Follow/Fav Always my Peeta. By. 'Only the women in the capitol use birth control Katniss. FanFiction; FictionPress; Google; Facebook; Twitter. Tags. Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Major Character Death; Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark; Gale Hawthorne/Madge Undersee; Katniss Everdeen; Peeta Mellark. Zombie! Veneziano x Human! Romano. England (Pottertalia) Ravenclaw! Prussia x Hufflepuff! Canada (Pottertalia) (Peeta) Romano x (Katniss) Nyo. Birth town. Why couldn't you let Katniss and Peeta be. of true love or the birth of your children. into a zombie, the story greatly suffered. Peeta was a great. . ~ someone definitely needs to write a book or some fanfiction or. to us at birth that were half of a. Stuff, Video Games, Zombie. This is Peeta's POV of Chapter 21 of my everlark/end of Mockingjay fanfiction In. everlark; Suspense; Summary. Katniss knew Peeta’s. and birth are reserved. IM LAUGHING SO HARD IMAGINING CINNA IN FASHION WEEK AND RUE AS A ZOMBIE. Katnisseverdeen Thehungergames, Catching Fire, Peeta Katniss. http://m.fanfiction. Always my Peeta Chapter 5: Unfulfilled Teases, a hunger games fanfic. Hey guys so I just wanted to ask for your feedback on this one, maybe make it longer, shorter, ehh.? Sexier..? Ya never know. Where The Boys Are Chapter 1. Cato pushes the zombie and shouts. “Goodnight, Peeta.” He nods. “Goodnight, Katniss.”. ZombieDD is an avid fanfiction reader and an active particpant in the world of fandom. FanFiction | unleash your. Also, I just wanted to let y'all know that maybe puttin them on the train wasn't such a good idea, seein how all of my future chapters take place in the victors village. So, jus warnin, if I skip ahead to post- mockingjay don't be surprised. What I'm wonderin is if you guys would prefer that..? Following Catching Fire doesn't seem like the easiest or most creative thing in the world, so ya. Lemme know, and read on! Chapter Five. Unfulfilled teases"Cinna, I need a favor," I started, settling myself down one the pale leather couch in his room. We had arrived in district two, our tour going by faster and faster now that I had conquered seeing Rue's family and the apparent uprising in District Eight. I knew that I'd caused it, I just knew it. But I knew Gale would be proud of me. That is, if he found out about the uprising. The mayor of the district offered to let us stay the night there, and attend a party later on that evening to meet some of the producers that helped film the Games. It was a horrifying idea, and I was about to beg for my life to the only person who had control over that, or maybe Haymitch if Cinna hotel that we were staying in was huge, and I almost got lost venturing to Cinna's room from mine."First, I'd like your opinion on this, and you should like it because you designed it," he said with a wink. He then held up a long black gown, ruffling out towards the bottom and strapless on top and a simple shiny belt hooking around the front with a bow. It was elegant and marvelous and he was going to make me wear it."It's beautiful.. I wonder, hoping that I wouldn't get the answer I knew was coming."You're gonna wear it tonight Katniss, oh and you'll love Peeta's! It matches but still I added some pretty unique tweaks to it," he smiled, turning it around on the hanger so that I could admire the dress from a different angle."That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," I started. He turned and put the hanger back in his closet, sliding the door/mirror closed."About what? You're dress? I doubt you came all the way out of your precious confinement to talk about clothing with me," he crossed his arms and stood dubiously in front of me. You wanna see Peeta's?" he offered. I shook my head."I'll see it tonight I guess."He sighed, "so why did you really come in here?""I wanted to ask you..," I trailed off, finding my courage. My words came out in a haste, doubt heavy, "can you please excuse me and Peeta from the party tonight!" I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for my no."Katniss the mayor is throwing this party for you! The only thing that would happen from you not attending is that you piss of President Snow. You know how that ends," he grumbled, laying back on his grand bed, the sheets woven together with golden thread. It wasn't like my room, the color scheme was aqua blue and light gray, but the carpets in both rooms were milky white. When I think about it, this is the first time I'd ever seen Cinna relax. It was odd."But tonight.. Peeta and I.. we needed some alone time," I explained, hoping I wouldn't have to continue further. Peeta was tired of biting his lips, and quite frankly I was too. When we make love, I want us to be able to let loose, show each other what all we have to offer, not bite our lips and hope that the rest of the train doesn't hear us moaning. Realizing struck his features and he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his temples."Now's not the best time to fall in love with Peeta," he murmured. I groaned."How am I supposed to help that! It's like you said, I've been in love with him my entire life." Cinna sat up and placed his elbows on his knees, looking at me, studying me, scrutinizing me. Normally I would've gotten self conscious, but this was Cinna, the first man to ever see me naked. And he's seen it a thousand times. It wasn't like when Peeta looks at me.. After what seems like an eternity of silence he finally speaks. Fine. You may leave the party a few hours early, complain of stomach cramps or something," he suggests. I nod, glad to have him suggest an excuse so that I wouldn't have too. Do you have any protection?" he asked. I thought about it. No, we hadn't used protection. Oh god! How stupid could we have been! He saw the fear in my eyes and sighed, standing and reaching around in his suitcase underneath his bed. He held up a small black square between his middle finger and his index finger. I took it gratefully and hugged him before turning towards the door."Take your dress," he says, "be ready in an hour, and tell Peeta to come get his suit," he instructs. I nod, draping the scary black dress over my arm. I know I would probably put it on wrong and Cinna would have to fix it for me."Are you doing my makeup too?" I wonder, just making sure. He nods."In an hour. Be ready.""You're trying to kill me," Peeta murmurs as I step into the room, my room. I had dressed in the bathroom, force of habit, and left him waiting on the bed."How so?" I ask, looking down. Sure, the dress is beautiful, but me?"Look at yourself!" he stands and gets behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and guiding me towards my mirrored closet door. You're stunning," he whispers, resting his chin on the top of my head as he looks at me in the mirror. I sigh and turn to face him, unable to look at my simple- self anymore."I'm too scarred," I tell him."So am I. I don't have half my leg Katniss, you don't call that scarred?" he questions, gesturing to his fake leg which was covered with Cinnas brilliant suit. It was black all over, but the vest underneath was shiny black, a silver chain hung from his pocket over the left part of his chest in his vest and connected to his back, where magenta designs were beautifully interwoven in a way only Cinna could make. The tie was the same color; magenta. I shook my head, he'd misunderstood. I meant emotionally.""Katniss..," he started. I stopped him though, knowing that I would lose this argument. He wrapped his arms around me and sighed, looking into my eyes as if there was something to see. I locked my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his, as if to tease myself, to tell myself that I couldn't have him now. I would have him later though. He moaned. I reached inside my bra and pulled out the condom Cinna had given me, hoping that it didn't look to bad from Peetas point of view. I had rehearsed this a million times in the bathroom, because seducing a man wasn't exactly my strong point. Though I never really had to seduce Peeta, he loved me and we both had equal views on what we wanted."God Katniss, you're really trying to kill me," he growled, pushing me up against the wall a little too roughly and kissing me once more, trailing heated kisses down my neck and to my collarbone. I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair, his incredibly soft hair. Knocking at the door. Peeta sighed and pulled away, easily though, so he still wasn't aroused. Or at lease he hadn't let himself get that way. Before Peeta could get the door Cinna came in holding up a huge bag of what I guessed was my accessories and makeup. Pretty Katniss in a bag. I set the condom on the desk next to my bed and sighed to Cinna."Shall we get this over with my darling?" he suggested, waving me over the the couch. I always wondered why, where ever we went, all of the eyes would be trained on me. Why wouldn't they be on Peeta? Why me? Why was I the girl on fire, while Peeta was the boy with the bread? Maybe it's because I had nothing when I entered the games, and Cinna had to give me something, had to give me an identity. Fire. That was who I was. Peeta was the kind one, the generous one, the one who went into the games knowing who he was and who he wanted to die as. He was simply Peeta."Hello, Katniss." The mayor interrupted my thinking. I looked up and gave him the best smile I could, but there was no truth in it. Thankfully though, he hadn't noticed."Hello, are you enjoying the party?" I asked, trying to make small talk."Absolutely, I threw it didn't I?" He laughed. The question is, are you?"I nodded, "of course, very fine." I answered, another fake smile."I hope it's to your liking. I hear you're much harder to please than your partner," he winked and turned, leaving a gaping hole in my face that was my mouth. Did I really come off as that stale and monotonic? I turned and rested my gaze on the colorful fruit spread out on the table."May I have this dance?" I nodded and took his hand."Do you think I'm.. I wondered, not noticing the swift movement of his feet and the way he led me around the dance floor. Like a pro. But of course, Peeta has to be good at dancing. He's gentle, thoughtful."Meaning?" he questioned, dipping me unexpectedly. I breathed heavily once he brought me upright, chuckling."I mean, do think I look like I'm hard to please?" I didn't know how to phrase it right, and I hoped he wouldn't take it a different way."You mean.. I sighed."Just in general. The mayor basically told me that he didn't want to displease me, he thought this party wouldn't be good enough. Do I come off as that type?" I asked. I know, if there's one thing I know about myself, that I'm not picky or snooty." I concluded, wondering how the mayor got it in his head that I would be harder to please than Peeta. Maybe because Peetas the polite one."No, I think you're pretty well- mannered. But it's hard to get in your head, and sometimes you come off like you would rather be anywhere else then where you are," he shrugged."But I usually do! It's like they expect us to like this stupid tour," I muttered, looking down at our feet, which had stopped moving. He lifted my chin up with his finger, his eyes smoldering into mine."We're in this together okay?" I nodded, smiling slightly, the first real time I've smiled since we'd first made love, with was nearly a month ago.
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