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little-lynx · 1 year

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EVERLARK OUTFITS: THE VICTORY TOUR

This part of “Catching Fire” is done (finally) so I put it all together;) DISTRICT 11, THE SQUARE

I go to my compartment and let the prep team do my hair and makeup. Cinna comes in with a pretty orange frock patterned with autumn leaves. I think how much Peeta will like the color. <…> As the train is pulling into the District 11 station, Cinna puts the finishing touches on my outfit, switching my orange hairband for one of metallic gold and securing the mockingjay pin I wore in the arena to my dress. <…> I can hear the anthem beginning outside in the square. Someone clips a microphone on me. Peeta takes my left hand. // Catching Fire, ch. 4

I think this dress should be a little semi-official so I choose cape sleeve sheath midi dress. It’s perfect for autumn (and they have early autumn weather there in 11th). The hair is just plain + gold hairband = girlish innocent look like the one after the games (this tactics they choose for the Tour). Plus I wanted to draw Katniss with her natural straight hair because i draw her with her braid usually ;) And again nothing about Peeta’s outfit. You know I feel like Portia 😅 because I have to choose how to dress Peeta. I’m not complaining through. So it is black suit with golden buttons (matching Katniss’s hairband and pin), thin soft orange sweater and black leather shoes.

DISTRICT 11, THE DINNER

A pale pink strapless dress brushes my shoes. My hair is pinned back from my face and falling down my back in a shower of ringlets. Cinna comes up behind me and arranges a shimmering silver wrap around my shoulders. He catches my eye in the mirror. “Like it?” “It's beautiful. As always,” I say. “Let's see how it looks with a smile,” he says gently. // Catching Fire, ch.5

DISTRICT 7

Jackson has devised a game called «Real or Not Real» to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell him if it’s true or imagined, usually followed by a brief explanation. <...> But since Peeta’s greatest confusion centers around me—and not everything can be explained simply—our exchanges are painful and loaded, even though we touch on only the most superficial of details. The color of my dress in 7. My preference for cheese buns. The name of our math teacher when we were little. Reconstructing his memory of me is excruciating. Perhaps it isn’t even possible after what Snow did to him. But it does feel right to help him try. // Mockingjay, ch. 19

So we have only one sentence in “Mockingjay” about this outfit. And still I decided to draw it because I have a theory (head canon?) about it. I think Peeta remembers the color of her dress because it was special night for him (a lot of kisses and attempts to sneak away from everyone and maybe it felt very real at times) and also because she had two braids and the dress was red. RED is the color ❤️. / Peeta has dark red + black + a little bit gold which is also sexy color combination.

DISTRICT 5 I volunteer to take Annie back to my house in 12, where Cinna left a variety of evening clothes in a big storage closet downstairs. All of the wedding gowns he designed for me went back to the Capitol, but there are some dresses I wore on the Victory Tour. <…> Annie wears a green silk dress I wore in 5, Finnick one of Peeta’s suits that they altered— the clothes are striking. <…> As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie’s gown were done by Cinna’s hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta’s. // Mockingjay, ch. 16

Katniss: green silk dress + wavy sleeves + sea waves embroidery / Peeta: ivory dress shirt + knitted green waistcoat with sea waves embroidery + tweed suit

DISTRICT 2

Girl talk. That thing I've always been so bad at. Opinions on clothes, hair, makeup. So I lie. “Yeah, he's been helping me design my own clothing line. You should see what he can do with velvet.” Velvet. The only fabric. I could think of off the top of my head. “I have. On your tour. That strapless number you wore in District Two? The deep blue one with the diamonds? So gorgeous I wanted to reach through the screen and tear it right off your back,” says Johanna. // Catching Fire, Chapter 15

This description gave me strong “Anastasia” feels 😅. So I loosely based Katniss dress on Anastasia’s ballet evening gown. For Peeta I chose tuxedo jacket similar to Salvatore Ferragamo design for FF 12/13. Neo classic, purple velvet, shiny shoes. Also I decided to include a cane, both to help Peeta to have some rest during all this Tour activities and as an accessory.

DISTRICT 12

When we reach the mayor's house, I only have time to give Madge a quick hug before Effie hustles me off to the third floor to get ready. After I'm prepped and dressed in a full-length silver gown, I've still got an hour to kill before the dinner, so I slip off to find her. <…> She [Madge] saw my reflection behind her and smiled. “Look at you. Like you came right off the streets of the Capitol.” // Catching Fire, ch.6

When I started drawing this one I just felt that I need to make it look very “Capitol”. So I added some feathers. A LOT of sparkling feathers, haha. Also there are some “moon and stars” accessories in Katniss’ hair because this silver gown gives me moonlight vibes. For Peeta I came up with classic suit but made him wear it casually.

#yes I redraw some of them #old ones looked bad #ugh #the hunger games #hunger games fanart #everlark #everlark fanart #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #thg fanart #lynx hunger games #lynx thg outfits #victory tour #catching fire #catching fire fanart

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stay-with-me--always · 9 months

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I need to take a moment and do a deep dive on the scene where Katniss sits with Gale after he's been whipped vs the scene where Katniss sits with Peeta as they work on the plant book.

Why these two scenes? These scenes in particular I feel like have a lot of similarities as far as Katniss' narration is concerned. They are both scenes where she is alone with either boy in an unrushed, natural environment where she is capable of really looking at them and noticing them both. and in both scenes she IS actively noticing them. it is important to note though, that the tone of these scenes are pretty different, since Gale's is right after he was whipped, and she's still reeling from her intense day. Even so, the plant book scene with Peeta takes place during a time where Katniss has more reason to be worried about her life/family than ever, so I feel like a direct comparison of these isn't too much of a stretch.

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The Gale text in question:

"I touch parts of him I have never had cause to touch before. His heavy, dark eyebrows, the curve of his cheek, the line of his nose, the hollow at the base of his neck. I trace the outline of stubble on his jaw and finally work my way to his lips. Soft and full, slightly chapped. His breath warms my chilled skin." (CF, 116)

The biggest thing to note is the detail in which she describes him. Katniss takes her time and touches Gale's face with her hand, taking in his features. and yet, most of the descriptions are very generic and could adequately be attributed to most anyone's face, including Peeta's. Even the lines where she takes a bit more notice 'his heavy, dark eyebrows', 'the outline of the stubble on his jaw' are pretty vague and don't give much detail into her REALLY noticing him. the most detailed part we get is the last line about his lips.

Let's keep all of that in mind while we contrast that to the lines any Everlark fan probably knows by heart - the eyelash scene:

"I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don't notice much because they're so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they're a light golden color and so long I don't see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks." (CF, 161)

In the time it took for her to describe Gale's entire face, she only managed to describe Peeta's eyelashes. the level of detail that she notices about Peeta goes far beyond what she sees about Gale, even in a moment where she's really taking the time to look at him. The description she gives about Gale's face really accentuates her feelings towards their relationship - practical, obvious, concise. Whereas the description for Peeta just highlights what shes been thinking about him all along - interesting, perplexing, alluring. It's clear from those paragraphs that she just doesn't see Gale in the same way that she sees Peeta.

These scenes can be analyzed all day, and I've been busy making notes on the way she describes both boys, to be compiled and analyzed once I've gone through all 3 books, but I feel like these two scenes alone give a very good look into Katniss' mind and what she really sees in each of her boys.

#everlark #katniss everdeen #katniss x peeta #peeta mellark #peeta x katniss #katniss #peeta #the hunger games #catching fire

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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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ok hear me out w this dark!finnick idea; post-74th everlark, snow’s trying to do damage control and tells finnick to date another victor, and finnick’s hesitance to date his former mentee— means ofc she’s picked :( it’s not like finnick would ever put on a show to get her purposefully picked, he’s totally a good mentor and he’s defiantly never thought of ruining her, but, might as well make the most of it

alternatively omg image finnick living through the rebel’s victory— but the aftermath of the takeover meant a lot of the ppl involved in the games (no matter how small apart they played) get to executed,, including the little capitol girl who was (barely) part of his team n helped him get ready (or mb his district escort, or just like a stylist idk). helpful, helpful finnick steps up n tells her he can totally help her but it’s going to involve her losing her capital ties n taking up his name (plus they really have to sell it, so good knows how far they’d have to go, but he’s always so willing n helpful)

these aren’t requests or anything, i haven’t slept in 30 hours and I watched like my nth finnick edit whilst procrastinating prepping for my applied physics final

first of all i know i always sleep at wild times but THIRTY HOURS?? BABY GO TO SLEEP!!!

second of all, i wish you the best on your physics final ❤️

third of all your mind works wonders!!

can you imagine him seeing her again for the first time after she’s picked?? imagine nervous finnick for the first time 😭

“just our luck huh? two idiots make fools of the capitol and we end up on damage control!” your voice was as always sweet and pretty. finnick wanted to bottle it up all for himself.

“who would’ve thought?” finnick smiled, the charm may have been turned on but god was he a mess inside.

“you look good finn, grown. how’ve you been?”

i’ve been patiently waiting for the next time i see you. he wondered if that would scare you off so he smiled instead, “waiting for my lovely mentor to show and she’s here now so great.” you giggled as your touched his bicep, and his pants felt tighter, god you were adorable. you may be older than him but he has grown, and now he towers over you, dwarfs you in comparison and he adores it.

“you look stunning per usual.” you grinned and took your dress in, a gorgeous baby blue dress, with tiny straps on each side and a slit on the right side. your neck looked oddly markable to finnick but he’d refrain for now. “and you look handsome, when’d that happen?” you teased him before pinching his cheek.

you still thought of him as the same little boy from four. he could tell, but he wasn’t a boy anymore and he’d show you that.

“who knows. now, we have people to see.” he linked his arm with yours as the two of you made your way from the foyer and into the den of the capitol, hungry eyes and touchy hands pounced at the opportunity to feel the capitols darling and diamond.

he would snap every hand if he could, you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

“yes. i’ll do it, i don’t want to- no i can’t die.” you were crying now and finnick felt bad, but you’d just agreed to marry him so he couldn’t care less.

“no tears honey, you get to live.” his voice was sweet and comforting, looking up at him you felt happy. you watched him grow up, you helped him through it and now he was helping you, you couldn’t help but feel grateful.

“thank you finnick really, you don’t have to do this.” he shook his head and wiped away your tears, “you’ve been by my side for so long it’s the least i could do y/n.” your teary eyes should’ve made him feel bad but the idea of your marriage had his own heart racing. and as you hugged him he felt his worries melt away.

you were locked in for life.

#kira and anon chat <3 #dark!finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x reader

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thegreenthepeacetheorange · 4 months

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A little piece I wrote expanding on the Everlark beach scene because I got hung up on this detail:

“I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss. I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking.

“Katniss…” I feel Peeta’s lips move away from mine as he says my name, feel him tilting his head with its ruffled blonde waves to the side, his eyes closed as he breathes out a sigh. I feel my forehead wrinkle as I frown with my own eyes still closed. I open them to see myself staring at his profile as he looks down at the golden necklace between us. I know he wants to resume our conversation but my mind is stuck on his lips. How warm and soft they felt against my own. He opens his mouth again but I lean forwards and kiss his cheek. Work my way back to his lips with a trail of little kisses. When I reach the corner of his mouth, he tries again. “Katniss, listen…”

I shut him up by capturing his lips with mine again, tilting his face towards me with two fingers on his jaw. I feel him relent for a moment as his mouth opens to meet mine. Feel him meet the quiet moan that escapes my lips with his own as our tongues graze each other. His hands reach up to cradle my face as he deepens the kiss. And then they’re at my shoulders holding me away from him. I open my eyes, startled. My lips burning from where his own were just seconds ago. Everything around us remains unchanged. The sleeping victors, the sand and the sky, but Peeta’s eyes are dark and intense as they stare me down. His own cheeks burning pink with the same heat that I feel envelop my whole body.

“Katniss. We need to talk ab—”

I catch him unaware by moving out of his grasp and towards him. I’m kneeling in front of him, on him, one of my legs placed in between his as I straddle his thigh. The golden necklace lays forgotten by his side. Peeta looks down at where our bodies meet and then looks back up at my face. I reach my hands up and place them on his chest, moving my face closer to his. His takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes. I stop when my forehead meets his and wait. Our breaths mingle together in the warm, humid arena air. I take in Peeta’s eyelashes, the feel of him beneath me. I can feel his brain humming with unspoken words and thoughts. And desire, I hope.

“What could there be to talk about right now?” I whisper, as my hands climb further to hold his face in my hands, tilting his face up to me. He looks up at me considering this as my finger traces circles against his jaw, but his arms move to wrap around my waist. I move my lips closer to his, my body burning everywhere it touches him and everywhere he touches me.

Peeta’s eyes slowly shut as he closes the distance between us, meeting my lips again. And then I’m hitching my leg further over his other leg, until I’m fully nestling against his body and his arms are tightening around me. I feel greedy as my hands move from his face to his jaw, to his chest and torso and to his hair. There’s not a part of him that my hands don’t want to savour as our lips come together again and again. His own hands wander up and down my back, leaving a trail of heat wherever they graze as our kisses deepen and deepen. His hands are in my hair and tracing the sides of my face. His lips open against mine and my tongue moved to find his. Everywhere. He’s everywhere.

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #the hunger games #thg #peeta x katniss #katniss x peeta #katniss and peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark

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endlessnightlock · 4 months

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I began a story for the This Would Have Happened Anyway Challenge but didn't get it done in time to submit it. So I wrote a little more, and maybe you would call this a drabble? I don't know. I'm posting it here because it's a drop of water in my personal writing desert.

In Panem, canon-divergent. Everlark married instead of Quarter Quell Reaping.

"Are you coming downstairs soon?"

Katniss is standing outside our bedroom door, watching me, her hand pressed to the frame, half in, half out. I was startled at her voice, unaware of her presence, and she smiled at the reaction. We've only been married and living together for a few weeks, and it's reassuring she knows me so well. It makes me feel better about our situation.

I wasn't startled because it was Katniss there, catching me off guard—it was a knee-jerk reaction. I tend to get lost inside my head and zone out, and after years of Mother's insults (are you stupid? Why didn't you answer me?) slung my way like daggers, defense is my natural response.

Licking her lips, she shrugs. "Your brother is here."

Ah. Now I know precisely why Katniss sought me out. At the ridiculous wedding reception thrown for us by President Snow, Rye pulled me aside to tell me he was planning to come by once we had a few days to settle in. Bring over some of my things from the bakery and a few things our parents want me to have now that I am a married man. Or a forcibly wed, frightened seventeen-year-old. You know, whichever way you choose to look at it. I digress. Katniss and I didn't choose this route. But I love her; she cares for me, and we're keeping our families safe.

Back to Rye. He and I discussed it moments before our families left to catch the train back to Twelve—because even a victor's relations are limited on time they're allowed outside the District. This conversation was weeks ago, and I forgot about it. The memory lapse isn't like me, but I think it can be forgiven, considering how difficult it is to breathe under President Snow's intense scrutiny. I don't know how we'll spend the rest of our lives under his thumb. Who knows. Maybe we won't live long enough to find out.

"Oh. Okay," I say. My eyes flit from Katniss's profile to the sketchbook in my lap. I feel like I need to collect my thoughts before seeing my brother. "Would you tell him I'll be down in a few minutes?" I venture. It's more a question than an answer.

She frowns. That's her answer: a firm no, Peeta. I won't hang out alone with your brother while you keep drawing. "Do you want me to send him up?" she suggests—more of a threat than a question.

"No, just give me a minute," I say, carefully closing up and laying my sketchbook on the side table before sliding off the mattress. I don't want to be cornered by my brother in our bedroom. Rye's itching to badger me with questions I sure as hell don't have any answers to.

She groans, and I laugh under my breath. If we were close enough, she'd pinch my side or smack my arm for finding humor in her misery. My family is standoffish with Katniss, and her response is in kind. "I'll wait for you," she says.

Of course, she will. I'm like a security blanket for her.

"Well, don't just stand there gawking at me from the doorway," I say, bending over and grabbing yesterday's pants off the floor. I should have been up and around hours ago, but last night was horrible, and it took forever to fall asleep.

"Fine," she says, stepping inside the room and pulling the door mostly shut behind her, keeping her eyes averted until I buckle my pants over my undershorts and put on a clean shirt. I raise my eyebrows in amusement.

We're still dancing around each other. Not used to these close quarters. Sharing the same bedroom, sleeping in the same bed. Dressing in front of each other. Maybe I should make an effort to cover up more. I don't know. Being in my underclothes doesn't bother her when we go to bed. We curl around each other, seeking solace in each other's arms, keeping the darkness at bay. It's not the blackness of the night but rather those dark thoughts invading our minds like wind in the trees. Unpredictable, tangible.

"You don't have to look away. I don't mind if you see me," I remind her.

"Yeah, yeah. We've had this conversation before."

That makes me smile.

"Are you going to yammer on or go into the bathroom and brush your teeth?"

Playfully, I cup my hands in front of my mouth and blow air into them. "Hmmm. Maybe I should leave them be. My morning breath might be enough to keep Rye from showing up here unannounced."

Katniss rolls her eyes. "I doubt that. Boys are gross."

She's not wrong. I've smelled much worse than Rye's bad breath living at home with my family. When we were still in wrestling, he'd pin me to the floor, squat over my head, and fart in my face. I shudder at the memory.

"What?" she asks.

I wave her question off. "Believe me. You don't want to know. You could go ahead and head downstairs—I'll only be a minute, I promise."

"Uh, no. I'll wait for you."

#everlark drabble #endlessnightlock writes #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark

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adsosfraser · 8 months

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turn into dust

everlark one shot, set between the hunger games and catching fire

peeta helps take care of katniss when she arrives at his door one afternoon

wc: 1766

My hands roughly knead the dough on my kitchen island. I can’t stop the shaking in my arms as I repeat the motions that are etched into the very memory of my muscles. Each thwack I aim towards the pliable dough fails to banish the images echoing through my mind. They’ve been sitting there, waiting with a grin to see the final moment I’ll be sent over the edge.

Her grey eyes pierce straight through my chest, like the deadly sharp edges of one of her arrows. Just as my hands are an extension of myself, her bow is part of her very spirit as well. But her fierce eyes drown in the mist surrounding her; it’s choking her essence and scattering it into nothing. Cato grins madly as his hands turn her into crumbling dust the same colour of her eyes. My hands reach for her, desperate beyond belief. Life without my songbird is unthinkable. I punch the dough hard, and watch as my hand flies straight through the boy from District 2. I gasp, ridding myself of the nightmare that still crawls beneath my skin, demanding my undivided attention.

At the knock at the door, my head whips from my abused and sad-looking dough to the front of my house. I can’t see anything through the thick half-circle set in the sturdy oak door except for the slight shadow of movement. My brows pull together in confusion as I grab the hand towel strung up by the oven and wipe down the sweat from my forehead and flake off pieces of dough into the sink. The pieces rooted deep underneath the beds of my fingernails are a lost cause and I don’t bother as the knocking becomes more insistent.

I never get visitors. And none nearly this frantic in demanding I show my presence.

Well, except Prim. But I know she and her mother will be gone for a long while attending a birth in the Seam. They’ll be back if at least not late at night tonight, then early tomorrow morning.

I pull the door open with a polite smile I force on my face and a pleasant “hello” on my lips. I’m sure none of these niceties matter with the state I’m in. Crazed eyes with deep purple skin sagging under them and nails chewed to the quick and sometimes even further than that from nerves and nightmares.

My heart drops at the girl in front of me. I take a gulp and stab my fingers into the flesh of my palms to determine if the sight is real or the start of another dream.

Is it really already noon? The sun high in the sky tells me yes. And she’s always back by now on Sundays after hunting with Gale.

Her grey eyes dart to every single inch of the inside of my house they can see. They land on the vase full of dandelions on a side table near the entrance, then the towel flung across my shoulder, my hands, the clock above my head, and the rug under my bare feet. Foot.

She chews her lip, which already seems to have bled from the habit.

Finally, her eyes dart to mine and hold steady. I let out a sharp breath as my heart thuds faster and faster, like the wheels of the train as it began the start of its journey.

“Hi Katniss.” They’re the first words I’ve spoken to her in a month and three days.

Her eyes break our stare and dart back to my shoulder. Safe.

A dark shade of rose paints her cheeks and she worries her lip even more, pulling a successful strip of skin away.

“Um,” she pauses. “Hi.”

“Did you need anything Katniss?”

Her hands reach towards where her braid normally rests but pull away at its absence. The usual braid is unbound and wound up on top of her head into a clean towel. She’s in a fresh pair of her grey sleep shorts that reach midthigh and in a rich green tank top she normally uses as an undershirt. I’m surprised to even see the white sandals hugging her feet, somehow imagining her as a beautiful creature of the woods, barefoot with grass and flowers growing up underneath her. Reaching into the small pockets of the stretchy fabric of her shorts, she brings out a piece of metal smaller than her finger.

“Yes. Sorry Peeta.”

Her eyes are clear as they look back into mine. I push the hope that swells in my chest that she’s speaking about more than just the current situation, but her eyes express more.

“No need to apologise Katniss. I’m always happy to help.” You.

I grab the tweezers from her hand and move aside to let her into my house for the first time. Her wide eyes take in the foyer and the sturdy oak bones of the house. I guide her into the kitchen and brush her shoulder so she sits down on one of the stools at the counter.

She turns her back to me and shoves the tails of the towel from her back over her right shoulder. She tugs the back of her tank top down further to expose more of the skin on her back. I see it immediately and frown.

I want to burn it alive for harming even a hair on her body.

“It didn’t come off in the shower. Can you get it? I can’t reach it.”

The tick is embedded in the centre of her back between the bottom of her shoulder blades. I look closer. It doesn’t appear to have sunk onto her for long to be engorged by blood, but long enough that it clings to her. Maybe since she headed out into the woods this morning.

“Did Gale not want to help you?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask him.” She looks back at me; a sad look passes across her eyes. Now I feel bad bringing him up. She probably misses him and he just had other things to do today to provide for his family. They only truly have one day to be together. “Do you not want to?”

“Of course I do. I just thought your boyfriend would be your first choice to do this instead of walking all twenty yards to a different house.”

“He’s my friend.”

A silence fills the room, heavy with all that’s unsaid between us.

“Hold on just a moment.”

I limp with heavy footsteps to the bathroom on the first floor of the house. The prosthetic is helpful, but it still feels like hell to have the tender and still healing part of the end of my leg constantly pressing down and rubbing against it, and to be reminded of what I’ll never have again.

I putter around in the bathroom cabinets until I finally find where the first-aid bin is shoved into a far corner. I come back to Katniss looking at the small lump of dough on the counter, her fingers inches away from it. I smile at the thought of her being tempted to touch the soft and squishy piece of dough to feel what bread is like before it's touched by fire.

She doesn’t startle when I come up close to her back again. I know my clomping footsteps are like land mines to her, the girl who sprung from the forest. I reach around her shoulder to set the bin of first aid supplies on the counter and place the small bandage, antibiotic ointment, and alcohol wipes near it so they’re ready to use.

With the slow and steady hand that I reserve for painting the delicate details of the cakes at the bakery, I lean forward with the tweezers and squat so I’m eye level with the bastard that stuck itself to Katniss. In under five seconds, I have it squirming between the tweezers and plop it into a small empty jar. Some skin pulled off with it as well and I restrain myself from kissing the spot on her back.

I quickly disinfect the area with the alcohol and put a little dash of ointment on it, smearing it with my finger.

She sighs at my light touch. I feel her tremble but continue on with my task.

Next, I peel back the layers of the bandage and stick it to her skin as straight as possible so it doesn’t clump up and fall.

“Can I look through your hair for any more?”

She nods.

“Mmhmm.” Her voice shakes.

I wonder when the last time was when anyone showed her this kind of care.

She pulls apart the contraption on her head and lets her damp waves fall against her back. I carefully bring my hands up to comb through them. It’s silky and smooth with the trace of conditioner still in her hair. It calms me in a way and I can tell she also enjoys the way I lightly scrape through her scalp with the pads of my fingers when her head tilts back closer to me with relaxed eyes.

“If you want, I can bring over some of the cheese buns I’m making. I saw you looking at the dough earlier.”

Her eyes open to look back at me upside down. I continue to look at her hairline and move strands of hair this way and that to get a better view.

“Cheese buns?”

“Yeah, they’re delicious. I’m sure you’ll love them too.”

“Okay.” She nods, closing her eyes again so I can continue.

A soft moan escapes her and my hands softly brush back the hair by her right ear to check for any ticks behind it. It doesn’t mean anything. She just needs a human touch. A friend. After everything she’s been through. And I was the closest warm body she could think of who wouldn’t deny her. I never would.

I lightly push her head forehead so I can check behind her neck as well and I’m glad that I see none. She frowns when I pull away. Sitting up straight, she clears her throat and brushes off her legs.

“You’re all good.”

Her eyes are watery as she squeezes my hand. “Thank you Peeta.”

With the lingering heat of her body and the smell of strawberries, vanilla, and sunshine from her soap, I light a match in the loneliness of my kitchen, her presence lingering long after she slipped away uncertainly back to her house. I watch the tick writhe and struggle under the heat to turn into dust.

#everlark #one shot #the hunger games #thg #peeta helps katniss with a hitchhiker she found in the woods #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #catching fire #peeta taking care of katniss #everlark fic #adsofraser writing #I’m not good at titles but it’s good enough right

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folkookie97 · 7 months

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❝i'm here, sweetheart❞ — pjm

— SUMMARY: ❝ Jimin comforts his wife during her crying spell. ❞

— PAIRING: husband!Jimin x female!reader

— TYPE: fluff, mild angst | domestic!au

— WORD COUNT: 378

— WARNINGS: mild hurt/comfort, Soft Husband!Jimin, Established Relationship, Married Couple, maybe mentioned Burnout Syndrome

— NOTES: This drabble is also being posted on my AO3 account in the Everlark version (The Hunger Games).

— RELEASE DATE: October 07, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

When you returned home late afternoon, Jimin knew something was wrong with you. Maybe it was the dark circles under your eyes, maybe it was your shoulders' tension, or maybe it could be the pensive expression strucking you since your feet stepped into your two bedroom.

Jimin couldn't say exactly what caught his attention. There were too many weird things to list what worried him most. The only true fact was that Jimin knew his wife like the back of his hand and knew that you weren't well.

"Sweetheart?" He blurted out when you lay down next to him, analyzing the painting on the ceiling. Still in complete silence. "Are you okay?"

Dispersing you from a thoughts avalanche, you faced him for the first time since returning home and Jimin's heart broke into a thousand little pieces when he watched the tears accumulate in your eyes.

"No… work was too hard today and I…" You gasped, the simple sob turning into a tears storm streaming down your rosy cheeks.

As if a switch flipped in his brain, a stronger level of the "protective husband personality" emerged Jimin. The blond pulled you closer, placing your head on his chest and lightly stroking you hair while the crying remained constant.

"I'm here. It's gonna be fine. You'll be fine."

An hour had already passed. Jimin's hands continued playing with your messy hair strands, all the exhaustion that consumed you already gone from the moment you allowed yourself falling asleep in your husband's arms.

As his fingertips caressing his wife's hair, Jimin sang your "lullaby". Not a children's lullaby but a soft and calm song you both liked. You always liked to listen him sing to you. It helped you fall asleep. Especially when you was having a bad day like that.

Jimin looked at his wife snuggled in his arms. You remained into a deep sleep with wet marks on your face after the crying spell. The sight hurt Jimin's heart, hating seeing the woman he loved so much like that.

He placed a kiss on your forehead, smiling sadly and keeping his fingers caressing your head.

"I'm here, sweetheart."

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licorice-lips · 5 months

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I'd really love to say I like the theory that Everlarck haunted Snow because of what SnowBaird could've been but I can't because I really don't believe Snow is bothered by their love in that way.

Remember: as infatuated as he was with Lucy Gray, Snow didn't really like life in the Districts or the forest, like Lucy and the rest of the Covey. He craved the order, control, and "civility" of the Capital and the power that came with the status he had as a citizen of it.

As we see Snow in TBOSAS, he never really changes his personality, he just goes on and on bringing up a façade for each person he interacts with based on what characteristics he thinks it's best to charm them. So when he falls for Lucy (be it love or not), even though he wants her, he doesn't really want the life he's gonna get with her. He actually abhors the idea of the kind of life Lucy Gray craves.

The only thing that does change in Snow throughout the book are his opinions and worldview - "Mister Snow, what are the Games for?" -, he loses all of the morals he thought he had to abide in order to maintain his status. And it's fair to assume those changes of opinion keep happening as he progresses after the end of The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes because that's what happens as human beings age.

But the direction of Snow's opinions is clear: that love is a weakness, that love is not something worth fighting for, that is something fleeting and unstable, so why would it ever bother him that Peeta and Katniss felt what he considered to make them weaker and feeble? Remember again: Snow doesn't see love like the rest of us do, he doesn't want to - what he does want is to see the world in a light that confirms his own view of it, and he warps facts to fit into his narrative.

In his mind, at first, Katniss didn't really love Peeta, which further proved his belief in love and what it really was, but as time progressed and he realized she did love Peeta, his belief turned to the one where Katniss would betray her allys (including Peeta) to keep on living. At last, the realization that their love wasn't selfish was an opportunity for him to make Katniss bend or break during the revolution, and when she didn't, it proved to him her love wasn't so strong to the point where she'd breach no limits to save him.

But that's the thing, even if he did believe Katniss' and Peeta's love for each other was pure and selfless, he still wouldn't envy them, he wouldn't see this as something he could've had with Lucy Gray. At least, I don't think 82-year-old President Snow would've because we have to remember that this version of Snow got everything he ever craved so much: all the power in the world to do as he pleased for the entirety of his life. Let me remind y'all: Snow was already dying when the revolution came, his power was already at its end. It's the reason why he laughs as he's killed: it doesn't really matter whether he's killed by his own poison, the rebels, or Katniss herself because he'd already won his entire life by then.

He did everything his younger self wanted to do, he became everything his younger self wanted to be, and he thrived in it for his entire life. He's so corrupted by then he probably thinks of his "love" for Lucy Gray as a lapse of judgment, one he'd never desire in the first place.

So no, I don't think Snow was bothered by Everlark because they represented what he could've been with Lucy, I think it bothers him because it's yet another facet of Katniss he cannot control, and more than that: it's the living proof his entire worldview on human beings -as passed on by doctor Gaul and his own experiences during the Dark Days -being bad and selfish at their core was actually wrong.

Please let's be cautious, and not make the mistake yet again of reducing a story about human nature and how it shapes the worldview of people, therefore having consequences on how we act in society, to a love story. Snow and Lucy Gray are compelling together as a couple, but the point is that Snow views human beings a certain way and, because of that, he begins to justify his terrible acts. It's a masterpiece of a villain origin story, not a love story - not entirely anyway.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #president snow #coriolanus snow #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #peeta melark #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the hunger games theory #the hunger games peeta #thg #lucy gray baird #lucy gray #state of nature #villain origin story #ballad of songbirds and snakes

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thesweetnessofspring · 3 days

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I loved your regency!everlark fake fic! I saw that you said your regency one shot is totally different. Is there anything you can share about that fic?

Thank you so much! As for the one-shot, it originally came to me because I was seeing a lot of Regency stuff on my dash and then @peettamellarrk made a post about wanting a fic of Gale getting cucked by Peeta and my mind sort of ended up blending the two together. I had several ideas for this possible premise but the replies seemed to favor an absolutely cucked Gale. So this is not going to be a sweet wholesome proper Regency type of fic.

The premise is Captain Gale Hawthorne hires renowned artist Peeta Mellark to paint a portrait of his bride. And he'll come to regret that.

First few paragraphs under the cut:

Katniss Everdeen had no choice but to marry Captain Hawthorne.

Her father died of an unexpected illness and she, her mother, and her sister had been living off of her cousin Thom Everdeen’s temporary goodwill. He did not evict them when he moved into their former home, though Katniss knew the day would come that the three women would find themselves removed.

Thom’s friend, Captain Gale Hawthorne, had become rich from the war and now returned, seeking a wife for his new estate. Tall, serious, dark, and handsome, he’d been the talk of the neighborhood and every eligible woman had hoped to gain his affection. However, Thom had his ear and Katniss resided in the same house during his stay and most crucially, Admiral Darius Keeper had danced thrice with Katniss at the assembly hall one evening. Not to be outdone, Captain Hawthorne proposed the next day and she could do nothing but accept. It was a good match. Advantageous for her, even, as Captain Hawthorne had reminded her during his proposal. And at twenty-four, she was unlikely to receive another offer.

They married in June and despite her mother describing what to expect of her wedding night, it still hurt as she was introduced to her wifely duties, no matter how experienced the Captain had been in preparing her. A week following the wedding, she no longer felt pain when he went inside her, but she still dreaded the evening when her husband came into her chambers. After he was done, she rolled out from under him and hoped he left. With his needs completed, he retired to his own bed.

As a wedding present and to fill his new home, Captain Hawthorne commissioned a renowned painter, Mr. Peeta Mellark, to paint a portrait of his wife. The artist was to stay with them for two weeks while working on the painting.

Captain Hawthorne had spent such time boasting of the reputation Mr. Mellark had that when Katniss saw him for the first time, she couldn’t deny her surprise. He could be no more than thirty, with blond curls and a broad frame and such genial eyes. Katniss felt strange as her husband introduced her to the artist, wishing she could reach out her hand to him, but knowing all they could do was incline their heads to one another.

#talking fanfic #regency!everlark #sneak peek

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 1 month

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General Rated Fics Masterlist (4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

Created: December 12th, 2023

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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

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ccorneliast · 1 year

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Train Rumblings - an everlark fanfiction

On a particular night on the train back home from the Victory Tour, Katniss decides to wake Peeta for a very important reason: to kiss him.

Read on ao3 instead

This is not the first time I've written for them, but it is the first time I post it.

Big big thanks to Missy ( @jenniferiawrence ) for editing this for me, but more so for encouraging me to write and post it for anyone to read.

To Kam, for always reading what I write and never not being overly enthusiastic about it.

If you like this, please let me know! With some encouragement I might be coaxed into writing more ;)

Katniss’s voice finds the nighttime silence: “Peeta?”

“Hum,” he mumbles, taking a few seconds to open his eyes, instinctively tightening his grip on Katniss. “What’s wrong? Nightmare?”

She feels so embarrassed she could shrink into herself and just disappear. Sweet Peeta, finally blissfully asleep with no sight of bad dreams threatening to plague him and Katniss had to go and wake him for no good reason. No good reason at all.

She couldn’t even use the nightmare as an excuse to hide behind. The truth was, the closer the train got to District 12, the closer they were to return to their old routine of politely greeting each other across the Victor’s Village and not speaking unless cameras were present. That meant no more strong arms wrapped around her, beckoning her to drift peacefully into slumber. No more warm chest under her cheek when the only thing that would calm her down after a nightmare was the resonance of his voice.

So, Katniss chose to be momentarily brave, momentarily uninhibited, momentarily impure, going against Peeta’s very own description of her.

“No, no nightmare,” she whispered, trying to hide her face on his arm.

“Then why’d you wake me?” he asked, confused, but still willing to turn on his side, facing her.

“I-” she started, but didn’t know how else to tell him how she felt or why she’d woken him.

It had been on a whim, she knew that. She felt such a deep need to be close to him, closer to him than she’s ever been. Maybe that stemmed from the impending distance arriving home would inevitably bring. Maybe she just felt lonely, and he was a warm body lying right beside her. Or maybe - just maybe - she has always felt this way about the boy with the bread, but life never gave a break that let her feel anything besides fear.

“I know I have no right to ask you this after everything I put you through, but-”

He waited patiently for her to finish, his blue eyes staring deeply into her grey ones in the still of the night. He nodded once, almost imperceptibly so, encouraging her to continue. Emboldened by this, Katniss scooted closer on the bed, shifting her head on the pillow so that their noses were touching, but not their lips. No, she couldn’t kiss him, that wouldn’t be fair.

“Can we just stay like this for a little while?” she whispered, her breath intertwining with his as he exhaled.

Peeta ceased to look at her, letting his eyes fall shut slowly, his eyelashes gently resting on his cheekbones. Even in the dark, she knew every curve of his face, every slope, and every bump.

“I wish we had cameras in here,” Peeta finally said, still not opening his eyes to hers.

That took Katniss by surprise. “Why?” she asked, their lips just a breath apart.

“Because then I could kiss you.”

Oh , she thought. This boy was so good, so very good, and here she was, breaking his heart for the tenth time that day alone. She never wanted to hurt him, never wanted to lie to him ever again. He was too kind, too good, and everything she never could be.

She willed herself to stay put. Maybe he’d fall asleep and, in the morning, they could pretend this never happened, that she never got this close to crossing a line she couldn’t back away from.

But instead, she said: “Just one kiss.”

His eyes shot wide open.

She explained: “Just one kiss. A short one. Is that okay?” She could not look him in the eye. He was fully in his right to reject her, but she was selfish and now the words were said and there was no going back.

“Just one,” he echoed.

Katniss leaned in slowly, touching her lips to Peeta’s in a ghost kiss. Their lips remained on each other, unmoving and closed. Even so, she could feel the heat emanating from him, a feeling she was so accustomed to, so consumed by that she could weep from how safe it made her feel. Until he pulled away.

She blinked once, then twice, suddenly shy and embarrassed that she’d let such a thing happen. But most of all, she was insatiable. That had not been enough, not at all. Not even close. So, she whispered: “Another one?”

Peeta raised his eyebrows and his lip quirked up slightly. Katniss knew he was about to make a joke or profess his undying love for her and, at that moment, she could not decide which was scarier.

So, she was quick to add: “Just thirty seconds.”

His hint of a smile turned into a full grin. Katniss was scared he might admonish her or refuse her, but he stayed silent. She didn’t wait any longer for a response and locked her lips with his again.

This time she parted her lips slightly, as did he, allowing her to trap his bottom lip into her mouth. It felt heavenly. She’d never had the chance to relish this type of moment, when Peeta’s lips were on hers. It seemed there was always someone watching. Except now, there wasn’t.

It seemed the kiss had only just begun when Peeta pulled away for the second time that night. “Thirty seconds,” he told her, that smile never leaving his lips. “Was that enough? Can you go back to sleep now?”

Of course, he knew the answer. No, it had not been nearly enough. If anything, this limited contact had only made Katniss antsier, more restless than before. But she couldn’t admit that to him, could she? So, she resigned to lying. “Yes,” she said.

Peeta raised an eyebrow and asked, “Has anyone ever told you how horrible of a liar you are?”

Before she had time to even process the weight of his words, Peeta spoke again.

“How about I get one minute?” he asked.

She was shocked into silent approval.

Peeta wasted no time placing his hand on her face, cradling her jaw with his thumb, before gluing his lips to hers once again, soft at first. But then, Katniss felt his tongue on her bottom lip, pleading entrance into her mouth. A soft groan formed in the back of her throat, but she paid no mind to that. All she cared about was his tongue on hers, soft and gentle, yet rousing her more than anything ever had. The wet heat from the kiss filtered down her neck and swooped low in her stomach, a feeling she’d only felt once before - in the cave.

After a few moments, Peeta leaned back to breathe once, then twice, just enough time for Katniss to blurt out: “It hasn’t been one minute.”

His breath hit her skin again, and Katniss opened her eyes to see Peeta watching her intently as he went back for more. His tongue slowly traced a trail over her bottom lip before he bit it, pulling the whole thing into his mouth.

Her skin burnt and tingled everywhere, so much so that she almost lost her resolve to stay still and let Peeta take full advantage of his 60 seconds. His eyes stayed open, watching her groan and pant at everything he was doing. He sucked and bit and licked and tugged as she just lay almost under him, with his body hovering above hers, and she didn't move, didn't kiss back - she just let him explore.

Then, he pulled away, with one last, soft kiss to her lips. “Minute,” he panted once, twice, falling back onto the bed beside her. She instantly missed his warmth.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #the hunger games #the hunger games fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #mine #my fics #katniss x peeta

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anotherbluesunday · 21 days

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✨15 QUESTIONS FOR FRIENDS✨

I was tagged by the lovely Sindar @remusjohnslupin (fight me, I��m ready 👁️👄👁️🔪). So excited to do one of these “get to know me” threads again. They’re always so interesting to read.

Are you named after someone? Nope. I’m named after a project my father worked on (the Mars rover missions) and my mom’s favorite day of the week, Sunday.

When was the last time you cried? A few days ago. It was for a role though so that doesn’t really count (?). In a non-acting capacity I’d say a week ago when I had the wonderful realization that a 40 hour work week isn’t condusive to my creative process and school schedule and cried in relief as I put in my two-weeks notice.

Do you have kids? Nope and I don’t want to have any theough pregnancy. I don’t like the idea of being physically pregnant and my family has a few things genetically that I wouldn’t want to pass down to my children like breast cancer and ovarian cancer. But I want to adopt three kids someday—preferably preteens or teens because I hate knowing that there are kids going through life in foster care and are phased out of the system at 18 with no experience and they’re expected to either sink or swim. It’s pretty heartless tbh.

What sports do you play/have played? Oh gosh, okay, there’s a lot. I was captain of track for all four years, swim and dive for three. I was the ace pitcher of my HS’s baseball team. Played volleyball. Did tennis for a year but didn’t stick with it. I surf, skateboard, snowboard, and rock climb and I’m thinking of picking up dirt biking because my friends from my work won’t leave me alone about it.

Do you use sarcasm? I’m a writer. The answer is pretty self-explanatory. lol.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Their tells and mannerisms. I always notice if someone’s words match their mannerisms and behavior and that tells me half of what I need to know about the and what they won’t say aloud.

What’s your eye colour? Dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings? In the words of Tulio and Miguel, both. Both is good.

Any talents? I can write and play a mean fiddle/violin solo. I also have a talent for injuring myself but bouncing back quickly and with little fear toward repeating the same mistake that got me hurt in the first play (broke my nose twice snowboarding, still go up to the mountains every winter).

Where were you born? The forests of North Carolina. My family has since moved.

What are your hobbies? Writing (the love of my life), going to the gardening center for more plants because there’s no such thing as too many, hiking, biking, running, rock climbing with friends, annoying/teasing my friends while they’re rock climbing, discovering something new in the city on my days off, camping, calling @remusjohnslupin a Sindar and cackling like a bog witch when she scolds me for it, etc… The list is endless.

Do you have any pet? I have a monster named Mitzy who claims to be a chihuahua but I know she’s a gremlin larping as a dog.

How tall are you? 5’10”. Idk how many centimeters that is exact. I think it’s ~178cm.

Favourite subject in school? English, geology, and art. I can’t pick so it’s a three-way draw.

Dream job? Writer-Director that moonlights as a contributing writer to Scientific American.

Now to tag! I tag @tastethesetears @broken-everlark @frnotelise @the--lysine-contingency @semifontos @angelicangelx @woefullysomber @wednesdayandherhyde @resisting-moonlight82 @thelovelybookworm @you-can-hufflefuck-right-off @imdonessentialk @insomniac1994 @perpetuallyvvperplexed @vadacore @michiganstray @mistressvera @allamericansbitch @hippydippyloser @karrrrrliiita @leavesdriftinginthewind @darling-gemini @darlingfuego @dark-visitors @darklinaforever @certaindreamchopshop @poisonivy13blog @trashy-stargazing-captain @shadowofthesun123 @osnapitzmel1 @slaanesh12 @starlemoncb @josette15 @pey0805 @crimsonnsstuff @gardenoblues @justonemorewallflower

#tag game #get to know me #get to know them #get to know tag #fifteen questions

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waywardangel-wilds · 16 days

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all the recent parent everlark fanart…they’re totally the type of parents to gross out their kids with affection. and both of them think they’re not bad because it’s nothing like what they were doing for the capitol. but the disgustingly sappy looks and constant touching must be disgusting to the kids and haymitch. plus peeta is a flirt

Anon, have you been in my brain recently? Was that you dusting and fluffing the pillows? How else would you know one of my favorite headcannons???

Katniss and Peeta are annoying because they don't know they're annoying. They're out there, holding hands like it's freaking middle school, looking at each other like the other person somehow hung the moon, smiling over nothing like the economy isn't a mess. Like brooo leave some joy for the rest of us!!

Nah, I'm joking, if any couple gets a free pass to be publicly in love (quite literally in front of my salad) it's them. Their kids are cool with it until middle school and high school, at which point it starts to get embarrassing. There's no intense PDA, but somehow, that's worse. They're just so in love it just comes off them, like a sticky aura of joy. Willow once complained to her BFF about having happily married parents, "UGH, why can't my parents get divorced too?" Her friend rolled her eyes and told her her father was beekeeping age.

Willow has lots of girly sleepovers at home (Katniss and Peeta don't want her sleeping at any other house), and she's constantly pushing her friends into her room to avoid the dinner theatre that is her father hitting on her mother. He makes a whole game of it, including audience involvement! Her friends don't mind, they think they're sweet (At least one of them thinks one or both of them are hotties), but Willow would rather die than let her friends watch her dad winking at her mom while he sings poorly about how pretty and dark her braid is.

Rye generally doesn't feel personally affected beyond the usual embarrassment. It gets more annoying once he starts bringing girls over and their eyes just glaze over, dreaming about being that in love. He's not sure he's ready for this yet! He just wanted to go to the tonsil hockey tryouts! His dad does tell him off for that one when his mom asks why his latest girlfriend doesn't come over anymore. What was he supposed to do? Not complain about how the parentals ruined his shot at being a playa???

In adulthood, Willow's attitude changes to "When will it be my turn!!!" To Peeta's horror (she wants to get married? And leave this house?!?!?), Rye's rolling eyeballs, and Katniss's confusion ("Marriage isn't everything sweetie," "that easy for YOU to say" "Um, Peeta, tap in" "NO BOYS! Stay with daddy forever, pretty please?" "DAD! Let me live!!") Rye doesn't care anymore, he's accepted the embarrassing aura (he found a girl, and Willow can't believe he's gonna get married before she's even moved in with a guy - Katniss: back in my day, we didn't care about marriage. Peeta: that was y-OW, OH, yeah! Pfft, being single is awesome!)

After that mess, the kids appreciate their parents for being the cute elderly couple holding hands on a park bench that they've always been. (Ignore that run-on sentence). It's fine. Someone tell Dad the jokes aren't funny tho, no one wants to think about their parents like that. Also, the singing? Painful.

#send asks!!#send asks #hunger games headcannons #unhinged? maybe

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lemonluvgirl · 11 months

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Not that you're taking drabble requests, buuuut...

James Arthur's song "Naked" seems very Everlark, and I'll bet you could come up with something awesome for it. If not, I feel like it's great inspo.

Just sayin'! I'll see myself out now. ;)

Katniss held her breath as she crested the hill that lead to her father's lake.

She knew he'd be there, waiting for her just like his note said.

What she didn't know was that he'd already be in the water waiting for her.

She looked down at the trail of clothes that led to the lakeshore.

The first, a plain white T-shirt. The thin kind Peeta favored for working at the bakery during long hot summer days. The kind she had taken to stealing and sleeping in because they were so comfortable.

Then, a pair of boots, tossed off haphazardly a few feet from each other. The double-knotted laces were pulled uncharacteristically undone.

One gray sock lying over a rock. The sight shouldn't have affected her, but an image was forming in her mind.

A thick pale chest dusted in faint blond hairs....a broad back decked with freckles moving over strong muscles.

A pair of tan trousers crumpled and left to lie precisely where they had fallen stirred up images of solid calves and thickly built thighs covered in dark, curly blond hairs.

The odd shiver rolled down her spine, half anticipation, half trepidation. They'd spent the night wrapped in each other's arms and had shared much of their bodies but not everything.

There had been obstacles.

It had taken him years to wrest control of the bakery from his mother after his father had died. He wanted to be his own man, with his own livelihood to offer when he inevitably asked her to marry him. Katniss had refused for years to sign any official papers at the Justice Building, despite knowing he was the only one she could ever see herself sharing her life with. Even after they toasted in a private ceremony she refused to fully consummate the relationship until she was sure the Hunger Games had been abolished for good.

Tonight was different.

It had been a year since the current government had signed a decree outlawing anything like the Games from ever taking place on Panem soil again.

It had been four years since she and Peeta had toasted.

And this morning they had signed the papers at the Justice Building that made everything official.

It was time. Past time, really for this.

And with that thought, she began to disrobe.

She prodded gently at the last item of clothing with her bare toe. Her plain white cotton underwear lay atop his navy blue boxers.

The sight made her smile just a little.

She looked out into the water where she could just make out his shape. He was floating on his back lazily, hands braced behind his head. His torso was shining wet with small puddles collecting along his sternum and navel.

The things she wanted to do at the sight surprised even her.

Especially when her eyes dipped lower to trace the rest of his naked body that he proudly left on display for her to see.

She licked her lips absent-mindedly as she took one step forward and warm summer lake water lapped at her ankles.

She saw the moment he noticed her. Saw the way his eyes caught on her bare skin and dragged down with agonizing intensity across every inch of her.

She stood there for a minute, just letting him look at her, as she looked her fill at him in return.

It was a promise. She was done pretending she didn't need him, all of him, with her, beside her, inside her giving her everything she always swore she could do without.

She could do without so much. But not him. She needed him and what's more, she wanted him. She wanted the promise of everything they could build together, with their hearts and their naked bodies finally surrendering to each other after so long of only giving each other half of what they really wanted.

The wait was over.

It was time for her and Peeta now.

She slipped into the water and swam out to meet him, bare-skin, naked soul, and full heart.

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