#everlark snippet

[mrspeetamellark]

“Are you sure about this, Peeta? Are you sure you want me wearing your property cut?” Katniss asked.

She needed to know that they were both on the same page. He’d told her several times that he wanted her to be ‘his’, but now that her cut had arrived, things were very real, and it was decision time. It was the moment they’d both been waiting for the past week.

Peeta smiled widely at her and nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, baby. I want you. There’s only one thing missin’ from my kingdom; one thing I need to make it complete.”

Katniss’ eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What?” she asked. “What’s the thing you’re missing?”

He took her hand and squeezed it. “A queen. And I want that queen to be you. Like I told you before, though, once I slide my leather over your shoulders, there ain’t no goin’ back. There will never be another man for you again. You wearin’ that cut will mean you’re mine, from that moment forward, ‘til both of us are six feet under.”

Read Mockingjay MC on AO3 HERE

#six sentence sunday #biker!peeta #mrspeetamellark writes #everlark #everlark fanfic #motorcycle au #motorcycle club romance #everlark snippet #sneak peek

[browneyesandhair]

Incorrect Hunger Games Quotes: Katniss: Why are you so angry? Don’t you love to paint? Peeta: Yes - but I can’t get this color the right shade and it’s making me mad Katniss: You’re mad at colors. Peeta: When they won’t cooperate? Yes, I’m mad at them. Katniss: Anything I can do to help? Peeta: You think it’s funny when I get mad, mad, mad. Real or not real? Katniss: Real.

Insp: ijlhowy(att)

#hunger games #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss/peeta #katniss x peeta #aftermath of the last book #incorrect hunger games quotes #snippets of my writings

[fyreflys]

Take some Haymitch Abernathy content because I love him dearly

(Spoilers for my fic Swan Upon Leda, linked in my pinned)

#fanfic #wip #snippet #the hunger games #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #haymitch abernathy #post mockingjay

[jhsgf82]

Find Me In the Garden

After weeks of not writing, this is what I end up getting the motivation for. My Everlark!The Secret Garden... FYI, title may change to “Here is the Place Where I Love You” (or that might just end up being a chapter title). And the tense and POV may change as well, haha.  

Excerpt:  The matter of Mr. Mellark taking Katniss in after her parents’ death is strange, and the whole thing gets tawdry upon discovering that while Mr. Mellark was, indeed, her father’s best friend, he also secretly pined for her mother… 

She finds this out one day, from Peeta, of all people. 

“He showed me your picture once,” Peeta says. “I remember it clearly. He said, “See this little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off and married my best friend instead.” 

Katniss’s lips part a little in disbelief. It’s true her mother was a great beauty, and it’s not surprising to her that a man (many men) should want to marry her, but for Peeta’s father to… 

“When I questioned why your mother would do such a thing,” Peeta goes on, “my father said: ‘Because when he sings, all the birds stop to listen.’” 

That’s true, she thinks. They do. Or, did… 

“I suppose it’s good for the both of us, though, that she didn’t marry my father; then neither of us would’ve been born.” Sometimes Katniss wishes she hadn’t… “And we wouldn’t be here together now.” Peeta slips his thin, pale hand into hers and gives her a smile that is just so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through her.

A faint pink tinge to her cheeks, Katniss turns her eyes away. “Is that how it works?” she asks, aloof. She catches Peeta’s shrug. 

“I think so,” he says.  

#Find Me in the Garden #Everlark!The Secret Garden #snippet #Coming Soon

[wistfulweaverwoman]

Ours is the only singular marriage in the district since the genetics program was introduced. Normally when a new husband is carting his bride to their new home, along with all of her worldly possessions, the roads are choked with small over-burdened carts and pale-faced lasses.

Today, we two are alone in this journey, the road desolate, no small comfort in the shared grief. While we wordlessly cross the district with only the sound of grit crunching beneath the wheels, the rest of the district is forced to dance and imbibe, raise their cups to our good fortune.

Peeta looks everywhere but me, his expression grim. The road is worse here; the cart groans with every dip and mound it crosses, the jolt reverberating in my bones. I clutch the lip of a trunk with one hand and grip the rough wooden edge of the cart with the other, my elbow locked to keep me from pitching over the side into the dirt. My tongue feels like cotton and my stomach churns uncomfortably.

The small wagon abruptly turns us down a street leading away from assigned housing. From any housing, as far as I know. He steers through the oldest part of the district, and I twist my head to watch the direction he’s bringing us, startled. Past blocks of abandoned warehouses to what seems like the fence bordering the district, overburdened with some kind of green creeping plant.

#a snippet from chapter 4 #the apothecary’s daughter #wistfulweaverwoman #everlark #lilymaid #wip

[uncertainwallflower]

Momentarily abandoning ICLH and expanding on this is very tempting...

#everlark #a fic i'll never write #or will i #uncertainwallflower #the hunger games #snippet

[geeky-writes]

Here is a quick sneak peek of my new Everlark fic! 🧡

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Grabbing his heavy work gloves, Peeta steps out of the tiny, cracked-brick house, pausing for a few seconds to look up at the snow-capped peaks of the towering mountains. While Peeta’s never really been a big fan of snow, he can’t deny that the mountaintops have a sort of ethereal beauty to them, especially with the halo-like effect from the rising sun in the background.

What he wouldn't give to be able to paint that someday. He’s sketched it out a few times, on those rare opportunities when he’s had enough at the end of the month to splurge on a few pieces of paper. But scraping enough money together to purchase real, actual paint has yet to happen.

And likely won’t ever happen as long as the distillery is still in business.

This fic is being written for @daydreamsandcaffeine for Fandom Trumps Hate, and will hopefully start posting around the end of June. Be sure to keep an eye on this blog and my AO3 for updates! 🧡

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #the hunger games fanfiction #fandom trumps hate #geeky writes #sunday snippet

[jlalafics]

Snippet Sunday: "Photograph"

I actually got some writing done this weekend, and I'm going about it slowly as I had a hectic week with work changes as well as deciding that I'm going to go back to school.

I'm hoping to update by the end of the upcoming week, but until then enjoy this small snippet.

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“You look like you’re having some sort of existential crisis.”

Peeta approached, smiling bright and looking as handsome as ever.

God, she hated how hot he was and how hot he made her sometimes.

He stopped in front of her chair, holding his hand out to her, and Katniss took it without hesitation. Standing, Katniss greeted him with a light kiss before weaving her arm through his.

“So, were you?”

“I kind of was,” she admitted. “It’s not that I don’t love the girls and y—the Palace.” Her body sighed in relief at catching herself before she revealed herself. “But I remember that I had a life before this. And it was quiet and full of days where I got to be creative through my blog. Now it’s nothing but—”

“Events and watching me make speeches,” he finished for her. “I get it. You don’t want to lose you. I wouldn’t want you to because the person you are is the one that I’m crazy about. So crazy about that I stop myself several times in the night from barging into your room to have my way with you.”

Peeta stopped, his arms encircling her waist. In turn, Katniss wrapped her arms around his neck.

“We’re both feeling it. The coronation is just a few days away and yet I haven’t even had a chance to take you out on a proper date.”

Katniss flushed. “A date?”

“You know…where we have dinner and a movie? I walk you to the door and hope I get a kiss goodnight,” Peeta said. “I want to woo you, Katniss Everdeen. Not as King, but as Peeta Mellark.”

“Mellark? Is that your last name?”

“Well, when my parents got married, my grandfather made them Duke and Duchess of Mellark,” he explained. “Then when Dad became King, the title went to me.”

She grinned. “I’d like that, going out on a date with Peeta Mellark.”

“You would?” Peeta beamed before pressing a full kiss to her lips. “I can’t wait. I have a lot of planning to do. What do you like to eat? Italian? French?”

“Whoa there, don’t get so excitable, even if I think it’s cute. Let’s just get the time scheduled before even getting to that point.”

They continued towards the palace and even now, Katniss still couldn’t believe that she was living there. Her gaze went to Peeta, lit by the morning sun, not quite believing he was real and solid in front of her. She thought that crushing on someone was hard, especially when that person was a King.

It was even harder realizing that you loved them.

She couldn’t determine the moment it had all changed, but it seemed to happen as naturally as breathing. This encompassing love for Peeta’s kindness, gentleness, and passion. Yes, he drove her crazy with his arrogance. However, she could see through it enough to see that there lay a person who was just as insecure in his place in life as she was.

Yet, Katniss knew that this was just another thing that they needed to get through—together.

“Hey,” she called. “Does this mean my name is Katniss Mellark?”

Peeta laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I believe it does.” He kissed her temple affectionately, his blue eyes aglow as he looked at her. “How are you this morning, Mrs. Mellark?”

Katniss pressed closer to his side.

“Wonderful.”

#Palace #Snippet Sunday #Things I write #royals!everlark #Everlark Fanfiction #Everlark

[fineosaur]

First of all, “the view between villages” for everlark is perfect. But i’d love to know more about your empire for two hunt scene 👀

i know i know rosey!! given that you're currently also obsessed with stick season by noah kahan i knew you'd understand the feeling of the view between villages. ive had it on repeat when writing this fic (a reunion modern au kind of fic, they meet again after 10 years or so apart)

then for empire.... if you've read the latest chapter you'll see that there's mention of a hunt that the starks and mormonts will go on a little bit before rickon and lyanna's wedding.

so those chapters are before, during and after the hunt. i've already got quite a bit written. it should take place as from chapter 10. here is a little snippet of rickon and lyanna DURING said hunt:

He hadn’t meant to stumble upon her. As characteristic as it would be, he did not mean to catch her unawares. In truth, he had simply been following Shaggydog’s trail on a doe. 

As his wolf carefully eyed his prey, Rickon’s eyes traced out the long braid that fell down her back and the bow that hung loosely in her hand. The arrow in her hand twirled idly as she searched the passing stream. 

She stood still, if it weren’t for the wind caressing her hair and the calculating arrow, he would have thought she were carved onto stone by a skilled chisel. 

With no movements on his side, Lyanna readied her weapon, aiming to the stream until a swift turn, and she released a shaft at him. Instinctually moving to the side with Shaggy’s growl, the arrow noisily hit into a tree a few steps behind him, sending the doe to the opposite direction. 

Rickon watched his wolf stalk off and began in Lyanna’s direction with his heart racing but nevertheless a grin on his face. “You missed,” he mocked, watching her bow fall to her side again. 

“I didn’t,” Lyanna replied. She glanced to the stream again before giving up on it and staring at him instead. “It’s unwise to not have your weapon ready.” 

With his crossbow weighing heavily on his back, “Why should I be armed when I have you?” Rickon questioned. The mirth in his tone trickled like the water rushing through the stream and he felt the blood in his veins do the same. He certainly wasn’t unarmed, and he knew more than any other that his arrogance was foolish in the Wolfswood, but he walked on further, closing the distance between them as he still felt Shaggydog nearby.

#thank you for the ask rosey <3 #i literally cannot wait to have you read all that is to come. i cant believe ive been writing this for 3 years #an empire for two #lyckon #rickon x lyanna #everlark #my writing #asks #stompandhollar #so many snippets lately ! ive been generous

[bethpeaches123]

Six Sentence Sunday: Oh, it’s you - Chapter 8

“It was really nice, thanks. It was great to see where Prim lives and see her daily life and meet her friends. She’s doing really well. California seems to suit her. It’s hard to imagine her anywhere but here, but she really does fit in well there,” Katniss said, busing herself with the cups and teabags.

She told him about San Francisco and their trip to the wineries, answering any questions he had along the way. The two of them were dancing around the delicate topic of the last time he’d been in her apartment, but she knew it wasn’t her responsibility to bring it up just yet. They’d get there.

#six sentence sunday #six sentence tag #the hunger games #everlark #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #everlark fanfic #everlark fanfiction #bethpeaches123 writes #the hunger games fanfiction #oh it's you #hunger games fanfiction #thg fanfic #six sentence snippet

[mrspeetamellark]

Preview of Chapter 2 of Mockingjay MC:

“How do you deal with all this?” Katniss asked Annie and Madge. “Especially since you live in the same house the sweetbutts do and have to see them dressed like skanks every day, parading in front of your men.”

“By focusing on the connection we have with our guys, and remembering that there’s nothing wrong with smacking a ho when she deserves it,” Annie said with a wink.

“You’ve had to get physical with club girls?” Katniss asked, impressed.

“Oh yeah. The last skank who decided to talk smack to me got her face rearranged by the dining room table,” Annie answered with a chuckle.

“No shit?” Katniss asked, laughing.

“No shit,” Madge said, grinning widely. “Don’t let her quiet demeanor fool you. Annie Odair is a badass biker bitch.”

#six sentence sunday #everlark snippet #motorcycle au #everlark #everlark fanfic #mrspeetamellark writes #biker!peeta

[thesweetnessofspring]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @thelettersfromnoone for WIP Wednesday, where we post the last sentence or snippet or plot bunny of a WIP.

Last thing I was working on is my unpublished WIP The Huntress and the Beast, and Everlark Beauty and the Beast. Here's a snippet of the last thing I wrote:

“I still owe you,” I say. “You saved my life, and Prim’s. And I never even thanked you.” Peeta gets quiet and his mind is somewhere far from here. Maybe back on that rainy day all those years ago, when we were both still kids and he hadn’t been made into the Capitol’s beast. Before everyone he ever loved died. All that history haunts the darkness of his eyes. “No,” Peeta says. “It’s the one thing I’ve done that I know was good. It’s the only reason I’m still here.” And I have no idea what he means by that. How could giving me that bread all those years ago be the reason why he’s alive? That’s the reason why I’m alive, not him.  Frustrated, I emphasize, “No, it isn’t fair. None of this is.” “And what made you think life was ever fair?” Peeta asks me, using a bitter tone.  “Maybe it’s not, but it should be.” “Good luck with that.” I fold my arms and turn away from him to stare at the fire in furious silence. I consider limping up the stairs to go to bed on my own, but Peeta holds me and takes us through our nighttime routine anyway. He carts me to the bathroom, then leaves as he goes to light a lantern in my room and turn down my covers. He picks me up again, carries me up the stairs and tucks me into bed. I don’t talk with him the whole time, but before he shuts the door to my bedroom I can’t help but say, “Good night, Peeta.” He pauses, then replies, "Good night, Katniss."

Tagging: @katnissdoesnotfollowback @katnissmellarkkk @waywardangel-wilds @lavenderbehindherear @missmoony

#wip wednesday #the huntress and the beast

[fyreflys]

*cackles evilly* I’m mean. I’m wicked. I like to torture my readers.

[Snippet from CH4 of Swan Upon Leda (out now- linked in my pinned) and a snippet from my CH5 draft]

#the hunger games #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #wip #snippet #fanfiction #fic wip #post mockingjay #swan upon leda

[jhsgf82]

There’s No Crying in Baseball!

For @ouateverlark​

Prompt #11:  Based on Movie “A League of Their Own” with Katniss as Dottie, Prim as Kit, Haymitch as Jimmy and Peeta as Bob. A chance to expand on the Dottie & Bob (ahem Katniss and Peeta) relationship through letter writing. Baseball hijinks. The joys of figuring out who to cast as the other players on the team. ⚾️🏟🧢💕[submitted by @katnissdoesnotfollowback ]

A/N: Here are a couple of snippets just to show you all that I am in good faith working on this, even though I’m being super slow about it. I’ve tweaked these two scenes from the movie (some small bits are verbatim or paraphrased and others are completely different) and attempted THG-ing them. Don’t mind my strange sense of humor, lol. Hope you enjoy this sneak peek!  

“This is our daughter Katniss,” she said in a proud tone of voice, head held high, chest poked out, extending her arm dramatically. “And this is our other daughter,” she sneered, “Katniss’s sister.” 

“He never said that!” 

“No. Maybe not exactly like that... But you’ve always been Dad’s favorite!” 

“I’m not. Why do you think that? Just because we went hunting together and you were too young? Frankly, you wouldn’t have been into it, anyway. Who was the one Dad always brought dolls and sweets home for, the one he lifted up in his arms and hugged and kissed? Not me. I was more like his pal, his partner. You were his precious daughter, his little girl.”  

“You were his precious daughter, too,” argued Prim. 

“I guess so,” muttered Katniss. 

“But you should hear how he (and everyone) talks about you,” persisted Prim. “Katniss is so capable. Katniss is so smart. Katniss is so beautiful.” 

“Oh, come on now,” Katniss had to chime in on the last one. 

“It’s true... Wish I looked like you,” Prim muttered under her breath. 

“Are you kidding me, Primrose? With your blonde hair and blue eyes? I’m as ordinary as this dirt beneath our feet compared to you.” 

“Not too ordinary to land the baker’s son.” Prim smirked. 

“Pure dumb luck. Peeta just…lost his mind there for a little bit.” 

“Lost his mind? Well, yeah. Ever since he was 5. He’s been a goner for you since then!” Prim grinned cheekily. “Or so I hear tell.”  

Katniss’s cheeks flushed. Even after all this time, thoughts of Peeta could still do that to her. 

They walked on together. 

“Well, Rye Mellark likes you,” Katniss deflected.  

Prim spun around and nastily scowled at her. “Rye Mellark is one step up from dating a pig!”

Katniss pressed her lips together, stifling a laugh. “But an important step.” 

Prim scoffed. “Yeah right. It’s obvious you got the good Mellark of the bunch.” 

I did, Katniss thought to herself. 

“And it’s obvious that I will never have what you and Peeta have.” 

“I didn’t know you wanted that.” 

“Yeah, well, maybe I do!” Prim kicked at the dirt. 

“Oh. Okay. Sorry.” They continued walking, in silence for a minute or two, until Prim broke it. 

“Besides,” muttered Prim, “if I married Peeta’s brother that’d be too weird. Like…incest or something.” 

Katniss gaped as if shocked by Prim’s statement, and then they both burst into peals of laughter. 

It would be pretty weird. 

*** “Katniss bought her for me,” said Prim proudly, and Katniss couldn’t help but smile. Even if there was constant tension between them due to Prim’s jealousy, that had been a special, unforgettable moment between the two of them. Prim had been sick, and Katniss had wanted to do something nice for her. So, she’d bought her the goat. She’d even placed a pink bow on her, and Prim had been overjoyed. That day, Katniss had been the hero big sister.  

“Well, what’s its name, then?” asked the scout. 

Although Katniss could tell he was just feigning interest, teasing them, even, Prim answered, “Lady. Her name is Lady.”  

“Aww, how adorable,” the scout snarked. 

Prim one-arm shrugged as she continued milking Lady, the milk squirting into the pail with little ping-pings. The scout, Heavensbee, was cringing the entire time. 

Clearly a city boy. 

“Doesn’t that hurt it?” he asked, still making a face. 

Katniss glanced over at Prim’s hands on Lady’s udders, then back at the scout. “Doesn’t seem to.” 

“Well, it’d bruise the hell out of me!” 

Katniss rolled her eyes. “First of all, the goat is female. And second, those are udders, not tes-” She cut herself off, her glance flitting to the side.  

“Oh, can’t you say it?” Heavensbee guffawed. “Didn’t you say you were a married woman? I think you can say the word test‒” 

“Don’t.” Katniss held up her hand, cutting him off. “We are ladies.” 

Plutarch Heavensbee was smirking at them. “Really? Coulda fooled me!” 

Katniss scowled at the scout, then stood up. She didn’t know what she planned to do exactly, not hit the guy‒she was brought up better than that, and what would Peeta think?‒but she didn’t want this stranger, this intruder on their farm to think he could talk to her that way. She took a couple of steps forward, crossed her arms and squinted at him menacingly. 

“Alright, alright,” said Plutarch, holding up his hands plaintively. “I didn’t mean to get your knickers in a twist. Just, ya know, observing that the two of you could use a little…grooming. And perhaps a bath.” He muttered the last part under his breath, wrinkling his nose up in disgust. 

Katniss glared over at him. She was seriously reconsidering hitting him, but again, she thought of Peeta. He’d have the perfect thing to say rather than resorting to physical violence. 

Okay, so she’d try words. 

“Yeah, well, we work on a farm. With animals. What did you expect? We can’t all be stuck up, rich, fancy city boys.” 

Heavensbee laughed. “You’ve got spunk, darlin’. Spunk and talent. And that’s why I’m gonna give you the shot of a lifetime.”   

#JHsgf82 writes #snippet #There's No Crying in Baseball #based on A League of their Own #for Once Upon a Time Everlark challenge 2022 #rough draft #WIP #thus subject to change

[notsocooljess]

Glances

Hi everyone! I literally have not used this blog in about 100 years, but I have been lurking on tumblr since rereading THG series a few months ago, and I have been inspired to write Everlark fanfics. I am kind of proud of my first one and would like for it to get some more traction on AO3, so I'm posting it here. I'm not sure what I want this blog to be or where I see it going, but for now it will be used to cross-post fics as I write them.

Here's a snippet of my writing. Link to the finished one shot is at the end. Hope you enjoy it! (If you do, I'm currently writing a longer piece) :)

Glances

His father points her out to him, an introduction paired with a story of a love once lost. He takes in her hair, two braids falling down her back, and her outfit, a simple red plaid dress. Both spin with her as she twirls and laughs with glee, her hand clutching her father’s finger as they walk - dance - along the school yard to the entrance way.

He cannot look away.

When she stops spinning, her eyes find his, and she meets him with a big smile, which he returns with his own. He wants to run to her, to welcome her, but soon she’s twirling through the front doors.

Later, in music class, when the girl eagerly says her name, Katniss, and volunteers to sing The Valley Song, he perks up at the chance to hear her voice. He listens and knows he's a goner. And when she sings, he locks his eyes on her, but hers are too lost in song to meet his in reply.

—

Her stomach rumbles, and she pulls out her rucksack with her lunch. Some fresh picked berries and a squirrel leg courtesy of her father, and a cold porridge from her mother. It’s nothing special, but she knows she can’t be picky, so she’s grateful nonetheless.

No matter how grateful she is, however, she cannot help but notice the boy in her class’s lunch - the one she sees look her way on occasion. He has a hearty piece of bread and a thermos full of stew. To finish it off, he has one perfect cookie, cut into the shape of a star. As he bites into it, she notes how the delicately piped blue frosting perfectly matches the color of his eyes.

She has to force herself to drop her gaze.

To keep reading, go here.

#everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #mywriting #the hunger games #canon compliant #one shot #everlark one shot #jess writes

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

General Rated Fics Masterlist (4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

Created: December 12th, 2023

Last Checked: —-

A Taste of Love-mrspeetamellark (ao3) Summary: An Everlark secret admirer fic. Written from the following prompt on tumblr from lemonluvgirl87: How about a prompt based on the idea of Peeta secretly courting Katniss through food dishes he prepares and leaves outside her door, on her desk, etc? And she falls in love with the food (it's tailored to her tastes and interests) and eventually really wants to find out who is cooking for her and knows her so well. Then she finds out it's Peeta somehow and BAM! They fall in love.

always and together-asmileyoucouldbottle (ao3) Summary: One night, Katniss hears Peeta upset from night terrors, and goes to him. There, she makes a vow to herself and him to stop pushing him away and stand by him. Takes place month after Peeta and Katniss move back to District 12.

Assignment: Kitchen Duty.-albinokittens300 (ao3) Summary: As a refugee of the rebellion, Katniss is assigned to work in the kitchen in the underground District of 13, which apparently still exists. There she sees the familiar yet unfamiliar face of Peeta Mellark, and enacts a plan to repay a debt. It doesn't go exactly how she expects.

Forts-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: Snippets of Everlark reclaiming their childhood post war

i saved you a piece-Word_Addict (ao3) Summary: Post Mockingjay, Peeta bakes bread and reflects on life.

Not Going Anywhere-sweetlovegone (ao3) Summary: "Before I can really register the events of the past minute, I feel those strong steady arms that guarded me from the nightmares wrap around me and hold me as tight as possible." Oneshot. Mockingjay Reunion if Peeta hadn't been hijacked.

Office Affairs-Pagedancer87 (ao3) Summary: AU-Modern Everlark Story done for birthday prompt for @everlarkbirthdaydrabbles on Tumblr for the prompt: fluffy coworker everlark

Turkey Shoot-alliswell21 (tumblr) Summary: Peeta has secretly been getting hunting lessons from Gale, so he can surprise Katniss with a non-store-bought turkey for Thanksgiving.

Under My Skin-VanillaCottonCandy (ao3) Summary: “I always, always loved you. So much.” He says it, not as a compliment or endearment, but as a dark fact, as a burden to bear. As if it were a heavy load he was forced to carry. “Did that mean anything you? Did I mean anything to you? Or was I just second best to him?” / Day at the lake goes incredibly wrong when tracker jackers come into the mix.

Wild Onion Flowers-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: “I gave you flowers once? Real or not real?”

#general #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #masterlist #general masterlist