Roses and Pearls by HalfHope (thesweetnessofspring)

Rated: E

Description: Peeta Mellark is the sole victor of the Quarter Quell. With District 12 nothing but ash, he rebuilds his life by moving to the Capitol and falling in love with Rosalia Snow, granddaughter to Coriolanus Snow.

Then people Peeta thought long dead kidnap him and Rosalia, including the one person he hates more than anyone: Katniss Everdeen. They say he's been hijacked. They say that he used to love her. Locked away in District 13, Peeta is determined to protect his mind and his fiancée from the rebels. But while imprisoned, videos disprove his memories and his feelings toward Katniss grow confusing. Who can he trust, and what really happened in his past?

@louezem was a huge help in getting this next chapter ready! Thank you so much!

Chapter One | Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Holding Katniss’s hand as we make our way to the mess hall results in a few wrong turns and taking longer than usual to make it to dinner, both of us laughing at our hopelessness. My thoughts are too buzzed with the absolute elation of holding her hand and getting to say to myself that Katniss Everdeen is my girlfriend. I’m her boyfriend. Not to win the Games or protect our families or for a propo. But because it’s something we want. Something we finally both want. 

Although we reluctantly let go of one another’s hand to scoop up our trays of food, when we sit down at the table and greet Delly, she has a smile that’s even more sparkling than usual.

“Did something happen?” she asks. “You both actually seem happy.”

Katniss and I look at each other. We hadn’t talked about how we would handle other people knowing about us. If we’d been normal, I’d never care about people knowing. The propos and the pressure we have complicate things, though.

“Yes,” Katniss says, deciding for us. “We’re together now.”

“You two!” Delly exclaims. “How long have you been hiding this?”

“You’re technically the first person to know,” I say. “And I think Katniss would agree we don’t really want to draw attention to it right now.”

My warning doesn’t stop Delly’s enthusiasm.

*pokes head out from behind a rock* Hi. Hopefully y'all aren't fed up with waiting for me yet. And I am happy to announce... I HAVE A CHAPTER READY! Witchy Wednesdays will resume on Jan 31st and hopefully continue, as long as the muse does not abandon me again. In celebration, a preview!

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“Do you have everything?” Katniss asks for the sixth time in fifteen minutes. Her hand brushing down Peeta’s arm, resting lightly on his wrist as he grips his forearm crutches.

I roll my eyes and wonder why on earth I ever wished for my sister to get a freaking clue.

“I think so,” Peeta says and I scoff.

Fool Me Twice

A modern-day supernatural Everlark fanfic, full of surprises and angst. Who knew you could fall in love with the enemy?

Pairing: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark

Concept: Vampire & Vampire Hunter

Summary: Humans and vampires have been enemies for decades. Katniss Everdeen wanted the infamous vampire hunter in her hometown dead and she would do anything it takes. Her plan backfired and had to flee. Years later, Peeta Mellark is now the one out for blood… But what if he finds out maybe she’s not so evil after all?

Katniss returned home with a few scrapes on her hands and a limp after a hunting session. Usually she had an animal with her, but not this time. She was on a trail with a lot of tree roots that were above ground, took one wrong step and tripped. Once inside, the bow was hung up on a rack and the quiver of arrows were resting against the wall.

“I’m home.” She exclaimed, walking into the living room and leaned into the doorway. Peeta was folding a page in his book and getting up to greet her.

He furrowed her brows, noticing Katniss had no game with her. “No luck?”

She sighs, shaking her head,”I fell. I could always go back out later.”

“Are you alright?” His voice is full of worry as he gently takes her hands into his own, but pulls away as he sees her wince. Katniss turned them over, revealing the small scrapes on them.

Already, the boy was heading to the bathroom for the first aid kit. “No way you’re going back out there, Katniss.”

“But-“

“No.”

Katniss sighs, carefully making her way over to the sofa and sitting down. Why did she even bother to argue? This girl could have a bruise, and Peeta would be worried like this - but that’s the thing she liked about him, he always cared for her. He just never wanted to see her hurt in any way possible.

He returned to the living room and crouched down, placing the first aid kit on the floor. “Do you think you fractured your ankle?” He asks, starting to remove her boot and sock.

“Peeta, I swear I’m fine.”

Her ankle was swollen and not bent at an odd angle, so it must’ve been a sprain - nothing more. He still ended up wrapping it with an elastic bandage so it could reduce the swelling at least. Once the foot injury was dealt with, he sat on the cushion next to Katniss and asked to see her hands. She laid them flat, palm upwards so he could examine. There ended up being splinters, which he carefully took out with a pair of tweezers and disinfected the scrapes then bandaged them up too.

“Didn't know you were a doctor and a baker.” Katniss teased, a smile forming on her face. “But thank you, Peeta.”

“Learned from the best.” He replied, packing away the equipment,”We take care of each other… It’s just what we do.”

“So, doc… What do you suggest now?”

“To rest.” Peeta gestures to her bandaged ankle,”You’re not hunting until that is healed, I’m afraid.”

“Are you saying you’re going to be the one to hunt?” She jokes.

Better Tomorrow

Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Katniss has two problems. 1. Peeta- How does she pay off her debt for the bread? 2. Gale- How can she get him to stop proposing to her? Solution- offer to marry Peeta to help him and pay him for the debt she owes him while getting Gale off her back. Simple, right? WRONG!

Rated M- Marriage Contract. SLOW BURN, Trigger Warning mentions of violence, violence, Non-Consensual Advances, Aggressive Behavior, Assault, Attempted Assault, Bullying, Victim Blaming, Fall Festival, Bed Sharing, Snuggling & Cuddling

Chapter Summary: They have the talk. Trigger there are Mature Scenes in this Chapter.

Happy New Years Eve everyone and to my beta and bestie, @norbertsmom thank you for all that you did this year. You made me smile when my day was going down in flames. I couldn't have survived with out you.

Summary: Mild-mannered student by day, famed thief-turned-hero the Black Cat by night, Katniss Everdeen is juggling taking care of her sister and protecting New York City all while not trying to fail Criminology 101. If that weren’t complicated enough, she’s got a crush on two guys - Spiderman, and the cute nerd she sits next to her in class. What’s a girl to do?  

Unbeta’d, written quickly in the dark under a bridge like the troll I am, etc etc

Rated: M-ish? Kissing n stuff. 

Enjoy! 🕷

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I will never get sick of this. I’m hurtling through the air, as graceful as a ballerina, the alleyway a dark ribbon far below me. Jumping off of buildings used to terrify me. Now, it’s old hat.

I somersault through the air before landing lightly on the rooftop, my black boots barely making a sound on the concrete. 

Spiderman lands just a moment after I do. His toned body is wrapped up in red and blue spandex like a present. Even under the mask, I can tell he’s smiling. 

“Looks like we ruined their night,” he says, jerking his thumb to where we left two thieves webbed on the side of the building across the street. Their obnoxious voices carry across the street.

“Curse you, Spiderman!”

“God, do people really say that?“ I wrinkle my nose although Spiderman can’t see under my mask. “So cliché.”

“Very unoriginal.” He laughs.

“I’m a little offended they’re not cursing me.” Granted, the Black Cat is much newer on the NYC superhero scene, but still. You’d think I’d get some credit.

Spiderman is watching me intently, and I assume he’s admiring my new costume. He’s barely kept his eyes off of it all night. I preen a little. I did a few favors for a tailor in Hell’s Kitchen, and he paid me back with this fitted all-black jumpsuit and matching cat-ear mask.

“Where to next?” I ask. The city is spread out like a maze of twinkling lights below us, and the night is young.

“Looks like this building could use some surveillance,” he says, his voice low.

“What? There’s nothing going -”

Spiderman pushes me up against a wall, his hands all over me. I lift up his mask just above his mouth and he moves mine, just high enough for our lips to touch. He kisses me hard, but I barely notice the bricks digging into my back. 

Yup. He definitely likes the new suit.

Normally I’m the one that pounces on Spiderman after patrol, but today his movements are urgent, like he wants to devour me. I am definitely not complaining. 

His slim hips press into me, making my head get fuzzy. He tastes like sugar and smells like rain. Last week, I was able to make him moan so loud it scared some pigeons. Tonight, I’ll try to make a new record.

I lick the soft skin of his neck and he groans. “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

I bite him, scraping my teeth under his ear. “Ouch, that – ahhh—”

I lift his mask even higher, but he catches my wrist.

Damn.

“Don’t you think it’s time? We’ve been partners for months,” I pout.

He jerks his mask back on and leaps onto the wall above me so he’s well out of reach. 

“Come on, don’t be like that.” I cross my arms.

“Are you ready to reveal your identity?” he shoots back.

“How about you go first and we’ll see.” I twist some of the platinum blonde hair of my wig between my fingers. I always wonder what he would think if he saw my actual hair, which is long and dark. As for what’s behind his mask, it’s driving me crazy not to know.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Cat,” he says flatly.

“Seriously? We were just getting started!” But it’s too late, he’s leapt off of the building and is swinging off into the distance, which is a bit dramatic if you ask me. I sigh.

Maybe he just doesn’t like you.

Insecurity twists in my stomach like a knife. But I push it away. Just because he doesn’t want to reveal his super-secret identity just yet doesn’t mean anything.

I climb my way down into the alley, then head towards the Upper East Side, and home.

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Unfortunately, my commute home is interrupted. Or rather, I interrupt five men attempting to rob a woman in dark side street. I take four of the guys out easy, but without Spiderman to watch my back, one of the morons manages to slice my arm with his pocket knife. I punch him between the eyes a little harder than necessary and he falls to the pavement, which is perhaps an overreaction on my part, but very satisfying.

When the woman is safely on her way with her purse returned, I sprint home until I’m finally climbing in the living room window of the apartment that I share with my sister. 

“Look at you!” Prim is still in her scrubs, sitting on the couch. She eyes the blood dripping from my wound and sets her TV dinner aside. “I’ll go get my kit.”

“I’m fine!” I call after her, and try not to get blood on the carpet as I sink down at the kitchen table.

“You’re not fine,” Prim says. I only yell a little when she douses antiseptic on the wound. Luckily, Prim manages to stitch me up in no time.

“You’re so smart. Why didn’t Buttercup bite you instead of me?”

Prim swats me on the arm. “Buttercup didn’t bite you.”

"Sure he did. The bastard.”

Buttercup, the cat in question, glowers at me from his chair. I don’t remember much about the night I got my powers - just the wet slide of rain on my skin, a dark alleyway, the smell of blood and finally waking up to a this damn tabby meowing at me, as if to say, “you’re late.” He followed me home and hasn’t left since.

“All set.” Prim sets down her needle and fixes me with an evil grin. “So, when are you going to ask out to Spiderman?”

I groan. “Thanks for the stitches, duckie.“ I ruffle her hair and dance past her to my room.

“Come on!” Prim calls, but I shut the door before she can give me the third degree. How can I ask him out when he can’t even trust me? What are we going to do, go on a date to a movie in full costume? I flop onto my bed. It’s tomorrow’s problem. Tonight, I sink gratefully into sleep.

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There’s nothing like New York City in the fall. The crisp air, the Halloween decorations on the stoops, and the store displays of diamonds. Ok, maybe that last one is not quite fall-themed, but I find myself drawn to the window of Tiffany’s where I try not to drool over a diamond necklace. My fingers itch. I’ve never broke into Tiffany’s, but it would be so easy. And don’t I deserve a little treat? Apparently, word has gotten around that I’m working with Spiderman, and now no shortage of freaks are crawling out of the woodwork to take a bite at me. Freaking Vulture of all people tried to take me out today during an early-morning patrol in Central Park, the jerk.

The necklace is so shiny, and princess-cut, which is my favorite.

But no, those days are over. When I got my powers, I promised myself I’d only steal enough to get Prim through med school, and pay for my degree. Those days are over.

With heroic restraint I turn away, and march to class along with a horde of my fellow NYU students. I find a seat in the huge lecture hall, filled with the chatter of students.

I’m just pulling out my notebook when a student beside me speaks.

“There’s something in your hair.”

“What?” I turn to see he’s cute, with intelligent eyes behind glasses.

“There.” He plucks a leaf out of my messy braid. “Have you been getting into fights with plants?” 

No, but Vulture thought it would be funny to throw me into a tree.

“Thanks,” I say. He flashes me a smile. He has a dimple, just one, on his right cheek. It’s adorable.

“Are you a criminology major?”

“Environmental science and French double major.”

He’s eyebrows disappear into his curly hair.

“Are you?” I ask. 

“I’m a computer science major. Just declared it. I was debating between chemistry and computer science for a while.”

My interest is piqued. I haven’t met a lot of computer science majors since they always seem chained to their laptops in the STEM labs. 

“Why does a future software engineer need to take Criminology 101?”

He fiddles with his pen. “Why are you taking this class? It’s not exactly a French major course requirement.” 

I can’t tell him it’s to help support my, uh, extracurriculars. He lets the question hang, and neither of us move to answer.

“What else are you taking?” I finally ask.

“Calculus, physics, Python. Oh, and photography.”

It’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. That’s a lot of classes. “Why photography?”

“I have this internship with The Daily Bugle.”

I make a face. “Ugh, the Bugle is the worst. Always slandering Spiderman for literally no reason.”

I realize too late I’ve probably offended him, but he shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, I tend to agree. But it pays the bills.”

“I’m Katniss.” 

“Peeta.” He shakes my hand, and his bicep flexes under the blue long sleeve shirt that matches his eyes.

I’ll have to ask Spiderman if he knows Peeta. He has some contacts at the Bugle, like his photographer that magically gets all these amazing shots of Spiderman taking down bad guys. I’m beginning to think he takes his own photos and just sends them in to his photographer friend there. 

It looks like Peeta about to say something more but the professor strides in and the lecture begins. I scribble notes but keep getting distracted. Peeta laughs at the professor’s jokes, and each time my heart does this weird little flip. I even catch him staring at me once before he looks away hurriedly.

At the end of the hour, I’m packing my bag when he flashes me a smile.

“Want to grab coffee tomorrow? There’s this cute coffee shop called The Bean–“ 

“In the East Village?” It’s a clean but tiny hole in the wall, and hardly anyone goes there. I know this because Spiderman and I have been a few times to fuel up on caffeine before patrol.

Wait – is this a date? Peeta is smiling crookedly at me. I picture a flash of red and blue and guilt sits heavy in my stomach.

“Um, maybe?”

“Maybe?” Peeta cocks his head. I’m starting to melt under his guileless gaze and nerdy-cute glasses. How can I say no?

“No, I mean – yes. Yes, let’s get coffee.”

Spiderman has made it clear he doesn’t want to share his identity. Which I totally understand. But we can’t have a relationship if we’re always hiding behind a mask.

“Noon tomorrow?” I suggest. This date will be good for me. Even if Spiderman kisses me with the intensity of a fire consuming a house, even if his laugh is like a spring breeze – no. Stop it! 

Peeta nods, swinging his bag gracefully over his shoulder. 

“See you then, Kat.”

I freeze. There’s something in the sound of his voice, or maybe it’s because it’s so close to what Spiderman always calls me, that makes me do a double take.

For the first time since I’ve met him, Peeta is frowning. “Nope, I can see that was a mistake.”

“I prefer Katniss.” I shrug. 

“All right. Katniss.”

I like it when he says my name. A lot. But I don’t show it.

I turn on my heel and hurry out of class.

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It happens suddenly. First the thunder, then the rain. It shatters against the roof and the windows, drowning out all other sounds. Peeta grips the back of his chair and his eyes take on that distant look that tells me he’s been transported back to the darker times, back to the Capitol. I sit still, unsure of what to do, staring at his bowl of lamb stew that now sits on our wooden table untouched as little tremors take over his body. What can I do? I want to go over, to wrap my arms around him, but he’s said before that sometimes he just needs time to himself – so I don’t. After half an hour, I’m about to stand up and go around the table to him when he gets up shakily and says he needs some time to himself. He walks away, mumbling something about water and Johanna and screams.

I sit tense in my seat, my own bowl gone cold, and stare at the rain clattering against the window. Peeta had opened the window earlier in the day, to let in some fresh air. Because I’d refused to go out today. Because it had been too difficult to even get out of bed. Until Peeta had scooped me up in his arms and carried me downstairs half an hour ago, despite my weak protests. He said he’d not gone out of his way to get this lamb stew for it to be wasted. Now the rain drips in through the top opening in the window and pools on the ledge. I’m reminded of the rain dripping in through the cave in the first Games. Huddling against Peeta in the sleeping bag, trying to absorb his own warmth into myself as the cave grew colder around us. My inept attempts at flirting with the good-natured boy with those blue eyes that settled and unsettled me. Those kisses that twisted my insides with something warm.

Before I know it, I’m up and moving. Pushing the chairs away from the table, putting our bowls into the little oven to reheat. I muster up all the strength I can to push the table closer to the sofa that sits a few metres away. Once it’s close enough, I grab the blanket off the sofa, draping it over the back of the sofa and the table, creating a sort of canopy, like the one Peeta made to protect me from the rain in the cave. Peeta’s art books prove to be sturdy enough to weigh down the blanket corners on the table to keep it from slipping off. I then strip the sofa of its cushions and carefully place them under the canopy and the table, creating a soft floor we can sit on. More blankets thrown in on top. The lamps from the kitchen counter and outside in the hallway then make their way into my den, casting a soft glow inside.

I’ve just retrieved the bowls from the oven and placed them inside my little makeshift cave when Peeta comes back into the room. He looks weary, tired. Once he sees me bent down under the blanket, the bowls of steaming lamb stew, his face takes on a quizzical look. “What—” “I thought maybe we needed to… escape to our cave for a little while,” I hold out my hand, inviting him to join me. He raises his eyebrows at me, ruffles his hand through his wavy blonde hair before he crouches down and follows me under the canopy. I snuggle in closer to him, throwing one of the blankets over us, and then another one to make sure Peeta’s legs are covered. I carefully place our bowls on our laps.

They’ll never live down the stunt with the berries. They should probably just accept that. Peeta is rescued from the arena along with Katniss (post-Catching Fire/Mockingjay divergence)

It was all for the Games, she reminds herself. How they acted.

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When the train makes a brief stop for fuel, they're allowed to go outside for some fresh air. There's no longer any need to guard them, and now that they're alone for the first time, away from the cameras and without Haymitch in her ear, Katniss can't think of anything to say.

They walk hand in hand along the tracks. After about 100 yards, Peeta drops her hand and wipes his palms against his slacks. Her fingers flex in his absence. "I figured you could use the break," he says.

She doesn't understand. "From what?" she says, right as he nods toward something past her shoulder. She looks to see Haymitch approaching.

"Great job, you two," he says, keeping his voice low, even now, in the middle of nowhere. "Just keep it up in the district until the cameras are gone. We should be okay."

"That's easy for him to say," Peeta mutters once Haymitch is out of earshot.

Katniss is still watching Haymitch as he boards the train. "He told you?" She asks. She should feel relieved to finally have it out in the open, and she supposes she is, but she can't help feeling guilty for keeping secrets from him.

a lover's desire is mutiny by thesweetnessofspring

A Hunger Games Hadestown-AU.

Rating: T

Once upon a time there was a land scorched and scarred by war. A land of singing hills where a snake betrayed his songbird and a poor boy loved a hungry young girl. This is the tale of their song.

(Listed Alphabetically by Author)

@alliswell21 - Mistaken Gift Swap; Mistletoe Venom

@chele20035 - It’s Maggie’s Fault; Later; A Twisted Christmas

@damndonnergirls - Odin’s Hanging Tree

@dianaflynn22 - Mistletoe And Majoram

@drivebyanon - Snow Storm For A Broken Heart

@everlylark - Home For The Holidays 

@hutchhitched - Whispers Of The Past

@jlalafics - All That I Want (story art piece); Snapshot

@kleeklutch - Christmas’ Return To Panem; Traditions

@knittingkatniss - City Outtake

@lifeisshiny - Dibs

@marry-me-mellark - Silence In The Snow

@mega-aulover - No Room At The Inn

@mtk4fun - Just Like A Hallmark Movie

@norbertsmom - Last Minute Christmas Shopping

@notanislander - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

@superchocovian - Unexpected Holiday

@thegirlfromoverthepond - Wooing Grinch Everdeen

@thesagaciousowl - Christmas Eve (Crazy Girl)

@titania522 - The Mass Of Angels

@whowhatsitwhich - Real

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Thank you for the prompt and your patience @thelettersfromnoone!! From December Prompts by @creativepromptsforwriting

“You came,” Peeta has the door open before she sets foot on the porch. He’s wearing a relieved smile, his hair disheveled in the way it gets when he can’t stop raking his hands through it.

He’d called her at 9 pm in a panic. Three weeks ago his daughter Bree had flipped through a catalog, pointed out a fairy playhouse fort and subsequently placed it at the top of her Christmas list. His nephews had asked Santa for spears and maces, so a glorified tent seemed a reasonable enough request. Or at least it was until Bree informed him that Santa’s elves made their own toys, after he’d asked her opinion on one in the window of a store they passed.

And just like that, his easy purchase had turned into a major pain in the ass. But his daughter's faith in Santa depended on it; what choice did he have.

I guess I’m late to the game. If you’re interested, here are mine from most current and so forth with their summaries and links:

Santa Baby 

“I’m giving you till Christmas Eve to get this all out of your system,” his father told him. 

“Come Christmas, you will marry the South Pole Princess.”

Not if he could help it.

Christmas Eve, he repeated resolutely.

He had till Christmas Eve to find his true love.

Same Old Lang

On Christmas Eve, Peeta Mellark returns to his hometown and the love of his life.

The Holiday

Two women, unlucky in love, decide to swap homes and lives for the holiday season. What happens next is nothing short of a Christmas miracle. Based on the movie of the same name, “The Holiday”. Everlark/Odesta

Snapshot

Peeta Mellark is a player. Three ghosts are about to change that. An Everlark version of “Ghosts of Girlfriends Past” and “A Christmas Carol”.

All That I Want

The sequel to “Falling in Love At a Coffee Shop”, but can be read as a standalone. Two years later, Peeta and Katniss return home for the closing of the infamous coffee shop where they first met.

Falling in Love At a Coffee Shop

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

Hi! Thanks for the ask 😊

While I love my in Panem AU story, Please Don’t Be in Love with Someone Else , it is most definitely The Queen of Everlark for the aesthetic alone and sexy fireplace scenes 😂

Thank you @distractionsfromthefood for the nudge to write this! Inspiration: [not all of it] and [wild onions]

On Ao3

She doesn’t bother knocking (they never do) as she lets herself into Peeta’s home. He's standing at the kitchen sink, unaware of her presence; She pauses in the entryway to admire him; The sunlight glinting off his golden waves. It’s been several months since his return. Between her hunting, his baking, and Haymitch’s eggs, they’ve all put on weight; She could even swear he’s grown a couple inches.

He looks so healthy and beautiful.