Summary: Unrest in District Twelve drives the Everdeen family to make choices they'd once thought would be impossible. Panem AU with no Games.
Rating: T (+) for violence, language, character deaths (including children), executions, police brutality, racism. Canon typical type things.
A/N: This piece was written to fulfill a prompt from the @everlarkficexchange of Ye Olden Fandom Days. The prompt was as follows:
"I was watching the movie '71 and I got this everlark prompt idea where it's panem but without the games and there is a rebellion starting in d12 and peeta takes part in it but during a street riot he gets injured and katniss and her dad find him and take him in and take care of him for a while and hide him from authorities looking for rebels." -Submitted by Anonymous
I had never seen the film before writing this and, quite frankly, was not fully aware of some of the history. Thankfully, my local library cooperative had a copy of it, so off I went to watch and conduct a little research. Only the first chapter is based off the film, the second and third chapters were an attempt at my answering the question of how do we get from there to an everlark endgame. And you do not need to see the film to understand the story, if you're not interested in watching it.
Although this piece doesn't see nearly as much traffic as many of my others, I was actually quite pleased with how it all turned out.
I was tagged by the wonderful @thelettersfromnoone & @mollywog thank you for thinking of me...
I apologize for the delay in posting this (I had to mentally prepare). You can find majority of the stories listed on AO3 or FFN, a great number are cross-posted on those 2 websites, but not all (good luck!). PS, the ones I found on Tumblr are linked. But I couldn't find everything because I have more stories on Tumblr than the old lady had kids in the shoe, and I didn't have the time to find them all - I'd never go to bed lol
How many letters of the alphabet have you used for a fic title? One fic per line, 'A' and 'The' do not count for 'a' and 't'. Post your score of 26 at the end along with your total fic count
A: AchooâŠAâŠbooohâŠÂ | An Everlarked 1st Christmas | An Everlarked Christmas in Handcuffs | An Everlarked Ever After : A Cinderella Story | Apothecary Bakery (The) | Assignment (The)
B: Better Tomorrow | Bialando for Gold | Bitter RivalsÂ
C: Camping, Anyone? | Carpe Diem Letters (The) | Christmas House (A) | Clementine | Como Nos Conocimos (How We Met) | Cupcake Love
D: Dawn | Day Of Freedom | Diary of Katniss Everdeen, Lonely Spinster | Dirty Yet Virginal | Disapprobation | Dragon of Midland (tumblr)
F: FaceOff | Fall Mark | Family in Red (A) | Felicity | Fletcha | Forbidden Love | Fire and Edge (Tumblr) | Fiaso (The)
G: Gale is Not My Boyfriend - Outtake | Gale is Not My Boyfriend | Galone's Valentine | Gift of Love (The) | Gladiator & The Arrow (The) | Guy's Night Out (A) |
H: HATCHED | Hate to Love You | Hello From District Four | Hope Lies In Tomorrow | Hotel Paper Duex | Humbug & Rings | Hunger Games Holiday Vignettes | Hybrid (The)
I: Igniting Sparks
J: Journey Through Time (A)
K: Katniss Everdeen is Not a Stalker | Katniss the Storyteller | Kindred Spirits | Kiss of Life
L: Last Dance | Little Christmas - Burrito Sabanero (A) | Little Tears | Longing | Love Finds a Way | Love In Twelve NightsÂ
M: Making Cookies with the Mellark's | Mistletoe Crush | My Brother's Bride | Meadowâs Call |
N: Naked in Brooklyn | Newest Mellark's (The) | Nights on The Train | No Room at the InnÂ
O: OFF THE MARKET | Operation Frost | Office Romance (Tumblr) | Oysters & Pearls |
P: Pete GoLightly is Peeta Mellark | Prim's Plan (tumblr)
Q: ? (Question Mark) (Tumblr)
R: Redo In Time (A) | Runaway With Me Â
S: S.W.A.N. Story (A) | Say You Won't Let Go | Seam Cobbler (The) | Seasonal Romance (A) | Second Start To the Right |  Secret Midnights | Shape of You (The) | She Didnât Mind The Shoes | Silent Night | Sisterhood of The Traveling P* Lamp | Sneaking Down the Halls | Sorrowful Angels | Soulmates at 2 | Spreading Christmas Cheer | Starlight | Story of Us (The)
T: Tarts & Studs | Three Christmases | Toastbabies & Geese | Toastbabies and Gingerbread Houses | Tósta | Trouble with Christmas Cookies (The)
U: Until the Midnight Hour
V: Valentine's Tree (The) | Volleyballs & Bow'sÂ
W: Who do you think you are? | Wild Horses | Wily Peeta | Worthy
X:
Y: You Came Home
Z: Zero Hour (Tumblr)
My Score: 25/26
I'm genuinely surprised because a lot of my stories start with THE. I've got to do something about that X lol now.
I"m tagging @norbertsmom @rosegardeninwinter @burkygirl @districtunrest @katnissdoesnotfollowback @theartofdreaming1 @thesunpersists @hutchhitched @absnow @pookieh @oakfarmer @safeinpeetasarms @thesweetnessofspring @louezem @the-sun-and-the-sea @shesasurvivor and anyone else who wants to do this
Rules: Include a list of the Current WIPs/Projects you hope to work on this year and invite people to come chat with you about them! Then tag a few friends and fellow writers!
Thanks for tagging me @mandrake-mistakes â€ïž
WIPs I Hope to Finish in 2026:
Outside Chance
Outside Expectations
Outside the Lines
Spellbound
WIPs that I hope to start posting to AO3 (and to finish) in 2026:
The Courtship of Lambs
You + Me
Everlark trick or treating/at a Halloween party series
The Breakfast Conundrum
That's it. Those are all the goals I'm setting for myself this year because I am always too ambitious with my goals and then feel like shit when I meet -12 of them. Also often get distracted by shiny new ideas.
My apologies if I tag someone who has already played. @mega-aulover, @louezem, @rosegardeninwinter, @endlessnightlock.
Eh, I wrote something. Here is part 1, and part 2 is below the cut. Inspired the same prompt list as the first part, featuring a one night stand Everlark. but they're still idiots and we're not yet to an E rating. Which means there is a part 3 in the works. :D
RATED M for references to sexual content and language.
On her way home from work, Katniss pauses in front of yet another bakery. Or maybe sheâs stopped in front of it before. Theyâve all started to blur together in her mind, a sweet smelling string of reminders of her biggest mistake this year. And itâs only February.
The chill breeze thatâs been blowing surges into a frigid frenzy, whipping down the street. She shivers and burrows deeper into her coat. Itâs a miserable winter day. The kind that threatens rain, dreary looking clouds blocking out the sunshine all day, and cold stinging droplets escaping from the sky just often enough to make the cold air unpleasant rather than crisp and refreshing the way it is before a gentle snowfall.
The problem is⊠Katniss canât decide what part of that night was such a big mistake. Sheâs not dead or pregnant. No STDâs. They used condoms. He hasnât started stalking her, as far as she knows. Itâs not like she got drunk and slept with a complete stranger. No, she, while completely sober and supposedly of sound mind, slept with the boy she could never seem to shake. Her high school crush. And he hadnât even had the decency to be a shitty lover. Theyâd had good sex. Surprisingly good sex â okay fine!Â
She scowls at the bakery window and then squeezes her eyes shut. Admits the truth thatâs been lingering on the edges of her self-awareness, taunting her.
It was the best sex sheâs ever had. No competition. Not only did she actually orgasm, but she had fun. She hadnât felt any crushing pressure to be one kind of sexy or another with Peeta. She just⊠was. And sheâd enjoyed it so much, sheâd enjoyed being with him so much, that sheâd wanted to do it again the next morning.
âUuuugh why?â Katniss groans quietly to herself. Why did the morning after sex have to be even better than the night time sex? Softer. Almost dreamy with the rosy glow of morning sun wrapping them in warmth and radiant light, and the way he had kissed her and moaned her name -- with such awe and desire she could barely stand it. Why couldnât it have been bad and awkward? Why did it have to feel like their bodies had been moulded together. Shaped for one another. And it certainly felt that way as theyâd moved in such delicious harmony over the already hopelessly rumpled sheets of his bed.
Which means she canât stop thinking about him. Sheâs never spent so much time with her own hand in her panties, biting down into her pillow and frantically working herself to a necessary but disappointing climax. Not even when she was a teenager and trying to figure out her bodyâs response to boys and puberty did she masturbate this much. Sheâs certainly never done it with a single person in mind. And now, itâs always Peeta in her head when she does it. Every. Fucking. Lonely. Night. Since she slept with him.
But itâs never enough.
Huffing out a heavy breath, she admits to herself why itâs not enough. Because she wants him again. Still. Every time she makes herself come, itâs immediately followed by the wish that Peeta were there to whisper about how gorgeous she is mid-orgasm, to hold her and kiss her during and afterwards, to make her breakfast in the morning and fuck!
Katniss shakes her head and fights back stupid tears of frustration â actually no, itâs definitely the cold wind making her cry. It was only one night. Thereâs no reason for her to be crying over one stupid night.
She shouldnât have kissed him in the first place. She shouldnât have agreed when he asked her if she wanted to go to his place for a slice of dessert they never wound up eating. She shouldnât have fallen into bed with him. She shouldnât have enjoyed it so much.Â
But she did.Â
She should have left after he made her come the second time in the middle of the night, his hands big and warm and tender on her hips and ass as she kissed him and rode him like a mindless wanton hussy. But god had it felt incredible, staring into his blue eyes, whimpering with need while he murmured such lovely praise to her. While he begged her to come again for him.
She shouldnât have stayed for breakfast. She shouldnât have kissed him like that after theyâd eaten their breakfast naked in bed, laughing and talking like they were a couple or some such nonsense. She shouldnât have begged him for his cock when his mouth was making her delirious with pleasure. She shouldnât have watched him falling asleep after theyâd both come, after theyâd kissed like lovers until he went soft and pulled back just enough to smile at her and caress her cheek before he closed his eyes.Â
She shouldnât have snuck out without a word while he slept. She should have left sooner.
She should have gotten his phone number at some point during the night or the morning.
And now, the past few days, sheâs wandered by a different bakery every day. And for what? Hoping maybe sheâll stumble across him while heâs at work? She canât even imagine how mortified sheâd be if he did that to her. She needs to stop. She will stop, but unfortunately, itâs too late for her to stop today.
She needs carbs. Now. All afternoon sheâs felt her blood sugar dropping, and she only made it worse by staying late at work. If she goes now, one drink will make her head spin.
She huffs in anger over the fact that she let Annie and Finnick rope her into this. Just because theyâre stupidly in love with each other doesnât make them some kind of all knowing matchmaker.
Eyeing the bakery, Katniss is pleased to see that unlike many of her other definitely-not-stalking-her-one night-stand bakery stops, at least this one doesnât look like the staff vomited out pink and red hearts all over the place. Itâs not as cozy as she thinks a bakery ought to be. Almost⊠sterile. But for now, that suits Katniss just fine.
Pushing the door open, she inhales and checks her phone, quickly tapping out a text to Finnick to let her know sheâs on her way but may be a few minutes late, depending on how quickly the line moves.
They serve coffee too, and Katniss surreptitiously sips the warm brew and nibbles on the surprisingly delicious cinnamon twist bread as she leaves. She probably should have left work earlier and given herself enough time to go home and change or at least freshen up before going to meet her blind date, or at least check her appearance in the window, but Katniss canât quite seem to care. Sheâs managed to put off everyoneâs recent attempts to set her up on dates, a regular occurrence between Thanksgiving and Valentineâs Day, but when Finnick brought Prim into the mixture and her baby sister had started to apply pressure, Katniss had cracked.
âAt least I wonât be alone,â she reassures herself quietly and double checks the text from Finnick to make sure sheâs headed in the right direction. Annie and Finnick had wanted to do this ridiculous double date to introduce Katniss to a friend of theirs, someone both of them seemed convinced Katniss would hit it off with, in the bar where she and her friends sometimes still congregate for drinks and post work venting sessions.
âThat way, itâs a low key, no pressure environment,â Annie reassured her. But Katniss had balked.
âAnd if the date goes so horribly that Iâm left permanently scarred and never want to set foot in Ripperâs again?â
âSheesh, Overdramatic Queen,â Finnick had teased, but he had suggested an alternate location, and so Katniss had finally agreed.Â
Sheâs still focused on her phone when she hears his voice, somewhere in front of her, and freezes in place. Sheâd know that voice anywhere now, even when heâs not moaning in her ear.
âIâm sure itâs not unsalvageable, Dells⊠Weâll come up with something, alright? âŠI know. Listen, Iâm leaving the bakery now and Iâm late, so I have to go but Iâll call you later, okay?⊠Okay. Love you, too.â
Love you too???
Katniss is still reeling from that declaration and so it doesnât register that sheâs completely stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to stare at him as he exits and shuts a recessed door.
Sheâs still scrambling to make sense of his presence here, right now, when sheâs going to meet a blind date. Fate seems to be mocking her at that moment. Because he sees her as he pockets his phone. Of course he sees her. How could he not? Sheâs standing two feet away from him.Â
âYou,â he says.
âMe,â Katniss answers and sheâs not sure what sheâs expecting, but for half a second, Peeta looks absolutely horrified.
Of course he does. One night stand. Her cheeks burn with shame and she looks away from him. At the logo stamped on the door he just exited and the words EMPLOYEES ONLY. The proximity to Peetaâs apartment, where they had their one night stand. Of course. Of course, after over a month of random bakery stops, she happens to pick the one where Peeta works on today of all days.Â
And sheâs frozen, not from the cold, but from the absolute maelstrom of feeling inside her. So strong it takes her breath away.
It was just one night, she reminds herself as Peeta speaks and she stupidly has to ask him to repeat himself.
âSo uh, what did you get?â he motions towards the bakery bag in her hand. She stares at it dumbly for a moment, repressing a sudden urge to scream at him.
Thatâs it? He gives her the best sex sheâs ever had and all he can ask when they run into each other again is what did you get?
âCinnamon twist,â she spits out and he nods.
âI wouldâve recommended the cheese buns for you,â he says and her mouth erupts in salivation and instant fury that she hadnât been made aware such a thing was an option. It sounds decadent. Divine.Â
âIâm, um, I was actually hoping to bump into you,â he says and motions awkwardly with his hand. His ungloved left hand. Katniss stares at his bare fingers and her mind wanders back to that night. To how those same fingers felt inside her. She makes a pathetic sound in her throat that she hopes Peeta doesnât hear, because heâs still talking. âBut Iâm actually late meeting someone,â he says and hikes his thumb over his shoulder.
âI know. I heard,â she says. His eyes widen slightly and he nods. âYou shouldnât keep them waiting. And Iâm actually late myself.â
âRight. Okay. Good seeing you, Katniss,â he says.Â
The banality of it infuriates her and all she can manage is a stiff nod and an even stiffer, âYou too, Peeta,â before she sets off again.
But Peeta starts walking in the same direction and their shoulders bump slightly.
****
Their shoulders barely touch and Peetaâs entire body feels like itâs scalding. He knows his face is beet red as he apologizes to Katniss for the collision. She grunts and keeps walking. The same direction heâs going.
âIâm uh, going this way,â he says and points up the sidewalk. Her eyes cut sideways to him as they fall into awkward steps with each other.
âMe too.â
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Peeta wishes heâd remembered his gloves this morning, but heâd been in a bit of a rush. Heâd stayed up late the night before, texting Annie and trying to wheedle her for details about this mystery girl Annie wanted to set him up with. Peeta had been in a near panic over the whole thing and Annie was having none of it.
Absolutely no details.
Why not? Heâd whined over text and he could feel her eye rolling through the screen.
Because I know you, Peeta. If I tell you anything about her, youâll show up not as you but as the weird ass version of you who makes himself into the dream guy of whoever heâs currently dating. You keep saying you want something deep and authentic, so youâre going into this one blind.
How dare you force me to be authentic.
Iâm doing it for your own good.
What if she hates me?
What if she doesnât?
The problem is, Peeta thinks as he glances over at Katniss, still silently walking next to him, he hasnât trusted his own judgement in romance in a long time. Even before he and Katniss had what he thought was an incredibly intimate night and morning together, and not just because the sex was amazing -- but oh god the sex was so amazing that Peeta hasnât been able to get aroused thinking of anyone but her since then -- but also because of the way they talked. Really talked to each other. Peeta felt like heâd bared his soul, entrusted her in part because she seemed to be entrusting him, only to wake up alone with no non-creepy way to contact her.
Alright, fine. So it was just a one night stand to her and he was being pathetic for hoping it would turn into more. But now⊠now heâs headed into a blind date and heâs still hung up on the woman walking next to him. As painful as it might be, Peeta needs some kind of closure, or this blind date will be even more of a disaster than all of his failed long term relationships have been.
âKatniss,â he starts and thinks for a moment that he hears her whisper, âPlease donât.â When he glances over, sheâs not looking at him. Sheâs looking resolutely ahead.
âNevermind,â he says instead and keeps walking. But this is a disaster. Thereâs no way heâs going to be anything but a distracted wreck for the next few hours. Thereâs no way heâll manage to be an attentive date to anyone. Not now, after seeing Katniss again.
Sheâs moving with purposeful strides and he considers slowing down, backing off and letting her go ahead alone. Itâs probably weird that heâs keeping pace with her, but he keeps hoping sheâll stop and announce that one of the businesses theyâre passing by is her destination.
It doesnât happen.
So he does the only thing he can think to do.
He lies.
âI think I forgot something at work,â he says and stops walking. Itâs half relief, half agony when Katniss barely slows and turns to nod at him. Then keeps walking. He waits until sheâs turned a corner at the end of the block and curses under his breath, because she turned down the street where the bar is located. Now he has to stand shivering on the street and give Katniss space or heâll definitely look like a stalker when he follows her down that street.
He lingers for a few minutes. Long enough that he feels the need to text Annie to let her know heâll be a few minutes late. His toes are starting to get cold and he wonders if heâs given Katniss enough of a head start to wherever sheâs going. In the end, he doesnât have much of a choice. The spitting drops of rain start to pick up. And he didnât bring an umbrella today.
âFuck it,â he mutters and jogs after Katniss. Thankfully, thereâs no sign of her when he turns the corner. And heâs moved fast enough that he manages to duck beneath the barâs awning before the deluge truly starts. Heâs only a little soggy and winded but takes the time to shake the water droplets off his coat and hat, raking a hand through his hair and not caring if it turns his curls into a frizzy mess. He probably shouldnât have lingered at work. The minor emergencies he stuck around to help with didnât really need his specific attention. And now heâs showing up to a blind date in his work clothes. Probably smelling like yeast and sweat. He probably looks like a mess, but Annie said she wanted him to be authenticâŠ
Taking a deep breath, Peeta reminds himself that he really only needs to make it through one drink, plasters a smile on his face, and enters the bar. Itâs a quiet place. A little swanky. He pauses for a moment and finally spots Annie and Finnick, looking impossibly in love with each other and beautiful, as always. Theyâre cozied up in a booth. Peeta canât see who is sitting opposite to them. Her back is to Peeta, and the booth is tall enough that he canât see much of her anyway.
No one has noticed him yet, so he takes his time approaching. When heâs four feet from the booth, two things happen at once.
Finnick says something that makes the mystery girl laugh. A familiar laugh. Familiar and recent enough that Peeta nearly trips over his own feet.
No. Itâs not possible, he thinks.
And Annie spots him, her face shifting into a triumphant smile, like she canât believe she actually got him here.
âOh Peeta, good! You made it before the downpour!â
âBarely,â he croaks, but thatâs all he can manage, because he was right. Peeta stops next to the booth and meets the wide, astonished gray eyes of one Katniss Everdeen.
He wishes he knew her better. Heâs always wished that he knew her better. But now⊠now he knows how to use his tongue and fingers to coax her into an orgasm, but he has no idea how she would want to play this bizarre scenario where their apparently mutual friends decided to set them up together on a blind date. After theyâve already had a one night stand.
She looks⊠terrified, and Peeta feels something awful twist in his gut. Sheâs disappointed. Of course, sheâs disappointed, he berates himself. Itâs him, after all. She got the authentic Peeta and left without a word the next morning.
âAnnie, can I have a moment?â he asks, his voice sounding strained. And he knows Annie can hear it because her smile falters and slips.
âDonât you want to at least--â
âItâs not necessary,â Peeta cuts her off and Katniss is shaking her head, almost imperceptibly. She purses her lips together and his mind scrambles for whatever message sheâs silently sending to him.
âIs everything alright?â Annie asks, but she still hasnât risen up from the booth.
âItâs fine,â Peeta tries to reassure her. âBut this isnât really a blind date.â Another panicked shake of the head from Katniss. What does she expect him to do? Lie about the fact that he already knows her? How the fuck does she think they could possibly pull off that kind of lie? He can feel annoyance creeping into his voice as he explains.
âKatniss and I have known each other since we were five.â
That sentence, the use of her first name when no one at this supposedly blind date has introduced them, lands squarely on the table and meets with shocked silence. Except for Katniss. She seems to wilt a little.Â
No, he realizes as she mouths the words Thank you to him⊠relief. Sheâs relieved.
âOh,â Annie says, sounding a little put out.
And it hits him then, what Katniss expected him to say. What she was worried about him dropping on the table. Their one night stand.
âWell I had no idea you two had already met, let alone were already friends.â
âDidnât say friends,â Peeta hears himself say.
âI mean⊠not close friends,â Katniss finally speaks up. âBut weâve known each other for a while. We went to school together. Had a lot of the same classes together.â
âOh,â Annie says again, and Peeta sees his chance to escape before this gets any more awkward than it already is.
âI should go. Since we already know this wonât work out the way you want it to. Thank you for the invite though, Annie. Finnick,â Peeta says, motioning towards the table.
âWhy not?â Katniss asks, the sharpness in her voice snaring his attention and yanking it back to her face.Â
âWhy not, what?â
âWhy do you think this wonât work?â she asks motioning between herself and him. He can feel Annie and Finnickâs gazes on him. On her, even. The curiosity and something else sparking in their auraâs. Thereâs something a little defiant and hurt in Katnissâs eyes. Hurt? How can that be? She left him alone in bed. Peeta lifts one eyebrow at her and tries to convey his thoughts.
Really? You didnât want me to say itâŠ
âBecause if there wasnât any spark or interest before now, why would there be after one drink today?â After the way you clawed at my back and begged me to go deeper, give you more, while we fucked. After the way you whispered your secrets over my damp pillows and played with my hair before kissing me. After the way you laughed with me over breakfast and then moaned my name like it was a fucking prayer when you fell apart in my arms.
Katniss drops her gaze, her cheeks darkening with a blush. âAt least stay while itâs raining. You donât even have an umbrella,â Katniss points out.
Peeta stands there like an idiot. Until Finnick clears his throat. âSheâs right. Stay. Have a drink with friends, andâŠpotential friend. Better than drowning out there.â
Finnickâs tone carries some hidden meaning that Peeta canât quite grasp, but when Peeta looks over at him, heâs locked in a staring contest with Katniss. His lips quirk in seeming amusement.
Curiosity or stupidity wins out and Peeta shrugs out of his coat, hanging it on the hooks between booths, next to Katnissâs.
Annie shoots him a grin and Peeta glares at her, a promise that heâll have a lot of stern words for her later for putting him through this, as he slides into the booth. Next to Katniss. She barely moves and he accidentally bumps his elbow into hers. And once again, his entire body feels on fire with memory.
âSorry,â he says but despite her quick inhale, she doesnât move. What, he wonders, is that about?
Prompt:Â Katniss and Peeta are best friends, and for whatever reason, they end up spending their Valentineâs night together after their own shitty dates have occurred. Chemistry and sparks fly and maybe some smut? [submitted by anonymous]
Rating: mild M for now, but part two will bump up to E.
Authorâs Note: Thanks to @jhsgf82â for proof-reading! Word Count: 3033
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Three stories, two best friends, one night.
A single night can change everything, even for people who have knownâand lovedâeach other for years. Whether itâs the childhood friend you donât speak to anymore, the colleague you always wait for at the coffee machine, or the friend whoâs always supported you in a thousand little ways, one moment⊠one word, one look, one encounter on a cold, lonely night⊠can turn everything you thought you knew on its head.
Because maybe your best friend is that person. The person. Your person.
âŠAnd maybe they have been all along.
Follow our friends and find out exactly what a difference one night can make.
Looking for some Everlark Christmas fics? Look no further....
You Belong To Me - It's 1936 and newlyweds Katniss and Peeta Mellark return to Peeta's childhood home at Christmas time to tend to his ailing father and run the family bakery.
The Christmas Waltz - A loose connection sends Peeta Mellark to the hospital on Christmas Eve where he makes a lifetime connection with a little help from Santa.
Christmas At Capitol's - Katniss Everdeen's Christmas Eve goes awry when she makes a last minute visit to a department store.
Peeta The Snowman - Five-year-old Katniss is delighted when the snowman her father builds comes to life. Over the years an unusual romance grows beween Katniss and Peeta The Snowman proving that true love always finds a way.
The Christmas Renovation - The Mellark's Christmas Eve in their newly purchased house is interrupted by an unexpected visitor.
Mele Kalikamaka (Merry Christmas) - Newlyweds Katniss and Peeta Mellark experience a magical and memorable first Christmas together.
The Christmas You Never Knew You Always Wanted - Haymitch Abernathy, a lonely, wealthy businessman, experiences a Christmas unlike any he's ever known when secretary Effie Trinket plans his holiday.
A Blind Date With Santa - Gale Hawthorne persuades his cousin Katniss Everdeen to go on a blind date with his co-worker on Christmas Eve. When her date shows up dressed like Santa Claus, the evening takes a surprising turn.
Just Like A Hallmark Movie - Katniss Everdeen takes matters into her own hands to teach a flirty Santa Claus a lesson, but it backfires.
More Than Presents - A selected look at Everlark Christmases over the years.
Well, it's officially a wrap for this fic! Thank you to all who started this journey with me from the very first chapter. Your support, likes and kind comments have meant so much. But now the time has finally come to a close.
To my legend of a beta and dear friend @sunsetsrmydreams thank you for never giving up on me. You know I couldn't have done this without you!
You can find the full epilogue on AO3. I hope you enjoy the read.
Here's the last little snippet;
It has been exactly 5 years âŠ3 daysâŠ12 hours since we were last here, on this very platform, saying our goodbyes and watching the train pull away with my eldest son on board. And even though weâve exchanged letters and a rare phone call here and there whenever his peacekeeper postings and special assignments permitted, thereâs nothing like having Ryan back home, even if itâs just for a few days.âŻÂ
I got a nice little 3 â€ïž comment on a fic I wrote and posted on AO3 in 2020.
I decided to give it a reread since it's been a while. When I found the typo, I couldn't help but laugh. Such a silly typo, too.
Here's the sentence with the typo and context:
Snow has accumulated in the soft curls on top of his head and sparkle under the lights in the parking lot. He looks like an angle, and I canât help but smile at the sight.
Anyway, after laughing at my myself and how long that typo had been there, I corrected it.
Here's the fic, if you wanna give it a read.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Katniss: I'll do whatever it takes to get home to Prim. I'll kill whoever I have to. I won't let anyone, no matter how sweet or innocent, distract mâ is that child over there shaped like my sister? Is that my bread boy dying?? Goddammit
Peeta: guess I'll die but not before I own the Capitol by kissing my crush hell yeah
Gale: I'm about to lose my future wife to a BLOND??
Haymitch: Katniss you idiot
Book 2
Gale: I finally got a win! Katniss chose me, we're gonna start an uprising togethâ aaand now she's back in the arena falling in love with that smooth motherfucker in real time, fml
Peeta: guess I'll die again but not before I own the Capitol by kissing my fake pregnant wife hell yeah
Finnick: I can't believe the fate of the country rests on my ability to babysit two teens. The angry one is having homicidal thoughts about me and the pleasant one is a death magnet. Sigh. At least this arena brings out my eyes
Haymitch: Katniss you idiot
Katniss: what the fuck is going on
Book 3
Haymitch: you can take my booze or my Peeta or my Katniss but you cannot take all three. No I don't have a preference I love them all equally. Wait no I was kidding take Katniss
Finnick: *weeping*
Gale: I FINALLY get to do something. I'm gonna blow up a mountain
Katniss: I'm gonna kill the president and then myself
âPSA: Girls who wear Skechers donât give BJsâ
Have some high school Everlark, Anon. Theyâre seniors in this, so 18 or about to turn 18 years old. RATED M.
***
Peeta smirks slightly at the ridiculous graffiti on the bathroom wall. What, he wonders, does a girlâs choice of footwear have to do with her willingness to go down on a guy?
He digs a sharpie from his book bag and uncaps it before scrawling a response.
Or maybe youâre just an asshole no one would blow anyway.
He finishes and washes his hands, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he makes his way towards his locker.
âWhatâs so funny?â
He glances up and blinks at Katniss Everdeen. Momentarily speechless at the sight of her, cheeks flushed and braid slightly disheveled.
âWhat?â he asks and she motions towards his face.
âYou were smiling. That cute little smile you get when youâre amused.â
âCute little smile?â he teases, his mouth stretching wider into a real smile. âYou think my smile is cute?â
âShut up, Peeta. Itâs been six months,â Katniss mutters with a roll of her eyes.
âAnd what? I canât still be in awe that the Katniss Everdeen not only actually agreed to date me but also thinks my smile is cute?â
âIâm dating you strictly for the cheese buns and the guaranteed prom date,â she retorts as she places a hand on his shoulder for balance. She works off one of her character shoes.
âIâll take it.â He holds still for her and nods towards her feet. âShow choir practice ran late?â
âTrinketâs got a bur up her butt about the performance this weekend. You know how she gets.â
âGirls. You cannot hold back. Each movement must maximize the fabulousness of the routine!â He mimics and Katniss snorts slightly.
âI just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible,â she explains why she didnât change her shoes before leaving the choir room.
âIâll rub your feet later,â Peeta promises quietly. Katnissâs expression softens and her eyes dart around the hall before she leans in and presses a quick peck to his lips.
âAnd thereâs another reason why Iâm dating you.â
âDonât get too excited,â he says. âI may ask you to reciprocate tonight. My calves are still burning.â
âCoach still pushing you guys hard over that bullshit second place last week?â He nods and glances down as she tugs on her sneakers. Sketchers.
His lips quirk and she freezes with her left shoe only partially on her foot.
âThere it is again. That smile.â
âItâs nothing. Dumb graffiti on the bathroom wall.â
âOh?â Her eyebrow lifts and Peeta sighs, knowing he wonât get away with distracting her again. He leans in close to whisper in her ear, even though itâs over an hour since school let out and theyâre probably the only ones left in the halls.
âIt says âPSA: Girls who wear Sketchers donât give BJâs.ââ Katniss makes an indignant noise and Peeta chuckles lightly as he returns to his locker, finishing swapping out what he needs to finish his homework tonight. âTold you it was dumb.â
âAnd clearly wrong,â she says, sounding almost offended.
He shuts his locker and turns to her, amused now by how pissed off she looks. âCome on, Katniss. Itâs probably just some butt hurt Nice Guy whining because no one would blow him anyway, Sketchers or not.â
âThen why were you smiling?â Katniss demands and realization of what she must be thinking about smacks him in the face. He steers her towards the doors, out into the parking lot where his beat up hand me down car is parked.
âBecause I wrote something to that effect in response,â he tells her.
âOh.â She says, but she still canât quite meet his eyes. âSo the other day, when I couldnât⊠you knowâŠâ
Theyâve reached his car and Peeta maneuvers them so that sheâs backed up against it. He leans in close, nuzzling beneath her ear and lacing their fingers together at their sides.
âI donât care, Katniss. How I feel about you isnât dependent on whether or not you do something like that.â
âBut⊠you want it,â she says softly.
âOf course I want it,â he whispers. âIf it happens, Iâm gonna love every second of it. But if it never happens, that wonât change the way I feel about you. Okay?â
Sheâs still biting her lip, but she nods and lets Peeta open the car door for her.
âCome on. Letâs get you home so we can take care of your feet.â
She climbs in and he makes his way around the car to do the same. Theyâre mostly quiet on the drive to her place, but when he parks in her driveway, he canât resist leaning over to kiss her once. Just a quick little one because he knows how she feels about people seeing them. Mainly her neighbors, in this case.
âBesides,â he murmurs when they separate, âhow am I gonna complain about it when you changed your mind because⊠what was it you said?â
He knows heâs got a shit eating grin on his face now, and Katniss is blushing and scowling at him.
âYou know exactly what I said. And that smile is not cute,â she huffs, motioning towards him. But he still canât wipe it off his face as she clambers from the car and he follows her.
He doesnât think heâll ever forget what happened when theyâd gotten a little hot and heavy, tucked away in a dark corner of her backyard while her parents were working late and Prim was sleeping over at a friendâs. The sudden drop of his stomach when she tugged his shorts down and his cock bobbed up only for a dark scowl to take over her face. And Peeta started to panic that there was something off putting about his dick. Maybe he hadnât washed well enough after practice and smelled a bit funky? He was about to suggest they try something else, about to call it off himself when sheâd blurted out one of the biggest ego strokes sheâs ever given him.
âHow am I supposed to fit all of this in my mouth? Unhinge my jaw?â
Not that sheâd never seen him before, but he supposed sheâd never given much thought to sucking his dick until that moment. Her perturbation had put a rather abrupt halt to their making out, but Peeta sure as shit wasnât gonna complain about it.
Her words had spawned an entirely new string of fantasies that had driven his frantic shower time masturbations for almost a week since it happened. Katniss getting him off with her mouth, without putting his cock in her mouth at all. Other than maybe just the tip.
Inside her house, Katniss calls out to make sure Primâs already made it safely home on the bus, bringing him out of his memories and back to the present.
âIâm here!â Prim shouts back and Katniss double checks the notes in the kitchen so she knows when to get dinner started for her parents.
Peeta stands beside her and helps where he can. When they reach a point where Katniss can take a break, she takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. Technically, her parents have a rule against Katniss having any boys in her room, especially when theyâre not here. His palms sweat a little with nerves, that they might get caught, but this isnât the first time theyâve broken the rules. And Primâs already shown she wonât tattle on them.
Heâs expecting her to sit on the bed and take her shoes off, but instead she locks the door and shoves Peeta back on the bed. A second time to get him to lay on his back.
âFoot massage?â he asks dumbly as she climbs on top of him, hovering over him on all fours. But then her mouth is on his and he gives up on talking. Resting his hands lightly on her hips, he follows her lead with the kisses. Sheâs being aggressive today and he shudders when she bites down on his bottom lip. Whimpers into her mouth when her hand slides down his body and starts palming him through his sweatpants.
âKatniss,â he whispers when she lifts her head and slides her hand back out of his pants. âCome here. I wanna taste you.â
He moves to push her hips up his body so sheâs sitting on his face, but Katniss shakes her head. And then his throat constricts and dries out completely as she turns herself around, still on all fours, so her knees are on either side of his chest.
âKatniss what are youâ?â He tries to ask as she shoves his sweat pants down his thighs. He obediently lifts his hips to help, hissing and gripping her thighs as she wraps one hand around his cock to pull him out of his shorts.
âIâm proving that asshole graffiti wrong,â she murmurs and Peetaâs eyes roll back in his head as her lips slide warm and wet over his tip. When he turns his head to moan into her pillow, his eyes land on her shoes, still on her feet. Her Sketchers. Heâs staring at them a few minutes later when he warns her that heâs about to come. And heâs still staring at them when he resurfaces from the haze of his release, a slow smile spreading over his mouth.
âPSA: Girls who wear Skechers donât give BJsâ
Have some high school Everlark, Anon. Theyâre seniors in this, so 18 or about to turn 18 years old. RATED M.
***
Peeta smirks slightly at the ridiculous graffiti on the bathroom wall. What, he wonders, does a girlâs choice of footwear have to do with her willingness to go down on a guy?
He digs a sharpie from his book bag and uncaps it before scrawling a response.
Or maybe youâre just an asshole no one would blow anyway.
He finishes and washes his hands, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he makes his way towards his locker.
âWhatâs so funny?â
He glances up and blinks at Katniss Everdeen. Momentarily speechless at the sight of her, cheeks flushed and braid slightly disheveled.
âWhat?â he asks and she motions towards his face.
âYou were smiling. That cute little smile you get when youâre amused.â
âCute little smile?â he teases, his mouth stretching wider into a real smile. âYou think my smile is cute?â
âShut up, Peeta. Itâs been six months,â Katniss mutters with a roll of her eyes.
âAnd what? I canât still be in awe that the Katniss Everdeen not only actually agreed to date me but also thinks my smile is cute?â
âIâm dating you strictly for the cheese buns and the guaranteed prom date,â she retorts as she places a hand on his shoulder for balance. She works off one of her character shoes.
âIâll take it.â He holds still for her and nods towards her feet. âShow choir practice ran late?â
âTrinketâs got a bur up her butt about the performance this weekend. You know how she gets.â
âGirls. You cannot hold back. Each movement must maximize the fabulousness of the routine!â He mimics and Katniss snorts slightly.
âI just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible,â she explains why she didnât change her shoes before leaving the choir room.
âIâll rub your feet later,â Peeta promises quietly. Katnissâs expression softens and her eyes dart around the hall before she leans in and presses a quick peck to his lips.
âAnd thereâs another reason why Iâm dating you.â
âDonât get too excited,â he says. âI may ask you to reciprocate tonight. My calves are still burning.â
âCoach still pushing you guys hard over that bullshit second place last week?â He nods and glances down as she tugs on her sneakers. Sketchers.
His lips quirk and she freezes with her left shoe only partially on her foot.
âThere it is again. That smile.â
âItâs nothing. Dumb graffiti on the bathroom wall.â
âOh?â Her eyebrow lifts and Peeta sighs, knowing he wonât get away with distracting her again. He leans in close to whisper in her ear, even though itâs over an hour since school let out and theyâre probably the only ones left in the halls.
âIt says âPSA: Girls who wear Sketchers donât give BJâs.ââ Katniss makes an indignant noise and Peeta chuckles lightly as he returns to his locker, finishing swapping out what he needs to finish his homework tonight. âTold you it was dumb.â
âAnd clearly wrong,â she says, sounding almost offended.
He shuts his locker and turns to her, amused now by how pissed off she looks. âCome on, Katniss. Itâs probably just some butt hurt Nice Guy whining because no one would blow him anyway, Sketchers or not.â
âThen why were you smiling?â Katniss demands and realization of what she must be thinking about smacks him in the face. He steers her towards the doors, out into the parking lot where his beat up hand me down car is parked.
âBecause I wrote something to that effect in response,â he tells her.
âOh.â She says, but she still canât quite meet his eyes. âSo the other day, when I couldnât⊠you knowâŠâ
Theyâve reached his car and Peeta maneuvers them so that sheâs backed up against it. He leans in close, nuzzling beneath her ear and lacing their fingers together at their sides.
âI donât care, Katniss. How I feel about you isnât dependent on whether or not you do something like that.â
âBut⊠you want it,â she says softly.
âOf course I want it,â he whispers. âIf it happens, Iâm gonna love every second of it. But if it never happens, that wonât change the way I feel about you. Okay?â
Sheâs still biting her lip, but she nods and lets Peeta open the car door for her.
âCome on. Letâs get you home so we can take care of your feet.â
She climbs in and he makes his way around the car to do the same. Theyâre mostly quiet on the drive to her place, but when he parks in her driveway, he canât resist leaning over to kiss her once. Just a quick little one because he knows how she feels about people seeing them. Mainly her neighbors, in this case.
âBesides,â he murmurs when they separate, âhow am I gonna complain about it when you changed your mind because⊠what was it you said?â
He knows heâs got a shit eating grin on his face now, and Katniss is blushing and scowling at him.
âYou know exactly what I said. And that smile is not cute,â she huffs, motioning towards him. But he still canât wipe it off his face as she clambers from the car and he follows her.
He doesnât think heâll ever forget what happened when theyâd gotten a little hot and heavy, tucked away in a dark corner of her backyard while her parents were working late and Prim was sleeping over at a friendâs. The sudden drop of his stomach when she tugged his shorts down and his cock bobbed up only for a dark scowl to take over her face. And Peeta started to panic that there was something off putting about his dick. Maybe he hadnât washed well enough after practice and smelled a bit funky? He was about to suggest they try something else, about to call it off himself when sheâd blurted out one of the biggest ego strokes sheâs ever given him.
âHow am I supposed to fit all of this in my mouth? Unhinge my jaw?â
Not that sheâd never seen him before, but he supposed sheâd never given much thought to sucking his dick until that moment. Her perturbation had put a rather abrupt halt to their making out, but Peeta sure as shit wasnât gonna complain about it.
Her words had spawned an entirely new string of fantasies that had driven his frantic shower time masturbations for almost a week since it happened. Katniss getting him off with her mouth, without putting his cock in her mouth at all. Other than maybe just the tip.
Inside her house, Katniss calls out to make sure Primâs already made it safely home on the bus, bringing him out of his memories and back to the present.
âIâm here!â Prim shouts back and Katniss double checks the notes in the kitchen so she knows when to get dinner started for her parents.
Peeta stands beside her and helps where he can. When they reach a point where Katniss can take a break, she takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. Technically, her parents have a rule against Katniss having any boys in her room, especially when theyâre not here. His palms sweat a little with nerves, that they might get caught, but this isnât the first time theyâve broken the rules. And Primâs already shown she wonât tattle on them.
Heâs expecting her to sit on the bed and take her shoes off, but instead she locks the door and shoves Peeta back on the bed. A second time to get him to lay on his back.
âFoot massage?â he asks dumbly as she climbs on top of him, hovering over him on all fours. But then her mouth is on his and he gives up on talking. Resting his hands lightly on her hips, he follows her lead with the kisses. Sheâs being aggressive today and he shudders when she bites down on his bottom lip. Whimpers into her mouth when her hand slides down his body and starts palming him through his sweatpants.
âKatniss,â he whispers when she lifts her head and slides her hand back out of his pants. âCome here. I wanna taste you.â
He moves to push her hips up his body so sheâs sitting on his face, but Katniss shakes her head. And then his throat constricts and dries out completely as she turns herself around, still on all fours, so her knees are on either side of his chest.
âKatniss what are youâ?â He tries to ask as she shoves his sweat pants down his thighs. He obediently lifts his hips to help, hissing and gripping her thighs as she wraps one hand around his cock to pull him out of his shorts.
âIâm proving that asshole graffiti wrong,â she murmurs and Peetaâs eyes roll back in his head as her lips slide warm and wet over his tip. When he turns his head to moan into her pillow, his eyes land on her shoes, still on her feet. Her Sketchers. Heâs staring at them a few minutes later when he warns her that heâs about to come. And heâs still staring at them when he resurfaces from the haze of his release, a slow smile spreading over his mouth.
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