#endlessnightlock

[sohypothetically]

Your Gale and Madge fic where she’s reading Highlander is supreme chef’s kiss Gale.

I love that fic. I absolutely contend it's one of the best things I've ever written. (It badly needs to be edited. Badly. I think I'm going to take @louezem's advice and just edit it. It deserves better!)

I love your Katniss/Peeta surprise!pregnancy fic, though. Gale is AWESOME. Like, he has zero patience and he's not even angry. It's just a given that he might have to crack some heads because people are *stupid*. And the fact that he loves bagels! And the fact that he thinks he might have to bring some treats home for his family....awwww........

[promptsinpanem]

Wedding Night

Rated M for sexual content

A look at Katniss and Peeta's wedding night from the universe of A New Path, from Peeta's point of view.

Round 2, Day 7. What if?

As Katniss's mother and Prim disappear around the bend in the road that will lead them back to the Seam, I pull my new wife against my side. She sighs in contentment.

What a night. We couldn't have asked for a better party. Our closest friends and family, beautiful weather, and even more beautiful than the sunset disappearing behind the mountain range or the sound of the mockingjays singing nearby was Katniss in her Mother's wedding gown. Happy, laughing.

The Maginty family played music for hours, covering everything from lively dance numbers to slower, romantic tunes, joyful songs, and mournful ones that brought tears to my new wife's eyes. I held Katniss close and let her have a moment while we swayed to the song about lost love. I knew who she thought of and wished he could have been here too.

On a side note, I love calling Katniss my wife.

The band packed their guitars, banjo, mandolin, and accordion not long before the rest of our guests left, tucking Haymitch's remaining "donation" into their cases as well. Neither Katniss nor I am much for drinking. That was fine with us. I tried to slip them a few coins for playing at our party, but the patriarch, Arden, shooed me off. Said the white liquor was payment enough. 

Once they were gone, Haymitch told me the family doesn't typically play for more than an hour or two unless they enjoyed themselves at a shindig. I think they played for us for about four hours altogether. 

The sun is a long time gone by now. It has to be well after midnight. 

It's a good thing there's no longer a curfew to abide by.

Katniss's mother and Prim stayed longer than the rest of our guests to help us clean up the backyard. The leftover food is in the kitchen, and the decorations are down. Katniss and I moved the tables and chairs onto the back porch for tonight. We'll borrow a cart sometime tomorrow to return her Mother's and the Cartwrights' furniture. 

Tonight I'm more content than I can ever recall being. Katniss is at my side, my arm around her. Once the light from Prim's lantern has disappeared around the bend in the road, Katniss turns to me. She touches my cheek and, standing on her tiptoes, leans her forehead against mine before taking her time kissing me. 

"It's been a lovely night, hasn't it, wife?" I murmur. I want to live in this moment forever, I decide.

"Umm," Katniss smiles against my lips at the new term of endearment. Pleasant warmth settles in my stomach when I kiss her back. Any remaining tension in her melts away when I pull her as close as I can, molding the gentle curves of her body into mine. 

Her breath catches. All I can think of is taking her to bed.

Katniss has other ideas. "Peeta," she says, moving away from my lips. "I want a do-over," she says softly.

I search her face for any sign of disappointment or remorse. There isn't any. I'm not sure what she's thinking, but I'll play along. "Sure. Anything you want."

Katniss bites her lip and, pulling away from my arms, takes my hand and tries to tug me through the front door. "Oh no, none of that now," I say, picking her up to carry her over the door's threshold. "Where to?"

"The front room."

The small fire we built for the toasting is out, but once I set Katniss down, she walks to the hearth and kneels on the rug. "Can you get another fire going?" she asks.

"Of course."

Katniss silently watches as I kneel beside the hearth and start a blaze with kindling, coaxing it along until the small pile of logs begins to burn too. We watch the flames together; meanwhile, she reaches into my lap, taking both of my hands in hers. 

I can't help smiling fondly at how she sits, contemplating me as though she's gathering her thoughts to say something. The firelight dances off her face, and strands of hair escape from her crown of braids. 

I reach for her, stroking her smooth cheek with the back of my hand. "You look as though you have something to say," I tell her.

Katniss takes my hand from her cheek and turns it over, kissing my palm. It takes my breath away the same as it does every time we're like this. To the rest of the world, she's a mystery, but when we're alone, Katniss is open, soft, and loving.

"Yes. When everyone was here, and we said our vows, there were things I wanted to say in front of them. But I couldn't get the words out," Katniss whispers.

"I didn't expect anything else," I say.

Before we burnt the bread in our hearth and fed it to each other, Katniss and I repeated the traditional vows couples have been using for hundreds of years. Loving me openly in front of our family and friends to see was all the declaration I needed from her. 

"Peeta, I just-"

Because Katniss is so lovely, struggling over the things she wants to tell me, I can't help kissing her. It catches her off guard, drawing soft laughter from her chest. 

With her mouth open against mine, I insistently take the kiss deeper, cupping her jaw in my hands, claiming her. She whimpers, following me up from the floor, so we're both on our knees, our bodies flush, holding each other in front of our hearth.

Every time Katniss tries to pull away from me, I follow. My hands move to her hair, pulling out those little flowers interwoven in it. Then the pins holding her braids up. I've wanted to take her hair down all night. I'm going to make her give up this silly idea. I know she loves me. A speech isn't necessary right now.

"But I want to tell you-" Katniss protests, but she's breathing hard, the thin fabric of her wedding dress tightening over her chest. 

I need to see more of her.

"I have a better idea. Let me tell you all the ways I love you," I protest, unwinding Katniss's hair gently so as not to hurt her. 

"I love your softness," I begin, letting the silky strands of hair slide through my fingers. "I love your warmth," I whisper against her neck, making her shiver. My hands slide down her body and over her curves, covered by the silky dress.

Leaning into Katniss, I nudge her to lay down on the rug. 

Once she's beneath me, staring up, skin flush, eyes wide, teeth pressed into her lower lip, I crawl over her and begin working on the row of buttons running up the shoulders of her dress.

"I love your heart," I say, pushing the material down until it has bunched at her waist. I move down her body, kissing her neck and shoulders, my lips stopping above her heartbeat. I inhale deeply, drawing in the scent of skin, light perspiration, and lavender.

Katniss runs her hands through my hair as I push her camisole straps aside, submitting to my wants for now. It never takes much to persuade her.

"I love your heart," she whispers as I kiss the upper curve of her breast, the material of her camisole caught on her nipple. "Peeta..." he voice trails off into a gasp when I push the material to her waist and press kisses along her sternum. 

"What were you saying?" I tease, taking her nipple into my mouth. Her hips buck into me, and she tugs on my hair, taking my body from excitement to near combustion.

Impatiently, I sit up and pull her into a sitting position with me. "Please take this off," I ask, hands moving beneath the skirt of her dress and up her silky thighs. She shivers when my thumb brushes the edge of her panties.

Katniss raises her arms to pull the dress over her head. The sight of her with her back arched, ridding herself of the dress she wore tonight, gives me pause at the buttons of my shirt. My memory takes me back to earlier this evening, sitting in this very spot, in front of our friends and family, vowing to choose to love each other every day from here on out. It was a beautiful moment I'll carry with me for the rest of my life.

Before I knew Katniss, I used to dream of moments like now and then, unaware of how much better the reality of loving her would be than the fantasy I concocted. What we have is real. 

Katniss is in love with me, and I stopped her from saying the things she wants to say. I'm an idiot.

Now Katniss sits in front of me in nothing but her panties, looking like a goddess, the firelight making her skin glow. I can't wait to make love to her, but the urgency to get there dissipates.

"Come here," I say, patting the space between us on the rug in a less insistent tone. 

Katniss frowns.

"There was something you wanted to tell me, and I'm sorry I let my libido get in the way," I admit. The way I feel about her is so much more than physical. She should never doubt that.

Laughing, Katniss moves her hair over her shoulders, covering her breasts from my eyes. "Just so you don't get distracted again," she says.

"Like that will stop me," I run my fingertips down the inner curve of her arm, grazing the side of her breast. "Honestly, you're likely only going to get about five minutes of self-control from me, so you might want to get talking," I admit, voice husky.

The corner of her mouth turns up, gently amused. "I think I can get it all in."

Because I can't help myself, I lean over and kiss her again. "Last one, I swear. Go," I promise. 

She rolls her eyes, but I think it did the trick, relaxing her a bit and taking away some of the solemnity of the moment. 

"It's just. I want you to know that it's not that I don't want you to know what I feel for you. Sometimes the words refuse to come out. And tonight, I need to say them. I wanted everyone else to hear too, but, well. Better late than never."

Katniss pauses and lets out a sigh. I wish she would stop thinking I'm going to judge every word that leaves her mouth. 

"Whatever you want to tell me, I really want to hear," I say.

Katniss closes her eyes and licks her lips. "Before I knew you, love terrified me," she begins. "Love... it swallows you whole, you know. It takes all of you and offers no escape. Love consumes you."

"You make being in love sound like a bad thing," I say gently, tilting her chin up so she'll look at me.

Katniss shakes her head. "No, it's not a bad thing. It's the best thing. I never thought I'd need anyone, period. I worked hard to live my life in a way that meant I didn't need anyone else. The last thing I wanted was to need someone. But I do. I need you. Peeta, where ever you are, I'm home. Wherever you are, you're my heart. I love you so much that it used to terrify me."

"Now it doesn't scare you?" I ask, leaning towards her, brushing some hair off her forehead.

"Most of the time, it doesn't," she says.

"Nothing will happen to take me away from you. Nothing you could do would drive me away, love. I'm not going anywhere for a long, long time until we're both old and grey. In fact, you'll probably find you're tired of having me around by then," I say softly.

"There's more here," she touches her forehead, "and here," she adds, holding her hand over her heart. "It may take a while to get it all out."

"I'd love to hear everything you have to say. But can you do me a favor?"

Katniss smiles. "Anything."

"For now? Come kiss me."

Katniss's expression shifts, reminding me of the one she wears stalking her prey. She crawls across the floor toward me, and I decide that the look in her eyes is enough to kill me and then let me die a happy man as she straddles my lap. I shudder when she sits on my thighs and begins unbuttoning my shirt. 

"You're overdressed," she explains as I lean back and let her have her way. I love when she plays the aggressor.

Katniss distracts me with soft words and her lips on my skin as she undoes the buttons. Before I know it, she's pushing the shirt down my arms. She presses her breasts against my bare chest, and her breath tickles my neck when she murmurs, "take off your pants, Peeta."

She gasps when I sit up, surprising her, holding her against my body with one arm while I shimmy everything off my bottom half with the other hand. "So strong," she giggles. 

Instead of letting Katniss keep the upper hand, I lay her on the rug. Run my fingers down the front of her panties and over her sex. Through the material, I feel how wet and hot she is. She sighs contentedly when I move down her body on my hands and knees. 

Sitting up, I slip my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pull the last barrier between her and me off.

Katniss admitted to me once that she doesn't really like to be touched by most people. The way she goes wild when I use my hands or mouth and tongue on her body isn't lost on me. 

Her back arches beautifully, her neck stretched back, her mouth slack when I kiss her between her thighs. I like doing this to her almost as much as being inside her. Being so intimately close and making her feel good without returned gratification is a privilege, like a secret. There's a lot of satisfaction to be had out of making the woman you love fall apart under your mouth.

I make sure Katniss pants and squirms, calling my name before moving up her body again. She appears wanton, her dark hair spread out on the rug, luminous eyes, limbs slack after her release, pulling me down to lay between her legs. Soon, we're joined together, and it's bliss. 

We don't get much sleep that night. But today was our wedding, so are we really supposed to?

[oakfarmer]

You were the best excuse I could have asked for.

a little something for the Epilogue and Wedding Night!

A post credits scene perhaps..

someday I will stop re-drawing Peeta and his pig, but it is not this day

A New Path by @endlessnightlock

Thank you for sharing your story 💕🐖

[leulahart]

I love your Everlark art!

thank you!!! <3333 (･ᗜ･)ﾉ♡. * ･ ｡ﾟ

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Did you have a birthday 🥳? Happy day and welcome to the 40+ crowd 😉

It’s tomorrow. You know, worst day in the Christian world to have a birthday? Yeah that day, lol. Thanks for the birthday wishes, my friend!

[am2c]

I love your interpretation of that piece for Prompts In Panem!

hahaha omg thank you!!! when I was deciding what to do for PiP I read something about this Mark Tansey painting and how he's erasing his own shadow and I associated that with Peeta trying to move forward after his hijacking even though he can't never really hide erase that part now

[districtunrest]

8, 9, 11, sentimental asks 😊

8. what’s a hobby you want to pick up?

crochet!

9. what’s something that moved you recently or made you feel hopeful?

well, last night at work my patient had suffered a stroke and was able to get thrombolytic treatment. in the span of 15 to 30 minute increments, I got to witness their neuro deficts lessen and return close to normal. at one point, before their family left for the night, they wanted to pray for her and with me. twas not the week of 'wins' in the icu so it was all just really heartening.

11. are there any recurring themes in your dreams?

I don't remember my dreams well enough to really say. lol I feel like I dream about starting my day and then waking up and realizing I hadn't. is there a theme there?

send me a sentimental ask!

[katnissmellarkkk]

Funny story... someone on Ao3 took one of my stories and swapped out everlark for the leads from Reign and reposted it under their name with credit to me? idk, maybe I should have been mad about it? But I wasn't because it's not one of my favorites?

To summarize (lol) technically, Reign Everlark exists.

It was a modern a/u though, so probably not what you're thinking. I just had to share because it was weird.

Bahahahahahaahah. Well to be fair to them, at least they gave credit 🥲😅😭.

[ashyblondwaves]

🍄 🐄 🐔 please :)

You got it! 🥰

🍄 Mushroom: What is a quote you find comfort in? “You’re never too old to be what you might have been.” -George Eliot. My depression and anxiety weren’t diagnosed until I was in my 30s. Once I found meds that worked for me I felt like a whole new person and this quote always made me feel good. Like it was ok to have figured it all out at 33 years old and that the world was mine to live in now.

🐄 Cow: What is one other tumblr blog you really appreciate? I appreciate all of the blogs dedicated to Fall and Halloween. The pictures are comforting and bring me to a place and to a time that is special to me.

🐓 Chicken: What is a comfort movie/show for you? Nature Shows. For some reason, when I’m having a rough time, I will put on nature shows and just try to relax. My favorite is LIFE but anything narrated by David Attenborough will work.

[endlessnightlock]

If you feel inspired, #10 “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” from the random prompt list <3

Her dad's guitar takes up a fair amount of space in Katniss's lap, boxy but lightweight, with room to hide behind when her nerves get the better of her. Slightly battered and smooth from use, the balsawood is cool to the touch when she picks its strings and makes it sing. But she's getting antsy, so she puts her guitar in its case and wanders over to the corner of the stage. She's careful to stay hidden behind the heavy velvet curtain. Ms. Trinkett will give her the devil if she catches her peeking out.

People are trickling into the high school auditorium: classmates, a few teachers, and a smattering of parents. She sees Gale and the rest of her cousins file into a row near the stage with Hazelle. Prim and her parents have been here for a while. Katniss hopes the auditorium won't be too full when Principal Flickerman starts the show. She's not a confident performer. Singing and playing are more of a compulsion for her, a hunger she has to feed rather than a bid for attention.

When the clock ticks down to zero (performance time! Ms. Trinkett brightly states), she's waiting for her turn to go on stage with the guitar strapped to her chest.

Madge starts the show with a classical piece. The school's piano is out of tune, but her best friend makes it work. Katniss can't keep the smile off her face. Madge is the shyest person she knows, and she's proud of her friend for getting over that fear to play tonight.

"Wow. Did you know she could play like that?" Peeta Mellark asks. Somehow he'd wandered away from the group he was standing with and up to her side.

Katniss gives a sharp nod, surprised he said anything at all. Not that he doesn't talk. He's popular, friendly, and always hanging out with one group or another. He just never talks to her.

"I mean, of course you do," he laughs at himself. "Is that why you're such good friends? Shared talent?"

She shrugs. "Maybe." She's never considered that before, but he might be on to something.

"Nothing like twenty questions before we go onstage. I'm just a little nervous. Talk too much when that happens."

"No, it's okay," she says. A strain of nervousness makes her insides tight, too. She decides she likes talking to Peeta. He says what he's thinking, but in a more thought-out way than she can pull off. Words stumble across her lips, leaving her embarrassed more often than not. "You can talk. It's not too much."

Peeta grins at her.

"Um, what are you doing?" she asks. "Not like, life in general. For the show."

"Comedy. Going to try getting laughs out of my dumb jokes."

"Oh. I didn't know you did that."

"Me neither, until two weeks ago when they posted the sign-up sheet. I had to find a way to get into the show."

"I was dragged here kicking and screaming. That's brave of you to try something new."

"Or stupid. We'll see." Peeta says. "I know you have a beautiful singing voice, but I didn't know you played."

"My dad taught me. This is his, actually." She pats the fretboard, keeping her eyes on the strings, feeling shy at the compliment. "I didn't know you'd heard me sing."

"I think it was your first public appearance. Kindergarten. Mrs. Paylor asked if anyone knew The Valley Song. Your hand shot up, and when you stood on your chair and sang, my fragile 5-year-old heart was lost," he says.

"That didn't happen," she says.

"Swear to god. You had on a red checkered dress, and your hair was in two long braids. I like your hair tonight, too. It's really pretty."

"Thank you," she murmurs. Katniss pats the braided, pinned updo her mother did for her. She likes the old-fashioned style because it feels in keeping with her mountain heritage.

Vague memories of that red and white dress invade her mind. She does her hair in a single braid most days because it's long and gets everywhere if she doesn't, and she did wear it in two as a child.

"You have an incredible memory."

Peeta shrugs, smiling down at the tips of his shoes.

"Peeta, you're next dear," Ms. Tinkett says, bringing Katniss back to herself. Madge's song was over three students ago in the rotation, and she hadn't even noticed.

"Wish me luck?" Peeta asks her quietly.

"Good luck," she says, kind of dumbfounded by their conversation. She'd caught Peeta looking her way when he thought she didn't notice but never considered what that meant.

She couldn't hear most of Peeta's stand-up routine, but she caught amused laughter from the audience. When it was her turn to go onstage and stand in the spotlight, their conversation was still in the forefront of her mind, and she found her fingers moving over the strings, playing The Valley Song and remembering the little curly blond headed boy from kindergarten.

[atelierlili]

In-Panem/Not Reaped Everlark AUs

Got asked to give some fanfic recommendations for In-Panem/Not Reaped Everlark AUs so here we are. Most of them (if not all of them) are gonna be fluffy and happy tbh because i can't take my pookies being hurt ):

Completed:

A New Path (138k words) by Endlessnightlock

The day after aging out of the Reaping, Katniss crosses paths with Peeta. She thanks him for the bread and to her surprise, a tentative friendship begins.

One of my favourites. I love the direction the author took with this story. Always made me want more!

Go Slow, Peeta (20k words) by Oakfarmer

The era of the Hunger Games has come to an end. How Everlark slowly happened anyway.

This was the one that started it all for me. Short, simple and to the point! A classic in my opinion.

Nothing Owed for a Gift (10k words) by orphaned account

Lately, Merchants have taken to flirting with unwitting Seam folk as a joke, sometimes going so far as to ask them out on a date. I've even heard of a couple instances of a Merchant asking someone from the Seam to marry them, and then laughing hysterically when the poor recipient says 'yes'. So, when Peeta Mellark approaches me after the reaping, red with nerves and pushing his lips together as if he's trying very hard not to do something like laugh, I'm immediately wary. Peeta can't possibly be asking me to marry him for real. ... right?

Urgh. Literally one of my favourite one-shots.

Inevitability (44k words) by Xerxia

What if? What if Peeta and Prim hadn't been reaped?

Definitely not the fluffiest fics in the list, but Katniss absolutely SHINES here. And Peeta stays very true to his character as well. Absolutely worth the read.

It Takes A District (55k words) by MTK4FUN

Thinking her mother is dying, Katniss Everdeen marries Peeta Mellark to keep her sister out of the Community Home.

I love this fic. I don't know what it is, but there's something about it that makes it standout on its own.

Katniss Everdeen Is Not A Stalker (241k words) by MegaAuLover

Katniss as a little problem, she can't stop looking through Peeta's window, trying to find a way to pay her boy with the bread back but as time goes on she realizes she wants more. But there is a problem the District is flooded with Peacekeepers and everyone faces danger as the Capitol tightens its reigns on the district. Can love bloom in the middle of adversity? Or will it shrivel in the face of surmounting danger?

This is the one. Easily one of the bestest AUs imo. Very long read- but I will be naming my first born after the squirrel. The Everlark relationship here is A+++.

Incomplete/Ongoing:

( I know its weird to recommend incomplete fics, some these ones are legitimately my favourite fics and think are still worth the read.)

Cavedweller (79k words) by Jennajuicebox (last update: 2021-01-25)

Her mother once told her she was brave. A word Katniss wouldn't have chosen for herself. Brave implies that you run headlong into the scary unknown. Brave implies you face the things that want you dead. It dredges up thoughts of conquering armies and swords raised over head. Katniss isn't brave. As much as she would never admit it to herself she is scared out of her wits. She is staring into a gaping chasm, waiting for it to swallow her whole.

I love AUs that explore Katniss otherside of the family so much. As always, the Everlark development here is absolutely heartwarming and delicious. 10/10

On the Threshold ( 97k words) by ghtlovesthg (last update: 2020-06-26)

Nineteen and free from the Reapings forever, Katniss finds a token on her doorstep commemorating her passage over the threshold of adulthood. Discovering the identity of the sender will start Katniss on a road that leads toward life's other milestones.

This is exactly how I envisioned Everlark would get together had it not been for the Reapings. So so so so good. There is just enough here to be satisfied that the fic is unfinished ; w;

hope you find something you like! I always have more if you want more to sink your teeth into <3 Happy readings!

@heartforeyes @the-tiny-fangirl

[oakfarmer]

Glad autumnal tidings, my fair, strangely dislikeable person. What have you been up to? :)

Glad autumnal tidings needs to be the new standard fall greeting 😆 🍂 it’s beautiful. Glad autumnal tidings dear endless.

Now that’s it’s cooling down I’ve been messing around outside a lot. Touching grass as it were. Planted some rosemary, mulched the flower beds. A few tree saplings.

Fandom wise the writing alarm on my phone goes off tomorrow. It’s set to harass me everyday for the next 4 weeks. That’s how I’m trying to finish He doesn’t before Ballad comes out 🙃

How about you? How is fall treating you? 🎃

[mega-aulover]

Movie Title Game

Challenge -> You’re starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll, and the last song you listened to is the title.

I was tagged by @norbertsmom & @mathgirl24

My last picture was of this guy! I know 🙈 - I did it b/c I couldn't believe how much he looked like Draco Malfoy in this screen shot! LIKE SERIOUSLY...Coryo Snow...

The Song "Necesito Que Me Ayudes," by an indie Spanish singer - the title it literally means "I need someone to help me." Ironically enough - this film would most probably be about betrayal lol 🙈🙈🙈🙈🤣🤣🤣🤣- my poor heart.

I tag @endlessnightlock @amazinglovers747 @geekymoviemom @broken-everlark @mollywog @katnissdoesnotfollowback

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Hi, it's me, Delly, from your THG characters as Fanfiction Writers/Fans list ;)

Bold of you to make that claim. I specifically said Delly would have a second pen name for her tentacular smut, whereas you my darling @endlessnightlock are officially a #tentacles out writer.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Never Hijacked!Peeta Fics Masterlist

Created: April 25th, 2024

Checked:---

A Cool Kiss-endlessnightlock (ao3)

Summary: When Peeta is rescued from the Capitol and brought to D13, he’s forgotten everything related to Katniss. The Capitol has erased his memories: no Valley Song, no bread, no games, nothing. It’s the perfect opportunity for Katniss to let it go. It’s what everyone tells her, but she still kisses his pearl goodnight.

A Fading Bruise-VanillaCottonCandy (ao3)

Summary: "We shouldn't be here," he suddenly states, as if we're not in a room surrounded by doctors and workers of District 13. And Haymitch. When my expression contorts to confusion, he clarifies. "I don't think we're safe here, Katniss." Alternate Universe in which Peeta was never hijacked in Mockingjay.

Accepting What's Real-Anna_Dandelion (ao3) Summary: Peeta gets rescued from the capitol, he is not hijacked. I am bad at summaries, not sure where I am going with it. Peeta's POV. If I could hold you for a minute-wendywobbles2016 (ao3) Summary: Little what-if piece. What if the Capitol hijacking didn’t go as planned?

Kingdom Come-bellablue27 (ao3)

Summary: I throw myself into his arms with so much force I’m surprised it doesn’t knock us both over. Luckily, Peeta has always been strong and stable, so he grips onto me with equal intensity, holding me steady. I look up at him, and find him glancing down at me, blue eyes swimming with tears. “Are you real?” he asks. “I’m real." Canon-adjacent Mockingjay AU where Peeta was never hijacked.

no cameras-orangecranscones (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta reunite in District 13, and she realizes a thing or two.

Reunion-Mollywog (ao3)

Summary: A kidnapped but not hijacked District 13 Everlark reunion

The Only One-thesweetnessofspring (ao3)

Summary: A non-hijacked Peeta is rescued, but he's not being affectionate with Katniss like she wants. He thinks she's now dating Gale. She thinks he doesn't want her. They're both desperate for each other.

Underground-oh_wellau (ao3) Summary: No hijacking. No chocking her to death. But Peeta doesn't need to wear a 'Mentally disoriented' bracelet on his wrist for her to know that they match. we’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon-petruchio (ao3) Summary: Mockingjay AU. A non-hijacked Peeta is brought back to Thirteen from the Capitol.

[promptseverlark]

Final List - Participants!

I will give you access to the collection so you can post until deadline 25th June.

@periwinckles

@dandelionlovesyou

@alwayseverlark

@albinokittens300

@shesasurvivor

@rosegardeninwinter

@mega-aulover

@everlarking-always

@lemonluvgirl

@katnissmellarkkk

@endlessnightlock

@professionalfangrrl

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