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Wildest Dreams - Part 1
This is written for my @fandomtrumpshate auction winner @daydreamsandcaffeine 🧡 New chapters will post weekly until the story concludes.
Lovers whose relationship is doomed to fail are said to be “star-crossed”, their love thwarted by a maligned star ensuring that they will never be allowed to be together.
Peeta and Katniss both believe that their chance for a happy ending has long passed. That they are destined to be forever alone, reliving their former happiness only in their dreams.
Until fate, in the most unconventional of ways, decides to intervene.
Read part 1 HERE 🧡
#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#everlark fanfiction#wildest dreams#in-panem au#part 1#fandom trumps hate#fth 2022#geeky writes
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Curious about what everyones headcannons are for an alternate universe where the rebellion didn't happen and quarter quell hadn't reaped the previous Victors. What would Katniss and Peeta's lives have been like in the Capitol and as mentors? How many kids would they be expected/forced to have? Would Finnick and Annie still end up having a son? What would Prims future look like? When would the "this would have happened anyways" moment take place if they'd still been forced to marry and perform for the Capitol/entire country? So many what ifs
#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#catching fire#everlark#mockingjay#the hunger games#thg#odesta#finnick odair#annie cresta#primrose everdeen#panem#thg au
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The Tutor: Chapter Nine
Summary: When Finnick Odair, star quarterback and golden child of the Panem Nightlock’s football team is seriously injured on the field, his coach is willing to go the extra mile to ensure it doesn’t happen again. Enter Annie Cresta. From ‘The Bet’ universe.
Rated: M
You can read it here!
#the tutor#the panem nightlocks series#odesta fanfiction#finnick odair#annie cresta#thg#the hunger games#thg fanfiction#the hunger games fanfiction#sports romance#college romance#college au romance#college au
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first kiss
an in-panem, no games everlark oneshot
wc: 2222
Today is the first day. The first day I’m allowing Peeta to go steady with me. We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for the better part of two years now, until I finally crossed that line last night when I leaned in and pressed my lips against his at the Harvest Festival.
Just the thought of it makes me giddy with joy and a blush colours my cheeks.
Of course Madge won’t let it just slide when she sees it.
“What has you all hot and bothered Everdeen?”
My head whips back from Peeta’s vacant seat in the back to Madge’s to the right of me. “What?”
Her eyes trail back to Peeta’s seat and a smirk blooms across her face. It’s honestly terrifying. The maniacal joy in the search for my misery and embarrassment clashes with the cherubic face dotted with freckles and lined with corn silk blonde hair. Oh no.
“Or should I say who?”
Before she can begin the true teasing, I’m saved by our history teacher Mrs. Earworm. There’s a first for everything I suppose.
Last night surely taught me that.
It’s hopeless to even try to focus on the lesson. Though I do have Mrs. Earworm to thank for the consistent background noise that is her droning voice to set up the backdrop of my thoughts and tune out everything.
He’s in a dark green shirt, my favourite colour. I’m in my father’s old sweater and the only pair of jeans my mother owns. I really tried to find an outfit that would make me look beautiful for Peeta, and I wanted to wear his favourite colour, but I could only find the deep red sweater with specks of burnt orange. Throughout the night, I pinch my cheeks to bring colour to them like the girls in Town do with their makeup tins of blush.
Peeta leans closer to me, his breath crystallising in the air with mine in a giant satisfying puff. We sit on a bale of hay off to the side, tuckered out from all the dancing. The sun is long gone and only a few stragglers remain, swaying close together as a slow song plays from the fiddle. No one blinks an eye at us, already too far gone in their drinks or simply not caring about two teenagers dallying out at almost one in the morning.
His hand twitches and lands on my hip. The lanterns and fairy lights above blur everything into a softlight, and cast a halo through his pale messy hair. My heart races as he places his other shaking hand onto my hip and licks his lips. I know he’s staring at mine because I was staring at his not even two seconds ago.
Is this what my mother felt like? Drawn into my father like a moth to a flame?
I want his light to flood into me. I don’t want to capture it in a jar but I want to let it flow in both of us, so we can bask in it together. If he’ll allow.
As I raise my hand to brush away a lock of blonde from his eye, I smile at the small indentations left by the hay in the palm of my hand. Peeta smiles too, not knowing my reason for it, but wanting to share in it all the same. I know I react the same all the time.
It’s impossible not to smile when Peeta’s happiness shines everywhere around him and blocks out even the clouds.
His hand strokes my cheek and I lean into his warm skin with a shiver and close my eyes. I didn’t even notice his hand begin to travel from my hip until I felt his touch, too focused on the sight of his lips and eyes. I let the feeling of his warmth spread through me with a smile and place my hand over his, hoping to give him the same.
“Can I kiss you Katniss?”
I nod shyly, my cheeks blushing an even darker shade of red than I thought possible. They’ve been in a perpetual state of red ever since the Harvest Festival began. Or well, ever since Peeta walked down to my shack of a house in the Seam to escort me to the square, the whole time my hand held safely within his own.
“Yes.” Please.
His short bursts of warm breath puff against the seam of my lips. I close my eyes again. People are supposed to close their eyes when they kiss, right? Madge says it’s creepy to have guys staring straight into her soul.
I inch closer to him, connecting our hips and knees together so they’re flush against each other and there’s no space between them. Except for the fabric of our clothes. His top lip lightly brushes my bottom one and I sigh.
Everything is new and strange but I also feel like I’ve done this a thousand times with him before. I bring my other hand to the nape of his neck, tugging on the curly strands there. We pull apart, but not for long. I stare into his eyes that twinkle under the lights and surge back into him. My leg nestles between his thighs now and-
The harsh crash of a book against my desk nearly sends me into a heart attack. My hands startle away from under my chin and the finger that was on my lip drops to my side.
“Oh it must’ve been good.”
I look back to Peeta’s desk and it’s still empty. My heart drops at the sight but I try to ignore it. I’m just being silly. He probably is running late from the early morning shift at the bakery his brothers no doubt pinned onto him because of last night. I cringe at the thought. I never want Peeta to be in trouble because of me.
“Shut up Madge.” I hiss at her and clumsily gather my things to scurry out of the room.
I can hear her cackle echo behind me until I slip out through the door. I never knew she could cackle like that but I’m not surprised. She’s as special as me, even if she is a Merchant.
My pulse shoots straight up like the game with the hammer and the bell at the Harvest Festival. I don’t know how my poor heart handles me these days.
Peeta is looking directly at me over the shoulder of one of his friends. The circle of boys laughs at a joke he says and I smile at the way his eyes crease with humour. I like down at myself. I’m in a worn-down sweater darned with all different colours and patchy corduroy green pants. I frown down at my muddy boots and tuck back a strand of hair that came loose from my braid back behind my ear.
The shame is instantly gone once I catch Peeta’s smile again. My grin is so broad I fear it might split my face as I wave sheepishly at him. He keeps staring. And talking. And staring. His eyes squint, most likely with another laugh incoming.
I feel stupid waving my arm for almost thirty seconds with no acknowledgement and slap it down against my thigh.
And he rounds a corner out of sight without even a nod of his head to me.
Oh.
I thought he was different. I thought I was different.
So he only wants me under the light of the new moon. Where no one at all can see us under the dim stars. His dirty little secret.
My chest aches with a pain I never knew was possible before. Like someone reached straight inside and held my heart hostage with their inhumane grip. My heart sinks right through the floor under my feet, under the foundation of the school and deep in the dirt. I sniffle, but quickly shut that down. I’m angry. I’m pissed. I am not sad. He doesn’t deserve that from me.
Madge respects my need for space and quiet, sensing my complete change in attitude as I sit down next to her for our next class.
I don’t even know why I do it. Apparently I have no respect for myself and want him to trample all over me whenever he pleases. Or maybe I just want to yell at him, unfurl all of the hurt and anger that simmers in me and unleash it at him so we’re both stuck with it. I linger under the oak tree we always meet at after school for another second. A second too long it seems. Because he’s right on time.
His face looks far too cheery at the prospect of being with me. It just won’t do.
I turn on my heel, crossing my arms over my chest and ignore him. See how you like it, Peeta.
He catches up with me far too quickly, grabbing the crook of my elbow and forcing me to stop in my tracks.
“Hey, pretty girl, what’s the rush?”
“Why do you care?”
“Huh?!”
“You know some of your friends are still out here.” My head swivels to gesture around the schoolyard. “I didn’t think you’d want to be seen slumming it with a Seam slut.”
“Katniss what?”
“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. I have some pride, you know. I’m not going to waste my first kiss on someone who doesn’t even recognise my existence but thinks he can
“What are you talking about? I didn’t see you at all today until now. I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to come into history and I needed to use lunch to feed the pigs.” His brows furrow in confusion.
I have to admit, he’s a pretty great actor. Maybe the Capitol would make an exception and welcome someone district into their ranks.
“I was right in the hallway after history. You sure were having a good time with your friends it seemed. Enough to stare straight through me even when I was waving at you for a minute like an idiot and not even give me the basic decency of acknowledging my existence.”
He frowns and turns me closer to him, both his hands on the outside of my elbows.
“Katniss, I didn't see you.”
“You didn’t see me or you didn’t see me?” I still want to be mad at him but it’s difficult with how miserable he looks, especially when his blue eyes are weighed down with everything he feels.
“Honestly I didn’t see you, I truly am sorry Katniss.” He explains sheepishly to me.
“Hmmm.”
I rip open my zipper and tear a piece of plain paper from deep in the bowels that is the pit of my bag. I’ve seen my mom do this test enough to understand what to do. It’s simple enough, really.
“Stay put.” I uncap the marker and walk slowly away from him, squinting myself as I approximate the distance that was between us in the hall. I scribble a letter onto it as I hold the cap in my mouth and press the flimsy paper against my palm. “Now what does it say?”
I hold up the card to my chest.
“Um… little d?”
I look at the letter in my hand and frown. An uppercase B is definitely not a lowercase d but they are similar enough.
“Hold on.” I call out to him.
I flip the paper and scribble a giant A with the marker and hold it up.
“T?” His response raises up at the end in an uncertain voice.
I shake my head with a teasing smile. As I approach him, I wag my finger back and forth at him and place the paper in his hand. The other hand is reserved to hold mine and he squeezes it in relief at my acceptance of his affection and attention now.
“You sir, need glasses.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I can see perfectly fine Katniss. I don't need glasses.”
“For most things, yes, but my little baker boy I’m sorry to say you definitely did not pass the eye exam today.”
He sighs, looking up from our linked hands into my eyes with a timid smile.
“It’s just-” I nod, encouraging him to say what’s on his mind. “If I admit it then it’s real. I really thought it would go away on its own somehow.”
I smile at the notion and shake my head at him again. Bringing our hands up to my face, I press a kiss to his knuckles.
“It’s okay, we’ll figure this out together. Maybe someone in the Hob will have glasses in good shape.”
I don’t have to say it and he knows it as well as I do. His mother would never buy him a pair of glasses.
Peeta reaches around my waist, pulling my body flush against his and I tuck my head under his chin.
He breathes into my hair. “I’m sorry my eyes didn’t capture your magnificent beauty in the hall today. But you really are so pretty today and everyday.”
“Apology accepted.” I grin up at him. “You know how you can make it up to me?”
He leans into me with a grin, of the same mind as I am.
#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#everlark fic#everlark drabble#one shot#adsofraser writing#no games in-panem au#thg#the hunger games#first kiss#everlark one shot
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Burn
Sejanus Plinth, Coriolanus Snow
Looking back at it, Sejanus should've seen his fate coming at him like a brick through a window
Word Count: 2.1k
Tags: Angst (?), AU where Sejanus lives and outsmarts Coryo, OOC!Sejanus (he has a spine), guest appearance from Lucy Gray
Characters: Sejanus Plinth, Coriolanus Snow, Lucy Gray Baird
Anonymous requested: "An au of where Sejanus lives instead of dies but finds out coryo betrayed him (his only true friend betrayed him and left him heartbroken/extremely hurt) so he goes home and seeks comfort from burning that photo of him and snow (kind of inspired by the song burn from Hamilton) but he burns the photo and then sobs his poor heart out"
Read it on AO3!
A/N: This was my first ever request! I want to thank the person who requested this fic for putting some faith in me to write something! I'm not great at writing angst when it comes to people I don't know a lot about (Sejanus) but I hope this isn't too horrible. As always, any constructive criticism is welcome with open arms!
Sejanus Plinth hadn’t had many friends as he grew up.
He’d come from the Districts, and his beginnings weren’t lost to him. His family, on the other hand, acted as if they’d been born in the Capitol and hadn’t only been there for ten years.
When he transferred to the Academy, his beginnings were certainly spotlighted by his classmates. People turned away from him, whispering in each other’s ears as he walked by; he was an outsider, through and through.
Sure, people talked to him, walked with him in the halls, and laughed when he made jokes, but no one close enough he’d call his friend.
The money that came attached to the Plinth name was a blessing, but sometimes it was more of a bubble surrounding him. People only talked because of his name, only walked because of his name, and only laughed because of his name. At the end of the day, he’d go home to a house full of nothing but empty people and return to a school that only wanted to know him because of the Plinth prize.
At a mere eight years old, he’d thought of disappearing for the first time, until a boy in his class sat down and offered him a gumdrop.
It was a small gesture, but compared to the ridicule Sejanus had been under for his first months in the Capitol, it showed him that there was at least one soul in the sea of vultures surrounding him.
Sejanus had learned the boy’s name was Coriolanus, but only his grandma’am called him that, so it was simply Coryo.
Coryo didn’t mind much of what the other kids thought when the two of them started to study together in the library, sending a brief, cold glare toward anyone who talked loud enough for him to hear.
He hadn’t known it at the time, but the only person he’d call a friend had come to school with that gumdrop for a reason, but, until their final year in the Academy together, Sejanus was content with the idea of Coryo being his only friend.
When it finally came time for the two of them to graduate, and for the Plinth prize winner to be announced, he knew this year was different.
Greed leaked from every last person in the room, including the boy Sejanus befriended all those years ago. Even when it was announced that there was a final test, one Sejanus knew was coming, his friend barely blinked.
“You will each be assigned a tribute from the Games to mentor,” Professor Highbottom’s voice bellowed as he paced in front of the group of students, “and depending on how each of you does in your mentoring, your chances of winning the Plinth prize,” his steely eyes flickered to Sejanus before returning to the group at large, “will be greatly affected.”
People murmured around him, being quickly silenced by Highbottom’s finger in the air.
Sejanus nervously shifted his eyes to his friend, looking for someone to see just how insane this entire idea was, but was met with the side of his head as Clemensia Dovecote whispered something to him. The both of them laughed, Coryo wiping the smirk off of his face with his hand before looking back to their teacher.
Looking back at it, he should’ve seen his fate coming like a brick through a window.
Professor Highbottom announced mentors and their tributes right before the Reaping was displayed on the large screen in front of the class.
Marcus, was his tribute’s name, and Sejanus tuned the rest of what Highbottom was saying out - without even having to look, his heart dropped to his knees as District 2’s Reaping was screened above him.
District 2 Male, Marcus; another boy who Sejanus had befriended.
When the camera panned to the young man, Sejanus craned his neck to look at his former friend. His hands were swollen, his hair shorter, and his clothes were the customary masonry uniform of District 2; but looking at him felt like a window to his past life. His face remained the same as it always had, the small mole near his right ear almost acting as a way for Sejanus to prove that this was who he remembered. Who’s spot he could’ve easily been in if his family hadn’t transferred to the Capitol.
Marcus wouldn’t meet his eyes when they met again for the first time in ten years.
He looked at Sejanus through the metal bars, at his hand outstretched with food, and turned away silently. He didn’t give him a second glance, even after he eventually accepted the food through another tribute.
Marcus didn’t even get a chance to defend his own life.
A stupid tour of the Games’ arena, meant for strategizing, tore that away from him.
The explosion went off, and in a flash, Marcus was gone. Coryo and his tribute were covered in smokey debris, and all the screaming made Senjanus’ head practically explode. He turned back to see Coryo pulling his tribute out from underneath the rubble, yelling at them to run for the exit. He spun, looking around for Marcus, but deep down he knew he’d already run; so that’s what Sejanus did; he ran as fast as his legs would carry him as he waived the exit route to everyone trying to escape.
In the days leading up to the Games, Sejanus let himself think - hope - Marcus had escaped Panem somehow. Done something he only could dream of.
That hope was crushed the moment he saw Marcus hanging by his arms on a rock in the arena. His face was disfigured, and blood leaked from every part of him, landing drop by drop in a large pool far beneath him. The others barely flinched as they found their tributes, waiting for an alarm bell to sound.
Again, he turned to the only other person he could’ve called a friend, for some semblance of comfort, and instead saw he too was looking for his tribute.
Sejanus knew Coryo had felt something for that District 12 girl, probably before his friend realized it. Every time she spoke, his head turned to attention, taking in everything she said. He wanted to pretend that he didn’t see their hands interlaced as they went to preview the arena, but he couldn’t.
Coriolanus Snow had a heart, just not one to share.
The strings holding his heart in place buckled, and Sejanus swore that his mind, body, and heart were acting on their own accord.
Before he could pull back his words like he had all these years, he was screaming at the rest of the mentors in front of their screens. At the stupid man waiving his microphone around. At the Capitol, the formality of it all, all of Panem for existing in the first place.
At Coryo.
“Monsters!” He felt blood rush to his face as he jabbed his finger at everyone in the auditorium, “all of you, are monsters!”
No one spoke a word, yet all eyes were focused on him as he stumbled away from the stage, his stomach churning and trying to empty itself.
Not one person stopped him from running out of the room, it was like his words didn’t meet their ears.
It was only when Coryo was practically dragging him from the arena that night, tooth and nail, did Sejanus thought his words reached someone. When he felt Coryo’s hands rip him from Marcus’ body, away from the friend his family had forced him to leave behind, did he think that just maybe he cared about him at all.
The rest of that night went down so quickly, Sejanus could swear it was a nightmare; if only it weren’t for Bobbin’s death being broadcast the next morning.
As he watched Coryo bash the tribute’s head in, over, and over, and over, and over again, he felt his heart stop. Not out of loneliness, jealousy, or even desperation; but out of pure, blood-freezing, fear.
After that night, Sejanus locked himself away until his punishment for breaking into the arena came.
Being shipped to District 12 to serve as a Peacekeeper for the next twenty years of his life.
A light sentence is what his father called it.
He heard through the grapevine that Coryo’s tribute, his performer from District 12, had cheated death and managed to win the Games.
What was he feeling in that moment? Joy? Pride? Rage?
Fear?
As he stepped on the Peacekeeper train heading to District 12, their eyes connected almost instantly, and he swore he could feel the blood splattering onto his hands same as the night in the arena.
He wouldn’t admit it to himself at the time, but he felt his heart falter with relief as he saw Coryo’s familiar face blankly staring back at him, curving into a polite, but empty, smile.
Even after they’d gone and seen Lucy Gray, Coryo’s performer, Sejanus still told himself that he meant something to the boy he’d grown up with. That, if he were caught sneaking away to talk with rebels again, he would come to his aid.
“What are you doing?”
It was a simple enough question, one that someone passing by wouldn’t remember seconds after they’d heard it, but to Sejanus, it plagued his lungs with smoke as he fought the urge to run, turning away from Coryo with an empty jabberjay cage in his hands.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sejanus stated, surprised his voice didn’t raise any octaves.
“I’ve seen you, meeting with some of the Districts, whispering, don’t you think getting three of them killed was enough?”
The violent scene of Coryo shooting down that girl like an animal, and the carnage that followed flashed in his mind, almost drowning out the noise of a jabberjay’s record button being flicked on.
Like a brick through a window.
“So, you’re going to pretend like you haven’t been helping out any kind of rebel group in your free time?” Coryo asked him again, this time, in a harsher tone that was more accusatory than curious.
Sejanus balled his hands resting on the workbench in front of them, turning to his accuser as blood crept its way up his neck.
“You have never been where they are,” he whisper-yelled to the boy beside him as he felt his heart shatter to pieces once more, “we’ve both got it all, so how the hell would we know anything about their side of the story? People are starving as we do patrols, and we can’t so much as look at them without being punished.” He took a step closer to Coryo, to the jabberjay he knew was recording them, “and your girl? That Lucy Gray? Her life can’t be too different from these people we see out here. I’ve seen the way you look at her, the stolen moments, the way you almost beat that Billy Taupe to death because he was harassing her. No Peacekeeper in their right mind would do that out of simple pride for their job, Coriolanus.”
The boy beside him faltered for a moment as his full name slid off of Sejanus’ tongue, replaced with frustration as his thumb hovered over the jabberjay’s recorder controls.
Sejanus left without another word, turning the corner and waiting for the sound he knew he was going to hear.
Crack.
The jabberjay that Coriolanus had tried to use against him was as dead as his heart was.
And now, as he sat in a small cabin far outside the reach of the Capitol, a friend who’d been deemed dead along with him, strumming on her guitar, he opened the box he dragged from his barracks that day.
A faintly crinkled photo of students, both standing proud in their red uniforms, stared back at him. He didn’t know what had become of the boy standing next to him; the one he called Coryo, then Coriolanus, but tears slipped down his cheeks nonetheless. The strumming of the guitar stopped as the bright girl across the fire looked at him with pity, not saying a word.
His fingers tightened around the photo, distorting the two people in it. He couldn’t tell himself that was him, and he couldn’t say the blond next to him chose the Capitol over their friendship. These were two different people, friends, who had only had one another as they’d grown up in a climate that rejected them both.
He dipped the photo into the fire, watching as flames crawled over the only reminder that once, he had a friend, someone who wouldn’t ridicule him for his upbringing or his standing. Someone who, if fate had allowed it, may have held their friendship higher than his greed for power.
Sejanus Plinth hadn’t had many friends when he’d finally grown up. Only a girl sitting across from him, strumming away on her guitar, gently muffling his quiet sobs as he let the photo burn to ash.
#sejanus plinth#coriolanus snow#coryo snow#the hunger games#cannon divergence#au#lucy gray#lucy gray baird#tbosas#thg#young!coriolanus snow#tbosbas#president snow#hunger games#ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas spoilers#hg#snow lands on top#coryolanus snow#angst?#i'm trying okay#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#district 12#district 2#panem#fanfic#fan fiction#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#fan fiction writing
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Modern Girl in Panem Series Intro
Notes: This is a fem!Reader insert series. Not only is it Modern Girl in Panem but there are a few other au details listed below. This is one of the few times I'll be using y/n instead of a nickname. Also, it's set in book canon.
AUs & Changes
Volunteering is introduced this year as the start of changes to try and regain the interest of Capitol citizens.
Being Marcus' mentor is not "bought" for Sejanus, instead (I haven't figured out the details for this part yet) he ends up as Jessup's mentor.
Sejanus will not die at the end of this fic.
(That's all for now but there will probably be more later)
Synopsis
Y/N didn't remember much before she awoke to a dark-haired girl standing over her and shaking her shoulder. She didn't even know the girl's name until she saw the dress, then the name Lucy Gray Baird popped into her mind. How did she know that? Where was she? Who was she?
"Y/N? Are you ok? I know you're usually a bit disoriented after the visions but you're the only psychic in all of 12." Lucy Gray spoke with a voice full of concern.
Y/N. That was her name. She remembered that much. And 12? District 12. The answers were coming to her mind but the memories didn't feel..right. She didn't feel like a person who was born and raised in District 12 of Panem and yet she knew the words, the names of the people before her. And the other information...a psychic?
Surely that couldn't be right. But she tried to peer into her memories and there was almost nothing to find other than what had resurfaced in the last few minutes.
One thing was certain to Y/N, something was very wrong.
#the hunger games fanfiction#the hunger games#thg#thg series#sejanus plinth#sejanus plinth x reader#sejanus plinth x fem!reader#modern girl in panem#au
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one of my favorite past times is imagining katniss and peeta in more “star-crossed lovers” scenarios where their obvious soulmatery grinds their hearts up with agony ugh it’s so fun
#for example! rn i’m thinking about katniss and peeta having a Too Intimate friendship while she’s dating gale#(she forgets gale exists)#i think this is why i like in-panem aus LANAK#everlark
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Fic Update: A History & Timeline of Panem (Hunger Games Headcanon)
A Blended Canon & Headcanon History of Panem. Chronicler Wiress narrates the history being pieced together by historians and scientists from the civilizations that once occupied North America to the Cataclysm that destroyed them and finally the Hunger Games Years and Second Rebellion.
Chronicler’s Forward: Wiress explains how she and others have worked to restore Panem’s knowledge of its own place in history and the civilizations that have come before after the Capitol went to such effort to hide that history and its lessons.
Chronicler’s Notes on the Cataclysmic Era: A narrative of world wars and the factors that turned World War IV into the Cataclysmic War that shattered the world and the Mini Ice Age that threatened to erase all human life that remained.
Timeline of the Cataclysmic Era: A timeline of significant events in history up to the end of the Mini Ice Age and the beginning of the Panem Formation Era.
The Panem Formation Era: After thawing from the Mini Ice Age that occurred after the nuclear war, groups of survivors emerged from their underground bunkers. How a group of wealthy survivors formed the city that would soon be known as the Capitol, and how it took over (by persuasion or otherwise) thirteen other regions that became the districts to create the nation of Panem. Wiress observes patterns that led straight to the First and Second Rebellions.
#my fanfiction#hunger games fanfiction#hunger games au#hunger games headcanon#hunger games meta#the hunger games#panem#hunger games
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Tomorrow we're staring down a new path.
“The emotional blinders are off, showing me I’ll never be happy unless I try to change my life and open myself up to the risk of loving people- even if losing them could tear me apart.”
- A New Path - by @endlessnightlock
#thg fanfic#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#in Panem au#a new path#everlark#hunger games fanart#congrats my friend!#I feel like this one kinda matches the why is the window open art#in a way#they’re a set#good morning 😉#the piglet would go on the back cover#this is the front
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Letters from New Panem - Part 3
Chapter 3 - WHO’s RYE?
“So, do you care to elaborate on that?”
Madge closes the door to her room, her hands on her hips and a huge smile cracking her face.
“On what? That you’re grounded for the next three months?” I reply, trying to keep my tone casual and nonchalant. I pick up a book she has laying on her bed. Pride and Prejudice. The cover is gorgeous with embossed flowers and vines, with golden undertones.
“This looks nice! What’s it about?” My enthusiasm sounds fake, but I go with it, even knowing full well that Madge is very much aware how much I dislike reading for fun.
“That one is pretty good. It’s about a poor huntress girl, who falls in love with a rich handsome baker, but keeps her feelings bottled up inside her until the very end.”
She tries to say with a straight face, but half way through her smile is already there, and by the end she is full out grinning.
“Can you believe she even has this best friend, Charlotte, and she keeps these feelings even from her best friend!”
I put the book down in a haste, as if by doing it all the confusing thoughts in my head would just disappear. I end up doing it with more force than I intended to.
“Calm down, Katniss! I was kidding. The book doesn’t have a huntress or a baker.”
I raise my eyes to her and try to keep my face completely neutral.
“The rest is true though. You should totally read it some time. Might help you sort out your feelings… for Peeta.”
I guess we’re speaking openly now.
“What?” My voice is high and I cringe at how much I sound as one of those frilly girls from school. I purse my lips and focus on sounding natural again. “I don't have feelings for Peeta Mellark.”
“Why did you mention him then?”
I let go a nervous laugh “I didn’t mention him, you did! “
“No, I didn't. I said you might be the baker's wife. You’re the one that assumed you married Peeta”.
I stay silent. I did.
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#We've been through this, Katniss, PEETA HAS TWO BROTHERS!
#everlark#everlark fanfiction#team peeta#peeta x katniss#thg#it would have happened anyway#in panem AU#We've been through this#PEETA HAS TWO BROTHERS!
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Upcoming fic aesthetic:
“Inevitable”
Coming this fall:
After a difficult stint in District 12’s coal mines, Katniss Everdeen is determined to find another way to earn a living. When her job search comes up empty, she ends up working as a maid at the home of the person she’s spent most of her life trying to avoid: Peeta Mellark
This is an In Panem/Never Reaped Everlark AU
#never reaped!everlark#in panem/ no hunger games AU#baker!peeta#miner!katniss#maid!katniss#fic aesthetic#edit by mrspeetamellark#edit by me#everlark#the hunger games#hunger games au#no games AU#thg fanfic#thg#everlark fanfic#everlark fanfiction#no reaping
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The Snow Mutt
Posted a drabble from a couple years ago. It’s kinda creepy, so it felt appropriate for Halloween. Enjoy!
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Synopsis: Peeta Mellark wakes up in an unfamiliar setting, head throbbing and covered in scratches. It's disconcerting, not knowing what happened to him, but at least Katniss, the love of his life, is there with him. But is she safe?
Horror/Angst Prompt: “We found you in the snow. What the hell happened?”
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Here’s Chapter Six! Finally! Sorry, it took so long to write and then to edit 😬. Hopefully all my loyal readers — if any of y’all even still remember this ficcy 😭 — enjoy this chapter. We’re like super close to Primmers going into the games! Not that that should be exciting but 🤣🤷🏼♀️. More Everlark content every chapter 🥳🥰. Okay, anyways, this post is looking like Britney Spears insta with all the emojis but here’s the chapter! I hope y’all like it and to update again v soon 😏. Oh and thank you so much to all my loyal commenters for this fic ❤️❤️❤️ y’all truly mean so much to Sammy 🤍🤍🤍🤍
Preview :
“Katniss,” Peeta says, in a tone that’s outright rude. In my opinion, at least. “Stop. Let Prim think for herself.”
That baffles me, to put it lightly. Him scolding me — repeatedly now — is the last thing I ever expected to happen.
Especially after last night on the roof.
“Excuse me?” I shoot back, narrowing my eyes at him.
But he survived an arena at age twelve and he’s been surviving — and thriving — in the Capitol for years. A lowly girl from his home district is absolutely nothing in comparison.
He doesn’t even hesitate before responding, his bite quicker than mine. “If your sister doesn’t learn to speak for herself, without you acting as her mouthpiece, how exactly do you expect her to succeed in the games?” He asks, raising his perfectly groomed eyebrows at me rhetorically. “You can’t go on Caesar’s talkshow with her, which is the main place she’s meant to impress sponsors before the games begin. And you definitely won’t be there to protect her in the arena. So how do you think your puppeteering benefits Prim right now, Katniss?”
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#everlark#thg#hunger games#candy coal chapter posts#Peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#in panem au#tribute prim#victor peeta#thg AU#my writing#everlark fanfic
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Capitol!Tiaan Jerjerrod for my Panem AU One-Shot Collection.
Thank you @madelgard and @shakespeareaddict for helping me character work Jerjerrod in this verse!
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speak now (song) everlark au
#never reaped in panem au peeta gets engaged to some merchant girl and katniss has Feelings about it#the hunger games#everlark
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Fic Update: Favors (Hunger Games AU)
Favors. AU from the end of the 74th Hunger Games. After the two-winner rule is revoked, Peeta takes his own life before Katniss can stop him. Her grief-driven words over his body still defy the Capitol and endanger everyone left that she loves. Haymitch and the other victors struggle to help her navigate the dark, dangerous world of mentoring and forced prostitution…and in the end, she still becomes the Mockingjay.
Chapter 52: Flight of the Mockingjay: Our heroes in the Capitol reel from lives lost in the first hour of the Second Rebellion and reach temporary safety - only to learn of new setbacks in their efforts to wrest control from President Snow's regime. To protect Katniss and other important players in the rebellion, they have no choice but to flee to District 13 and hope the Capitol's pursuit fails. Haymitch and Katniss have a heart-to-heart about her and Cashmere's unplanned visit to Snow and Katniss's role in the revolution - and in Haymitch's world.
To Stay or To Go is also now updated with Chapter 7: One Goes for Despair, which covers and expands on the events of this chapter of Favors.
Enjoy! Discussion and debate joyfully welcomed, as are questions and criticism of all kinds! Feedback! My kingdom for feedback!
#my fanfiction#hunger games fanfiction#panem#hunger games au#katniss everdeen#haymitch abernathy#hunger games#cashmere and gloss#hunger games victors#effie trinket#cinna
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