Sille's One Shots and Drabbles

The Death Of Me

(Inspired by a prompt by @/otpprompts on tumblr)
{Imagine person A giving an injured person B a sponge bath}

Ugh. Peeta was gonna be the death of her.
Or she was gonna be the death of Peeta. She hadn't really decided yet.
Peeta was currently clinging onto Katniss for what felt like dear life, so he wouldn't slip and slam into the porcelain bathtub.

A couple weeks ago, Peeta had managed to break his prosthetic. Yes, break. Katniss still wondered how exactly he had managed to do it. Some of it, she did know - she had been out in the woods the entire day, and when she came home she found a breathless, bleeding, nearly unconscious Peeta, the living room trashed, and Peeta's prosthetic broken in half. It only took her a few seconds to realize what had happened - he had had a flashback. Luckily, the only real damage done was on his prosthetic. After she had comforted Peeta, reassured him that she wasn't angry with him for what he had done, and she wasn't going to leave him for it, had a brief game of "Real or not Real?", bandaged him up, and cleaned the living room, she called Effie to ask her if she could offer any help with getting the prosthetic fixed. When Katniss had called, Effie had been ecstatic - Katniss rarely called her old escort - and Effie's excitement made her feel guilty that she wasn't just calling for one of those annoying check-ups you do with your friends and family, but was asking her a favor. She asked nonetheless - and after Effie had said yes, she kept Katniss on the phone for about an hour. When Katniss finally got to hang up on Effie, she took Peeta's broken prosthetic, and went down to the train station, where she shipped it off for Effie to pick up the next day. Effie had told Katniss that she would send Peeta a pair of crutches right away, and sure enough, when Katniss went down to the train station the next day, she found a little, pink box, covered in purple feathers, with a little card attached to it. On it, it said in fancy curly, gold letters: "From Effie to my two star-crossed lovers!" Katniss physically cringed when she read it, and the box made her nauseous, but she stuffed it under her arm nonetheless, carrying it back home to her house in the Victor's Village - technically it was Peeta's, but she had moved in a few months ago, because she felt like Prim, Gale, President Snow and her mother were everywhere in her own house. It had become too much. So, she moved into a house that didn't have any bad memories, only good ones. Kind of like a fresh start.

Peeta hated the crutches with all his heart. He hated his prosthetic enough as it was - but these two sticks that was supposed to help him stand up made him unable to do anything. Which made him restless. He almost pleaded Katniss not to go out into the woods every single day, because he could not stand the idea of being restless and alone. But, Katniss still went after about five minutes of Peeta's pleading. It had been driving Katniss mad.
Two days ago, Katniss had been so annoyed with Peeta's pleading, that had started as soon as they woke up, she just left him upstairs. The stairs we're too steep for Peeta to walk on alone with the crutches, so Katniss had to help him get up and down. Before she took off to the woods, she would ask him where he wanted to be - he would always answer downstairs - but that day, she hadn't even bothered asking him. She had just gotten out of bed, went downstairs, prepared a less than decent breakfast for him, brought up some more food and stuff he could occupy himself with, and then she had left.
Right as she opened the front door when she came back that day, she heard a loud thud, and shortly after, she saw Peeta sliding down the stairs on his ass. At first, she wanted to laugh, but then she realized how his foot was angled - not correctly, that was for sure, - and her laugh died in her throat. She immediately took him to District 12's doctor - an elderly doctor who used to be from the Capitol, - and he told them that Peeta had broken his ankle.
Katniss felt so guilty, (since she knew it was her fault for not bringing him downstairs) that she promised to stay home, so she could help Peeta get around the house, while they waited for his prosthetic to come, and his broken ankle to heal.

Oh, how she wanted to slap Past Katniss for saying those words right now.
It was finally time for Peeta's bath - something Katniss had avoided until now - but he was in desperate need of one, and Katniss knew she couldn't keep avoiding it.
So now here they were, Katniss trying to ease Peeta slowly down into the tub of warm water and bubbles.
Katniss had decided to take the bath with him - that way it would be easier to help clean him and getting him down into it. But even though they had seen each other naked a countless amount of times by now, she still felt weird and awkward when it wasn't in the heat of the moment - and to be fair - it was kind of awkward.
But finally, Peeta sat down, and then she took place behind him, wrapping her legs around his torso.
She couldn't help but stare at his beautiful back. Couldn't help but stare at the way his muscles flexed when he moved. But she also couldn't help but stare at all his scars. Many of them were burn scars that matched her own. But many of them were also from his time in the Capitol. The scars were either made by a whip or a blade, and just by thinking about it, Katniss felt her stomach flip - in a bad way. She tentatively traced a scar with her index finger, as if she was afraid she would hurt him.
As much as she had seen him naked many times, she rarely saw his back. And seeing it this up close, it almost stole her breath.
"Katniss?" Peeta asked in a soft murmur, throwing Katniss out of her trance. She quickly removed her finger, and mumbled an embarrassed sorry, beginning to search for a sponge.
"Katniss." Peeta's voice was more stern this time, and he turned around a little, to get a better look at her, but she quickly looked away. "Katniss. Look at me." Katniss carefully turned her face to his, making their eyes meet. His expression was soft and welcoming, yet slightly worried.
"I'm sorry--"
"No. There's no need to apologize, Katniss. It's okay. It's not your fault-- you don't blame yourself, right?"
Katniss doesn't answer. Because that is exactly how she feels. She can't help but feel guilty sometimes, that all the pain and suffering he has gone through, always has something to do with her. Either it's because of something she did, or because someone wanted hurt her.
"You feel guilty of the scars on my body, because you think you're the reason they're there. Real or not real?" Peeta asks softly, but confident. She knows she can't lie to him when he asks a question like that. She can't and she won't. So she takes a shuddering breath before shakily replying: "Real."
"Katniss, it's not your fault. Please don't feel guilty. I don't blame you for this, and neither should you. I'm okay."
Katniss sighs softly, before saying: "Let's get you cleaned up, okay? Turn around." He nods, knowing when not to continue a topic with Katniss. But right before he does, he presses a quick kiss to her temple, as if to really convince her that he doesn't blame her. For anything.

Katniss picks up a sponge, and soaks it in water and bubbles, before beginning to wash Peeta's back. After a few, short moments, Peeta picks up another sponge and begins to wash his chest and arms. Once they're done, Katniss offers to wash Peeta's hair, and he accepts it kindly. She pours some shampoo into her palms, and begins to spread it in his locks, now a shade or two darker than when dry. She can't help herself, as she playfully tugs on Peeta's hair, knowing he likes it a little too much sometimes. A soft, little groan escapes his lips, and Katniss can't help but smile to herself in triumph.
When she's done washing his hair, Peeta abruptly turns around, causing some water to splash onto the bathroom floor.
The way his eyes quickly drinks in her naked form, doesn't go unnoticed. And when Peeta looks into Katniss's eyes and smirk, Katniss knows that he knows his gesture didn't go unnoticed. Katniss also knows that that was exactly what Peeta wanted to happen. "Your turn," he says smugly, before grabbing her waist, and turning her around, so her back now is pressed against his chest.
Katniss feels his lips brushing over the skin between her shoulder blade and neck.
"You're gonna be the death of me," he breathes.
She smirks. "It'd be a pleasure."

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Hiii.
Omg it's been forever since I updated my one shots holy fuck😅 but it's here now and I really liked the way it came out!
This is post mj, but pre epilogue, so K&P has had sex and has said 'you love me. Real or not real?" And all that shit, in case you were confused or something😂😂

But, yeah, I definitely have a lot of great one shot ideas, so I'll try to update more often!

🍬I'll hopefully see you soon, and don't forget to comment and vote!🍬
✨Sille