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The Quell Masterpost

Chapter 1

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The Quell

Hi welcome to this multipart fic. I will not be reenacting scenes exactly how they played out int the movies/books. I will not be repeating conversations exactly how they were spoken. This fic is aimed mostly at an audience who already has an understanding of the books. This fic is an adaption of Catching Fire. Thx for reading!

Chapter 1

The atmosphere was tense as they were loaded into the train car. No final waves of goodbye or glimpses back in the direction of District 11. Occasional gunshots caused Katniss to wince as she attempted to suppress the urge to run back to the square. To offer her life over the thousands she’d just put in jeopardy. Peeta’s hand graced her shoulder. The familiar sensation brought her back to reality and she squinted as the dimly lit dining room appeared. Haymitch was the first to sit. He ran a slightly nervous hand through his already dishevelled hair and patted his breast pocket to assure that no one had swiped his almost completely concealed flask. As if anyone would come between Haymitch and his liquor.

“What on earth were you both thinking?” His voice cut like a knife and Katniss winced. Though he wasn’t one to sugar coat, he usually gave her the benefit of the doubt. He knew how close she was to Rue. Still brimming with emotion from their conversation in the attic of the town’s hall she glared at him before muttering something about not feeling up to a lecture and storming out of the dining room. No one uttered a word in response.

Usually it wasn’t the falling asleep that plagued her, but the nightmares that made closing her eyes unbearable. On this particular night sleep wasn’t worth it. Her eyes traced the grooves in the ceiling, the train rocking back and forth. The tracks between District 11 and 10 were always the most unpredictable. Something, despite the two trips on this train she’d previously taken, she hadn’t yet gotten used to. It was past midnight when Peeta finally appeared in the doorway. She was almost angry with him that he’d taken so long before silently cursing at the realization that she’d become fully reliant on his presence every night in order to stay sane. She wouldn’t have this same privilege once they returned. Once everything was back to normal. The thought of this made her want to turn him away but her body mimicked otherwise.

“What took you so long?” The weakness in her voice made her want to crawl out of her skin. Peeta’s eyes softened and he tugged off the white button down that had begun to hug him in ways that looked almost uncomfortable. He’d been training lately as if they were bound to end up back in the games, which was an irrational but understandable fear. Peeta was the farthest thing from weak but she could tell that his lack of ineptness during those weeks was starting to gnaw on him. Especially when the clips were constantly being broadcasted on every screen and hologram in Panem. This had resulted in him being routinely absent from every train car but the one carrying all the weights. She assumed it was the result of his tardiness.

“Talking to Haymitch,” Peeta shrugged, climbing into bed beside her and wrapping his arms around her. She could tell by his expression that his mind was elsewhere. She didn’t expect him to elaborate but he did. “I think…” she could tell he was choosing his words carefully, “to keep everyone safe we should just stick to the cards. I can do most of the talking.” He glanced down at her, relieved to find that she wasn’t glaring up at him in defiance. “I don’t want any more blood on our hands.” Katniss nodded, resting her chin on his chest and squeezing her eyes shut as the image of Rue’s family flashed in her mind for what seemed like the thousandth time today. “We’re going to get through this tour, Katniss. Less than two weeks now.”

“Haymitch was right,” She shook her head, trying to avoid eye contact. “We never get off this train, Peeta. This is our life now. We’re the Capitol’s puppets, their entertainment. We’ll have their big white wedding, and once they start to get bored of that, President Snow made it clear that we’d have kids and then we’ll spend the rest of our lives praying that they won’t be picked. Which they will. I’m not sure how but there’s no way…”

“Katniss,” his voice stilled her, she wasn’t aware she’d been shuddering. “Can we talk about this later?” She glanced up at him to find his jaw locked shut and his eyebrows creased. She hadn’t noticed she’d hit a nerve in him as well. She dropped her head and nodded, pressing her temple into his chest and let out a long, shaky exhale. He ran his hair through her dark curls, separating the tangles at the bottom caused by her tossing and turning for hours before he’d arrived.

“Stay with me?” She said quietly enough that he might’ve not heard it. The words were uttered softly and frequently enough that they’d become a symbol of reassurance, not only to him but to her as well.

“Always,” his breath was warm by her ear. She lifted her lips to his. The guilt had begun to fade as the nights had more frequently ended this way. At first the regret overcame her, causing her absence at many breakfasts and refusal to make eye contact with him until he’d appear at her doorway each night; however, now the routine was comforting. The idea that they were both using each other for the same purpose. To escape.

Districts 10 through 1 seemed as though they were nothing but a hallucination. She felt as though most of the time she just being shoved to and from the stage and train. The assemblies were mostly a blur. Peeta kept his promise about doing most of the talking and Katniss would usually add a couple of numb words at the end. At points she was so visibly nauseated by the cards she was reading that she could feel Peeta’s blistered hand grip her waist for support. Other times she barely felt as though she understood the context of what she was saying.

“Eat, Katniss.” Effie’s words cut through the silence, sending a shock down the three victor’s spines. She glanced down at her bowl of steaming beef stew and aromatic baguette with butter. Her mother used to make a version of this meal back when her father was still alive. Usually with deer meat and potatoes if the hunting had been plentiful that week, if not squirrel meat was used as a suitable substitute.

“God's sake, sweetheart.” Haymitch lifted his glass of what appeared to be whiskey. “You can’t be arriving at the Capitol looking like a bag of bones.” She felt Peeta’s hand brush her thigh and heat rose to her cheeks. She lifted a numb handful of bread to her lips and tried not to gag as she forced it down. The three others turned their heads back to their lunch.

-

The first view of the Capitol never got old for Peeta. The city glittered like a diamond on the elevated plains. Water cascading down from the lake that reflected the morning sunrise. Katniss was twitching in his arms and he traced a finger along her arm to soothe her. Haymitch’s remark about her looking like a bag of bones from the day before wasn’t too far off. Her face was sunken, cheekbones and jawline protruding and her ribs poked out like a child in twelve after a long winter. He barely touched her these days, worried she wasn’t exactly aware of what was going on around her. Seeing Cinna would help, he assured himself. It always did.

He untangled himself from her grasp and slid off of the firm mattress, pulling on the sweatpants and plain t-shirt he’d been wearing the night before. He’d have an outfit laying on his bed to change into, as Katniss had one waiting on her couch. Their outfits were always picked out and placed before they awoke, with no explanation about who had set them there. He glanced at Katniss’. Another jumpsuit, an emerald green with a deep grey trim. Slightly more tailored, probably aligned with the current Capitol fashion trend and a pair of simple, black heeled boots. He knew she’d be grumbling about that for the remainder of their day.

“Where are you going?” her voice stopped him from exiting through frosted glass doors.

“To change,” he replied, glancing back to find her eyes tracing the room. “It’s morning, you slept through the night.” Her head cocked to the side as she glanced out the window, her eyes catching the early morning rays of sunlight.

-

“So for the schedule,” Effie’s voice was filled with bubbly positivity, “we’ll start with wedding preparations. You’ll both have fittings throughout the day and I will be in meetings regarding guest lists, venues and menus. I’ll be sure to fill you all in. Do you have any requests?” She turned to the both of them.

Katniss glared at her bowl of oatmeal in disgust. “A postponement or cancellation.”

“Sweetheart, it’s happening whether you like it or not,” Haymitch shook his head, squinting at the visibly frustrated brunette. “The earlier you accept that–”

“We’ll trust your choices, Effie,” Peeta interrupted as cheerfully as possible, to which Effie clasped her hands together and batted her extravagantly large eyelashes.

“It is my pleasure," she gushed before continuing. "After these quick few appointments there will be a period of downtime. For you to rest, relax and prepare for tonight's events. Though it is a celebration of you, it will be taxing. Everyone who’s anyone wants to meet you and I hear the new head gamemaker will be making an appearance.” Katniss’ head shot up at that, a subtle smirk playing on her lips.

“Why? Because Seneca got the esteemed governmental execution?”

“Katniss!” Effie squawked, looking around in horror. Haymitch choked on his brandy-spiked coffee and coughed out a chuckle. “That is exactly the type of attitude we are trying to avoid on this wonderful vacation.”

“Vacation?” The coldness in Katniss’ voice echoed through the car. Her next move was almost to be expected, she slammed a butter knife directly into the glossed mahogany table and stormed out of the dining room.

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soooo I literally cant handle greys rn. I feel like the reused storyline of Amelia leaving her significant other when things get tough and immediately rebounding with no character growth is really starting to get to me. so for the indefinite future I will be resulting to my fifteen year old obsession and writing an everlark fic. embarrassing but really returning to my fanfic roots. ok thanks.

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I love Amelia with my whole heart and Link is being a bit of a bitch but if she cheats on him I'm gonna be pissed af

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also who is writing Link rn cause they are doing an awful job so random

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IS ANYONE ELSE CONCERNED BY THE PROMO THAT AMELIA IS LEAVING GREY SLOAN OR IS IT JUST ME

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☺️☺️

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heyyyy besties. sorry I haven't been posting fics. or anything really. that finale got me FUCKED. and the motivation is lowwwww. but if any of y'all wanna send me fic prompts (amelink or marecal even) just feel free. might write might won't. but if I get a prompt that motivates me I might go crazy and write it🤪

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yeahhhhhhhhh

Private practice was actually a very great show, just the only good characters was addison, Amelia, Cooper, and Charlotte. Most of the characters were bad so it made the show less interesting.

omg PETE AND SAM AND VIOLET WERE SO BAD.

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SORRY. I GOT HACKED???

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please please write one with 45 and amelink

Amelia smoothed out the bottom of her silk dress for the fifth time. It wasn't like the dress needed smoothing, she realized as she stood in the corner of the room, surveying herself in the mirror. Link had tended to it with an iron meticulously the night before and it was practically perfect. The smoothing was more of an anxious tick. The dress itself fell to just above her knees and the sage green colour complemented her recently touched up brunette curls. She added two gold hoops to her ears and took a step back again to allow her eyes to trace over the entirety of herself.

"Do I look okay?" She glanced back at Link who was focused on his tie, his fingers folding it over back and forth before he met her eyes. His absent expression morphed into a small grin as he took in her appearance.

"You look amazing, Mia," he gushed, running his hands down the side of her body and resting on her hips. "Why are you stressing?" He placed a gently kiss on the top of her hair, careful not to shift any piece out of where it had been carefully styled. He could read her like a book; the little furrow in her brow and he could tell she was biting the inside of her cheek in worry. She shrugged, knowing he'd think she was being dramatic.

"I just haven't really been out yet. My body bounced back pretty quickly with Scout. It's been taking longer with Charlotte." She straightened his tie until it was centred precisely and avoided his gaze. Link sighed, they'd discussed this briefly a couple of days ago and he hadn't known what to tell her other than how beautiful she thought she looked. And he wasn't lying. The extra weight that was clinging on around her hips and puffed up her cheeks was undeniably adorable on her. Despite already giving birth, she still had that pregnancy glow that made her so desirable to him and he was almost reluctant to go back to work since they'd been practically glued to each other and to their newborn for the last two weeks.

"Babe, I'm going to be suppressing a boner all night from having to be around you in that dress," he laughed, cupping his wife's cheeks as they grew red and warm in his hands.

"Stop it," she rolled her eyes, hiding a small smile as batted his hands off her face and turned back to the mirror to blotch the areas where his fingertips had worn the makeup off.

"What? It's true," he teased, wrapping his arms around her abdomen and resting his head on her shoulder, which was a bit of a reach from his usual place of towering over her. "See? We look smoking." He got a laugh out of her with that one and pressed a kiss against the side of her cheek before going into the washroom to spray his cologne. The smell drifted into the bedroom and she was immediately relaxed by the warm and woody smell.

"You're sure your parents are okay to watch them?" She asked tentatively, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear and running her fingertips along the simple gold pendant necklace that Link had gotten her for their anniversary this past year.

"Mia, they're beyond thrilled. You haven't let a soul near Charlotte for two weeks. They're dying to meet her."

"I know, I know. I just felt like with Scout everyone was with him constantly and I just wanted to have a little while with just the four of us." She bit her lip, hoping that no one was resenting her for her decision.

"Hey, you're all good," Link assured her, walking back into the bedroom. "They all understand." He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before passing her the small white purse she had chosen. "But we need to get out of this apartment because we're both going slightly insane."

"Okay, fine," she grinned, allowing him to interlock his hand with hers and lead her out of the four walls that they'd been happily trapped in for the last couple of weeks. "But if you are having any trouble suppressing that boner, I'm sure the venue has a bathroom."

"Amelia!" Link sputtered, glancing back at his wife who was practically choking on her laughter and looking as beautiful as ever in the early evening sunlight.

[amelialincoln]

Would u want to make a fic of a love triangle between link, jo & amelia? Like based on what's coming on s18 <3333

Whoever you are I love you and I thank you for supporting my page; however, I would not want to make a love triangle fic and I am PRAYING that the grey’s writers don’t get lazy and resort to the love triangle storyline they have been pushing on almost every couple for 18+ years (other than when Addie shook merder that was fucking iconic)

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enjoy these little cuties. may do more if u guys enjoy. i don't think i have the mental capacity to write an actual fic rn so this might b it for the meantime.

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For the prompts. 15 Amelia and Addison

TW: Addiction/Substance Abuse (I kinda hate the way this is written but oh well)

Amelia's body tingled as wave after wave rolled over her. She loved that analogy. She always loved the waves. It came to her when she and Ryan used to get high on Addison's porch, staring out at

California's deep blue water. Ryan had come up with it first. On that particular night they were smoking a joint. A fat one that Ryan had ground and rolled himself or they wouldn't have shared. 'Feels like a wave' she remembered him saying, as he reached out his hand to pass it to her. He was referring to each hit and she nodded in agreement.

She hadn't smoked much weed in her life. Always into whatever would get her the most fucked up. And most of the time marijuana, even sativa, just made her tired. But since the pandemic started, that was all she'd been craving. And after the blowout with Link, she finally gave her body what it deserved. Her phone crackled to life in the back pocket of her jeans.

"What the heck?" She slurred, reaching for the illuminated screen. "Hello?" She found herself asking into the device, wondering who had called her.

"Hi, Amelia?" The voice made her panic and she instinctively pressed the joint into the wooden bench she was sitting on.

"Hi?" Was all her brain could think of to say. She'd curse her own stupidity if she wasn't high as a kite.

"You called me, remember?" Addison yawned. Amelia squinted at the lockscreen of her phone. It read: 3:37am. Whoops. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine." She leaned back onto the bench, tilting her head up to the sky. "I got to go."

"Amelia," Addison's voice made it clear that she had woken up. "Where are you?"

"I'm on a wave, Addie." Her voice was light and airy as her head lulled forward, in tune with the crashing on the shore. "You should try it sometime."

"What the hell are you--" The phone rang silent and the world collapsed into stillness. Amelia's thumb still hovered over what had once been a red button on her phone and now illuminated about a hundred missed calls from her ex boyfriend. She turned the phone off, wondering momentarily what the point of having one is at all and fished through her bag for a lighter. The riptide was bringing her out to sea now and she needed something to bring her back to shore.

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1 link scout fluff

Link loved being a dad. That was one thing that was clear as day in Amelia's eyes. And he was good at it. In a way that would probably make her jealous if they were competing and not coparenting (she had to remind herself of this often).

When she'd first gotten pregnant she'd been so worried she'd have to give up her career, or have to force Link to take a step down from his. And to her surprise, she wasn't forced to do anything and Link was happier then she'd ever seen him to stay at home with their son and entertain each other all day. But there was one thing that (if they were competing, which they weren't...right?) Link could not seem to grasp for the life of him. And to Amelia's surprise, it was a task that she wouldn't even consider a hardship. It was so simple it was almost funny. And despite him being such an amazing dad, she could tell that the fact that he had to rely on Amelia for this particular responsibility was pissing him off to an extent that was almost comical. No, scratch that, it was definitely comical.

"Stop moving!" Link hissed, trying to wrestle the squirming baby into a clean diaper. "Scout, lie still for Dadda." His voice cracked in a way that made Amelia wonder, from her place against the doorframe where she was watching with amusement, if he was going to cry.

"Need any help?" She practically sang. Link peered over his shoulder in confusion.

"Uh...I didn't know you were home." He shrugged nonchalantly as if he weren't failing miserably. "Nah, we're fine."

"Oh yeah for sure." She nodded animatedly at him, her voice oozing sarcasm. "So you know he's peeing right?" Link's head whipped back to their son, who was currently pissing all over his changing table.

"Shit," he cursed, covering Scout's bottom half with another diaper and holding it there until he assumed he was finished, he wasn't.

"Man, you're sure keeping him hydrated." Amelia was enjoying this scene a little too much.

"Shut up," Link grumbled. He failed to place the sticky pads, wrapping them too tightly to the point where the colour started to drain from Scout's legs. "Dammit," Link muttered, trying to pry them off and start again before sighing in failure and slumping forward. "Can you just get over here and help?"

"Of course," Amelia gloated, smiling triumphantly as he stepped out of the way. "Don't worry, honey. You'll get it one day. Just takes practice."

"I do practice," Link's cheeks turned a shade of red as he realized he'd forgotten to remove the diaper from the teddy bear in the living room that he'd been practicing on. "Uh...I'll be right back," he mumbled, sneaking out of the room to take care of the makeshift diaper dummy as if his girlfriend hadn't already seen it.

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#16 amelink

Amelia bounced her babbling toddler on her lap absentmindedly, humming a pieced together tune about horses that she somewhat remembered from her own childhood. Scout had kept his movement baby tendencies long into his second stage of life and, while she wasn't opposed to it, her arms had gotten quite the toning from lifting him up and down and side to side for the past two years.

"Dadda!" Scout wiggled with happiness on his mother's lap as his father pushed open the apartment door. Link glanced at the pair with a forced smile that caused her own grin to falter.

"You good, babe?" She asked, swinging Scout to rest against her hip as she carefully stood up from the sofa. Link nodded almost immediately as if he knew what she was going to question before the words left her mouth.

"Yeah, fine," he replied. "Just give me a sec, okay? I'll come help with dinner. Just give me a sec," he repeated as he somewhat staggered into their bedroom. She heard the bathroom door shut before the muffled sound of her boyfriend throwing up reached her ears.

"Dadda okay?" Scout questioned, running his chubby fingers along Amelia's furrowed brow.

"He's okay, baby. Maybe just a bit sick. Do you want to go give him a hug to make him feel better?"

"Yeah!" Scout exclaimed, clapping his hands together with excitement. Amelia walked into the bedroom hesitantly. Link was always the type of person to lock himself in the guest room or bathroom until he was feeling better when he was sick, even if it lasted for days. He was the world's most terrible patient. Never wanted to be looked after. She knocked gently on the bathroom door, surprised to find it unlocked. "Hi, Dadda," Scout greeted his father as they stepped into the stuffy bathroom. Link was propped up against the wall, his face pale and a line of sweat gathering at his forehead. Scout must've seen the change in his mother's face when she saw the state of him and stopped trying to lunge out of her arms to give Link a hug. Instead he wrapped his arms around Amelia's neck and burrowed his tiny head into her neck. Amelia wondered if it was upsetting him to see his dad look so weak when usually Link exuded the opposite.

"You don't look good." She knelt down by his side and pushed a couple of sweaty strands of hair behind his left ear. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" Link shook his head firmly, swaying a bit as if the motion dizzied him.

"Mia, I'm good. J-Just go back into the kitchen, okay?" He swallowed. "I'll be out in a second. I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." She bit her lip. "It's okay if you aren't feeling well. You've seen me hurl enough times when I was pregnant with this monkey." She nudged Scout with her shoulder who peered out of his hiding spot in her neck and glanced worriedly at his father.

"I'm okay, bud. Promise," Link mustered up an almost normal grin for his son who still looked quizzical.

"You catch the flu or something? I'm pretty sure we got our shot this season...maybe that was last year? God, it's so hard to keep up. Or food poisoning?" She thought back to their dinner out the night before. Link heaved and he glanced back at the toilet bowl.

"Amelia, just get out," he snapped, forcefully enough to cause her to flinch. The sympathy in his eyes made it aware that he regretted his tone. "Get Scout out of here, Mia." The boy had regained his spot in his mother's neck. Amelia sighed, knowing better not to argue and stepping out of the bathroom, closing the door just in time as he threw up once again.

"Feeling better?" Amelia flipped a piece of hot dog over in the skillet that she was tending to, not bothering to look up at Link who she'd heard enter the kitchen. She felt him before seeing him out of the corner of her eye. He wrapped his strong arms around her, placing a kiss on her neck and breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo. She could smell mint gum on his breath and she relaxed momentarily into his embrace.

"We need to talk," he said in a tone that made her heart pound. It felt like every neuron in her brain was firing off at once and she turned slowly to face him. His chin was practically glued to his chest and his eyes were cast downward.

"Oh...Link." Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my god." She glanced over at their son, who was dancing happily in his high chair, waiting patiently for his dinner so that he could play dinosaurs with his father right after.

"First round today," he coughed. "I wanted to tell you in person. I-I didn't think it was going to hit me so hard. I'm sorry." Amelia shook her head, fighting back tears.

"Don't be sorry." Her voice cracked and she shook her head firmly. "Is it bad?" Her shoulders raised to her ears as she waited for his response.

"Could be worse. We'll see where chemo gets us and then...maybe surgery? If it doesn't get better after a couple rounds. I wasn't really listening when they told me."

"You should get some rest. I'll deal with Scout and come to bed once he's down. Are you hungry? I can bring you whatev--"

"Amelia," he hesitated before continuing, trying to find the right words. "I don't want to miss anything." He glanced at Scout, matching the grin that the toddler was giving them. He gave her shoulder a heart wrenching squeeze before lifting his son up from his high chair. "You wanna play dinos, bud? We can watch Prehistoric Park while we eat dinner!" The excitement on Scout's face was evident as Link carried him over to the living room. Amelia turned back to the stove, cursing slightly at the burnt hot dog and trying her absolute hardest not to cry.

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Sorry I forgot I posted that prompt thing I’ll start them tonight haha