I Love You Like All Fire

Thanks @zenkor123 for the tag! Here’s a snippet from a future chapter of Irrecoverable — part 2 of Inevitable. New ch posts tomorrow :)

Humbly tagging @stupidgayhobbit @peaonfire @whenyoureplayings0litaire @ship-andthe-globe

Peeta if it weren’t for the baby Mellark 🧡

Part 3 of Everlark Text Posts

Katniss: Not really.

Katniss admits to lying because she was on a mission for revenge. Peeta responds by telling her she still doesn’t understand the effect she has, and that people followed her because they believed in her.

Gale’s comment about how Katniss will only pick the person she can’t survive without has sparked a lot of discussion. While this is technically true, based on Gale’s speech patterns, he most likely meant it in the most literal sense, since he doesn’t tend to use metaphorical language. Either way, it’s not a great image of Katniss to be presenting to Peeta who just stays quiet.

Katniss votes yes for the Games. Peeta is already emotional when he hears the proposal, and he’s described as furious immediately after she votes—but none of that anger is directed at her. Instead, he channels all of that fury into trying to convince Haymitch not to vote yes.

Katniss kills an unarmed woman who was not the person she was supposed to kill. Peeta instantly understands what she’s going to do next and moves to protect her. Even when she draws blood from him, he’s still preoccupied with taking care of her.

they saw snow across the bar and absolute HATE his vibe

CHAPTER ONE NOW UP ON AO3

For an agonizing few seconds, we silently stand watching each other, the pressure of unsaid words hanging between us. The ghost of us, what we could have been, had I made a different decision by those train tracks, pulses around us. Sometimes, I ask myself if I made the right choice that day. It’s times like these where I almost come up with a different answer.

IRRECOVERABLE is Pt. 2 of INEVITABLE

Hijacked, tortured, bitter, and full of rage, Peeta Mellark was hurled back in time, determined to be the sole victor of the 74th Hunger Games. But no matter how hard he tried to fight it, he fell in love with the Girl on Fire all over again. Maybe he never stoped. And this time, Katniss wasn’t the only one who caught President Snow’s attention.

With the second Quarter Quell approaching, Peeta must now use his fuzzy knowledge of the future to help the looming rebellion, warn District Twelve of the firebombs, and prepare to enter yet another arena. All while trying to ignore the tug in his chest always drawing him back to her.

Thank you @honey-kyun and @stupidgayhobbit for the tag! Here is something from my Inevitable series. First chapter will be posted this Friday!

“Alright, do me a favor. Picture a loved one. A family, a friend, anyone. Don’t tell me their name, just picture them in your head. Someone you love unconditionally,” Portia says through the phone.

My mind conjures a few faces, but my eyes glance toward the kitchen on their own, and her face is the one that lingers the longest.

“Have them?”

Katniss is studying the chives and fennel I left out for a recipe I was planning on making this morning. She smells each one before carefully setting it down, and I’m hurled back to the Training Center all those months ago. “Yeah, I do.”

“Okay. Now imagine they went through the same thing you did.” I nearly snort into the phone. I don’t have to imagine that. As if somehow reading my mind, she adds, “I don’t just mean the Games, but everything after them too.”

My amusement dies when I picture Katniss in my place. Thrust back in time to relive the Games all over again. Then to come home, burdened with the knowledge of all the horrors to come but unable to tell anyone, much less warn them. Her family leaving her alone in a big, empty house, plagued by constant flashbacks as well as nightmares, and the ever-present pain from a missing limb. All at once, this thought exercise becomes unbearable.

“Okay,” I say. My voice sounds small, feeble, on the brink of shattering.

“Would you tell them the same thing you tell yourself every day? Or would you show them kindness?”

“Okay,” I repeat, understanding her point.