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Peeta mellark x reader in the first hunger games and reader actually has SOME common sense (not saying Katniss didn’t I’m sneaking dissing some of the fanfics I’ve seen)

“Peeta you literally have a gash on your leg!”

You practically scream at him (as much as you can without risking anything) when he stands up to help you walk on your ankle that you slightly twisted on the dash into the hideout you two have shared. He simply moves his firm arm from your waist to put his hands up in mock surrender with a laugh to play off his ignorance. You glare.

“Look, I’m fine, but I won’t be if I see your gorgeous body injured anymore-‘m all good right now beautiful..”

He retorts to your protests in that way that he thinks means that’s the end of that. You move away from him slightly so you’re more helping him stand up. A couple minutes later of fighting to support each other, he ends up on top of you out of breath, injured leg nudging yours.

“Babe you know imma win this every time.”

Peeta says distantly as he stares at your lips. You want to give in so bad and have to force yourself to resist.

You and Peeta’s relationship hasn’t really had a label since you got in here together. He saw you getting chased and basically took you in from the natural chaos of everything. Of course there were times like these where you feel like if you didn’t die tomorrow you would end up with him in whatever way that means.

“You have to take care of yourself dumbass.”

What could you do when he leans down and kisses you. Softly, testing. It was so sudden it was like you were falling but your heart was racing.

“This is taking care of myself”

That whisper sends you past lecturing him. You pull him down more on you and kiss him deeper. Both of you were sweaty, your breath could kill a squirrel, and yet you were melting into each other in every way. The kiss deepens and twists into something you haven’t felt before. Something that makes you dig your fingers into his skin like you could die.

A snap is what pulls you out of it. The snap of a branch and it’s not like you can blame it on an animal and keep going. He peels off of you and you hear footsteps approaching. With a sigh, Peeta gets up and offer you a hand. As you stand he briefly pulls you close:

“This isn’t over”

With that you’re jogging away from whoever is coming, he’s right behind you and briefly puts his hand on your lower back in a way that isnt ignorant to the fact that both of you could die at any moment.

After running as much felt right, you felt more grounded to the situation that you’re in. More that you know how crucial it is to stay focused. You don’t talk to Peeta for a couple hours. At one point he just stares at you, for what feels like forever. You don’t know what to do. Most of all you can’t believe you pulled something like that in a place and time like this.

“Come on don’t be like that…”

he breaks the silence first.

“Like what? This is the Games! The Hunger Games?”

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You walk away and make sure he’s not following. You don’t know where you’ll go. You don’t know what you’re doing. You’ll probably die. But that’s what you’re supposed to do.

It’s been 2 days, you don’t know if Peeta is dead or alive, and honestly you don’t know which one you are either. You haven’t heard a cannon or anything announcing any deaths but at the same time they don’t always go off. You just need to win this. You need to survive. You’ve got about an hour of daylight so you go into your makeshift hideout that is literally a 5 foot deep hole that you cover with shrubs on wood. The hole can fit you sitting down and that’s it. You sleep and wait the night out. By morning you’re alive.

During your scavenge for food and water the daily tributes memorial shows up. This time you watch as it goes through everyone. Peeta is still alive, and so are you. The only issue is that you’re the last 2 alive.

You know that capital is probably eating this up, the drama of two kids who did something stupid and now you have to kill each other to only have one victor.

You’re so disassociated you don’t even notice Peeta right behind you, just watching.

“You know ‘m not gonna kill you”

You jump. Was this seriously the end of the hunger games. You kill your friend because he lets you? You couldn’t live with that.

“I’m not gonna kill you either, Peeta”

You know one of you has to. It’s just the moral of the game. The plot of the story. You zone back out of whatever is going on to a memory. Wind chimes, sun sweat, wild grass that hasn’t been cut. A small smile forms on your face.

“Then I’ll kill myself.”

You snap back to him, staring in your eyes. He’s serious. He’s so serious. Like he’s clutching the knife in his hand serious. Every thought is how on Earth you would be able to get out of here both alive. You definitely weren’t gonna just kill yourself. You know this is what you have to do.

Your knife is on his throat and he just stands there looking at you. You cut just a little bit before a voice comes in as an announcement:

“Your winners of the 74th Hunger Games”

You drop the knife instantly. You hold him tight.

Everything that happens after that is just a blur, all you remember is getting interviewed by the game maker on the ship and Peeta just staring at you. If you were being honest with yourself, you couldn’t even think about romance right now. You just survived one of the hardest things to survive, and it felt like you could finally breathe.

Once you get back to the capital, you take the longest shower ever and step out to see Peeta with only sweatpants on and wet hair. They only let the victor have one room and they aren’t allowed to leave or do anything outside of the room. Suddenly you are thinking of romance.

“Is it still wrong that I need you just like I did in the arena?”

Peeta whispers as he walks closer, until he’s inches away from you.

“We just won the Games, give me a minute Peeta.” you tease.

“I can’t do a minute I was barely holding on there. I was going crazy thinking about if you were safe, about what I couldn’t do for you. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t even focus on much else.”

You still don’t know what to do. He does though. He intertwines your fingers with his, he kisses you soft like he did the first time, then it’s deep. It’s messed up just like you are after the Games. You can feel it on his body that he’s just gotten a control on something.

After a long while you’re on the bed. His kisses feel like heaven and you’re getting all of them everywhere. He’s the one that pulls away.

“How does it feel kissing a victor baby?” He teases

“I don’t know, what does it feel like” you laugh

You lift your head to kiss his cheek. He laughs and lays on top of you, letting you feel his weight all over you. His free hand plays with your hair. You stay like this for a while, just staring at each other, laying on clean sheets. It’s safe, safer than you ever were.

You couldn’t pinpoint the moment that you fell asleep. All you know is that it was the best you’ve had in forever.

Guitarist! Leon Kennedy x Reader

Tags: fluff, Leon is sexy, first fic, no smut, if I make this into a series trust there will be, kinda vanilla, kinda boring (for now)

THERE WILL BE AN ACTUAL PLOT IF I DO A SERIES

Why is it always Monday’s that drag on. Why not the Saturday nights that are spent with Leon at whatever gig he has that week.

You and Leon Kennedy been dating for the past year but it feels like you’ve known him your whole life just by the way he plays his guitar. Each riff calling out to you as you sway in the pit, pretending just to be a random fan of his. The people by you point out that he’s staring at you, which instantly darts you back to when you weren’t dating and you weren’t doing the bit with him. You’ve been doing this for a while since his band got more popular, most times it’s fun, like an inside joke.

Before the show you were in his hotel room after a date and he extends a bag to you. Within it is a dress that you swear you almost bought 3 months ago but didn’t because it was unnecessary and too expensive. He stares at you before standing up and holding the dress up to you.

“I got this mostly for myself, but I guess you could wear it.”

Leon mutters with a small smirk if you squint as he hands you the dress, immediately making you imagine him in the dress which now has you compressing a laugh as he glares at you. As your face turns red you try to think of something to say, hopefully to get you out of this alive.

“It’s nothing.” you say before he can ask “I was just thinking about…”

You try to think of something quick but before you can he’s already walking to the bed and picking up a pillow.

“You have 5 seconds gorgeous.”

The timer in the shape of a chicken appears in your head as you think of something reasonable to say. You thought of something in the nick of time but before it could come out you were imagining him bossing you around with the dress on once again and it completely sends you over the edge.

A face full of pillow suddenly hits you before you could reorient. You were about to hit him back, and then his manager knocks on his door, which makes you look in that direction, telling him it’s time to get to the venue. You look back and he’s staring at you.

“This isn’t over..” you try to say coolly, but it comes out more Facebook mom.

“Well we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Leon mocks.

Finally, you’re at the venue in the new dress with his your jacket. Leon was matching his band: dress shirt, black pants, belt. It was a lame outfit save for the sleeves rolled up perfectly. You made note of that.

PRESENT:

A couple drinks later and the set was near over, you were getting tired anyways and the only thing on your mind was that hotel bed and Leon’s bicep. You finished the night with a Diet Coke and a new girls instagram. You made your way backstage and made another note of Leon’s veins after playing for a while. You’ve made these notes before, but just like these games, it’s so fun to relive them.

After the last song you kiss Leon a little longer than you should and make your way to his car. Small talk was made and smiles were given. Halfway through the ride you play Lana and of course Brooklyn Baby comes on first, so of course you have to sing the lyrics. Leon smiles and shuts up with his hand on your thigh, he knows not to mess with your singing time. For the millionth time since you’ve been together, you feel at peace with your boyfriend in a band.

Pt. 2? I have plot ideas I promise