Arms Tonite
Title: Arms Tonite
Author: ClassicFREAK
Rating: PG
Summary: Prompt fulfillment for darkpalace at kolms Ficathon
Authors Note: Title stolen from Arms Tonite - Mother Mother because I think it's perfect for Katniss/Peeta.
It had taken me a while to rid myself of the darkness that kept trying to swallow me, but the warmth and strength of Peeta’s arms helped. He was there practically every night; to scare away the nightmares, console me after I wake up screaming, and depending on me to do the same.
We’d been sharing a bed for the better part of our time back in District 12. An unspoken promise to watch over the other, to protect the other as we had back in the arena. It became a routine for us; change in separate rooms, meet up under the covers, in the other’s arms and whisper about our days; the bread he made, the game I caught, our worries of Haymitch’s desire to drown his sorrows in white liquor, until the soothing rhythm of matching heartbeats lulled us to sleep. And when we awoke in the morning, only seconds apart, we breathed a sigh of relief from our nightmare-less dreams. Then we separate for the day.
But then Peeta has a flashback, one that has his looking at me like I’m a monster. Yelling that he wouldn’t let me kill him. That I was a Capitol Mutt. He hid in his house, one light in his living room window telling me he was still there, and I walk up to bed alone. That night I am plagued by Prim’s screams as the second round of bombs explode, throwing her back, burning her skin. Finnick, half eaten by the Mutts runs to me, screaming that I killed him, kept him away from Annie and his young son, that I am selfish for moving on after the horrors he fought through. Coin walking towards me with her gun steady at my head, taunting me with ideas for future games as she lines her sight with a point between my eyes. I hear the gun cock and watch as her finger slowly descends on the trigger. Bang.
I wake up in his arms, whispered apologies flying past my ears, and all I can say is you chase away the nightmares when I’m in your arms.
Author: ClassicFREAK
Rating: PG
Summary: Prompt fulfillment for darkpalace at kolms Ficathon
Authors Note: Title stolen from Arms Tonite - Mother Mother because I think it's perfect for Katniss/Peeta.
It had taken me a while to rid myself of the darkness that kept trying to swallow me, but the warmth and strength of Peeta’s arms helped. He was there practically every night; to scare away the nightmares, console me after I wake up screaming, and depending on me to do the same.
We’d been sharing a bed for the better part of our time back in District 12. An unspoken promise to watch over the other, to protect the other as we had back in the arena. It became a routine for us; change in separate rooms, meet up under the covers, in the other’s arms and whisper about our days; the bread he made, the game I caught, our worries of Haymitch’s desire to drown his sorrows in white liquor, until the soothing rhythm of matching heartbeats lulled us to sleep. And when we awoke in the morning, only seconds apart, we breathed a sigh of relief from our nightmare-less dreams. Then we separate for the day.
But then Peeta has a flashback, one that has his looking at me like I’m a monster. Yelling that he wouldn’t let me kill him. That I was a Capitol Mutt. He hid in his house, one light in his living room window telling me he was still there, and I walk up to bed alone. That night I am plagued by Prim’s screams as the second round of bombs explode, throwing her back, burning her skin. Finnick, half eaten by the Mutts runs to me, screaming that I killed him, kept him away from Annie and his young son, that I am selfish for moving on after the horrors he fought through. Coin walking towards me with her gun steady at my head, taunting me with ideas for future games as she lines her sight with a point between my eyes. I hear the gun cock and watch as her finger slowly descends on the trigger. Bang.
I wake up in his arms, whispered apologies flying past my ears, and all I can say is you chase away the nightmares when I’m in your arms.