Valentine, a hunger games fanfic. Five years old. It was the first day of Kindergarten, and five- year- old Peeta Mellark was tripping over his untied shoelaces and clutching his bag of cheese buns anxiously as he tried to keep up with his father. He was excited, yes, but also nervous. Would the other kids like him? What if he didn't make any friends? Peeta felt his daddy clutch his sweaty palm as they walked, and that's when he realized that he had voiced his thoughts. He looked up to see his father's kind blue eyes meet his. He stopped, and his father turned to see what had captivated his youngest son's attention. Mellark saw him pointing at an olive- skinned girl with two dark plaits, silver- gray eyes, and a little red dress walking with her own father; she was the spitting image of him. Mellark bent down on his haunches so that he was eye- level with his youngest son. But she married a coal miner instead. Her gray eyes were soft and her smile was so bright and happy that it made his heart skip. She looked up at her father and chatted animatedly at him, and in that moment, he knew he would be just like his daddy and fall in love with an Everdeen woman. And this was good, because Peeta wanted nothing more than to be like his father. He wanted to be a baker just like him and bake cookies and give them away free to little bitty kids who were barely three and went to preschool because they weren't big boys like him. He told his daddy so, but his father simply frowned and looked at him sadly, and Peeta could not understand why. The little girl in the red dress stood on her tiptoes to kiss her daddy's cheek goodbye, and Peeta wanted to follow after her. He hugged his father quickly and then started running towards the building, but he ended up tripping on his shoelaces and falling flat on his face instead. The other kids laughed at him as he stood up, and the teachers shushed them as his father helped him dust off his clothes. Peeta tried not to cry because he was a big boy now, and his momma would slap him if she found out he had cried at school. He didn't like the fact that he still couldn't tie his shoes and that he tripped over his shoelaces all the time. The Best Daughter in the World” waited for him. He opened it and found “Happy Birthday. Peeta, and Katniss outside on a sunny day. He wanted her here for Hannah’s birthday and Halloween and Valentine’s Day. Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction) PART 1: MOCKINGJAY'S DAUGHTER. The 4th book of the Hunger Games. ArleneLove'sTHG January 31. I look at Peeta and he shrugs. What about Katniss and Peeta's fifteen year old daughter, Willow? Katniss & Peeta's daughter. Drama & Humor, words: 855, favs: 39, follows: 4, 12/29/2010. Download past episodes or subscribe to future episodes of Nightlock: A Hunger Games Podcast by Echo. In this Valentine's Day episode we feature one. We feature a fanfiction that takes place on Katniss and Peeta's first. The Last Kiss Between Peeta and Katniss. Then Katniss kisses Peeta. That's on page 352.' Oh yeah! About valentine s day < > Most recent. Follow/Fav The Daughter of The Victors. Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Katniss & Peeta's daughter, Peeta M. Again, please review you would make my day! What you need to do is double- knot them. It all seemed confusing to Peeta at first, but he knew that with practice, he would get it right, as that was what his daddy had told him when he baked his first cookie. One day, he would learn how to make cheese buns, though, and he clutched his paper bag close to his chest at the thought of giving one to the pretty Everdeen girl. Maybe that would make her fall in love with him. Later on that day, Peeta's class went to music class, and he was pleasantly surprised when he saw the girl in the little red dress raise her hand high up in the air when the teacher asked who knew the Valley Song. The teacher referred to her as Katniss, and before Peeta could get a taste of the name on his lips, she began to sing. His mouth gaped open in wonder, and his heart leaped with joy as his ears were flooded with the sound of her beautiful voice. She sounded like an angel. She looked like an angel, and in that moment, Peeta was in heaven. But more importantly, he was a goner. The days and weeks passed, and Peeta could not build up the courage to talk to her. No matter how hard he tried, every time he tried to approach her, his nerves would kick in, and he would trip over his shoelaces or his throat would clog up and he would open up a classroom window even when the teacher told him not to because he needed fresh air. He began to sleep with the windows open for this reason as well. Every night, Peeta would toss back and forth on his bed in the bedroom he shared with his older brothers, thinking of Katniss Everdeen. He would sweat from exhaustion and from the heat that would rise up into their second- floor bedroom. So he would wait until his brothers were asleep to open up the windows. It was thanks to the fresh air that he could breathe again, and it was for that reason only that he slept at all. It was she who made the first move. It was Valentine's Day, and all of the parents had been invited to their special Valentine's Day party. At first, Peeta was shocked when he saw his mother show up, but then he remembered that their bakery was providing all of the goodies, so of course she had come for that. And he wasn't wrong in assuming this. His daddy had come up to him to hand him one of his beautifully decorated cookies, but his mother simply shooed him away when he tried to approach her, claiming that she was busy setting everything up and that he would just mess it up. So Peeta sat back down at his desk to eat his cookie quietly, and he was more than astonished when he saw none other than Katniss Everdeen take the seat beside him. Peeta dropped the cookie he was holding as he gaped at her, but thankfully it landed back on his paper plate. His momma would whoop him in front of everybody if she saw him waste a valuable pastry like that. Everdeen look down at his daughter in concern. Could he possibly be dreaming? Everdeen chasing after her while shaking his head. Peeta could not believe his luck. Katniss Everdeen had kissed him! He touched his cheek in disbelief, and he could still feel the lingering sting of her soft lips against his flushed cheeks. It was the best feeling in the world, and he just had to share this with somebody. So he stood up and ran towards his daddy to tell him what had happened, but in that moment his mother approached them and heard everything. She was not happy for him at all. I cannot believe you would associate yourself with that Seam trash, Peeta. You are such a disappointment. I do not know where I went wrong with you; you were a terrible mistake. In the end, he ended up taking a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe Peeta's nose. His momma was so mean to him sometimes, and he couldn't understand what he had done wrong this time. Everyone in the class was staring at him now, but he could care less. He tried to rub his runny nose with his fists, but his daddy told him not to pick his nose because the booger monster would eat his fingers, and that only made him cry more. Everyone knew that Jack's great- aunt Ripper had lost her hand to the booger monster when she was a kid, and Peeta did not wish to suffer the same fate. His life was hard enough as it was; the struggle was real. It wasn't until all of the parents had gone home that Katniss approached him again, and he offered to share his cookie with her, splitting it in half so that that they could both eat it. I've never seen you pick your nose. We're in the same class, silly. I've seen how you double- knot your shoelaces now so that you don't trip anymore, and how you always open up the windows when it's too hot. He asked her if she had liked it, and she nodded happily and gave him another quick kiss on the cheek, and he blushed. He was in love. Eleven years old. Katniss Everdeen no longer smiled at him in the hallways, or held his hand beneath the desk. Her father was dead, and Peeta did not know how to console her. He knew it was beyond him when she stopped talking to him completely. She started avoiding him and ignoring everything he said, and she never sat beside him anymore. Peeta was hurt by her rejection, but he understood that she was grieving, and there wasn't much that he could do to help her. He couldn't bring her father back. He couldn't even be her shoulder to cry on, because she wouldn't let him. The days passed, and she began to appear thinner and thinner. Peeta grew very worried. When he expressed his troubles to his older brothers, they simply shook their heads at him, telling him it was a bad idea to start sneaking her some bread, as he had suggested doing. He couldn't let her die, but he also couldn't get away with it without his mother finding out, and he was afraid of what she would do to Katniss. Every evening, he would stare out at his window and watch her dig through the trash bins, and he would just sit there and cry because he was as useless as his mother had always said he was. He had to do something and soon, before it was too late. It was during those heartbreaking evenings that he discovered the beauty of the sunset, and he started painting it. He had an idea, and painting helped him think. Whenever his father would teach him to decorate cakes, he would come up with ideas as he painted them, and soon he had it all planned. He knew exactly what he had to do, and he knew that there was no more time to stall. But the orange- red sunset wasn't there to inspire him with warmth and hope when it happened. No, it had been raining hard the day that he saw Katniss Everdeen dying of starvation beneath his apple tree. She was so thin and frail that the torn, filthy gray rags she was wearing hung from her bony frame even in the rain. Katniss had been pawing through their trash when Peeta tossed two loaves of bread in the oven and turned up the heat to let them burn. The smell of burnt bread soon wafted through the house, however, and soon he heard his mother's angry footsteps stomping towards the kitchen. Throw them out to the pigs. He met Katniss's desperate eyes as he threw the last piece of burnt bread closer to her, and then he ran back inside the house like the coward that he was. His mother gave him the beating of the life, but it was worth it, and he only cried himself to sleep because he was worried about Katniss dying. But the next day, he saw her at school. She was alive, and he was overjoyed. She met his eyes once again, and he looked down shyly and saw a dandelion and picked it up. It was then that he remembered that Katniss's father used to hunt. The brutal winter was over and spring had come. He blew the dandelion and made a wish. There was hope. Sixteen years old. Breakfast at the Mellark's was usually bland and consisted of two- day- old scones and tea without sugar in it. But Peeta had gotten used to it and he now preferred drinking his tea without having to use the .
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