I still do

Back in September 2020, as I was writing the Epilogue for LIATOTZA, I thought I’d see if @gildedshivers was available to take on a commission. Yanno, to commemorate the end of the fic. I think I might have made my inquiry at just the right time. There was a free slot open! This was the first time I’d ever commissioned anything, and SWEET MERLIN, I am over the moon happy with how it turned out. There are several marvelous versions of this piece, but this one scratched all my itches. It’s so beautiful. The whole commission process was such a pleasure.

She was utterly transfixed.

“If you want to stay with me, then I will make it so you will stay with me.” he said, tautologically.

And to her growing alarm, she felt tension radiate through his body, felt him take a fighting stance.

On this episode of Real Husbands of Storybrooke:

Peeta hasn’t said anything, but she can feel his stare burning into her. Eventually, she glances in his direction. She goes still when she meets his eyes, her breath catching in her throat.

He’s not smiling, but there’s something in his eyes that makes her blood run hot.

After a beat, his eyebrow quirks slightly, and he leans closer to her, arm braced on the table as he loosely clasps his bottle in hand.

“That was quite a performance.”

She hums flippantly, looking away, tracing her fingertip over the papery edge of the label adhered to her bottle. “It was fun. Did you like it?”

This time he smiles, just barely. He doesn’t answer her question directly, and when he speaks, his voice is low, intended only for her ears.

“What are you trying to get up to tonight, Everdeen?” His words are a teasing drawl, but there’s a challenge too. She manages to breathe normally again, despite her blood now thrumming through her veins fast and hard, and she lets her gaze sweep around the bar, as if considering, and shrugs indifferently.

“I’m just keeping my options open,” she says, meeting the playful tone of his voice. With deliberate measure, she drags her eyes back to his and holds his gaze. Challenge met.

“Really, this is my fault?” Peeta asks, and she spins back around to shoot him an incredulous stare.

“Uh, yeah, you’re the one acting weird out there,” she replies, jabbing a finger at the front of the stage. “I’ve been performing like I always do and carrying this show the past few days.”

She turns back around, the sound of his snort following her as he trails her off the stage. “And I suppose you think I should be thanking you for that,” he says dryly. Katniss whirls back on him, her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, actually, especially after the way you used to accuse me of not pulling my weight in this band! Now who’s having to pick up the other’s slack?”

Color stains his cheeks, and he jerks a hand through his hair. “I seem to recall you freezing up before every show in the beginning. I helped you, didn’t I? I wasn’t a sanctimonious asshole about it!”

She folds her arms over her chest, anger making her voice unsteady. “I can’t help you out there if you won’t even look at me, Peeta!”

He opens his mouth to respond but suddenly clamps his lips shut, his eyes focusing over her shoulder. When she turns her head, she realizes everyone backstage is watching them, including Glimmer. 

you can read it on AO3*. thank you so much!

His hair looks SO MUCH better in CF…let me show you one or two pictures…

From this:

To this:

So yes, his hair looks way better in CF…

I don’t hate the first movie though…I really like it…but the hair looks better in CF…

Dude died and still looked good.

It’s seven years after the war and Draco has managed to avoid almost everyone from Hogwarts, living a lonely life on a small island, far away from the wizarding community. But a familiar face in a cafe window capsizes his world into chaos.