#endlessnightlock

My dear @endlessnightlock requested vamp!Katniss via my Buy Me a Coffee Cheese Bun and well. What a request! Ah, my sweet 15, when I was obsessed with vampires… 😏

a little something for the Epilogue and Wedding Night!

A post credits scene perhaps..

someday I will stop re-drawing Peeta and his pig, but it is not this day

A New Path by @endlessnightlock

Thank you for sharing your story 💕🐖

"Your hands are too cold, I'll warm them up."

Hahahahahah would I even be me at this point if I didn’t let this sit in my inbox far too long before finally writing it? 🥲😅. Thank you for this prompt, I very much enjoyed writing it! It may not be my best work and it’s rather short — for once a definite drabble, not oneshot — but I had a good time writing it and I hope anyone reading it like this little piece of post-canon Everlark 🥰😘.

Also forgive me for slightly rephrasing the prompt 😬. Had to adjust it so it flowed better in context.

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I hurry to slam the door shut behind me, a desperate attempt to keep the snowflakes outside from blowing into the back room of the bakery. My feet try to kick all the slush off the bottom of my boots before I decide it’s a lost cause, seeing as I already tracked snow into the business by walking through the door.

“Someone here?” Peeta calls nonchalantly from his place seated behind the counter, not disturbed in the slightest by the cacophony I just made upon entering.

“Yeah,” I say, giving him a sardonic look as I come up behind him, peering over his shoulder at the inventory list he’s currently mulling over. “Your fiancé is here.”

He chuckles happily at the name, at the reminder of our new change in status. “My fiancé is here,” he repeats and immediately sets the book aside to turn and tug me into his arms.

I go willing, situating myself upon his lap. Partially because his embrace is always inviting to me. And partially because I’m absolutely freezing after my walk here from the woods, with the chilling breeze and the snow still coming down hard outside.

I’ve found over the last few years that I hate the snow. That I completely despise the freezing cold weather, the slippery ice it masks beneath it’s coat, the yellowish brown color it quickly turns after enough people tramp over it.

And of course, I’d be lying if I said my dislike for the snow didn’t stem in large part from it’s name. From the deceased president it shares it’s moniker with.

Almost as a way to distract myself from thinking of President Snow and his puffy lips and bloody scent, I abruptly press my hands to Peeta’s unsuspecting cheeks, the way I know he absolutely loathes.

Only for once he doesn’t crane his neck and move out of reach nor does he bat my hands away. Instead he grabs one in his steady hold, bringing it up to his mouth slowly.

My brow furrows in confusion but I don’t make any attempts to stop him. Something in his eyes holds me silently in place.

His lips softly press to my hand, kissing each of my fingers individually, moving slowly from one to the next. “What’re you doing?” I gently murmur as he sets one hand down and picks up the other, bringing it to his lips as well.

“Your hands are cold,” he says simply, his blue eyes warm and sincere. “I’m warming them up.”

I can’t help the smile that splays across my face now, as he kisses each one of my fingers again, his mouth warming my digits one by one instantly.

But of course, my hands aren’t the only thing he’s warmed up now.

As soon as he sets my hand down, still keeping it enclosed tightly in his, I lean down and press my lips to his.

And he laughs into my mouth quietly, knowing me through and through, knowing my intentions just by the feel of my kiss. He returns my kiss for a moment before pulling back and tapping my backside, signaling for me to stand up off his lap. “Let me close the curtains and put up the closed sign before we accidentally give our neighbors a show.”

“Again,” I add dryly after a beat, as he’s making sure the front door is securely latched and bolted this time.

He lifts me straight up into his arms as soon as the bakery is definitively locked up, pressing his lips directly to my jugular, suckling on the soft skin there, giving my pulse point special attention for a long moment before moving down lower.

“You’re so good at that,” I whisper absentmindedly as I feel his kiss on my collarbone.

His response is almost automatic, his gaze peering up to meet mine, blue bleeding into gray. “I always try to make sure my fiancé is warmed up.”

I roll my eyes at his corny joke but his mouth returns to my chest before I can respond, and suddenly every word bouncing around inside in my head gets lost in translation.

Author: @endlessnightlock​

Prompt: Canon-Divergent/ In Panem D12 “I waited for you” Peeta said but she didn´t reply so he kept talking “under the rain, Katniss. I waited for you, under the rain... why would you not show up?” “I can’t do this anymore, Peeta” “I thought you were braver!” he yelled at her looking for a reaction, something that will give him some hope. He could feel tears threatening to run down his face, but she didn’t answer and he ran away and slammed the door behind him. [submitted by @alwayseverlark​]

Rating:  T (for now?) for language and mention of nudity

Author’s Note: @alwayseverlark​ I made a few tweaks to your prompt, hope you don’t mind! This is probably the first of two parts to this story. I ran out of time to finish it but look for a conclusion soon. Word count: 1,035 words __________________

It’s tomorrow. You know, worst day in the Christian world to have a birthday? Yeah that day, lol. Thanks for the birthday wishes, my friend!

Katniss is naked the first time Peeta sees her by @endlessnightlock

First off, amazingly fluffy, smutty with just the perfect amount of humour and innocence. I loved the two dummies, they were adorable and at the same time, not (because honestly, adorable is not a manly word!!)

Favourite quotes/dialogue parts from the series:

1- Peeta gave her a gentle smile. "It's just that you said you're comfortable being touched by me. Despite being your close friend for years and years, I'm still a guy. I have all the necessary equipment to take care of your problem," he joked, finally.

2- "Hi, guys!" Peeta answered, sounding way too chipper. Katniss snorted- it was like he'd hung a sign above their heads with neon lights that said: "We're A Couple Now - And We Just Had Sex !"

3- "It's a good thing," he told her, "because you've pretty much ruined me for anyone else. You're stuck with me now. And I love you too."

4- She didn’t know why and she didn’t understand how exactly her dad could dislike Peeta so much, although it probably had something to do with the fact that he’d walked in on them having sex on her couch a month ago.

5- He told her later that it'd sounded like someone was "getting murdered in there.”Err, she guessed they were kind of loud.

6- The situation quickly moved from bad to worse to oh my god; this has to be the worst moment of my life territory.

7- Her dad yanked Peeta off of her (ignoring the undeniable fact that what was going on between them was consensual, and it wasn’t like they wouldn’t have stopped themselves if he’d given them half a second- god ). He slammed him into the wall (only possible because her dad had caught her much-larger boyfriend off guard) with more force than a small man ought to possess.

8- The situation was ridiculous. Katniss was pretty sure her dad had to know how doggie-style worked; he was almost fifty after all.

9-“Don’t worry though, I’m not going to let him scare me off,” he added softly, leaning his head against the top of hers, “I’d stand up to a whole army of angry fathers for you.”

10- "I might need some help with this little… er, that's the wrong word I guess-"

11- "What about your little problem?"

"I believe that I retracted my original words- I said not a little problem."

12- The only thing worse than her dad walking in on her boyfriend with an uncovered erection was catching him with a softened one that screamed- I just got head from your daughter; it certainly wouldn't win him any popularity contests with her dad.