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[evax3]

Sleepless nights lead to much-needed conversations, which also lead to something more...

AWAY FROM PRYING EYES

An Alternate Universe, set four weeks after their winning of the 74th Hunger Games, that allows them to explore what it means to be teenagers, falling in love.

Written for @thgcommentfeast (which inspired many other lovely stories — you should definitely check them out) 💚

[waywardangel-wilds]

Here's all the prompts I've received. Time to vote:

Choose a prompt for the next comment feast

arranged marriage

forced proximity

Fairytale/Fantasy

Medieval

Never reaped AU school project

Cross over

genderbend

Gale third wheel

Peeta realizes the depth of Katniss's feelings in CF

'how do you know it's real' -> Katniss and her mother discuss being in love

Canon AU: Everlark (together or friends) before 74th games

Voting ended onMar 6, 2025

I'm excited to see what you guys choose!

[atelierlili]

That desperate longing, I understand perfectly. I pick her up, swallowing her surprised little gasp, and set her carefully on the kitchen table to keep kissing her without her neck craning. My fingers ghost along her sides, tracing the edge of her underwear. "May I?" I ask when we break apart for air. There's a string of saliva bridging our lips still, and her eyes are so dark I could gladly drown in them. ~ Wildflowers Till the Snow ~ By @typewriteringalaxy

@waywardangel-wilds made a request for me to draw my favourite fic from the Commect Fic Fest and it inspired me out of the artblock I was having. Of course my favourite fic is the one with smut is deeply emotional and filled with agnsty yearning and all that yum yum stuff. It had me by the throat and kept me up at night. <3

If you haven't already, please check out the fics for the Comment Fest! I still haven't read all of them yet, but I've enjoyed every single one so far. So come and join the fun <3

[thgcommentfeast]

Hello everyone! Long time no see! So here’s the update, I know I said I had decided on a prompt, but then I remembered, the spirit of comment feast has been community decision-making, so let’s do that again. If you have a prompt you’d like to suggest, please send me an ask and I will compile a poll for us to all vote on by tomorrow. I will also be including some older suggestions that got a lot of votes.

Oh and p.s. I hope that for this comment feast we’ll get visual artists involved too!

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

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Sign up for writing a fic by simply completing the linked google form so you can be added to the AO3 collection! Once that's complete, you can begin writing based on the prompt!

Prompt: After the 74th games but before the Quater quell! Can be anywhere between missing moments in canon to a complete AU! All lengths accepted!

Submission due May 8th, 2024!

On May 8th, the collection on AO3 will go live and the comment feast begins!

For additional information, visit the FAQ page!

This comment feast is not about which author has the most comments but rather focuses on the commenters! Which commenter can engage with the most fics in the collection?

This blog will be highlighting comments for all fics in the collection once posted!

If you have any further questions or comments, feel free to send an ask!

[thesunpersists]

Does this hurt the fish?

Missing moment from the Victory Tour

Submitted for the @thgcommentfeast!

Go back to the train. Scrub your face and body until the water runs clear. Rinse, repeat. Literally. Whatever you do, keep it together. But it is just so hard with this prep team.

Mere hours away from the dinner party at District 4, Katniss is at the end of her rope with her prep team and Peeta tries to navigate a make up emergency.

Read on ao3!

[mollywog]

Midday Musings

My submission for the 2024 Everlark Comment Feast <- go read them all!!

I drift awake from the realm of pleasant nothingness.

No nightmares.

I breathe in the scent of citrus and rosemary and before I open my eyes, I know, Peeta’s here. His strong arms encircle me, his pad and pencil forgotten on the bed next to him. I had been hypnotized watching his forearms flex as he sketched and must have slipped off into sleep. Judging by the rhythm of his heart beat under my ear, Peeta drifted off too.

I lift my head and shift to reposition myself, stifling a groan as my injured tailbone objects. The pain ebbs and I rest my chin in the crook of my arm to better look at Peeta.

The curtains dance in the breeze from the open window, allowing the late afternoon sun to spill in. Peeta’s face is slackened in sleep and bathed in the sunlight.

He’s beautiful.

The light reflects off his skin and hair giving him a golden glow. I feel peaceful, as if his radiance has seeped into my skin and settled in my veins, pulsing his golden warm presence all through my body.

In this blissful haze, I have the urge to lean up and kiss him… But what if he wakes? A small voice inside me whispers ‘so what if he does?’ Would he kiss me back? Would I be able to stop if he did? Would I even want to?

Maybe it could all be this easy…

Suddenly Peeta's heartbeat quickens against my palm and his pupils dart beneath his lids erratically, like a bird desperate to escape its cage. I’m momentarily frozen in place, but then with a sharp intake of breath, his eyes fly open. They land on me he exhales, my head sinking with his chest. His smile belies the fear I know was there only moments ago. This must be what his nightmares are like.

A cloud passes in front of the sun, and the room darkens, as if we just witnessed the shift from afternoon to evening. I shiver and Peeta tightens his arms around me quickly before moving to sit up. I follow his lead, but my body feels heavy and weak in contrast to just a few moments before. The once free flowing gold in my veins has solidified, weighing me down.

But as Peeta scoops me up to carry me downstairs the sun reemerges and if it isn’t exactly the same, In Peeta’s arms, I have hope that it can be again.

[adsosfraser]

Eventide

Read on AO3

The conversation around them flew over his head, everyone’s voices muffled like they were underwater. But he knew if she spoke again, it would be the clearest thing he had ever heard in his life.

She bit her lip, finally, finally, looking up into his eyes.

The world just made sense now.

For THGCommentFeast's October 2024 prompt of HarvestFest/Spooky/Supernatural.