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Protective For A Reason - Peeta Mellark

Peeta x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 837

Requested: hey, idk if you’re still wanting to do this, but could I request a Peeta Mellark imagine. Maybe where you’ve just won the games together and he’s super protective of you around other people? Idk fluff please :))) thank you so much hun xoxo - @Anon

Authors Note: First Hunger Games Imagine Ever!!!!!! Thank you for requesting for it! 

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Peeta felt like something had been wrong with y/n for a few days now. She’s been different since the games, obviously. But something was off in a different way. “Are you ok?”

“Hmmmhmmm” Y/n hummed looking out the window of the train.

“Y/n?” Peeta moved to sit down next to her, close enough to the point that their thighs were touching.

“I just don’t want to do, this.” her voice cracked, and Peeta could see that her eyes were watering.

“Me either.” he agreed nodding along, but he was more concerned about her.

“We’re suppose to be done with this. The games are over. We-” Y/n voice trembled, she was so stressed. They won the games. There over, but this whole touring and train thing. Its taking a toll on Y/n, in a way that frightened her.

“I know, I know. Come here.” Peeta pulled her gently into his chest, wrapping his arms around her trembling body. Which Y/n leaned into completely, not being able to hold it together anymore. Not on her won.

“Why can’t we be done with this?” Y/n cried into his chest.

“I know. I wish there was something I could do to help.” Peeta spoke as he rested his chin on top of her head. He wished for anything, that he could do something for her in this situation.

“Its not on you Peeta.” Y/n stated as she pulled back to look him in the eyes.

“I still wish I could protect you from this.” he spoke cupping her face looking deeply into her eyes.

Y/n smiled at him, raising her hand to hold onto his wrist. “You protect me in more ways than one, Peeta. You do more than enough for me. Thank you.”

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Not as long as I can help it.” Peeta told her in a voice that left her unable to answer.

“I believe you.” she nodded, understanding what he ment in the underlining of his statement.

She knew Peets would continue to protect her. An she had a idea to what extent. She just felt bad that he was always taking care of her. But Peets always told her that he wanted to help and protect her. So she let it be.

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“She only won because of him.” Once of the past winners stated to the other next to her.

“Yeah, exactly. If it wasn’t for Mellark then she would’ve died in the arena.” he agreed with her, both nodding along with annoyed faces. You could tell that they knew Peeta and Y/n were standing right there, near then. They obviously didn’t care.

“For sure.” she scoffed

“Hey!” Peeta called out having enough of listening to them talk. An talk like him and Y/n weren’t near them.

“Peeta-” Y/n shook her head, grabbing his arm as he moved. To her it wasn’t worth it. She knew what a lot of people thought about her.

“No, they can’t just say that stuff.” Peeta turned to look at her. His eyes telling her he’s not gonna back down. Peeta then turned back to look at the two victors. “You have nothing to say about her as a victor. Because you know nothing about her. Did you know that she killed more people back there than I did. Sure as hell more than either or you. Did you know that she knows over 50 ways on how to kill people with just her hands? No, because you don’t know anything about her. So shut up.”

That instantly shut the two up. A two that should’ve know better, having been through the games themselves. No one expected peeta to blow up like that. He was calm and reserved. But people were learning that he was very protective of you and with that if he needed to get loud and angry he would.

“Thank you Peeta.” y/n smirked shyly up at him through her eyelashes.

Peeta smiled at her genuinely. “Its no problem Y/n.”

“I think you scared them.” Y/n giggled as she watched the two shift feet nervously every so often.

“Good” he laughed

“Out of the games yet your still protecting me.” she smiled up at him, stepping closer.

Peeta took that last step closer to her so their chests were touching, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’ll always protect you.”

“Peeta Mellark, victor and super protective love interest.” Y/n giggled, joking around with him.

“Damn right.” Peeta nodded full on agreeing with her joke.

“Do you think more people will be like that on the rest of this victors tour?” she questioned quietly. So quite in fact Peeta was sure if they weren’t this close he wouldn’t of heard her ask it.

“If they are, we’ll deal with them.” Peeta stated in a soft tone to comfort her. If more people decided they have a problem with her he would gladly tell them off.

-Peeta Mellark x reader

{You and Peeta bake… more or less}

It’s short and sweet, Enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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The sun was beginning to set, its warm orangey light stretches over the horizon and filters through the kitchen window, peaking through the curtains as Peeta works the dough under his palms. You were meant to be helping, but instead, you stood admiring him as he works under the warm evening sun, the light dusting against his skin.

Peeta can feel your eyes on him, and he smiles to himself turning to you. “Are you gonna help me, or just keep ogling at me?” He chuckles as he continues to knead the dough under his palms.

You scoff shaking your head as you snap out of your trance. “I was not ogling… I was admiring there’s a huge difference” you tell him, flicking some of the flour up at him as he tries to dodge it. You reach over to pick up another pinch of flour but his hip nudges against yours, pushing you away gently as you giggle.

“Hey… there are rules to the kitchen you know?” He says, looking over at you as his blond hair falls just above his eye, you reach over to push his soft locks away and he gives you an appreciative smile.

You frown softly, deciding to humour him. “Oh yeah, and what are the rules?” You ask, watching him as he washes his hand before turning back to you.

“Well for one… no ogling at the baker and secondly no throwing ingredients” he smirks as you roll your eyes shaking your head softly, he picks the dough up carefully placing it in the bread pan.

There’s a comforting atmosphere that blankets over the pair of you, it’s in the smell of the freshly baked bread and the way Peeta looks at you. It’s everywhere hidden within the walls of the house and stored in the pictures that are displayed.

You stand beside Peeta as he washes up the dishes while you dry them. “Could you get that baby?” He asks softly, his hands still scrubbing the bowls as he nods down to his sleeve that has fallen down to his forearm, you reach over to pull it back up to his elbow and he whispers a small ‘thank you’

The pair of you finish up with the dishes, waiting for the bread to finish cooking. The pair of you sit on the sofa. Your head rests against his shoulder as you lean into his warm touch. His hand slips into yours, and his thumb caresses your palm gently. It’s hard to fight the sleep that creeps upon you, especially since he’s warm and gentle, everything about him soothes you.

“Don’t fall asleep angel” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he feels your body lean further into him. His hand soothes against your arm, trying to keep you awake, but it has the complete opposite effect.

“M’not… I’m wide awake” you mumble, sleep lacing through your tone and Peeta can’t help but chuckle. Before he can respond the timer is ringing from the kitchen, and the smell of bread travels through the house.

Peeta stands up, stretching slightly before looking back at you. “Stay awake for me baby” he says as you sit up giving him an unconvincing nod before he disappears into the kitchen.

It doesn’t take long for him to come back with a plate of warm golden bread. He places it on the coffee table, breaking a piece off before handing it to you, with a hopeful look that flashes through his eyes as he watches you take a bite.

“It’s perfect… as always” you smile, reaching over to take another piece of the sweet-tasting bread.

“You know there’s another rule to the kitchen,” Peeta says, sitting down next to you on the sofa with a knowing look.

There’s a soft smirk that adorns your lips as you turn to him, raising your eyebrows slightly. “Mhm… and what’s that?” you ask.

“You gotta pay the baker” he smiles and you roll your eyes, shaking your head softly as you whisper. “Right of course how could I forget” leaning to press a gentle kiss to his lips, his hand resting against your cheek as his fingertips graze along your jaw.

You can’t help but smile against his lips, breaking the kiss as he pulls away with a soft look in his eyes… as if you were everything he ever needed and truth be told you were.

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