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[mega-aulover]

"That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that." - Mockingjay

@everlarkweek my inspiration is Katniss is putting her hunting gear away inside of the tree hole, and she sees a dandelion.

[potatoesofpanem]

Smitten Potatoes

Potato count 57/67 From New York Submitted by @mega-aulover

I love baked potatoes and I love sneaking broccoli into food lol - (my sister thinks it's evil) but it's a yummy cheesy bacon and broccoli baked potato with a dollop of sour cream - (and for a vegan option prep w/just the broccoli and your favorite vegan cheese )-

baked potatoes with crispy broccoli and bacon

Dinner tonight? Cozy, uncomplicated, economical, and exactly right for a cold, rainy day, we’re loading baked potatoes with crispy broccoli,

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[mollywog]

A short drabble of Delly watching Peeta and Katniss together and wishing she had a love that great.

Happy Valentine’s Mega!!

I’ll add this idea to my list! In the meantime, here’s a little something for you!

[everlarkficquestions]

Do you know where I can find part 3 and any other parts of the everlark soulmate fic called Zero Hour by MegaAuLover

Please help

Cheers

Hi @taleasoldasonceuponatime

You can read Parts 1 and 2 of "Zero Hour" by MegaAuLover at this link: HERE

We're not sure if a third part was ever published..

@mega-aulover maybe you can confirm? :)

[rosegardeninwinter]

My favorite scenes were in CF. That scene where Peeta knows she's hurt and he plays it off as if they are having a tiff, but he's holding her the entire time knowing that the moment he leaves she's going to collapse. As soon as the Peace Keepers leave he's like where are you hurt boo...tell meee....nowwww

YES and it also makes me think of The Princess Bride where Westley does his whole speech threatening Humperdinck and then is like “whoa okay going down” when the danger’s passed 😆

send me yours

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

I actually wanted to ask you about this one;

The Courtship of the Lambs

LOVE the Title sneak peek a synopsis of the story?

Of course! That one is yet another outstanding @everlarkficexchange prompt that I have hanging around. The prompt is from the 2021 exchange, for a historical au with shepherd Peeta and seamstress Katniss. I’ve adjusted it so that Katniss is actually a weaver while weaved the fibers into cloth, Peeta is a shepherd and sells wool to Katniss, and Prim is the seamstress, using the cloth Katniss weaves. This is actually like the fourth or fifth title I’ve given it but I think this one may finally stick. So here’s a snippet:

“In that case, please give your mother my regards and thank her for the tonic,” he lifts the small jar slightly before placing it in his sack. “Are there any other herbs or cuttings she or Miss Primrose have need of? From up in the hills?”

“I shall have to ask her,” Katniss says and thinks to ask him when they might expect him again when the bush beside her shudders. Both of their heads turn and spot the culprit. “No!” Katniss shouts as Peeta attempts to shoo away the placid lamb that happily munches on her raspberry bushes. The lamb bleats and the dog barks as Katniss sets her hands on her hips.

“I apologize, Miss Everdeen, I--”

“That is the third time this month that troublesome lamb has consumed one of my raspberry bushes.”

“He is only eating what he sees as available food,” Peeta points out and Katniss snorts indelicately. “If you would allow me to repair your garden fence—“

“Perhaps you should pay your flock greater mind or I shall be forced to turn that lamb into a stew!”

[endlessnightlock]

You know what I want a Haymitch like Vince Price getting stuck with all of Buttercup spawns...like they're causing havoc with his poor little geese...

"Do you hear that?" Katniss looked up from her book. Turning her ear toward the screen door, she frowned at the din drifting in from outdoors. “Sounds like it’s coming from Haymitch's place.”

"It sounds like cats being murdered." Peeta said mildly, continuing to focus on his sketch pad. He didn’t seem concerned with whatever predicament was going on at their mentor’s place.

When loud, angry honking came in as an audible back note, Katniss cleared her throat. “Peeta.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you think we should go see what’s happening?”

“Oh, yeah, sure honey,” Peeta added a line or two to his drawing. “We should. You go on. I’ll be,” he paused to blow graphite dust from the surface of the paper, “right behind you.”

Katniss snorted. “Whatever, Peeta.”

And she was on her way across the street to Haymitch’s house, when their mentor came charging through the front door of his house with an arm load of cats, disgust written all over his face. “You gotta do something with these jokers,” Haymitch threatened, marching up to Katniss and tossing Buttercup and his progeny away like they were on fire. “They’re scaring the shit out of my geese. Literally.”

“Like they weren’t crapping everywhere anyway!” she called out as Haymitch yanked his front door open and marched inside. Katniss frowned at the cats- Buttercup, his lady cat friend Agnes, and their brood of three black and grey half-grown kittens. “Come on guys. I have some scraps for you. Try staying away from the geese, would you?”

[seasonsofeverlark]

Katniss the Honey Badger

Author: @mega-aulover​

Prompt: “You say they call her the Mockingjay? Seems more like a Honey Badger to me” … [submitted by @winegirl65​]  

Rating: T - excessive fluffiness

Author’s Note: Thank you to @norbertsmom​ for betaing. This was a sweet little story enjoy! _______________

Katniss scaled the apple tree in the back of the bakery. She sneezed consecutively, feeling awful. She wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of one person in the district that could make her feel better.

Climbing the tree, she lost her footing and lost a slipper. “Oh well,” she muttered as she pushed her aching muscles up the tree. The sleep syrup and the medicinal tea Prim forced her to take made everything wobbly and distorted.

Katniss was determined to get to her boy with the bread, one Peeta Mellark.

Peeta and she had gotten closer during an air raid before the 74th Hunger Games. They had spent several days in the reinforced bunker at the school, unable to get out. They slept in each other’s arms, shared food, and got to know one another.

Unbeknownst to District Twelve, District Eight led a rebellion under the leadership of the newly voted President Paylor. They managed to win the hearts of District Two. Once Two became part of the rebellion it was only a matter of time before the other Districts fell in line. With Transportation and Power in their grasp, they attacked the Capitol.

District Twelve, being the poorest of all the districts and the furthest outlying district, had no clue what was going on in the rest of the country. It wasn’t until the Capitol bombed the districts in a last-ditch effort did District 12 learn about the rebellion. Once the raids stopped, they crawled out of the basement to a new world.

President Snow died during the bombing of the Capitol, and without his leadership, the Capitol crumbled and quickly gave up.

It was suddenly a new era. Everything that came before ended. Tesserae was freely given to stop hunger and not for slips in a bowl. With the old system gone, Katniss had to readjust her way of thinking. There had been a price, the Mayor’s mansion was bombed and sweet Madge didn’t make it; she’d been home sick. Had she gone to school there was no doubt Madge would’ve survived. Peeta lost his older brother Wheaton and his wife. Delly lost her brother Terry and Gale lost Vick, both had been playing hooky from school.

But for the most part, the District survived and now two years later the District thrived.

Katniss discovered that she could daydream. She could finally want things for the first time in her life that had nothing to do with survival. One of those things was her boy with the bread.

They banded together closer so much so that either he snuck into her home or she’d sneak into his window. Tonight Katniss was cranky, tired, and feverish. She couldn’t rest in her own bed, not without him. So she’d waited until her sister and mother left in an emergency then she took off to be with Peeta.

Katniss made her way into town dressed in her house slippers, flannel pajama bottoms she’d stolen from Peeta, and one of his comfy wide shirts. She wore a gray sweater because she was cold. Climbing the tree had been a feat. Had she the wherewithal to resist the temptation, she should have stayed home. But her drive was to feel his solid arms around her and breathe in his calming scent.

When she got to the window it was closed, but she didn’t notice and bumped her head. “OWWWW,” she cried, rubbing her head.

Katniss sat on the branch perplexed as to why the window was closed. It was unfathomable that the window was closed. Katniss frowned, “it’s open, always,” she muttered.

Her mother and sister often complained that when Katniss wasn’t feeling well, she turned into the biggest baby who had no sense whatsoever. Her mother described it as giving a stick of lit dynamite to a drunk. No good could come of it. Katniss peered at the window and noticed the curtains were drawn. Through her blurry vision, she could see the silhouette of two people. One of them she recognized as Peeta’s.

Katniss reached out and knocked on the window. “Peewa,” she said as she sneezed and proceeded to cough.

“What is that?” The sound of his mother’s annoying voice could be heard from the other side. Muriel Mellark always sounded like she was yelling at people. Katniss was too far gone to realize the woman was in Peeta’s room.

“Nothing, it could be a squirrel or some animal,” Peeta said from inside of the room.

Determined, Katniss knocked on the window again.

“Don’t tell me I heard nothing! I heard something!” Muriel shouted with alarm.

“Mom, it’s probably a branch,” Peeta said.

Katniss sneezed loudly.

“That,” the harpy yelled.

“Mother it could be Haymitch’s geese getting loose in the yard again,” Peeta said. Katniss could make out his shadow in front of the curtain.

“Those geese are a menace! I have half a mind to put in a complaint at the Justice Hall,” Muriel complained.

The geese were a menace; they ganged up on her as she had made her way into town. They chased her, thankfully even in her weakened state she was able to outrun them. The window opened a crack and Katniss, seeing her opportunity, scuttled forward.

“Peewwwaa,” Katniss cried. She put her hand in through the slit in the window. Peeta’s hand brushed her aside. Katniss narrowed her eyes as she tried to concentrate and grab his fingers. She wanted her boy with the bread. Had she been feeling better she would’ve been as quiet as a mausoleum. But she wasn’t and right now she had tunnel vision, and her focus was on getting to Peeta.

“That wasn’t one of the darned geese!” His mother cried.

“MOM!” Peeta yelled, just as the curtains were pushed to the side and the window opened.

Mrs. Mellark’s red face stuck out of the window and she came face to face with Katniss.

Peeta hovered right behind her. “MOM!”

“Helwo,” Katniss said, then sneezed twice. “I wan Peewa,” she mumbled as she yawned.

“Isn’t that?” Mrs. Mellark said.

“Yes,” Peeta firmly pushed his mother out of the way. “Katniss, I thought you were sick?” He reached out to her.

Katniss gratefully grabbed onto him as he gently pulled her inside. “I’m not feeling well,” she whispered. His arms were warm and she sighed the moment her head found purchase on his neck.

“She doesn’t look too good?”

“She’s been sick with the flu,” Peeta said. “And before you ask, yes we’re together.”

“Is she the reason,” his mother said.

Just then there was a loud crash. Peeta’s father held up a broomstick in his hand, ready to fend off whoever was in the room. “What in tarnation is going on here? I looked up and saw a figure climbing through our son’s window.”

“Oh great,” Peeta said as he walked Katniss to the bed and sat down. He held Katniss on his lap, her arms were thrown around him.

“I’m cold, Peewa,” Katniss whispered.

Peeta’s father paused talking when he saw Katniss. Turning to his wife he said, “Muriel, is that Meadow’s oldest?”

“Now, Samuel,” Muriel said.

“She’s going home right now, back to the Seam,” Samuel said.

“No,” Muriel said.

“No,” Samuel muttered.

“I think we ought to be neighborly to the Mockingjay,” Muriel said.

“You say they call her the Mockingjay? Seems more like a Honey Badger to me,” Samuel said laughing.

“Samuel,” Muriel warned. “This child kept all of the children bunkered at the school calm and collected while we were being bombed. She sang songs and helped ration out the food. And afterward,” Muriel said.

Samuel became quiet.

“When we lost Wheaton, she…sat by me…sat by you! She became a beacon of hope during those days. She hunted in the woods bringing the entire district meat, wild fruit, and medicinal herbs,” Muriel spouted as she patted Katniss’ cheeks. “She saved us all. She’s our Mockingjay, not a honey badger…”

In her altered state, Katniss laughed. A combination of sleeping syrup, her tiredness, and some medicinal tea her sister forced down her throat, Katniss was flying high.

“She’s not a honey badger,” Peeta said.

Although Katniss had never seen a honey badger, Prim told her badgers were small fierce creatures that could be found in District 10. She sang, “HOMEY BADGER, honey pots, honey bear,” before placing a kiss on Peeta’s cheek. “My honey beautiful, are you my homey badgers?

“She can’t stay here, not in her condition,” Samuel said.

“Of course she can, they’re practically engaged.”

“Mom,” Peeta said.

“Well aren’t you?” Muriel turned her beady eyes at Peeta.

“Yes,” Katniss answered. “We’re gonna have a Toasting soon,” she added in a sing-song voice.

“There you see,” Muriel said.

“But she’s sick and she can get…”

“Her maw will tend to us for free, we’re practically kin. Now,” Muriel pushed Samuel out of the door. “Let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”

“But,” Samuel said.

And suddenly Katniss was all alone with Peeta. “Sleep,” she muttered.

“Let’s get you into bed,” Peeta said.

Katniss muttered an unintelligent reply as her world was turned on its side. She sighed when she felt the bed dip and Peeta’s warm arms gathered her close.

Two days later the dim sunlight peeked through the window. The day was overcast and dreary, the muggy air drifted into the dry cool room. Sundays were always a day meant to sleep in late. Katniss snuggled closer to Peeta Mellark.

She put her ice-cold feet on his muscular calves.

“Mmmph,” Peeta sleepily murmured.

Katniss snuggled closer.

“Katniss,” Peeta said, opening up a bleary eye.

“No, sheeps.”

Peeta chuckled.

She pressed her nose into his chest. Katniss always sounded childlike when half-asleep.

“Kat-kin, it’s time to get up.”

Katniss grumbled as she clung to Peeta. She’d been staying at the bakery ever since she’d gotten caught sneaking into his bedroom. It wasn’t her fault either. Peeta had the blasted window closed. She was feeling better, and to her surprise, Peeta hadn’t gotten sick.

Last night while her mother was in the room checking up on her, Katniss heard Muriel demand that Peeta have a Toasting with her. Surprisingly, Peeta’s father opposed the marriage.

Her mother had waited until Muriel, Samuel, and Peeta were out of the room before she asked if that is what Katniss wanted. Katniss affirmed it and hearing her words, her mother acquiesced.

“You know my mother is downstairs as we speak, arranging our Toasting tonight,” Peeta said.

“I know,” she said with her eyes closed. She felt Peeta gently let go of her. His fingers traced her mouth and chin.

“Are you,” Peeta paused, “Are you sure you want this? Me?”

Katniss heard his insecurity. Letting her lashes fall open she sighed. Peeta was staring down at her with fear in his eyes.

“Do you doubt us?”

Peeta’s face became red. “No.”

“I chose you Peeta.” She lifted her hand and placed it on his cheek. “I’ve chosen to be with you. I chose to make the trek from the Seam into town to be with you, whoever saw me be damned. This is a new world and you and I have the right to be happy. We have the right to dream. Have the right to want and be wanted.” She gave him a fierce look before saying, “I want you Peeta. I want forever with you, and if you’re okay with that, then I’m okay with your mother planning our toasting.”

Peeta smiled. “I’m okay with that. Though you should know, I think my mom’s got a crush on you.”

Katniss laughed. “She’s already hinting at grandkids.”

Peeta turned pale.

“Don’t worry, I told her we’re working on it…”

“You did,” Peeta gasped.

“Yup in about five years or so when we’re damned ready.”

“Thank goodness,” Peeta said.

Katniss smiled, “Now shut up and let me sleep…”

Peeta laughed, slid right back next to her, and did as he was told.