Quick Rec! Recovery and Relapse (Katniss/Peeta)

Hello again! Thought I'd post a quick little rec so the blog didn't look so empty, hehe.


I'm recc'ing to you another great Katniss/Peeta Post-Mockingjay fic: ThisLittle Death's Recovery and Relapse.


Takes place after Mockingjay, but before the Epilogue. Katniss and Peeta try to pick up the pieces and keep away the ghosts that threaten to swallow them whole. Scenes of their recovery and relapse. Can they save each other yet again from this new enemy?


Why? It's short (five chapters), it shows a realistic portrayal of these characters after all that had happened (aka, it's not just fluff), and it's written well with both dialogue and prose. Here's an excerpt to entice you:

Instead, I saw narrowed eyes with a suspicious, furious edge, and that face. The face of Not-Peeta. The face of mutt-Peeta.

His whole body shook with fear and rage, and he stood, slowly, taking a cautious step away from me, his eyes burning on my face. His fists shook in his anger and his face contorted in disgust. And pain.

"You," he said, his voice low and fierce. "You tried to kill me with trackerjackets in the arena," he paused, "You wanted me dead," his brow furrowing in pain despite the fierce look on his face. And the added, his eyes pleading, his voice breaking, "Real or not real?"

My heart, which had been pounding out of my chest, slowed. I let out a breath.

"Not real," I whispered, my eyes welling with tears.

Yes, he was damaged. Yes, he was tormented. But not gone. Not gone.

Peeta's face fell, and the shaking in his limbs intensified from the subtle shake of anger to the uncontrollable tremor of panic and pain. He fell to his knees, his forehead bowed to the dirt, his sobs wracking his chest.

Finally my body moved without the lead weight of my grief, my guilt. When I rose, unthinkingly, instinctually, and ran to wrap Peeta in my arms, for the first time in weeks, I felt light.

And as he sobbed and shook, for the first time in my life words didn't fall heavy-handed from my mouth. It was effortless and right and I whispered it over and over and over.

"I love you, Peeta," and "Peeta, I'm here."

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