repeated her question. “Oh, I’m doing…” He pressed his lips together, then sucked in a breath. “Better,” he breathed out. And he plopped down on the rug and folded his legs up like a little kid at circle time. Katniss moved to sit in front of him and likewise, folded her legs.
“I mean, I still miss Dells a lot,” he went on, “but having you to talk to and hang with has been a real godsend.” He reached out, then, to tuck back a lock of hair behind her ear. “Thank you, friend.”
Katniss smiled. “You’re welcome, friend.”
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Trick or treat 🎃🧙🏻♀️
If you feel like a prompt: Katniss and Peeta both massively crushing on each other during Halloween, and they’re both clueless that the other one feels the same way
This prompt was so good I kinda ended up writing 4k words on it...oops. Since it's so long I've posted it onto ao3 first, but I've included a little intro after your Halloween song!
(Not a) Couples Costume by thesweetnessofspring
Rated: M
“This is…surprisingly a good costume,” Katniss said as she looked at the picture of a plastic smile model with a Princess Leia costume up against the vinyl bag. When Johanna said she had a costume for Katniss to wear to Delly’s party tonight, Katniss had assumed there would be less of it. Slave-Leia instead of A New Hope -Leia.
“Just avoid the obnoxious Star Wars fanboys,” Johanna warned. “Unless you enjoy three hours of regurgitated Twitter discourse.”
People wanting long conversations with her had never been a problem for Katniss, so she figured the costume would be safe. Katniss moved into the bathroom to change and Johanna scoffed, “You can’t even strip in front of your oldest friend, how are you ever going to lose your virginity?”
“Shut up Jo!” Katniss shouted from behind the bathroom door. She’s only eighteen and less than six months out of high school. It’s not weird she hadn’t let some random guy from her job at the pool over summer near her vagina. Her RN mother had been sure to lay out all the risks with being sexually active and prep her with two forms of birth control since she was sixteen. And she was secure in her decision to be selective about what she let inside or near her body.
Of course, that didn’t mean…after a few dates at least…
Oh hell, who was she kidding? There was a guy and maybe Katniss wouldn’t be ready for everything yet, but during Professor Wiress’s lectures she’d wondered more than once what it would feel like to have his hand between her legs.
Katniss observed in her underwear-clad form in the mirror. She might have small breasts and narrow hips, but she’d never been worried about her appearance before. No, unfortunately, Katniss knew the real reason this guy would never want to see her naked was because of how odd and unsociable she’d always been. It hadn’t bothered her brief summer fling or her equally unsocial ex-boyfriend, but Peeta Mellark was different.
They’d been in the same year growing up, but while Katniss skirted to the edges, avoiding any sports or clubs, Peeta’s been at the center of them all: football, wrestling, student body treasurer, art club, Key Club. She’d notice him observing her sometimes, though she noted it probably had to do with him pitying her.
They shouldn’t have ever interacted, even. Peeta had been recruited to play football across the country on a scholarship and Katniss planned on taking community college classes while she figured out the next steps. But then Peeta broke his leg the last game of the season, lost his scholarship, and wound up in the same biology class as Katniss at the end of August.
That alone hadn’t been a guarantee they’d ever speak, and Katniss knew Peeta would have continued to not notice her if Professor Wiress hadn’t instructed them to make groups of four for their experiments and projects. Johanna was one of Katniss’s few friends, and she’d started dating Delly over the summer, who was Peeta’s friend. That’s how they’d all ended up in an odd collection of two sapphics, an All-American boy in the twenty-first century, and the girl who never knew what to say to anyone.
Katniss velcroed the collar of the long white Princess Leia dress around her neck and took a deep breath. There’s no need for her stomach to feel like a whirlwind of leaves across the sidewalk. She reminded herself again that it was biological. She was in her prime childbearing years according to her body (though she swore it’d be at least ten years before popping out any of her own) and the procreative imperative was strong. She’d be a fool not to recognize Peeta as an ideal mating partner. Yes, he was handsome and strong, but he was also incredibly giving and kind and creative and could create social connections where Katniss was only met with silence. She could, she would , crush this crush into nothing. She had to when she had nothing to offer to Peeta in exchange that any other girl didn’t have herself.
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