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The Book Is Always Better

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I cannot stress enough - I have no idea what I’m doing
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🎃👻 trick or treat 👻🎃

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Happy Halloween!! Thanks for stopping by: Have some candy!!🍬🍭🍫

And as a treat: a new addition to Forts!

The scraggly old apple tree behind the bakery had been easy maintenance. Situated at the edge of the pig pen, most of the leaves and spoiled apples fell inside where they didn’t need fussing over. But the homes in Victor's Village each have several very old, very large trees. They’re beautiful in the spring when they bud, bits of green slowly seeping from the ends of once barren branches. When the season changes, their boughs are a shady reprieve from the summer sun. Then in the Fall, the green catches into a blaze of yellows, reds and oranges, until burning out to a warm brown that carpets the ground. That’s when the raking begins.

It isn’t bad work: mindless and repetitive. The kind of task Peeta can daydream to. His companion’s soft humming doesn’t hurt either.

He’s admiring their pile and contemplating how many wheelbarrow trips it will take to dispose of them all, when the loud honk of a goose startles him from his musings. He pivots towards the noise, his foot slipping on a spot of mud their efforts had unearthed, and tumbles to the ground, his fall cushioned by the leaves. He looks over to see the offending fowl staring at him, unphased by the commotion it’s caused, before waddling off.

He would prefer not to have fallen, but it’s not so bad down here. Though the air is cool, he’s warm and there’s a rewarding ache in his muscles from his leaf clearing exertions. “I’m alright,” he chuckles up to the sky, anticipating Katniss’s worry as she reaches his side.

She frowns down at him in concern, “you sure?”

That solemn look won’t do, so he extends his hand towards her and when she grasps hold, he gently tugs her forward until she collapses in the pile next to him.

“whoops,” he smiles mischievously.

Her look of surprise vanishes at his words and she scoops up a handful of leaves tossing them haphazardly in his direction. They both pop up, playfully taunting and grabbing fistfuls of debris, the air soon buzzing with leaf confetti and laughter.

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Couldn’t stop thinking about @rarepairheathen’s ask about a song to make a fic out of - so, inspired by Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson…

She wakes to the smell of rain. The cool breeze dancing in through the open window, a welcome reprieve from the heat wave of the past week. The quilt that’s sat folded at the end of their bed, just-in-case, has found its purpose in the night, tucked up around her chin.

Cocooned in the warmth of blankets and Peeta, she has the urge to lie like this all day... It’s a different feeling; wanting to stay cuddled in the embrace of bed and lover, rather than trapped prisoner to the mattress by the misery in her mind.

Why shouldn’t she indulge this impulse?

Lifting her head, she checks the clock by the bed; the alarm should ring any moment. Carefully extracting her arm from Peeta’s chest, she reaches across the distance, switching the clock off before it trills. Despite her stealth, he stirs beneath her.

She halts her movements and instead begins to softly hum; not a song, just a meandering, nonsensical tune. Peeta’s breathing evens back out, his lips turning up ever so slightly.

She smiles to herself; she’s still not above playing dirty. Resettling back into his embrace, she closes her eyes and drifts back to sleep.

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Couldn’t stop thinking about @rarepairheathen’s ask about a song to make a fic out of - so, inspired by Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson…

She wakes to the smell of rain. The cool breeze dancing in through the open window, a welcome reprieve from the heat wave of the past week. The quilt that’s sat folded at the end of their bed, just-in-case, has found its purpose in the night, tucked up around her chin.

Cocooned in the warmth of blankets and Peeta, she has the urge to lie like this all day... It’s a different feeling; wanting to stay cuddled in the embrace of bed and lover, rather than trapped prisoner to the mattress by the misery in her mind.

Why shouldn’t she indulge this impulse?

Lifting her head, she checks the clock by the bed; the alarm should ring any moment. Carefully extracting her arm from Peeta’s chest, she reaches across the distance, switching the clock off before it trills. Despite her stealth, he stirs beneath her.

She halts her movements and instead begins to softly hum; not a song, just a meandering, nonsensical tune. Peeta’s breathing evens back out, his lips turning up ever so slightly.

She smiles to herself; she’s still not above playing dirty. Resettling back into his embrace, she closes her eyes and drifts back to sleep.

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Couldn’t stop thinking about @rarepairheathen’s ask about a song to make a fic out of - so, inspired by Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson…

She wakes to the smell of rain. The cool breeze dancing in through the open window, a welcome reprieve from the heat wave of the past week. The quilt that’s sat folded at the end of their bed, just-in-case, has found its purpose in the night, tucked up around her chin.

Cocooned in the warmth of blankets and Peeta, she has the urge to lie like this all day... It’s a different feeling; wanting to stay cuddled in the embrace of bed and lover, rather than trapped prisoner to the mattress by the misery in her mind.

Why shouldn’t she indulge this impulse?

Lifting her head, she checks the clock by the bed; the alarm should ring any moment. Carefully extracting her arm from Peeta’s chest, she reaches across the distance, switching the clock off before it trills. Despite her stealth, he stirs beneath her.

She halts her movements and instead begins to softly hum; not a song, just a meandering, nonsensical tune. Peeta’s breathing evens back out, his lips turning up ever so slightly.

She smiles to herself; she’s still not above playing dirty. Resettling back into his embrace, she closes her eyes and drifts back to sleep.

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WIP Game - care to share something from "Forts"? ☺️

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Thank you for playing @pookieh!!

These are the new headers I have started:

  • Bubbles
  • Snow
  • Tickle
  • Hose

Bubbles is my current favorite! It’s going to feature Peeta and Posy.

@districtunrest and I were discussing what Posy thinks of Peeta… my gut-reaction - she loves him, even has a little crush him that Rory and Vick tease her about, BUT, But, but, the alternative is that she is so enamored with Katniss, that Posy is the only person in 12 that Peeta can’t win over 😂 (it drives him a little bit mad)

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Does this fit ‘Everlark reclaiming their youth’? 🤷🏼‍♀️ but I’m adding it to that collection anyways

He curses softly under his breath, “Do you have a knife on you?”

A shudder runs down her spine, but when her eyes fly to Peeta, he’s frowning down at a loaf of bread. She exhales with the certainty that the baguette poses no real threat.

Feeling her pockets, she finds them empty. There was a time not that long ago she would have never dreamed of leaving the house without, but when packing for their picnic in the meadow, defensive precautions hadn’t crossed her mind; Dr. Aurilius would be proud. “Guess not,” she shrugs.

Peeta groans, looking forlornly in the direction they’d come. She can see him mentally mapping the route home and back in his mind. They may as well abandon their picnic entirely at that point. It seems a waste of a good day to eat in the Village, so she steals the loaf, ripping a corner and dipping it in a jar of jam before popping it in her mouth. She smiles as she chews, quirking her brow at him.

“I think you’ve been spending too much time with Haymitch,” he deadpans.

“Nah, Haymitch wouldn’t have forgotten the knife,” she quips back. Spurred on by the smallest hint of his smile, she wiggles the bread in his direction, “come on. Or are you afraid Effie will find out?”

He snatches the loaf from her grip, taking a sizable bite in answer to her challenge. “Better?” He asks, crumbs escaping his lips.

A peal of laughter is her only response.

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🎃👻 trick or treat 👻🎃

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Happy Halloween!! Thanks for stopping by: Have some candy!!🍬🍭🍫

And as a treat: a new addition to Forts!

The scraggly old apple tree behind the bakery had been easy maintenance. Situated at the edge of the pig pen, most of the leaves and spoiled apples fell inside where they didn’t need fussing over. But the homes in Victor's Village each have several very old, very large trees. They’re beautiful in the spring when they bud, bits of green slowly seeping from the ends of once barren branches. When the season changes, their boughs are a shady reprieve from the summer sun. Then in the Fall, the green catches into a blaze of yellows, reds and oranges, until burning out to a warm brown that carpets the ground. That’s when the raking begins.

It isn’t bad work: mindless and repetitive. The kind of task Peeta can daydream to. His companion’s soft humming doesn’t hurt either.

He’s admiring their pile and contemplating how many wheelbarrow trips it will take to dispose of them all, when the loud honk of a goose startles him from his musings. He pivots towards the noise, his foot slipping on a spot of mud their efforts had unearthed, and tumbles to the ground, his fall cushioned by the leaves. He looks over to see the offending fowl staring at him, unphased by the commotion it’s caused, before waddling off.

He would prefer not to have fallen, but it’s not so bad down here. Though the air is cool, he’s warm and there’s a rewarding ache in his muscles from his leaf clearing exertions. “I’m alright,” he chuckles up to the sky, anticipating Katniss’s worry as she reaches his side.

She frowns down at him in concern, “you sure?”

That solemn look won’t do, so he extends his hand towards her and when she grasps hold, he gently tugs her forward until she collapses in the pile next to him.

“whoops,” he smiles mischievously.

Her look of surprise vanishes at his words and she scoops up a handful of leaves tossing them haphazardly in his direction. They both pop up, playfully taunting and grabbing fistfuls of debris, the air soon buzzing with leaf confetti and laughter.

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