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littlerosette · 3 months

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everlark/thg fic recs!

i just wanted to share some love with the fics that i find myself continuously going back to and enjoying <3

on the threshold by ghtlovesthg: by far my one of favorite “i know this would have happened anyway” fics. katniss and peeta’s relationship is adorable, and i really enjoy this author’s portrayal of smitten!katniss. it’s exactly how i imagine her and it’s adorable. they just like each other so much.

the heartrender by juniebugg: helnik!everlark au. i have a weakness for enemies to lovers and this more than hits the spot. the ending is gorgeous. stunning piece of writing.

the unrecorded hours by hollycomb: this fic has been praised to death but i am deeply obsessed with it. katniss and peeta felt very appropriately prickly and messy with each other, which i think fit considering where they’re at mentally post-mj. the ending was also so quintessentially Them.

which of your lives is this? by writingforhugs: this fic has way too few kudos for what a masterpiece it is. it’s katniss traveling through italy with peeta, and it’s pure, unadulterated escapism. the detail is so rich that it actually feels like you’re on the journey with them, and the chemistry is impeccable and so sexy. i adore this story.

hero of the story by atetheresmind: first of all, i love everything from this author. second of all, this story is amazing. “no games” fics are probably my favorite everlark fic subgenre and this one is written to perfection. katniss and peeta have an affair on their spouses and have to deal with the consequences when their relationship is discovered. the characterization is amazing and i love how the author handled the fallout. gorgeous story.

blowout by annieoakley1: age gap everlark fic and probably my favorite one. this story is so sexy and i love love love peeta and katniss’s relationship in it. katniss is so predictably Herself that it’s fun to watch her navigate a relationship she knows she’s gonna get shit for being in.

our little fires by brimay: a new fic and stunningly gorgeous. katniss and peeta fall in love before the reaping and their entire experience in the games is changed because of this. i adored the recurring theme where their love was the real rebellious act, their “little fire,” which i think struck so true to the heart of the actual trilogy. this story is amazing.

the project by ronja: unfinished but stellar. katniss and peeta’s bond is so sweet and their chemistry is amazing. it also helps that katniss is in a relationship with gale for a majority of the story, which lets you see how much she truly likes peeta compared to him. it was adorable to see them in a fake marriage scenario and they both relish in every bit of it. this story is “ivy” by taylor swift personified.

the hanging tree series by sparebitofparchment: this a peeta’s pov retelling. right now it’s on catching fire, but the writing is so so stellar. it’s perfectly angsty and beautiful, and flowery enough compared to katniss’s pov that it feels like you’re seeing everything through peeta’s eyes. gorgeous series.

and many graces by encroix: this is kind of exactly what i’m talking about when i say messy!everlark post mj. peeta and katniss are so desperate for each other but also so flawed and uncommunicative in their expectations that they end up hurting each other repeatedly. it’s beautiful and i love it. i cried multiple times reading it.

my heart is yours, and yours is mine by songbirdheart: the most enchanting, folksy, almost fairytale adjacent series ever. it truly is written with so much magic that it feels like a collection of short stories that you’d find in an old folktale book. every story is wonderful but i also have a particular fondness for the gadge one shot. it’s adorable and i love the way all the characters are written.

thg fic/non-everlark

where soul meets body by ellizablue: annie x finnick love story from her games to the aftermath of his death. wretchedly beautiful story. the writing is amazing and i cried several times reading this. it’s one of my absolute favorite fan fictions of all time and i reread it very frequently.

i’m yours to keep and i’m yours to lose by fkevin073: a modern snowbaird au where lucy gray and coryo are toxic exes who can’t leave each other the fuck alone. their mutual obsession and dysfunction was so fun to read and the pure, twisted soulmatery between them honestly was like a drug to me. i Love unhinged romantic leads.

the end of the world by fernwithy: this whole series is amazing but i was especially in love with this first installment. it’s a retelling of haymitch’s games and it’s amazingly done. haymitch feels appropriately brilliant, and watching him navigate the arena was gripping. i was unexpectedly touched by the relationship he develops with maysilee during this story. beautiful, gut-wrenching story.

#the hunger games #fic rec #everlark #odesta #gadge #snowbaird #among others

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waywardangel-wilds · 2 months

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Too many beds Everlark prompt:

Katniss and Peeta are traveling and every time they get into their hotel room there are 2 twin beds. For some reason, no one (Effie? Gale?) buys that they want to sleep together.

#everlark #everlark prompt #prompt

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katnissmellarkkk · 1 year

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Hello 🤗

How about Everlark and no. 35? Thank you so much 🥰

Hey! Thanks for the prompt! This is more sweet and fluffy than I originally planned but 🤷🏼‍♀️. Who doesn’t like a little sweetness on a Tuesday morning? 🥹

Also this is my very first time writing in like 6 plus months so go easy because I’m rusty 🥲.

Prompt: A Kiss To Gain Something

“Peeta,” I call out, using the front entrance — the public entrance — of the bakery for once. “Hello?”

“Back here,” he murmurs faintly, sounding rather preoccupied. My brow furrows in confusion, considering it’s his usual lunch time, in which he closes the bakery every day for an hour. I can’t think of one single task he could be preoccupied with.

And then the smell of something sweet hits me like a tornado.

Like a mouthwatering, sugary, irresistible tornado.

And then I know exactly what he’s doing.

“Peeta,” I call again, in a sing-song tone now.

And then he knows exactly what I’m doing. He recognizes the shift in my voice immediately. He knows exactly where I’m going with this, exactly what my intentions are, and as I make my way over to him, I see I’m just in time to watch his shoulders sigh up and down.

“Katniss,” he says, a gentle warning in his voice as he moves away from his baking station. He meets me halfway between the cash register and the door to the back room.

A clear attempt to keep me from the cinnamon rolls he just pulled from the oven.

“I’m not going to eat them all,” I promise, while subtly peering around him to check if he’s frosted them quite yet.

“That’s what you told me last time,” he murmurs wryly, placing his hands on both my shoulders and rubbing lightly. “Aren’t you supposed to still be hunting?”

I roll my eyes at his clear attempt to get rid of me. “I got bored.”

“Since when are you bored with hunting?”

“Since I’m tired of eating squirrels every night!” He chuckles, because he too is sick of the same exact dinner every single evening.

But business has been plentiful at the bakery as of late, making it hard for him to find the energy to make supper and the only thing I’m good at making a meal out of is the meat I hunt, and well, it is winter. The deer have been scarce to find for some time now and will likely continue to be for another handful of weeks to come.

Making squirrels our easiest meal available. Or better yet, making them our only meal available.

But tonight cinnamon rolls sound like a good enough dinner to me. They sound good for breakfast too, if I have it my way.

Peeta cups my face in his hands, bringing me out of my thoughts with his warm touch and the strong scent of cinnamon clinging to his skin. “I promise, I will cook for you tonight, Katniss.” He seals his words with a chaste kiss to my mouth. “But I need you to get out now.”

My face contorts in shock. “Hey, I’m your wife,” I complain, feeling a little insulted now. “You can’t kick me out. I own this bakery too.”

“Yes, and you eat almost as many cinnamon rolls as we sell,” he retorts and I cross my arms, half-abashed and half-annoyed, because he has a point. I’m not going to let him know that but he does.

But he still doesn’t like to see me so put out, so immediately he changes tactics. “Sweetheart,” he whispers gently, leaning down and kissing the side of my face, moving his mouth in a circuit from my cheek to just behind my ear. “We’re almost out of the ingredients for cinnamon rolls and the demand for them is so high right now. I gotta make sure there’s enough for tomorrow.”

But I don’t hear a word he says. Not really. It all goes in one ear and out the other. Instead I passively allow him to travel the path between my cheek to behind my ear, from my jaw to the corner of my mouth, and back again, at least three times before I make my move.

Instead of trying to sneak by him or trick him, I go for a manipulation technique much more my style. Some silent, upfront pleading.

With my lips this time.

He already knows what’s coming when I reach both my hands up on his shoulders and push myself into his arms.

I can almost feel him roll his eyes at me this time, as he picks me up off the ground.

“This isn’t going to work-” He tries to say, but I cut him off, rather abruptly, with my kiss.

And unlike his, mine isn’t chaste in the least.

He tries to stay stoic at first but, to neither of our surprise, he cracks rather swiftly under temptation.

“Katniss,” he sighs, when I finally break the kiss off, moving down to his neck, finding that spot of skin that he can’t resist when I graze with my teeth.

Just as I expect, his knees buckle a little when I open my mouth and bite down.

“Okay,” he concurs, as if he were relenting after being held up under torture. “You win. I’ll give you one but I need the rest to sell.”

“Fine,” I agree, feeling satisfied, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck now as he carts me towards the back room.

“You’re so weird,” he murmurs sardonically as he sets me down on my feet.

“Excuse me?” I shoot him a dirty look.

But he’s not planning to take the comment back evidently. “You go through all that just for a stupid cinnamon roll?”

“Yes,” I say automatically, my tone a little stubborn. “So what?”

“Nothing, my love,” he says quietly but he’s trying not to laugh at me.

I advert my eyes, starting to feel a little embarrassed at my determination now. “Peeta, you know that the more you say no to me, the more I want something.”

At that, he gives me an exasperated look. “Trust me, my love. I know that.”

I’m about to say something else, probably to try and defend myself again, but before I can he pulls me into an embrace, hugging my back to his chest. A tiny olive branch, I suppose.

“You love me,” I inform him as he plants a kiss on the back of my neck, moving my braid aside to give himself better access.

“Well, that was obvious,” he snorts.

I bat his hands away, giggling a little at the tingly feeling his kiss elicited down my spine, before quickly grabbing the largest cinnamon roll in the batch and heading out.

“See you at home,” I mumble as I slip through the back door with my mouth full of warm, doughy goodness.

“Katniss,” Peeta calls after me, just as I’m almost out of earshot.

I walk back, a little perturbed. “What?”

“I do love you,” he says, his eyes softening as they meet mine again. “I love you a lot.”

#everlark #thg #hunger games #Katniss everdeen #Peeta mellark #my writing #my drabbles #200 #thw

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adsosfraser · 9 months

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first kiss

an in-panem, no games everlark oneshot

wc: 2222

Today is the first day. The first day I’m allowing Peeta to go steady with me. We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for the better part of two years now, until I finally crossed that line last night when I leaned in and pressed my lips against his at the Harvest Festival.

Just the thought of it makes me giddy with joy and a blush colours my cheeks.

Of course Madge won’t let it just slide when she sees it.

“What has you all hot and bothered Everdeen?”

My head whips back from Peeta’s vacant seat in the back to Madge’s to the right of me. “What?”

Her eyes trail back to Peeta’s seat and a smirk blooms across her face. It’s honestly terrifying. The maniacal joy in the search for my misery and embarrassment clashes with the cherubic face dotted with freckles and lined with corn silk blonde hair. Oh no.

“Or should I say who?”

Before she can begin the true teasing, I’m saved by our history teacher Mrs. Earworm. There’s a first for everything I suppose.

Last night surely taught me that.

It’s hopeless to even try to focus on the lesson. Though I do have Mrs. Earworm to thank for the consistent background noise that is her droning voice to set up the backdrop of my thoughts and tune out everything.

He’s in a dark green shirt, my favourite colour. I’m in my father’s old sweater and the only pair of jeans my mother owns. I really tried to find an outfit that would make me look beautiful for Peeta, and I wanted to wear his favourite colour, but I could only find the deep red sweater with specks of burnt orange. Throughout the night, I pinch my cheeks to bring colour to them like the girls in Town do with their makeup tins of blush.

Peeta leans closer to me, his breath crystallising in the air with mine in a giant satisfying puff. We sit on a bale of hay off to the side, tuckered out from all the dancing. The sun is long gone and only a few stragglers remain, swaying close together as a slow song plays from the fiddle. No one blinks an eye at us, already too far gone in their drinks or simply not caring about two teenagers dallying out at almost one in the morning.

His hand twitches and lands on my hip. The lanterns and fairy lights above blur everything into a softlight, and cast a halo through his pale messy hair. My heart races as he places his other shaking hand onto my hip and licks his lips. I know he’s staring at mine because I was staring at his not even two seconds ago.

Is this what my mother felt like? Drawn into my father like a moth to a flame?

I want his light to flood into me. I don’t want to capture it in a jar but I want to let it flow in both of us, so we can bask in it together. If he’ll allow.

As I raise my hand to brush away a lock of blonde from his eye, I smile at the small indentations left by the hay in the palm of my hand. Peeta smiles too, not knowing my reason for it, but wanting to share in it all the same. I know I react the same all the time.

It’s impossible not to smile when Peeta’s happiness shines everywhere around him and blocks out even the clouds.

His hand strokes my cheek and I lean into his warm skin with a shiver and close my eyes. I didn’t even notice his hand begin to travel from my hip until I felt his touch, too focused on the sight of his lips and eyes. I let the feeling of his warmth spread through me with a smile and place my hand over his, hoping to give him the same.

“Can I kiss you Katniss?”

I nod shyly, my cheeks blushing an even darker shade of red than I thought possible. They’ve been in a perpetual state of red ever since the Harvest Festival began. Or well, ever since Peeta walked down to my shack of a house in the Seam to escort me to the square, the whole time my hand held safely within his own.

“Yes.” Please.

His short bursts of warm breath puff against the seam of my lips. I close my eyes again. People are supposed to close their eyes when they kiss, right? Madge says it’s creepy to have guys staring straight into her soul.

I inch closer to him, connecting our hips and knees together so they’re flush against each other and there’s no space between them. Except for the fabric of our clothes. His top lip lightly brushes my bottom one and I sigh.

Everything is new and strange but I also feel like I’ve done this a thousand times with him before. I bring my other hand to the nape of his neck, tugging on the curly strands there. We pull apart, but not for long. I stare into his eyes that twinkle under the lights and surge back into him. My leg nestles between his thighs now and-

The harsh crash of a book against my desk nearly sends me into a heart attack. My hands startle away from under my chin and the finger that was on my lip drops to my side.

“Oh it must’ve been good.”

I look back to Peeta’s desk and it’s still empty. My heart drops at the sight but I try to ignore it. I’m just being silly. He probably is running late from the early morning shift at the bakery his brothers no doubt pinned onto him because of last night. I cringe at the thought. I never want Peeta to be in trouble because of me.

“Shut up Madge.” I hiss at her and clumsily gather my things to scurry out of the room.

I can hear her cackle echo behind me until I slip out through the door. I never knew she could cackle like that but I’m not surprised. She’s as special as me, even if she is a Merchant.

My pulse shoots straight up like the game with the hammer and the bell at the Harvest Festival. I don’t know how my poor heart handles me these days.

Peeta is looking directly at me over the shoulder of one of his friends. The circle of boys laughs at a joke he says and I smile at the way his eyes crease with humour. I like down at myself. I’m in a worn-down sweater darned with all different colours and patchy corduroy green pants. I frown down at my muddy boots and tuck back a strand of hair that came loose from my braid back behind my ear.

The shame is instantly gone once I catch Peeta’s smile again. My grin is so broad I fear it might split my face as I wave sheepishly at him. He keeps staring. And talking. And staring. His eyes squint, most likely with another laugh incoming.

I feel stupid waving my arm for almost thirty seconds with no acknowledgement and slap it down against my thigh.

And he rounds a corner out of sight without even a nod of his head to me.

Oh.

I thought he was different. I thought I was different.

So he only wants me under the light of the new moon. Where no one at all can see us under the dim stars. His dirty little secret.

My chest aches with a pain I never knew was possible before. Like someone reached straight inside and held my heart hostage with their inhumane grip. My heart sinks right through the floor under my feet, under the foundation of the school and deep in the dirt. I sniffle, but quickly shut that down. I’m angry. I’m pissed. I am not sad. He doesn’t deserve that from me.

Madge respects my need for space and quiet, sensing my complete change in attitude as I sit down next to her for our next class.

I don’t even know why I do it. Apparently I have no respect for myself and want him to trample all over me whenever he pleases. Or maybe I just want to yell at him, unfurl all of the hurt and anger that simmers in me and unleash it at him so we’re both stuck with it. I linger under the oak tree we always meet at after school for another second. A second too long it seems. Because he’s right on time.

His face looks far too cheery at the prospect of being with me. It just won’t do.

I turn on my heel, crossing my arms over my chest and ignore him. See how you like it, Peeta.

He catches up with me far too quickly, grabbing the crook of my elbow and forcing me to stop in my tracks.

“Hey, pretty girl, what’s the rush?”

“Why do you care?”

“Huh?!”

“You know some of your friends are still out here.” My head swivels to gesture around the schoolyard. “I didn’t think you’d want to be seen slumming it with a Seam slut.”

“Katniss what?”

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. I have some pride, you know. I’m not going to waste my first kiss on someone who doesn’t even recognise my existence but thinks he can

“What are you talking about? I didn’t see you at all today until now. I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to come into history and I needed to use lunch to feed the pigs.” His brows furrow in confusion.

I have to admit, he’s a pretty great actor. Maybe the Capitol would make an exception and welcome someone district into their ranks.

“I was right in the hallway after history. You sure were having a good time with your friends it seemed. Enough to stare straight through me even when I was waving at you for a minute like an idiot and not even give me the basic decency of acknowledging my existence.”

He frowns and turns me closer to him, both his hands on the outside of my elbows.

“Katniss, I didn't see you.”

“You didn’t see me or you didn’t see me?” I still want to be mad at him but it’s difficult with how miserable he looks, especially when his blue eyes are weighed down with everything he feels.

“Honestly I didn’t see you, I truly am sorry Katniss.” He explains sheepishly to me.

“Hmmm.”

I rip open my zipper and tear a piece of plain paper from deep in the bowels that is the pit of my bag. I’ve seen my mom do this test enough to understand what to do. It’s simple enough, really.

“Stay put.” I uncap the marker and walk slowly away from him, squinting myself as I approximate the distance that was between us in the hall. I scribble a letter onto it as I hold the cap in my mouth and press the flimsy paper against my palm. “Now what does it say?”

I hold up the card to my chest.

“Um… little d?”

I look at the letter in my hand and frown. An uppercase B is definitely not a lowercase d but they are similar enough.

“Hold on.” I call out to him.

I flip the paper and scribble a giant A with the marker and hold it up.

“T?” His response raises up at the end in an uncertain voice.

I shake my head with a teasing smile. As I approach him, I wag my finger back and forth at him and place the paper in his hand. The other hand is reserved to hold mine and he squeezes it in relief at my acceptance of his affection and attention now.

“You sir, need glasses.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I can see perfectly fine Katniss. I don't need glasses.”

“For most things, yes, but my little baker boy I’m sorry to say you definitely did not pass the eye exam today.”

He sighs, looking up from our linked hands into my eyes with a timid smile.

“It’s just-” I nod, encouraging him to say what’s on his mind. “If I admit it then it’s real. I really thought it would go away on its own somehow.”

I smile at the notion and shake my head at him again. Bringing our hands up to my face, I press a kiss to his knuckles.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure this out together. Maybe someone in the Hob will have glasses in good shape.”

I don’t have to say it and he knows it as well as I do. His mother would never buy him a pair of glasses.

Peeta reaches around my waist, pulling my body flush against his and I tuck my head under his chin.

He breathes into my hair. “I’m sorry my eyes didn’t capture your magnificent beauty in the hall today. But you really are so pretty today and everyday.”

“Apology accepted.” I grin up at him. “You know how you can make it up to me?”

He leans into me with a grin, of the same mind as I am.

#everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark fic #everlark drabble #one shot #adsofraser writing #no games in-panem au #thg #the hunger games #first kiss #everlark one shot

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lemonluvgirl · 6 months

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The Mockingjay Cries at Midnight

So, here I am again with another weird Everlark Christmas-themed story. This time I decided to go way-waaay out of the box and try a Christmas/mystery/thriller. Yeah. I know. Should be fun lol. Very festive. Hope you like the first 2 chapters.

Chapter One: The Journalist and Slippery Slope

The winding roads were icy and seemingly endless. Not another car was in sight on the lonely stretch of highway he was traveling. His legs had lost feeling from continuous driving, and his fingers were starting to feel a bit numb too, but not from lack of movement. It was the seeping cold that seemed to pervade everything, despite the heater being turned up to full blast in his old Jeep Cherokee. Bing Crosby’s velvety voice was “Pa-rum, Pum, Pum, Pum,”ing along on the radio, and Peeta Mellark was humming along off-key in a desperate effort to stay awake.

He had been driving for too long, he knew that, but he was very near reaching his destination. He was used to going to uncomfortable lengths to get the story he was after. He had done this before many times. Wisconsin for instance, he drove 9 hours in the rain to make it to Steven’s Point, and it had been hell on his back but he got there, and he got his story. They had to run second and third prints to keep up with the demand. And in Villa Ridge Missouri, he had to stake out an abandoned stretch of road for two days, but he got the story on that one too.

This one would be just like all the rest. A little discomfort, a little lost sleep, but ultimately worth it in the long run once he printed a full expose about the mysterious murders that rocked a little no-name town fifty years ago.

“I am a poor boy too…” His voice warbled tiredly as his eyes searched for the mile marker that would tell him where to turn, but there was a steady sleet building outside and it was getting harder and harder to see in the worsening weather.

He was looking for number 113 and going by the map he was forced to use after he lost GPS service, it was bound to be around here somewhere.

“I have no gift to bring, Pa-rum, Pum, Pum, Pum” He had already passed exit 18 aways back. That meant 113 was coming up any minute now.

“That’s fit to give a—shit!” He caught sight of the reflective marker with the numbers 113 and tried to turn, half a second too late and much too sharp, but the tires couldn’t find purchase on the slick road on such short notice.

The car started to hydroplane.

“Fuck, FUCK!” Thinking quickly, he did what all the experts said was best, which was to turn into the spin.

But he was going too fast. The row of snow covered trees that lined the highway like silent guardians blurred and drew closer in his vision.

Suddenly he couldn’t remember what was so important that he drove out to the middle of nowhere a few days before Chrsitmas to find. Surely it wasn’t this. A quick and violent end on an icy road with no one who even knew where he was this time of night.

Only his editor knew where he was headed and she probably wouldn’t report him missing for days.

All of these thoughts flew into his mind and flew out just as quickly, as fast as the old jeep spun out of control and headed for the treeline.

The last thing he saw was what looked like a woman.

A woman in a faded ruffle dress, with long dark hair, standing on the side of the road. Almost close enough to touch. Time seemed to slow-and stop altogether as she held his gaze. She had a sad, forlorn look in her large brown eyes, that were almost pleading with him. It looked like she was trying to say something, but he couldn’t make it out. It seemed important if the desperate look she was giving him was anything to go by, and he thought that look would be impressed upon him forever should he live past this terrible night.

Then the car made another revolution, and she was taken out of his sight.

Quicker than a blink everything was back to the breakneck speed of reality as the car careened completely out of control. Then there was the sound of breaking glass, the impact of wood on metal, and the sharp flash of pain that radiated through every inch of him.

And then all was darkness.

Chapter 2: The Angel with the Permanant Frown

The beep-beep-beep-beeeep of her minitor almost caused her to knock over her peppermint tea. Almost, but Katniss Everdeen caught the tipping cup at the last second and righted it. She unclipped the mini-monitor on her belt loop, nicknamed ‘minitor’ for short by all the local EMT’s and held it up as the device beeped its special four note tone again. It was the tone reserved for immediately life-threatening situations and it meant she didn’t have a minute to lose.

She grabbed her truck keys off the top of her desk, tossed on her coat, didn’t bother with her hat or gloves, and threw open the door to the office of the local quick-mart.

“Sae! I got a call!” She hollered as she rushed past the woman ringing up customers at the counter.

“This time of night?” The grey haired older woman asked in surprise as Katniss flew by.

“Rules are whoever gets the call has to head to the garage! Call Darius to cover my shift if you need extra security! Or Rory if need someone to help close up!” She shouted over her shoulder as she ran out, the chime of the bell ringing loudly behind her as the door snicked shut.

Panem county was one of the smallest counties in the continental United States. The small townships of the Seam, Hob, and Panem Town proper, or just Town, as the locals called it barely drumed up a population of 4,000 residents combined. The only EMTs the county could afford to keep were volunteer ones, and they didn’t have regular shifts or wait at the station like their big-city counter parts. When someone called 911, dispatch paged everyone within a certain radius of the emergency. Special pre-recorded tones caused their minitors to beep loudly, alerting them to the emergency.

They had different tones for ‘urgent response’, ‘potentially life-threatening’, and ‘immediately life-threatening’ situations. The call she received was the former. Luckily everyone at dispatch knew where to find her on a Tuesday night.

She usually picked up a couple shifts a week working security down at old Sae’s quick-mart. The nights were long and tedious and she spent the majority of them watching the security cameras in the office on the look out for shop-lifters or teens trying to buy beer with fake IDs. Nothing serious, at least, nothing she couldn’t handle with a stern look and few sharp words.

But this—this was a not not nothing. She hadn’t had a call this serious…maybe ever.

Working at Sae’s put her within a mile of the garage so that meant she was going to be one of the first responders to make it there. She needed one other person with her before they could leave, as per the rules. More licsenced EMTs could show up and could ride along but they would have to get there before the ambulance took off.

Her train of thought refocused as she pulled up to the old garage that housed the only ambulance and two working fire trucks that serviced the entire county. She pulled into the closest spot and hopped out down from her truck, ice crunching beneath her boots as she hurried into the garage.

She was indeed the first one to arrive and she busied herself with pulling on her EMT uniform, getting the ambulance ready to go, making sure the tires were inflated, and chained properly for ice and snow, and turning on the engine and checking that the tank was full-which it was, thankfully.

Just as she had finished taking a quick inventory of the medical supplies in the backseat she heard a voice call out from the entrance.

“Always first to answer the call huh, Catnip?” The voice of her oldest and best friend, Gale Hawthorne rang out clearly amidst the rumble of the ambulance’s engine. Of course he would be the second one to the garage.

“Early bird, and all that yada yada,” She replied as she shut the back doors and strode out to the front. Gale was already shrugging off his old coat and pulling on his EMT coveralls.

“Hurry up will ya? Any longer and the stragglers will start to show and then we’ll have to let them ride with.” She shouted as she tossed the keyes to the bus over to him before she pulled open the passenger side and slid in. She didn’t really dislike the other EMTs but her and Gale had been friends and partners for years. They had a system and they knew each other like the backs of their own hands. She preferred working with him if she couldn’t work alone, and adding other EMTs just complicated things.

Gale caught the keyes smoothly, like she knew he would, and he sent her cocky grin before he followed suit and slid into the driver’s seat.

“Didn’t think you’d be up for letting me drive.” He commented as he strapped in and adjusted the mirror to fit his above average height.

“I wanna be first out when we get on the scene.” She said quickly as she pulled on her seatbelt and then turned on the ambulance radio. It was programmed to tune into the local police frequency and there was already some chatter going on about an accident out on the highway.

“‘Course you do.” Gale said with a shake of his head. She ignored him in favor of listening to the information the dispatcher was relaying.

Katniss’ grey eyes narrowed as she heard more details come through.

Jeep Grand Cherokee 1998 crashed out on the highway—around mile marker 113—One driver spotted inside the vehicle—unconscious

“Hurry your ass up!” She hissed at her partner when she heard the last descriptor. Gale shot her a look, but she didn’t even glance at him. She was staring ahead at the road that waited outside the garage as if she could will herself onto it faster. Without further prodding Gale flipped the lights and the ambulance siren on with a flick of his fingers and then they were off, practically peeling out of the garage in the next second. Under different circumstances she might have chewed him out for reckless driving but the roads were practically abandoned tonight and they needed to get on the scene fast.

Besides, she couldn’t shake the antsy feeling she had since she’d gotten the call. There was something inside of her that was telling her that she just needed to get there as soon as possible.

The drive out to the highway usually took fifteen minutes. Gale got them there in nine.

The ambulance finally came to a stop just a few yards past the mile 113 marker.

Up ahead she could make out the mangled up shape of a jeep that had gone head to head with an old spruce and lost. Unfortunately they weren’t in an ideal position to get the injured party inside the ambulance unless Gale repositioned the vehicle.

“Hey you said you wanted to be first on the scene.” Gale replied with a shrug as he moved to undo his seatbelt. Katniss shook her head at him.

“Stay put and back this thing up properly. Doors first!” She bit out tersely as she undid her belt and cracked open her door. She hopped down and shut the door closed on Gale’s complaints, ignoring him completely as she pulled her EMT pack higher on her shoulder and started to march forward.

Sleet was still coming down heavily, and the road was slippery under her boots but her feet pulled her forward as quickly and surely as a lodestone is drawn to a magnet.

Before she knew it she was right outside the driver side door, looking in on the man who had been behind the wheel. His face was turned toward her and she could distinguish his featured clearly.

He was young, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties, he had ashy blond hair that fell in waves over his forehead. She could tell one other thing about him immediately by just looking—he was damn lucky.

The airbag in his car had properly deployed, from her vantage point she could see the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was knocked unconscious, but not dead. The airbag and the seatbelt he was wearing had most likely saved his life, even though he drove an older model jeep and that sometimes meant that air bags didn’t always work like they should. The only visible injury she could see on him was a gash on his forehead.

She needed to get him out of the car though, so she could assess the rest of him, check his torso and legs, but he looked kind big. Not as tall as Gale, but broad and stocky, with wide shoulders that were going to be a bitch to manover out of the mashed up wreck of his car if she guessed correctly.

She tried tapping on his window to get his attention. It would be easier to move him if he was conscious, also he could unlock the doors instead of them having to shatter the window or the windshield and pull him out. But the man in the car didn’t stir. She tapped louder, as she noticed the car’s radio was amazingly still going and it was still playing music.

Very familiar music.

Earth stood hard as iron

Water like a stone

Snow had fallen

Snow on snow on snow

In the bleak midwinter

Long, long ago

The version playing was a little known and even less played solo sung by a local artist. It brought back the sounds and stories of her childhood. It brought back the knife edge of pain and loss. That beautiful, effortless voice that sailed over the notes and floated down to mesh with the music was a sound so steeped in memory that for a moment she couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, she was so caught off guard.

Then there was a pop and a whoosh, the sound of the air bag deflating, and with it the radio sputtered out and died. The disturbance finally seemed to arouse the unconscious driver.

The bluest eyes she’d ever seen blinked open and locked on her. She stood there staring right back at him, caught up in the bizareness of the situation.

Then her training kicked in.

She knocked on the window again and said in her most stern but calm voice, “Sir, you’ve been in an car accident. I need you to unlock your door and roll down the window so I can help you.”

The man stared at her, in confusion for a second, but then his left hand reached out to do as she had asked. The first thing he said to her when the window came down was not what she was expecting.

“Am I dead? Are you an angel? Do all angels frown like that?”

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Winter/Christmas Masterlist (3)

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Created: November 22nd, 2023

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Snowstorm-songbirdheart (ao3) Summary: “Spring is for courting, so mother will say; summer for wedding, rosy as May; autumn for keeping you warm from the cold; winter for babies to care when we’re old.” Written for the prompt: "No games, canon. Just a good, all time favorite “it would have happened anyway” story. Maybe throw in snowstorm trope to make it seasonal?" You got it. :D

Snowstorm for a Broken Heart-Demona424 (ao3) Summary: Peeta didn’t want to be on the road with her let alone weathering a snow storm during the Christmas break, yet here he is, with Katniss Everdeen, the girl who broke his heart. How the hell is he going to deal with so much time alone with her?

The Bet-amelia_day (ao3) Summary: When a sorority bet gets out of hand and becomes a campus wide sensation, Katniss and Peeta are both forced to deal with the aftermath.

The Christmas Play-thegirlonpeetamellark (ao3) Summary: Written for the Tumblr 'Prompts in Panem' 7 Day Challenge: Holidays. Katniss helps to put on the annual Christmas play for the church at the request of her father, Reverend Everdeen. Then she meets Peeta Mellark who makes her reconsider her stance on sinning.

The Gift-Ameiko (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark spent his adolescent years in a mental institution after losing most of his family in a tragic accident. Now age twenty three and working as the janitor/caretaker at the Snow Academy for Girls, he is drawn out of solitude by the newly hired music teacher. AU set in Maine, 1942.

The Holiday Stand In-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: Modern AU. Katniss Everdeen needs a guy to pretend to be her boyfriend for the holidays, and when she meets Peeta Mellark she thinks he's the answer to her Christmas prayers. Peeta also happens to need a significant other to take home to show off to his folks. So Kantiss proposes that they pose as each other's dates for the holiday season. Just to get their families off their backs. But pretending to be in love is a dangerous game, one that Katniss might not end up winning unless she plays her cards right.

Where Did You Sleep Last Night?-LolaBleu (ao3) Summary: Blindsided, that’s how Katniss feels when she goes out for her morning coffee and runs into Peeta. It’s been two years since she talked to him, longer since she’s seen him, but there he is, standing in front of her in the sidewalk, smiling like their love story had a happy ending. Sometimes - lots of times - she wishes it did.

Wrapped In Red-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: Katniss is trying to be a good friend to her recently divorced pal. She really is. But this holiday season, fate, her own feelings, and Peeta’s daughter have other plans. An advent style Everlark story.

You Are What You Are-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: During Catching Fire, Katniss and Peeta get snowed in.

You Should Be Here With Me, Safe and Warm-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: For the Seasons of Hope Exchange. Best friends traveling home for the holidays get stranded in the most uncomfortable of situations.

#winter masterlist #winter #christmas #party #masterlist #thglibrary masterlist #everlark fanfiction #thg fanfiction #everlark #thg #christmas masterlist

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anotherbluesunday · 3 months

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✨WIP Tag Game✨

I’m definitely checking you’re fic out @michiganstray because you got me hooked! Thank you for tagging me too! I’m super excited to share this teaser with everyone. 💜💜💜

Alrighty, first Tag Game of the new year and y’all picked a good time because I’m writing the epic close to my ficlet Myth. Like I’ve said before, this story was inspired by a string of prompts, the rain, and a song. The final chapter name “Myth” captures all the more intense lyrics of the Beach House song, namely these six lines: “If you built yourself a myth, you’d know just what to give?”, “Can’t keep hanging on, to what is dead and gone.”, and “Materialize, or let the ashes fly!” I don’t want to give away too much. I want this final chapter to be emotionally and mentally cathartic for all who read it because the goal is to make you feel. What that means to you is up to you and your heart. But I want it to be something that leaves you all feeling your humanness pulsing through you like a current.

Now, here’s the snippet.

I didn't want to remember but I would and this alone felt like a death sentence.

So I kept it to myself. Fell in this spiral that was less like a swan dive and more like the aftermath of a mid-air collision. I gave Wednesday bits here and there to keep her floating in calm waters because she had no place navigating this wasteland with me. It was dishonest especially considering how we had promised to always tell each other when something was wrong. But this was where I drew the line. If what I thought had happened was what had actually happened to me then there wasn't any way I could tell her. Not entirely. And even if entirely, not right now. Not while she had millions of other things stacking up on her plate that was already full.

Staring at the wall a moment longer, I could almost make out the form of another. The shape of my tormentor. My accuser. My devil in white. I distinctly remember the color and it being draped in some way on them because it made their red hair stand out. Red hair and red nails. Slowly, this creature was coming out from the shadowed rafters like a reaper and I was lying there in wait as if I were set to die that afternoon. But it wouldn't come and drag me by the throat to my grave just yet. There was too much of this show left for it to do that.

Another minute turned into two turned into thirty until I made myself get up.

Stomach growling and skin and bones feeling particularly exposed to this crippling sense of humanness, I washed up first. Begrudgingly stood under the hot water and rinsed off the perfect combination of Wednesday's sweat and faint traces of her rose body oil. My therapist was quick to warn me of the road this relationship could travel down during our session yesterday. Said that for now it sounded healthy and supportive but that it could devolve into a codependency if we weren't careful. And I understood where Dr. Kinbott was coming from. Could see where there may be mild concern with a watchful eye waiting for the first signs of smoke. But Wednesday and I were conscious of this too.

Okay, I’m tagging both writers and artists because I want to see some gifsets that are WIP’s or hear what ideas they got for upcoming ones so yeah. lol.

I’m tagging @tastethesetears @remusjohnslupin @mistressvera @wednesdayandherhyde @michiganstray (in the words of Kylo Ren, MORE!) @darling-gemini @broken-everlark @gardenoblues @thelovelybookworm (because I also need more of what you’re cooking)

Happy writing/giffing and tag away!

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mega-aulover · 11 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Ugh, I'm super bad at this. I never know what is good...I'll do the ones that are only FFN, which are my favorites.

A Redo in Time: Imagine if Katniss had the opportunity to go back in time and redo the outcome of her life while in District Thirteen. With a second chance who would she save? How would she go about to change the very thread of time? Read and find out. An Everlark time Travel Fic.

Naked in Brooklyn: Modern AU Humor Katniss is Pregnant, has a secret, and Prim has just discovered it. Soon everyone else will as well. EX: "NO, PRIM GIVE ME THAT!" Katniss yelled. She turned pink. She turned red. She actually turned purple, when she caught her baby sister Primrose looking through her pictures on her phone.

Second Start to the Right: An Everlark Story. Katniss is the Pan and has come to realize perhaps she wants to grow up with Peeta. Here is a glimpse: "Wait Katniss" Peeta jumped up and grabbed her hand before she flew away. "You are a Lost Boy now. You cannot leave." Katniss angrily spat. "I have to go home." "Why can't you stay here?" Katniss felt as if he was rejecting her.

Toastbabies & Geese: A short humorous story set after Mockingjay. Follow Katniss and Peeta's adventure as they try to get Haymitch & Effie together for the sake of their Toastbabies.

The Story of Us: A short Story about the life of Katniss and Peeta's life long after the War. Find out how they cope with telling their children about their past and deal with life's hurdles as their children grow up.

#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #mega-aulover #stories and drabbles

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goldenslumberowo · 7 months

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Checking out some of my stuff or sending me an ASK!

Please feel free to reach out to say hello or even send me recs!

Where To Find Me

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Some of my favorites!

Hunger Games Time Travel Fix-it Fic

A competition for Prince Peeta's hand in marriage

Ancient Greece AU Everlark

Pregnant Catching Fire AU

Princess Katniss & Royal Guard Peeta AU

#an attempt to organize #stuff

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atelierlili · 1 month

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It's time take you back to the past

to play the shitty games that suck ass.

Some besties wanted a list of Everlark fics recs where Katniss and/or Peeta are blasted to the past/alternate universe to relive the events of the games to fix it, so here we are!

Time Is Never Found Again...Or Is It? (113,000 + words) by blahblahblah1703

Katniss, after talking to Snow in his rose garden, finds herself somehow back in her childhood home. She has seven months until she enters the arena for the 74th annual Hunger Games, along with the love of her life, who when she last saw him, was still struggling not to kill her, just perfect.

The pre-game everlark that happens here is 🤌. This is part one of a larger series. The sequel (which is wonderful as well) can be found here. This is the series that got me into this rabbit hole.

Afterburn ( 104,000+ words) by BlueMaple

Katniss Everdeen-Mellark goes to the woods surrounding New Appalachia, a.k.a the former District Twelve, on the morning of the fiftieth anniversary of the final Reaping of the Hunger Games. There, she is literally waylaid by her own past, and wakes in the past, six weeks before Primrose was first Reaped. Alone, grieving, terrified, and without a clue on how she got there (and then), she realizes that it will be impossible for her- on every level- to simply live through events as they transpired in her personal future. With no way to return her to that future, she is nevertheless determined to get back to her own party - hopefully with a lot less damage and fewer crucial casualties along the way.

This is apart of the All Sorrows Less series, which is still being updated. It's filled with wonderful side characters, mindblowing twists, a baby I will kill people for and GILF Katniss, what more can I say?

Second Burn ( 127,000+ words) by carnationhes

Katniss wonders if things could be different if she got a second chance. And then she gets one. This morning she wakes up back in District 12 after Peeta's warning of the bombing on Thirteen.

Have you read Second burn? Why haven't you read it yet? You should read it. It's amazing. Literally makes my brain chemistry tingle. I think this is most accurate depiction of a Katniss being blasted to the past with no meta explanation why. It's sooo soo soo good. I'm on my knees please read it and please read the sequel Ignite as well. This series is so underated please.

over and over (lost again) (13,000+ words) by TeaBrigadier

I died in the Hunger Games. It isn’t even the first time it’s happened. I’ve died in the Hunger Games five times now

This is a very self contained time loop where Katniss continuously relieves the first games until she gets it right. I know it doesn't really fit the theme, but this one makes my feel happy feelings and i wanted to recommend something that's isn't so long so I'm adding it anyway. Deathloops are fun!

Ongoing:

Catching sparks (19k words) (Last update 26 Feb 2024) by Silver_Cleo

The time when 23 year old Katniss and Peeta get transported from their home in what had once been Victor's Village of District 12, and into the bodies of their much younger selves, who have just woken up from exiting the arena of the 74th Hunger Games.

Here Katniss and Peeta get traveled to the past to the point where they just win their games. It's a great WIP. I love Everlark working together and being cute + humanizing the 74th tributes and their family <3

I'm probably missing a few, but these are my favourite ones so far. As much as I love the trope, I know it's a monster to take on from a writing standpoint so props to the writers!

I hope you enjoy them <3 There's nothing I love more than shining a light on amazing fics new and old. If you have recs of your own, please send them my way. I love this trope so much haha

@bbrooklynbabe @nightlocked-in @waywardangel-wilds

#everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #thg #the hunger games #everlark fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation

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