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Maybe something about second times, either sex or kisses or even sleeping together gbt, because the first time they’re so hesitant and nervous. Second time they’re giddy that it’s happening again

One wild night after he returns, they sit on the back porch and eat an entire cake with their hands. Neither of them ever had seconds growing up. They decide there’s no point in not making up for that, and feed each other vanilla sponge and raspberry jam until they’re too sticky to continue, and wash themselves clean with the spigot around the back of the house.

And later, she watches him shade the exact pink of her sister’s rosy nose, his eyes tearful, and she cups his cheek in her hand and turns his face to kiss him.

“Why’d you do that?” he whispers.

She can’t articulate it: how grateful she is that he came back to her, that he holds her grief as tenderly as he holds his own, that he preserves the memories of others, and how he does it so lovingly because his own memories were stolen — and how beautiful it is.

“You’re beautiful,” she tells him.

She tells him again in the way she lifts his sleep shirt over his head and stares at him in the lamplight like he’s too good to be true. She’s never seen him look that shy, unable to meet her eyes, until she leans forward and kisses an ugly scar on his shoulder. “You’re beautiful,” she repeats, and she keeps repeating it with her body long after he’s stolen her breath away.

And later still, as she’s ferreting through the icebox for something to eat, it occurs to her that it’s not food she’s still hungry for.

He’s stretching in the rumpled nest of blankets when she comes back from the kitchen empty-handed.

“Couldn’t find anything you wanted?”

“I want you,” she says. He sits up so quickly it’s almost comical, and she meets him halfway, overeager, maybe, but they’ve done their time starving, and there’s no point waiting to have seconds.

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Miscellaneous Monday

Tagged by @thelettersfromnoone 🫶 (here)

Outtake from Reunion! -> (Go check out THG Comment Feast!)

“You’re sharing a room with Johanna. She’s in therapy now, so we’ve got another half hour until she’s back. Which reminds me, you should watch out for your morphling, they’ve been weaning her off and I wouldn’t put it past her to take yours”

“She can have it.” I don’t particularly like this feeling and how can I mind when she was almost tortured to death by Snow after the Quarter Quell?

“Unfortunately that’s not how medicine works.”

I shrug.

‘I’m serious Katniss. I’m worried about her. She should be out of the hospital by now.”

She had no one before the Quell and now even the other Victors are too preoccupied: Beetee with his work, Finnick with Annie, Haymitch with the two of us. I can’t think about it for too long. “So will Haymitch be adopting her too?”

“Can’t. She’s not a minor. He’d have to marry her to get her assigned to our compartment.”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

He chuckles, “nah, I’m gonna ask Delly to take her on. Did you know she was here?”

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Chocolate

It’s bittersweet, how he comes to learn her again. Bitter, to tell him their memories as if he wasn’t there for them. Sweet, to feel like a schoolgirl, with a beau who treats their lunchtime as an opportunity to gather as much information about her preferences and peculiarities as he can.

She smiles over their meal of tomato sandwiches when he asks her what her favorite sound is and she’s not about to say that her current favorite sound is the slow, steady sound of him breathing beside her in bed, so she says the sound of wind in the trees. One day she’ll tell him the truth.

Sometimes, things come back to him—a tune from long ago, a scent from childhood—and he doesn’t need her confirmation. Like this morning, when she comes downstairs to find frost on the panes and a copper pot of hot chocolate merrily simmering away under his watchful eye.

“You like this,” he says, not a question, tapping the ladle on the pot edge. Two mugs sit ready for them by the sink. “We had it on our first train.”

She nods, and presses against his side, her arm looping into his. He glances down, maybe a bit surprised by her touch. It has only been a few months since his return. Bittersweet months.

Right now, it’s just sweet. All of it.

“I like this,” she says, and she stands on tiptoes, and kisses his cheek.

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Arranged marriage

“They said you’re my wife,” says the boy strapped to the bed.

“I told them that, for your immunity. Confirmed it. Or whatever. They had me sign the paperwork. Make it official.”

He considers his own pale, bruised knuckles. “Smart,” he finally assesses. “Thank you.”

“They said you’re aggressive,” she says, shifting her weight, aware that they are monitoring this interaction closely. “You don’t seem aggressive to me.”

Peeta makes a noise in his throat, something between a cough and an agitated groan. “No one will tell me anything. Not even what happened to me. I mean, I know I was tortured.” He gives an acerbic laugh that makes him wince. Ribs, probably. “I think they were experimenting on me. Needles.” His eyes go out of focus for a moment, then he stirs. “I don’t like doctors,” he says. “When I woke up, I guess I lashed out.”

Then that’s why she wasn’t allowed to visit him at first. Was the reasoning that he’d be a danger to her, or that she’d break down, seeing him as he is now: skeletal, battered, with a cold, brittle edge to his voice?

“And now?” she says, taking a step closer. “That you’ve been awake?”

He shakes his head. His mouth trembles. “I still don’t know what to think. I’m not a threat. Not to you. But it’s all the same. The Capitol. Thirteen. Beds. Restraints. Even the lights are the same. You’re the same. The same as when I dream of you — and I — ”

Katniss moves on instinct, climbing into the hospital bed, straddling his waist, and fumbling to undo the restraints. He stares up at her, his mouth parting in shock. She knows people are probably panicking behind the observation glass, but she doesn’t care. Haymitch can do damage control. He owes her that.

“It’s not all the same,” she says, freeing Peeta’s wrists, trying to ignore the pinprick scars all up and down his skin. “I’m here.” She wraps herself around him as the door opens and doctors come in, her arms around his welted back and her legs pinning him beneath her.

Peeta makes a pitiful sound, like a small boy frightened of a storm. “Katniss.” It’s like he’s just realized she’s real. His arms lock around her like a vise.

“Miss Everdeen,” comes the chastisement. “You can’t — ”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do with my own husband,” she snaps. “He’s fine. He’s safe.”

And later, they will have to untangle the safety net of lies they’ve woven to protect each other, but it’s enough for now that, after some dithering and checking of vitals, someone tells her, “Okay, Mrs. Mellark” and leaves them in peace.

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Peeta’s thoughts waking up and seeing Katniss beside him in that very scary pool of blood in the cave

This was a mean prompt lol but actually super fun because I now have headcanons about this time which I didn't before lol so thank you!! Enjoy 😊

I wake in darkness, the only light the moon outside the small opening at the mouth of our cave. I blink, my head foggy like after a dose of sleep syrup—

Sleep syrup! Katniss! I bolt upright, looking around, and spy her lying in a crumpled position outside the sleeping bag, a pool of blood surrounding her.

No! I told her not to risk her life for me! I scramble out of the sleeping bag, my fingers frantically searching for signs of life—is she breathing? Is her heart beating? I find signs of both and let out a breath of relief.

“You’re gonna be okay, Katniss,” I tell both her and myself. She has—has to be okay. Anything else is unthinkable.

I use what’s left of our water cleaning her wound, then I put some of the burn ointment on it from her backpack and rip strips of cloth off of my shirt to bandage her up. When I’ve tied the cloth around her head as tight as I dare, I strip her of her boots and socks which are soaking wet and lay them near the entrance of the cave to dry. I refill the water jugs in the stream outside, then I work to unbraid and wash Katniss’s hair so it’s free of the blood and mud. I think of how she bathed me in the stream just a few days ago, and now risked her life for mine...the girl I love is showing me all the tenderness I've dreamed of showing her.

I rebraid her clean hair, tying it off, and unzip the sleeping bag, laying her gently inside. She looks like she is merely asleep now and I stroke her cheek gently. With Katniss taken care of, I turn to our cave: refilling the water jugs for a second time, putting the drops of iodine in, and while I wait to be able to drink water, I grab moss off a rock outside to soak up the pool of blood. That is the best I can do under the circumstances, but I can’t leave it to attract predators.

I check again to make sure Katniss is breathing, her heart rate is steady, and once more reassured, I turn to what little food we have to assuage my grumbling stomach. I eat half of it before I realize what I’m doing, it should last longer than this, but I’ve eaten so little in the last few days being sick with fever. Still, guilt sinks through me. I shall give Katniss what remains when she wakes.

Rain begins to pour down in earnest and I settle in for a long night of watch. Please wake soon, I think desperately. I can’t bear it if I never see her gray eyes again, never hear her laugh. I’ve loved her for so long... am I to lose her so soon? Hours pass in agony as I watch for signs of life, the gentle rise and fall of her chest a soothing balm to my aching heart.

Near daybreak, she stirs. I stroke her cheek softly, “Katniss? Katniss, can you hear me?”

Her gray eyes open, widening in alarm and then softening when they register me. “Peeta,” she says. Warmth rushes through me at the sound of my name on her lips.

“Hey,” I say. “Good to see your eyes again.”

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Who is she?

Okay so inspired by a post @finnicksannie had up. Drunken Katniss, crying because because her fake fiancee Peeta told her he was taken when she asked.......

My imagination had a very clear idea where it wanted to go so I followed it! It's an AU fic, no Hunger Games and was written quickly as I wait to watch The Falcon and the Winter Soldier so apologies for the mistakes.

Hope you enjoy @oakfarmer12 (since you tags got me thinking about making it a story) @honeylime08 @javistg @french-janelle

Katniss Everdeen woke up with a head full of fuzz and a mouth as dry as a desert. She was still wearing her jeans and shirt, but her shoes were off and beside her locker was a glass of water. She was glad her drunk self had some sense last night.

I knew it was a bad idea to go out and celebrate last night; the final performance of the drama society She had the lead female role in her school production of Panem’s most famous play “Merrily we love” the premise of the play was fake relationships, standing up for yourself and finding happy endings -even if they aren’t traditional endings.

Her character was being -for the sake of her kingdom - made to choose a man to marry, none of who she knew. Her suitors were going to try and win her hand in competition, as she was a prize rather than a person. However with the help of her best friend and a fake engagement was able to avoid the arrangement and in time convince her parents that she did not need a husband and if she did marry she wanted it to be for love. The play ended with her character remaining unmarried, happy and hopeful for her future.

Last night was the final show, and the mayor's daughter had arranged a party. Normally Katniss avoided these things but Gale had insisted she go.

She remembered some of the night but thanks to more than a few beers there were distinct blanks in her night.

She was just mustering the energy to get out of bed when her phone rang. She sat up and located the phone.

“Hello?”

“Catnip! How’s the head?” answered the ridiculously perky Gale Hawthorne.

“Jesus Gale stop shouting. What is wrong with you? You are normally a grumpy ass.” She mumbled.

“Can’t a guy just call his best friend and check on her especially since she was so wasted last night?” He practically sing songed down the phone at her.

“Gale. Cut the crap? You clearly have something to say.” Katniss moaned wondering what exactly her drunk ass had done last night.

“Well it’s just you were flirting up a storm with Mellark last night…”

Katniss was glad Gale couldn’t see her face which was burning. Peeta Mellark had been playing the part of her best friend and fake fiancé in “Merrily..”

Before the play they had just been acquaintances. Then rehearsals happened and they ended up spending time together and somehow they had ended up as a couple. A secret couple that no one knew about.

She tried to play it off as a joke “Well he is my fake-fiancé.”

“Oh yeah that’s true. It was even funnier when you asked him if he was single.”

“No!!! I didn’t!!”

“Oh yes you did and then….. and then….” Gale was wheezing with laughter. “And then you cried when he said he wasn’t.”

“Wait what?” Katniss threw herself back on her bed and wished at that very moment for a meteor to strike the earth and end the world.

“Oh yeah full on tears. It was made all the funnier because not 15 minutes beforehand you told me “your secret “; that you and Mellark were a couple.” Gale was absolutely delighting in telling her this.

“Wha?! Who else saw this? How bad was I? Oh god.” Katniss sort of felt like crying again.

On the other end of the phone Gale toyed with the idea of tormenting Katniss some more, but he couldn’t do it.”

“Katniss relax, Mellark and I were the only people with you. You were buzzing at Madge’s but wanted to leave so I offered to walk you home. Peeta happened to be leaving too so joined us. I know now that was bullshit,dude just wanted to make sure his girl got home okay.”

“Anyway we sat on the steps of your house when you told me about you and Mellark. I have to admit I didn’t think you could keep secrets. He was shocked that you were outing them as a couple, although he mentioned your were going to make it official in a few weeks once the play was done and forgotten”

“He was even more shocked when you FORGOT you were the reason he wasn’t single. You started bawling then wished him well and hoped that his girlfriend knew how unbelievably special he was.”

“Then you kind of demanded to know and I quote “WHO IS SHE? I need her to know if she hurts Peeta I’ll shoot an arrow in her eye!!” and then you passed out in his lap. I have never heard you talk so much in the eight years I’ve known you.”

“Oh hell, poor Peeta I have to call him. I am never drinking again, how was he when he left?” Katniss asked, assuming Gale had brought her in and put her to bed.

“Peeta helped me get you into bed, he’s a nice guy I can see why you fell for him. If you check your sofa you can ask him yourself. He offered to stay and keep an eye on your drunken ass to make sure you were okay. If you guys are up for it I’m meeting Jo at Sae’s in an hour, if not enjoy your hangover.”

“I will and Gale? Thank you.”

“No probs, see you later”

Katniss hung up and walked out to her living room, she heard the soft snores before she saw him. There on her sofa was Peeta Mellark. His blond hair all over the place, his shoes and jacket neatly placed on the floor and the chair beside him.

She touched his shoulder and shook him gently. He slowly opened his eyes and focused his blue eyes on her, a sleepy smile gracing his face.

“Hey.” he smiled up her.

“Hey, the bed’s more comfortable if you want to join me” she said touching his face, loving the feeling of his stubble as he leaned into her touch.

“That sounds perfect.” he replied

“I do….but first I really have to have a shower, and maybe afterwards we could spend the day here just doing nothing, together?” she asked shyly.

Peeta grinned up at her “I’d like that very much, although my girlfriend might not approve. I should probably ask her.” and he grabbed his mobile and started calling someone.

Katniss was genuinely confused until she heard her phone ring from the bedroom.

“Well aren’t you going to answer that?” asked Peeta looking all angelic.

She couldn’t help but laugh, knowing she was never going to live down last night's drunken outburst.

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#38 (micro story) please and thank you! ;)

Thanks, @mandelion82

38. Soak

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More NSFW.

“So what you’re telling me is that you aren’t affected by me, by my presence, at all?” Peeta asks, his lips just inches from mine. 

When he speaks, his tone is low, and it is dangerous to my resolve; each word is velvet soft and curls deep within my belly. Everything about the man, from his crooked smile to his piercing blue eyes, is a seduction, and I am more than ripe for picking. 

He waits on my answer like a trained cat, ready to pounce. “No one has to know. It can be our secret.” Peeta stands so close to me in the dark hallway, caging my smaller form in with his body. “No one needs to know your sworn enemy has become your lover.”

“No,” I answer. My chin lifts up, but still, I curse the tremble in my voice at his nearness, showing my answer for the lie that it is. 

I hate the man so much- I wish I could convince my body of the same thing.

“No, you don’t want me, or no, you shouldn’t?” He asks, moving closer. It infuriates me that, yes, Peeta knows I want him but will wait for me to make the first move like the bastard he is. This means it’s up to me to stop this dance of seduction or move things forward. I’m so weak and so ready for a man’s touch. 

No, not just any man’s touch- his touch. I can admit that now.

“I shouldn’t,” I whisper, my harsh tone dropping away. The way my chest heaves is hardly subtle. Peeta has been with enough women, surely, to recognize my desire.

“Katniss, there’s nothing wrong with giving in to your hunger,” his fingers lightly trail across the skin of my shoulders. He hesitates at the upper curve of my breasts, exposed to his view by the wide neckline of my dinner dress. “It’s perfectly natural. Sex makes the world go ‘round. I just bet,” he says, his voice dropping conspiratorially as he tilts his head to whisper in my ear, “your underthings are positively soaked in your own desire, aren’t they? If I got down on my knees before you and pushed up your skirt, your sweet scent would fill my nostrils. Don’t deny it- I’ve never known you to be a liar before. Don’t start the habit now.”

My face flames at his words, anger at his forwardness and disgust with myself warring because yes, damn him, Peeta is right. I am a trembling, flaming mess.

“Why you-” I begin, but stop when he backs away from me, finally, at entirely the wrong moment.

In the growing distance between us, I am hot and flustered, and so angry. Where does he think he’s going?

“Think of me tonight when you are alone in your bed,” Peeta says, his eyes burning through me like a white-hot flame, “because I will surely be thinking of you.”

With those words, he turns to leave me alone, but to his credit, he stops immediately when I speak. He does not turn around to look at me yet, but I know I have his attention, regardless.

I am too hot-headed and foolish, it shall be the death of me one day, but tonight I will not be denied. “No,” I say defiantly. “I will not think of you alone in my bed.”

“And why is that?” Peeta asks, his head finally turning to the side. It’s too dark in the hall to see where his focus is, but I sense that I have every bit of his attention.

“Because I will have you in it,” I say, stepping towards him. “And damn the consequences.”

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Hurry Down the Chimney

For the Anon (I think you were Anon…) who asked for some naughty Christmas themed Come On Baby, Light My Fire. It’s a little late, but I managed something. Also yes, I shamelessly used a lyric from Santa Baby for the title. Mainly because I couldn’t think of a good word to use, lol. Bon Appétit.

RATED M for sexual themes and language.

There may be a part two for this. Because I am a horrible tease today and am undecided on the matter. mwahahahahahaha.

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I don’t know if you take requests, but if you do, could you draw a pregnant Katniss pretty please?? Thank you 💕💕

This took me ages, sorry anon! I hope you like the bonus Peeta. Lol. What do you think they’re saying to each other? 😂

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Wrote this last night at 2am. Reposting instead of reblogging the original photo, now that I actually know what I am doing in the light of day.

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the-peeta-pocket wrote: someone use this as inspiration to write a disgustingly cheesy everlark drabble now please

The moonlight streams through the open window, casting enough light on the bed to ensure I don’t need to turn on the light when I enter the room. Although the covers are bunched up in a way that prevents me from getting a good look, the light snores I hear are as good an indication as any that my husband is sound asleep. Good. Peeta doesn’t need to know how long I’ve been up.

I sneak into the master bath, prepping myself for bed as quickly and quietly as I can, before tiptoeing my way to the bed. I carefully lift up the duvet and slip under the covers. Peeta sleeps with his back to me. I move to wrap my arms around him, cocooning him with my whole body. He’s so warm, I think to myself with a smile. Lying here under the covers, you’d never know that it’s still snowing out.

Instinctively, I snuggle in closer. But just as I move to tuck my toes under Peeta’s thigh-

“Ahhh! Fuck, that’s cold!” Peeta screams with a jolt. I grab his arm in an effort to keep him from falling out of bed.

I knew I should have put socks on first.

“Sorry, love,” I say apologetically. “It’s still really cold out, and the window’s open…just go back to sleep, okay?”

“Are you just getting to bed now? What time is it?” Bleary eyed, Peeta fumbles for the glasses on his nightstand so he can get a good look at the clock radio he insists on keeping on the dresser across from us. “1:37? Really?”

“It’s not that late,” I argue. “You make it sound like I’ve just snuck home after staying out until last call.”

“It’s late enough for people like us…you know, the kind that never get any sleep because they have two kids and jobs that require them to get up at dawn,” he points out with a smirk.

“Says you.”

“Says me. What were you doing up so late, anyway?”

“Nothing,” I say, grabbing his arm and pulling it around me so that I’m the little spoon. Hopefully this way he won’t catch the look on my face as I answer his question.

Peeta, however, is too sharp to fall for my ruse. Leaning in close, he speaks in a low whisper. “Katniss….have you been reading fan fiction again?”

Shit.

“No…?” I half say, half ask in a manner that makes it 100 percent clear that that’s exactly what I was doing.

He chuckles. “You know, you don’t have to be embarrassed about it. It’s okay.”

I squirm in his arms. “Mmhmm.” There’s not much else I can say - he might be telling the truth, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find it mildly mortifying that I’ve been caught.

Peeta’s breath tickles my neck as he teases, “You were reading the smutty kind, weren’t you?”

I can feel my ears warming. In retaliation, I swat at his hand. “Shut up.”

“Oh, you were!”

“Good night, Peeta,” I say with finality, pulling the covers up so that the duvet covers my face. Of course, in the process I end up exposing our bare feet to the cold air, but I refuse to make a move to adjust the blanket a second time.

Peeta just laughs lightly, rubbing his feet against mine to keep them warm. Enveloping me in his arms, he plants a kiss in my hair. “Good night, Katniss. I love you.”

I can’t help but smile. “I love you too.”

“Even when you wake me up with freezing feet in the middle of the night after you’ve stayed up too late reading fanfic.”

“Shut up.”

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AFTER THE FIRE, ASHES REMAIN

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I started this fic in 2015, last time I updated it was 2018.

Some of you would think , why am I finishing it now? The answer is easy: Kika.

I didn’t have time to finish before the deadline of @promptsinpanem but I still promised myself to finish the Fic to honor her and her amazing writing . She was one of the first Everlark writers I read. She was one of my fave writers also.

I had the luck and honor to work in this project with @ombradellaluna who has illustrate the ending of the fic with a gorgeous drawing in honor of Kika also.

Read the fic here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3723424/chapters/8248228

Please drop your comments and thoughts and reblog so everyone can see the GORGEOUS illustration.

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Tósta

Chapter 1 

“Well, Ye’d have to promise me your firstborn.” Peeta’s voice was soft beguiling.

 “My firstborn,” Katniss shrieked, her mind quickly going over what that meant. Her father said that when a fairy took interest in a mortal, they never let go until they obtained what they sought. -

Special thanks to @javistg​ for her excellent Beta skills :)

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Sweater Weather

Author: @eiramrelyat​

Prompt: Back to school Everlark, and Katniss keeps stealing Peeta’s sweater. [submitted by @do-you-wanna-sugarcube​​]

Rating: T 

Author’s note: Also, I’d like to thank @jroseley​ for being a wonderful proofreader. Enjoy!

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The Arrangement

Summary: Despite their breakup, Katniss still isn’t over her ex-boyfriend Gale. Her best friend Madge is determined to help her move on and knows just the perfect guy for her: Enter Peeta Mellark. The only problem is—he’s in love with Madge.

Except…maybe that’s not such a problem, after all.

Written for @promptsinpanem.

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This began as a prompt posted by @mellarked-katnisseverdeen “What would’ve happened if Peeta went to work in the Mine?”

It was preread and beta’d by @awkwardeverlark @justajjfan and @lovely-tothe-bone. Thanks so much guys!

All mistakes are mine!

For @promptsinpanem and kika. 

The Mine. Rated M

Peeta and Katniss grow together in the shadow of the Mine.

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Sneak Peek of Tósta

Based off this post - A story that intrigued me about what happened after she’d gotten her wish from thee fairy…thanks to @javistg​ for taking this story on and betaing it.

The woods always made Katniss feel alive. 

She ran to a small clearing where her father had told her the fairies liked to gather. Katniss settled on a soft tuft of spring grass. There once was a ring of stones located here, now there was a semicircle. There were rumors about the mystical power of this place.  Her father Alvin was full of stories about the fairies and the mischief they caused.

Her mother did not like the stories, but she never stopped them from being told. 

Her father always said the King of the fairies loved this spot. He told her they were bakers, and loved presents. Her father said this spot in the woods was a place of deep magic.  A place where the mortal world met the immortal one.

There was a song that spoke of a love between a fairy and a human. A broken heart, and a lover who willed themselves to die was the result. Her mother forbade the song to be sung in their home. She said that one should never invite the fairies because they caused mischief. Katniss had only heard it once but, as she looked up at the canopied sky, she could see the dark stars peeking through the leaves of the trees.

The song bubbled up from within her heart. It began as a hushed hum, but soon the words slipped from her mouth as if they were threaded with the strings of her soul. Her voice carried through the darkened forest and, unbeknownst to Katniss, it attracted small woodland creatures. 

Katniss poured her grief, her fright, and her frustrations into each word of the song.

“What a lovely tune.”

The male voice startled Katniss.

She found herself staring into a beautiful male face, it then occurred to her he was floating. “Augh!” her yell startled several birds and they took off flying.

Katniss quickly got up and ran. But, as she escaped, she found herself right back where she started. 

The man sat on the patch of grass she had been occupying. Thinking he must have out run her; she ran in another direction but, once more, found herself coming to the same spot. 

This time, she did not run. She stalked toward another direction, taking her time, only to find herself face to face with him again. Katniss once more attempted to walk away, but irrevocably found herself back at the same spot.

“Are Ye tired yet?” He had a bit of a brogue accent, and was looking at his fingernails as if bored.

He was lying down, no, Katniss corrected herself, he was hovering, over the spot. It was an unnatural sight but, given what she had just experienced, perhaps it was she who stood on unnaturally un-firm ground.