Healing After The Mockingjay: A Katniss and Peeta Fan Fiction 17.7K 103 11 by HollyMPEETASPEARL View Cast Jennifer Lawrence. After the mockingjay I lay in bed, eyes wide awake yet as I search the ceiling, I find nothing; an empty stare. I hear my. Follow/Fav Katniss and Peeta, life after By: Shuniice Mariie Katniss misses Peeta, Peeta misses Katniss. But Katniss is still in mourning after Prim, so Peeta moves on, thinking she doesnt care anymore. But when Katniss finally calls him, letting him know that. Post- Mockingjay Stories | Fan. Fiction. Book 4: Part 1 - "You have provided a spark, that left unattended, may grow into an inferno that destroys Panem." The Girl on Fire has returned! When Katniss mysteriously awakens in the Capitol her first instinct is to find Peeta and their children. However, in her search for the truth, Katniss encounters old friends and learns that her life with Peeta may not be what it seems. Hunger Games - Rated: T - English - Suspense/Adventure - Chapters: 8 - Words: 3. Reviews: 4. 1 - Favs: 4. Follows: 4. 0 - Updated: 1/2. After ~Peeta and Katniss Fanfiction Nightterrors FANGiRL Some nights, I still wake up with night terrors. They're the same ones. The mutts coming after me, Prim actually going into the games and dying instead of Rue, Prim's death playing over and over again. After the rebellion, Katniss barely goes outside. She depends on Greasy Sae to look after her and can't interact with anyone else, not even Peeta.. This story takes place after Mockingjay, but before the epilouge, because Katniss and Peeta haven't had children yet. The capitol turned peeta into a. Twist in Love: Katniss/Peeta Fanfic Fan fiction by justingurl99 posted over a year ago Notes: A random idea I came up with! This is a Katniss/Peeta story that takes place during Mockingjay. My first fanfic, I hope you like it :) Hunger Games is awesome :D (who. After ~Peeta and Katniss Fanfiction Gale FANGiRL I haven't seen Gale in so long, that just the mention of his name makes me want to cry. I want to cry because I miss him terribly. Every bone in my body goes tense. Peeta isn't home, so he has no clue. That's. This community is for some good Post-Mockingjay stories. Ratings only reach T. Can be pre-Epilouge. From one-shots to multi-chapters. The Games and the rebellion may have ended, but the torture for Katniss' family hasn't. As Katniss and Peeta's daughter. Published: 1. 2/2. Katniss E., Bonnie, Commander Paylor, Pollux - Complete. Katniss And Peeta Fanfiction After Mockingjay Rated MA Dandelion Wedding - The Hunger Games Fanfiction Wiki**This is a fanfiction work created for entertainment purposes only. Please enjoy and remember that this story is based on the work of Suzanne Collins but is not written by her. Characters are the property of the author and any copyright infringement is unintentional.**Summary: 5 years after the ending of Mockingjay, Peeta and Katniss are finally in a place where they are happy together and they decide it's time to get married. This is a tale of that day. Please feel free to start a topic if you enjoyed this story.. Talk" : ). A Dandelion Wedding. On the morning of our wedding, I awoke early. I slept through the night just fine, with Peeta’s arms around me tightly, fending off the nightmares. The morning sun is shining through the open window and I can feel the spring air on my face. Flowers should be in perfect bloom this time of year. The world outside is quiet except for the faint sound of a mockingjay singing a happy song. Now wide awake, I keep thinking of everything that has happened to us, everything we’ve been through together. It’s a dangerous game to play, so I repeat to myself all the good that I’ve seen as well, all the people that I wish could be here with me on this day. Rue. Finnick. Cinna. Prim. How I wish my little duck was here. I’d be worried about her, reminding her to tuck in the back of her shirt and she’d be there to remind me that she’s grown up and could mind her own clothing; she’d remind me that this was my day and she’d me tending to mine instead. She would’ve really loved to see me in my wedding dress, my actual wedding dress, and not the one that was the poll winner, not the one that Cinna designed to burn into a mockingjay. My real dress. I sat at the edge of the bed and looked over my shoulder at Peeta, still sound asleep. I don’t want to wake him just yet, so I tiptoe to the closet quietly and open it very slowly. Inside I have kept the remaining dresses that Cinna designed for me, minus the one that I gave to Annie. They’re all so beautiful, and for the first time I can really admire them for what they are. I’ll be able to wear one of them for a real reason today. Cinna would be happy that I wore any of them, but I cannot yet decide which one. It’s very unlike me to be excited about wearing a dress, and this reminds me of Madge. If she were beside me at this moment, she’d know which dress to pick. I hear Peeta stirring behind me, and then, in his best Effie voice, he says, “Oh Katniss, it’s a big, big, big, big day!” This makes me giggle and I turn to see he’s laughing as well. I’m glad that there are still things we can laugh about when it comes to the Games, because those things are very few and far between. I walk over to the bed and Peeta pulls me back in. I find myself staring into his cool blue eyes and any remnants of bad memories are washed away. I need to go check on Haymitch, and then put the final touches on the cake,” he says. But I’d much rather spend the day in bed with you.”. Well we do have the rest of our lives for that,” I retort with a smile. Sometimes I need a reminder that I won’t lose you ever again. Thank you, Katniss.”. He kisses me softly on the lips and gets out of bed. I watch him exit the room and I look around. I still need to decide on my dress, so I walk back over to the closet. I thumb through the dresses once more and I still cannot make up my mind. Just then, I hear a knock at the door below me, some muffled chatter, then a fast paced clicking sound coming up the stairs. Like a flash, Octavia is standing in my doorway with three bags and a look of pure excitement on her now pale apple green face. Her pink eyeshadow glistens in the sunlight as she crosses the room to give me a hug. Katniss! Oh dear, look at the state of you! We can’t have you looking like this on your wedding day, can we?” she exclaimed. I’m here now, don’t you worry about a thing!”. You’re green again?” I ask as she lets me loose of her grip. Well of course dear, are you surprised? It’s a special shade for the spring! Isn’t it gorgeous?”. Absolutely stunning,” I reply with a smirk. Octavia spends the rest of the morning returning me to beauty base zero and promises to leave me as natural as possible. When we emerge from the bathroom, I see that Peeta has brought us up a snack; tea, cheese buns, and some frosted cookies. On the tray there is also a vase filled with dandelions and primrose branches. I am instantly taken back in time, my mind is flooded with so many memories. While enjoying Peeta’s delicious treats, Octavia tells me that she finds the bouquet to be quite a sweet gesture and having an idea, she takes away the vase before I can object. I had wanted to enjoy them just a little longer. A short while later, I am re- visiting the closet, knowing that it’s about time that I choose a dress, when Octavia returns. Out of the dandelions, primrose branches, and some white ribbon, she has fastened me a wreath for my hair. I thought this would go perfect with your dress. Plus, it’ll be like she’s with you today.”. I look at her and my eyes well up with tears. Octavia has given me a great gift without truly knowing its full extent. Not only do I get to carry a piece of Prim with me, but I will also don my symbol of hope, bright yellow dandelions, something that will not escape Peeta’s attention. What else could I ask for as I enter into this new period of life with him? It’s perfect,” I tell her. I remember the day that I finally told Peeta everything that dandelion meant to me. He already knew how thankful I was to him for the bread that he’d given be the day before, that was something I told him in the cave of the arena. But he’d not known the true extent of the story, the real amount of hope his actions had given me, the day our eyes met across the schoolyard, and the dandelion that signified to me that hope was not lost. We’d taken a walk one spring day out to the meadow, hand in hand we walked through the freshly blooming wildflowers, swaying in the breeze, offering up sweet scents of the season. The whites, purples, and yellows reminded me of one of Peeta’s paintings. Every spring, after that, he’s left me dandelions in random places for me to find, little reminders of the hope that we still have as long as we’re together. For my birthday one year, he even gave me a dandelion painting that now hangs above our fireplace. With Peeta by my side, I’m constantly reminded that, after all we’ve been through, I still am not doomed. This comforts me in a way that only he understands. Octavia and I finally decide on a dress, a plain creamy frock covered in lace flowers, a perfect compliment to my new hair band. It isn’t as embellished as Cinna’s other designs, not quite as showy or fancy. Deep down, I think he must’ve made this simple one just for me, not for the Capitol, a dress he knew that I’d end up wearing for real one day. Octavia dusts yellow eyeshadow lightly around my gray Seam eyes and paints a faint gold polish on my nails. She braids my hair the way my mother used to do, the way she taught Cinna and Octavia to do many years before. Part of me wishes that my mother was here today, but another part knows it’s better that she’s not. I step into the dress and she buttons me up. For the final touch she places the primrose and dandelion wreath on my head and pins it to my braids. She stands back to look at me and as I turn around I catch her wiping a tear from her eye. Oh, Katniss. This is the most beautiful that I’ve ever seen you.” She sighs softly and stares at me for a moment then suddenly perks up as if an idea has just popped into her head. Do you have earrings or a necklace? Something shiny and pretty? I completely forgot to bring anything with me!”. Immediately, my eyes shift to the dresser, where I know in the top drawer lies the locket Peeta gave me during the Quarter Quell. I still keep it locked away inside the silver parachute along with the pearl he’d also given me that day. Without hesitation, I open the drawer and pull out the locket. I run my fingers across its front, adorned with a smooth gold mockingjay, and open it up. Inside is the picture of Prim, the very same one that Peeta originally put inside it. On the other side, the pictures of my mother and Gale have long since been replaced with one of Peeta. I switched them out years ago, when I returned to District 1. At that time, I had not known if Peeta would be returning as well or if I’d ever see him again, so I intended on keeping him as near to me as possible, just in case. I turn to Octavia and show her the locket when I suddenly change my mind. I don’t want to wear the locket today, or perhaps even ever again. I haven’t worn it since the Quarter Quell, just like I haven’t worn my pin since the rebellion. I am no longer the Mockingjay, and this isn’t a symbol that I associate myself with anymore. It’s just another reminder that I’d honestly rather do without today. This is all I have, but I’d rather not wear it today. You know I’m not much of a jewelry person anyways,” I reply to her. She nods in agreement. As I return the locket back to its home inside the parachute, I notice that my pearl is missing. My heart skips a beat for a moment. Where could it be? I search through the rest of the drawer a bit and find nothing. I know that it could not have gone very far, so I let it be for now and tell myself that I’ll return to look for it later on. Well then, my dear, are you ready? I’m sure everyone is dying to see you!”. It’s probably late into the afternoon by now. I look out the open window and the position of the sun in the sky tells me that it’s almost 5 o’clock. I’ve forgotten how long it takes for an Octavian makeover. She reaches out for my hands and holds them tight. Looking straight into my eyes, she says, “Well ready or not, here comes the bride!”. As we descend the staircase, I realize that I’ve missed quite a lot and I hadn’t even heard everyone arrive.
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