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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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If I read one more x plus size reader fic where the reader is super insecure and cries herself to sleep every night because she is plus size I’m gonna lose my shit.

It’s always the “funny best friend” or the “beautiful BUT plus size girl” whatever. Y’all are literally pushing insecurities onto people with all your “she is plus size but he’ll love her anyway” as if thats some heroic act and not a normal fucking thing. OMG get it together I beg.

People writing about confident plus size women who know their worth without a MAN having to tell them better starts now.

Anyways have a lovely day 🥰

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Where’s all the gay smut at?

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Right?

Katniss Everdeen x female!covey!reader

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Just read ‘sunrise on the reaping’ and it send me down a spiral.

!Mention of sunrise on the reaping if you squint!

but no real spoiler, only if you know you know :)

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The air was cold. Colder than it should’ve been around this time a year.

But I guess we’ll have to thank the reaping for that.

Every year on this day exact, the air grows colder becomes sharper and more icy. Like nature reacting to the utter evil that the Capitol brings.

Like it could feel the Capitol lurking in the shadows, enclosing on our districts like an animal hunting its prey.

And on these days nothing could possibly make me feel better. Not my music, not my family, not even my flowers.

But maybe, just maybe seeing my girlfriend could slightly brighten my day.

On the outskirts of the forest I pause just to catch a glimpse of the meadow behind me. How peaceful everything seems here. Like nothing could ever destroy the calm of the meadow grass blowing softly in the wind. Oh how I longed to be part of that grass.

The woods before me were familiar in a way a loved one is. Every time I walked the familiar path between the trees it felt like visiting an old friend, an ancient one whose wisdom and sheer endless story’s still surprised you even after years of knowing each other.

The path led me deeper and deeper into the forest till I finally came to the clearing that me and my girlfriend would spend most of our afternoons together. Hidden and protected by the green trees and giant rocks.

Leave it to Katniss to find spots like this.

I guess with her hunting skills she’s bound to know the woods like her own house. Even tough the walk here was always more a of a hike than an afternoon stroll I wouldn’t trade it for all the gold in the world.

This was ours. Something that belonged to no one but us.

And I was thankful for it.

The sun reflected on the water in the little stream at the center of the clearing. The trees borrowed their shadow and the grass was greener than anywhere else in the woods. Or maybe it wasn’t and my head made it special cause my heart told him to.

“Took you long enough.” Katniss voice comes from behind a tree. My head shoots up just to see her slowly walking out behind it.

“My apologies your highness. The walk is always rather challenging you see.” I smirk at her. Waiting for her next move.

I love us. Our conversations. Our talk. Our humor. Us.

She understood me effortlessly. Got my jokes, my sarcasm. Got me.

“Well maybe if you started coming on hunts with me instead of singing all day you’d be in better shape.” she walks forward until she stands right in front of me.

I wrap my arms around her neck and play with the hairs that came undone from her braid.

“Maybe I should consider that.”

Her mouth is on mine before I can say anything else. Her soft lips melt perfectly with mine our tongues dancing in a way that just ours can. She leads, I follow.

I wind my hands around her neck to bring her closer to me. Her hands find my waist, her grip tightening as if I’d disappear any second. It’s like two magnets finding each other, not having the power to separate on their own.

But I know Katniss. Maybe even better than myself. I know why her grip tightened. Why we meet here in the morning and not as we usual do in the afternoon.

Because today one of us could disappear. Forever.

With almost a guarantee of no return.

We break apart. Our breaths heavy, staring into each others eyes.

Shes not good with words but she doesn’t need to be. Her eyes speak volumes. Her beautiful grey eyes that look more troubled than ever.

“I don’t want to lose you” she whispers so softly I wouldn’t have caught it if it wasn’t for our closeness.

My hands unwind from behind her neck, caressing her face with soft touches. “I don’t want to loose you either”.

Her eyes close for a moment and her face relaxes as if to savors the moment, trying to burn it in her brain forever.

I just look at her.

Branding every little detail about her in my brain. Someday I’ll write a song about her.

As she opens her eyes she smiles at my concentrated face.

“Maybe you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

I smirk. Maybe I should. I could do with a few pictures of her on my wall.

“Mh not really Covey style. But I could put you into a song.” my cheeks hurt from smiling so big. God knows how long I wanted to do that for.

“A song sounds kinda serious. You know once you write it you’ll always have a reminder of me, even if you one day decide you don’t want it anymore.” she tells me slightly more serious than before. As if she was afraid I’d run away any second.

“Nah you know, one of my relatives once said “like the geese I mate for life” and I believe I fall under the same category.” I smile at her reassuringly before I turn around to drag her to the small grey stone on the other side of the little stream with me.

There in the middle is a “K” carved into the stone, right next to an “E”.

“See? You’re kinda stuck with me forever Everdeen” she looks at me and smiles softly. It’s a real smile, a rare one. And I feel lucky to be allowed to see it, hell to be the cause of it makes thousands of butterflies go of in my stomach.

“Nothing bad will happen to us. We got this far without being reaped. We can get through it two more times.” our fingers interlock and her head leans on my shoulder.

If I could freeze this moment I would. Nothing has ever felt more peaceful.

And I know we’ll be ok.

right?