katniss everdeen · the hunger games · archery · strong female lead · protective · trauma survivor · mockingjay · romance · district 12 · peeta mellark
The tunnel walls swallowed Peeta’s anguish as he dropped to his knees, his fists beating a raw rhythm of grief for Finnick and fury at Gale. I moved without thought, the only anchor he had left. He was screaming that he was a mutt, a thing made to kill. I caught his face in my hands, my thumbs pressing into the tense muscle of his cheeks until his eyes met mine. With a violence born of tenderness, I covered his mouth with mine, a hard, silencing kiss. When I pulled away, my breath was ragged. "Stay with me," I whispered, the words both a command and the last thread of hope.