#everdeens

My dearest @katnissdoesnotfollowback requested “mr and mrs everdeen courting” by my Buy Me a Coffee Cheese Bun and ok, that was unexpected but so cool!

So we know that Mr and Mrs Everdeen had known each other since “apothecary times” and I think that they were talking a lot about herbs (at first) and literally everything (and became closer and closer and… you know). So I think that “courting” was very much based on this talking until one day she heard him singing and BAM.

Oh, and I have this angsty head canon that it was Mr Mellark who introduced them to each other. The situation: it is May and she complains to Mr Mellark that it’s season for one particular herb to bloom and how helpful it would be to collect it and make a decoction. And how the woods are full of those blossoms now and how easy it could be if it was not a fence around the woods. And Mr Mellark (who was trading with Mr Everdeen for some time already) gets this brilliant idea to introduce them to each other so she can describe the blossom and he can gather it for her. And it all goes oh so well and she is happy and grateful and he’s very pleased with himself and… yeah. Yeah. Ugh.

Thank you my dear for this request, this generation is such a pleasure for me to explore ❤️

    I know it’s not right to stay. I can’t leave my family with Greasy and Peeta. That’s not fair.

    I escaped to take a breath and figure out myself. It’s time to go. So I do, slowly.

    As I leave the woods I think about everything. I think about the past… Peeta, the games, war, death, destruction; I think about the present… My family, twelve, Peeta, my feelings; and lastly I think of the future… rebuilding, hope, love, fear.

    So many things.

    I finally make it home to the Victor’s Village when I realize it’s pitch black. I must have been gone for hours. Where had the time gone?

    I walk inside and find all the people I left sitting in the living room, talking.

    I can’t help it when my eyes won’t leave Peeta. I sit next to him and sigh. It’s good to be close to him again. He finally looks at me and I open my mouth.

    “Of course, Poet,” he just stares at me with his adorable confused face, “You asked me a question… before I left. You asked if I cared.”

    I watch as realization hits him and a small smile graces his perfect, pink lips.

    “I care about you a lot. You know that. How could someone go through all that we have and not care?” His smile starts to slip, so I continue, “you can’t go from loving someone so much it hurts to nothing. That’s not how it works.”

    “Loving someone?” He asks with a gleam of hope in his eye.

    “Well duh, Poet. Love sneaks up on a person, you know? It’s not always a fun game.”

    I suddenly become very aware that my entire family is in the room alongside Greasy Sae, but I continue anyway because I know I need to say it and he needs to hear it.

    “Sometimes it comes easy. Like your love for me did when we were younger. Other times it comes slowly. Friendship first, love second. Other times still, it comes slowly then all at once. A fragile friendship, a friendship that you never want to hurt, then slowly you realize you love little things about a person, and next thing you know you’re looking at them when their back is turned and the fact washes over you. You love them so much and you couldn’t imagine your life without them.”

    I can see him struggling, so I finish the thought, “I think it was that last one for me. In D13. I realized just how much I love you when you weren’t there. When you weren’t looking and I wasn’t pressured.”

    “So. You can’t go from loving someone to nothing, but can you go from loving so much it hurts to just caring?” He asks it with so much fear I can’t held but give him a small reassuring smile.

    “Nah. At least not in my experiences. Not that I have more than one. It’s kinda hard to love someone that much and let it fade. Even if it gets buried it a confused mind.”

    He grins at me, and for the first time since the beach…

Don’t ask, I just couldn’t stop myself 😅😅😅

They are different people. They have different stories. And once they were h a p p y.

MELLARKS

EVERDEENS

MELLARK + EVERDEEN

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Katniss’ Mother

I wake up in a cold sweat. My body tingling and my eyes full of tears. My family’s dead corpses are engraved in my mind.

“Mom? Prim? Dad?” I call out wanting this to all be a horrible dream.

I hear running foot steps and sigh deeply. It was just a nightmare.

“Kat? Are you okay?” Prim. My darling Prim stands in the doorway. I give her a small sad smile and she grins back at me, “Love you, Kat. Nightmare again?” She asks going from happy to worried in an instant.

“I’m fine, Little Duck. Just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about,” I try to act calm and collected, for her, and she seems to believe me. Good.

My father enters the room next, “Well good morning to you too my little mockingjay!” My smile grows. He is the only one that can fix my mood when I’m down. I love him and Prim more than anything.

As my mother joins us, my smile falters. I love my mom, but she doesn’t try to calm me or make me feel better after an episode or bad nights.

“What was this one Katniss?” I wince at her harsh tone.

“You… You all were… Well-”

“Well what?! Talk!” She’s not a great person at night, after I wake her up. She can be kind in the day though. When I’m not engulfed in a panic attack, that is.

“WELL! As I was saying… You all died… and Finnick, Annie, Madge, Gale too,” I start to tear up, but my mother just stares at me until she decides that it’s enough, and leaves my room.

I sigh, thinking about how she used to be kind, caring even. That is until the bullies at school got worse. She doesn’t like that I am ‘mentally unstable’ as the doctor says.