#everlark snippet

[thesunpersists]

🤎 for everlark (obviously lol)

Thanks for playing @unnamednarrator! Here is your Everlark snippet for 🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss

Laying down by his side, I run my fingertips on his jaw, alongside the curve of his ear and on the edge of his lips… He winces when I pass by a spot right under one cheekbone.

“What is it?” I rise on my elbow to take a closer look. It is only then I notice the small cut on his face and the reddened skin around it. “Did you cut yourself shaving?”

“Yeah.”

“Does it hurt?” I ask. “Did it bleed a lot?”

“Not really,” says Peeta. “Just a drop maybe.”

I don’t bother explaining to him that him and blood do not mix well together in my head, no matter its quantity. But he cracks open an eye to see my expression. “Katniss,” he says softly, with an edge of amusement in his voice, “it is nothing.”

I sigh and place a kiss an inch apart from the cut. I feel the corner of his lips move under mine, forming a smile. “You are just giving me a reason to nick myself more often. You know that, right?”

“How about one kiss for the side with a cut on it,” I say. “And ten for the side without any?” I place a hand under his jaw and turn his head from side to side, examining it for other scars. Then, without waiting for an answer, I start placing kisses haphazardly. On his temple, on the side of his nose, finally on his lips…

“Yeah, I can live with that,” he whispers against my mouth.

Send me a heart and a ship for a little snippet! 🧚‍♀️

[mollywog]

Not Another WIP Game

Thanks for the tag @thelettersfromnoone!!

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I’m determined to finish Everyday Magic…

Finnick catches sight of her worried expression and grins, “Annie’s pregnant.”

She expects to feel terror like she did when he’d told her about Dylan. The fear is still present, but when she examines her feelings she finds that joy takes precedence. Joy tinged with longing. Longing? When had that happened? Maybe that was another feeling that crept up on her.

I also have a fake dating concept stuck in my head that may never see the light of day but that I’ve been hitting ideas for. Fake dating (Katniss and Finnick) - but falling for the friend (Peeta)

“Some of the fan forums think it’s staged. Think you two reek platonic energy.”

Finnick pulls at the neck of his shirt, ducking his head to breathe himself in, before leaning over and sniffing Katniss’s shoulder, “What does platonic energy smell like?”

Katniss rolls her eyes, as she playfully shoves his face.

[waywardangel-wilds]

You once posted about Peeta being a dandelion in the tags to one of my posts about him having frizzy curly hair in the Appalachian summers. And your Delly posts made me think of Delly meanly saying Peeta looks like that in the summer and Katniss taking it a totally different sweet way and excitedly agreeing to Peeta’s horror since he doesn’t understand Katniss’s background with dandelions yet.

Oh my gosh what a great question! Thank you so much for asking it! Yes I totally agree, I can even picture it:

“Don’t you just love the sun?” Delly sighs, leaning back to lay flat on the grass with her eyes closed. “God, I missed this.”

“You sun bathe a lot in the summer?” Katniss asks by her side, leaning up on her elbows.

“As much as I could. The only fun we ever had was between shifts right before the sun fully set.” She adjusts her ponytail so she can lie more comfortably. “Hey! Servant boy! Where’s my lemonade?”

“I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” Peeta grumbles from the kitchen door, but he brings the lemonades nonetheless. He hands Katniss her glass easily, but he shoves the next glass at Delly with an unintelligible grumble.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not very nice dandy head.” Delly smirks as she sits up to take a drink.

“You know what you remind me of?” He grins wide as he shucks off his shirt. “Something I drew with my left hand.”

“Ouch, I’m devastated.” Delly replies in monotone. “You’re still a dandelion head.”

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes, throwing himself on the grass next to Katniss. “Oh, I love grass.”

“Dandelion head?” Katniss asks.

“Yeah, just look at him. He’s like a yellow dandelion.” Delly smiles meanly at Peeta. “His hair is huge.”

“Shut up,” Peeta insists, although he keeps his eyes closed and face to the ground.

“Oh!” Katniss puts her hands to her mouth to contain her smile, but she can’t help it. She has to sit up. “You do look just like a yellow dandelion!”

“Ha!” Delly cries triumphantly meanwhile Peeta gasps, looking stricken, his wide eyes meeting Katniss’s gaze with horror.

“Katniss!” Peeta complains.

“I always thought you looked like a dandelion,” she confesses excitedly. “I did! I always think of you when I see one.”

“This is the best day of my life!” Delly snorts, rolling around on the grass as she succumbs to a fit of laughter. “Katniss Everdeen thinks Peeta’s a dandy head!”

“I am NOT a dandy head!” Peeta exclaims, sitting up himself with a deeply red face. He scoops some ice out of Katniss’s glass and throws it at his oldest friend, “shut up!”

“Dandy head, dandy head, Peeta is a dandy head!” Delly mocks, taking on a school yard rhythm.

[capric0rnie]

🎃trick or treat! 👻

(Snippet form your practical magic AU?)

thank u for the ask !!!! this story is a monster and still unfinished but here is a cutie little snippet as a treat!!

“You’re wearing the jeans.”

I turned to look at Prim, who had peeked out from beneath the covers. “What? Yes, I’m wearing jeans.”

“No,” said Prim, sitting up slowly. “You’re wearing the jeans. The jeans that Johanna told you to buy because they make your butt look great. You never wear them because you think she’s ridiculous and you don’t want anyone looking at your butt. And that sweater! You never leave the top buttons undone. You usually make sure it’s closed tight all the way up to your neck.”

My cheeks flushed as I stared at myself in the mirror. Prim was being silly. I’d just put on the first pair of pants I’d seen, and the sweater… I was in a rush and didn’t feel like fastening all the buttons. No big deal. No deeper meaning. Had my hair looked this awful the entire time I spoke to Peeta Mellark?

I attacked the mess on my head with a brush, further delaying the inevitable. Prim opened her mouth to speak, but paused when the bedroom door creaked open to reveal Buttercup. He quickly jumped on the bed and meowed, nudging Prim’s hand with his head. Her eyes widened comically, and even though I couldn’t understand what Buttercup said, I had a pretty good guess what it might’ve been.

“Who’s here?”

That stupid cat had such a big mouth.

[browneyesandhair]

Incorrect Hunger Games Quotes: Katniss: Why are you so angry? Don’t you love to paint? Peeta: Yes - but I can’t get this color the right shade and it’s making me mad Katniss: You’re mad at colors. Peeta: When they won’t cooperate? Yes, I’m mad at them. Katniss: Anything I can do to help? Peeta: You think it’s funny when I get mad, mad, mad. Real or not real? Katniss: Real.

Insp: ijlhowy(att)

[fyreflys]

I’m on fall break…first year teaching has been beyond exhausting so far. Have had almost 0 free time 😅

Anyways, I’m writing a little bit today! Did someone ask for some comedy relief? Here’s a snippet from the final chapter of Swan Upon Leda :)

[oolhan]

Snippet Sunday!

This will be the last I’ll share a snippet of this one because… I’ll be posting the first chapter in the next few hours!

Haymitch just gives her a nod and a pat on Prim’s head before lounging where Peeta sat. “Who’s this?”

“Peeta Mellark, sir.” Peeta bends down to shake Haymitch’s hand.

“Oh, my! Katniss is this him?” Aunt Maysilee, in the jolly way she is, comes up to Peeta and pecks him both on the cheeks. “Welcome, welcome!”

Katniss' cheeks burn.

Peeta is now both confused and tense. Had she been sharing about him? They need to talk.

And thank you as well for mentioning me @unnamednarrator last wip wednesday, this is my compensation😂

[mollywog]

Thanks for the tag @thelettersfromnoone and @mega-aulover!!! Here are some sentences that I might use for the December TWHHA challenge - don’t forget to vote!

“You could mind your own business,” I snarl.

“Or we could see what your mother has to say,” Haymitch raises an eyebrow at me, “or better yet his,” he says, tilting his head in Peeta’s direction.

I scowl, but Peeta only laughs, “I’ve already told you, I couldn’t care less. Besides, my mother’s no fool: she knows what’s good for business. She’ll have spun a story in which she’s always been our biggest supporter.”

Six Sentence Sunday

It’s a Sunday, I’ve got six sentences, and I was tagged by the loveliest @myfavouritelunatic to rise up to the challenge and share them!

The sentences below are the start of the ending of a short horror story I’ve completed to submit to a Canadian horror anthology.

The light that refused to die burned like fire. That had been the deal — you came to the city to escape the darkness. And silence. And so you did. You pretended it was there — when the doors were locked, and the shutters hung sealed. But the light seeped in along the edges anyway, bleeding through and pooling on your floors and splattering the walls.

Tagging for next Sunday! @lady-of-imladris @coraleethroughthelookingglass @brotherdusk @occasionalmaven @myfavouritelunatic (hehe, tagging you back!) @daincrediblegg @thelettersfromnoone

[jhsgf82]

Sneak Peek at Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity...Congeniality?

If you're unfamiliar with this one, this is my THG/Everlark Miss Congeniality AU, which I started writing a while ago, just for fun. I recently got some inspo for it, so I started working on it a bit again, among a few other fics. Some of this scene is verbatim or close to from the movie, but I've adapted it. Enjoy!

P.S. I don't have a cool fic cover/banner/aesthetic for this one yet, so if you like making those and are willing to make one for me, I'd love that!

“You know, I don’t appreciate your selfishness and immaturity when I’m working as hard as I am.” 

“You’re working hard?” Katniss sniffed. “What does it matter? It’s fixed. I’m in the Top 5. Congratulations to me.” 

“But is that enough?" Cinna asked sincerely. "Have you no dignity, no pride in your performance, in yourself?”

Katniss rolled her eyes.

Cinna pressed his lips together. “Right. You hide behind those frumpy, oversized outfits and work suits and push away anyone who gets close, including someone who could love you.” 

Katniss sneered. “Yeah right, like who?” Who other than Prim could love her?  

Cinna pinned her with a look. 

No, not him.

“You’re dreaming," Katniss scoffed.  

“Am I? Or are you?” 

Katniss glared at her stylist.

“You’re afraid he could love you," added Cinna.  

“Who?” 

Again, that look. 

“You’re crazy!" she exclaimed. "He doesn’t care about me, let alone love me...," she muttered the last part.

Cinna folded his arms tightly. “You tell yourself that because you have low self-esteem. Not to mention, you’re afraid.” 

“Afraid?!” 

“Quite frankly, yes.” 

“Of what?!” She was getting more and more defensive by the second. 

“Of being hurt. Of loving someone you could lose. Of being vulnerable and real. You name it.” 

“I’ve had enough of this; I’m going to bed!" She dug her pointy heel into the marble floor and prepared to spin on it.  

“Oh yes, just run away like the scared little girl you are.” 

“Listen, you‒!" She turned back to face him and jabbed a finger at him. "I…!” 

“Hm, I thought so.” Cinna raised a brow, and Katniss was dangerously close to pulling her weapon on him, just to make him piss his pants for harassing her. 

“You're afraid," Cinna reiterated. "Terrified. In place of friends and relationships, you have…sarcasm and a gun.” 

Katniss scoffed. “Look, I have friends and family I love and who love me. And I don’t have relationships because I work 24-7. You have no idea why I am the way I am!” 

“Well, while we’re practicing interview questions, why are you the way you are?” 

“None of your damn business.” 

“None of your damn business,” Cinna repeated. “Well, I’ll bet the judges have never heard that one.” He snatched the crook of her arm when she turned to leave again. “Where are you going? We have more work to do here.” 

Katniss spun around, and this time, she did pull her gun. “No,” she said pointedly, “we’re finished.” 

“We’re finished,” Cinna said, a little breathy. She’d frightened him, and suddenly, she felt bad. She kept her hardened look on; although, she felt her lower lip beginning to tremble.  

Before she could do something stupid, like cry, Katniss snatched the elusive pastry from him and spun on her stilettos. She tipped a little but remained upright, and as quickly as she could walk-hobble, she exited the studio.  

[fineosaur]

First of all, “the view between villages” for everlark is perfect. But i’d love to know more about your empire for two hunt scene 👀

i know i know rosey!! given that you're currently also obsessed with stick season by noah kahan i knew you'd understand the feeling of the view between villages. ive had it on repeat when writing this fic (a reunion modern au kind of fic, they meet again after 10 years or so apart)

then for empire.... if you've read the latest chapter you'll see that there's mention of a hunt that the starks and mormonts will go on a little bit before rickon and lyanna's wedding.

so those chapters are before, during and after the hunt. i've already got quite a bit written. it should take place as from chapter 10. here is a little snippet of rickon and lyanna DURING said hunt:

He hadn’t meant to stumble upon her. As characteristic as it would be, he did not mean to catch her unawares. In truth, he had simply been following Shaggydog’s trail on a doe. 

As his wolf carefully eyed his prey, Rickon’s eyes traced out the long braid that fell down her back and the bow that hung loosely in her hand. The arrow in her hand twirled idly as she searched the passing stream. 

She stood still, if it weren’t for the wind caressing her hair and the calculating arrow, he would have thought she were carved onto stone by a skilled chisel. 

With no movements on his side, Lyanna readied her weapon, aiming to the stream until a swift turn, and she released a shaft at him. Instinctually moving to the side with Shaggy’s growl, the arrow noisily hit into a tree a few steps behind him, sending the doe to the opposite direction. 

Rickon watched his wolf stalk off and began in Lyanna’s direction with his heart racing but nevertheless a grin on his face. “You missed,” he mocked, watching her bow fall to her side again. 

“I didn’t,” Lyanna replied. She glanced to the stream again before giving up on it and staring at him instead. “It’s unwise to not have your weapon ready.” 

With his crossbow weighing heavily on his back, “Why should I be armed when I have you?” Rickon questioned. The mirth in his tone trickled like the water rushing through the stream and he felt the blood in his veins do the same. He certainly wasn’t unarmed, and he knew more than any other that his arrogance was foolish in the Wolfswood, but he walked on further, closing the distance between them as he still felt Shaggydog nearby.

[mollywog]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Part 4 of ✨Everyday Magic✨is coming soon, but here’s a peak at the fifth and final chapter!!

“Actually now that I think about it, it explains a lot,” Peeta nods. “So when you sing and the birds stop to listen, like a Disney princess, that's some kind of spell, right?”

“They don’t do that,” she snap’s defensively, because she knows what he means; she’d witnessed it when her father would sing, though it had nothing to do with magic.

“Uh, yeah they do,” he says furrowing his brow. “So that’s real,” he mutters under his breath.

[thesweetnessofspring]

This year, I've been working on an Everlark fanfiction project called The Huntress and the Beast. This is an in-Panem AU where Prim was never reaped and Peeta became the sole victor of the 74th Games, earning the nickname "the Beast." Ostracized by society after a horrifying incident at the end of the war solidified his nickname, Peeta retreats to live on the mountainside alone. Years later, Katniss takes a position to live with Peeta and eat dinner with him each night for one year, partly to make up for the bread that saved her family and partly to escape Gale's marriage proposal. Each chapter is one month of this year, as Everlark grow together and build a home.

Or, an Everlark "Beauty and the Beast" retelling.

Leading up to the release of the first chapter, I'm going to be posting a snippet each Wednesday, one for each month of the year. Today is the first, from Chapter One: The New Year which will be out January 1, 2025.

Read the snippet below:

New trees line the walkway, still held up by stakes and twine. I can’t make out what they’re going to be when they get older with only the skinny trunks and branches balancing lines of snow. Up the pathway lies the cabin. It’s a far cry from the luxury of the Victors Village even just from the outside. There’s a porch facing west toward District 12 and a blue door the color of a starling egg against the pine boards. It’s covered in fresh snow, though as we climb higher I can see tracks leading away from it. Tracks that must belong to my new employer. At the porch, we unstrap the snowshoes and then knock on the blue door. No one answers and I think about the tracks leading away from the cabin. Peeta had no way to know we’d be showing up today. “Thom?” a man’s voice says behind us. I startle but compose myself before turning around and facing the Beast. While Peeta had never been anything remarkable in terms of his height when we were in school together, he clearly grew since then. He must be nearly a foot taller than me now and still strong and stocky. His hair has grown down to his shoulders, waves framing what has changed the most—his face. Where other men had beards and five o’clock shadows, Peeta has pink and red scars, twisting like branches of a tree across his neck, jaw, and cheeks. I try not to stare at the scars and meet his blue eyes instead. “I found you a dinner companion,” Thom says proudly. “Do you know Katniss Everdeen?” “Not well,” Peeta says and a deep feeling of shame floods me. I don’t know why. Maybe because I should have thanked him for the bread long ago, before his Games. That we should know each other better, but the fact we don’t is my fault. 

Look out for The Huntress and the Beast on January 1, 2025.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

WIP Wednesday ~ WIP File Game

Um hi there. *waves nervously* Soooo over the past two months, I've been tagged multiple times by different people to partake in various WIP Wednesday posts and WIP file games. Sadly, I haven't had as much time for fandom as I would have liked recently, and I've just let those tags sit there unanswered. Thank you for thinking of me @mega-aulover, @unnamednarrator, and @thesweetnessofspring.

I'm going to use this post to answer both types of tags, and the people I tag in turn, please choose which version you'd rather play, play both!, or play neither.

First... a snippet from chapter 40 of Spellbound:

“Peeta! Let me go!” There’s the metallic thunk of a heavy round. Hands yanking on my wrists. I stare at the body. His jaw blown off, silencing him forever. Eyes empty. Hollow. Gone. “Peeta?” That’s when the trembling starts. I blink and the shadows recede. His face gone, replaced with Haymitch’s skull gleaming oddly in the flashlight on the cave floor. The jawbone fallen at an odd angle.  Fingers dig into my wrists. Deep enough that it hurts. The pain in my wrists and my knee somehow grounds me. Pulls me away from that day in the sun baked streets and back into this one. “Peeta?” Katniss asks. I can barely make out her shape in the gloom, and I shake my head. Who dropped the flashlight? When did we wind up on our knees?  “I’m fine.”

And now for the more difficult part. Here's a list of my current WIP files. If it's listed as a story on AO3, I hope to finish it this year. If it's listed as not yet posted to AO3, then I'm hoping to start posting it/finish it this year. The third list is a bunch of random ideas that may never see the light of day, but I've included them for funsies.

Feel free to send an ask to receive a snippet if I have one, a summary, a long winded excuse for why it's still not done yet... I'm working tonight but I have tomorrow off and will answer asks then!

Stories on AO3:

Outside Chance

Outside Expectations

Outside the Lines

Spellbound

Where the Stars Crumble to Life

One Last Hope

Everything You Are

Ampersand (Series)

Fickle Games

No Reason

Holiday Havoc Ensues

Smutercising

Stories Not on AO3:

Bound to Get Burned

Caught in the Net of the World

The Courtship of Lambs

Crush My Bones with Bittersweet

Grief Catches Us All

Hand porn

In the Waiting Dark (the Red Moon Rises)

Kiss Me In the Dark

Making Dents in the Wall

Septimus

Sin Bin

Small Turn Ons

Spiral & Collission / Ellipses & Ignition

Tangled AU

Through the Eyes of My Love

To Know, Not to Be Known

Turning of the Seasons

You + Me

Random Files:

Anyways

Arrive Broken

The Art of Peeling Pearls

Autumn Delight

Awkward

Bed Head

Bend Me, Shake Me Any Way You Want Me

The Cold Side of the Bed

Dear Diary

Everlark on the Prairie

Fluffy Menace

Full Zeroes

Holiday Pet Sitters

Hypocrites

Kiss Me in the Dark

Kissing Clause

Last Dance

Long Have I Waited, My Darling

Love in the Library

Nude Dude Foods

On Lockdown

Peeta POV

Scrawled Upon My Skin

Shattered Into Ash

Seven Feathers

The Strong Arm of Justice

The Touch of Time

Under the Pink Sky

Yes, Chef

And Finally, for the Truly Brave (I mean it, don't do this if you have very clear lines of what you find acceptable in fanfiction), I will answer questions about my folder titled "What Is This Shit?!?!", where I put all of the weird, dark, morally questionable fic ideas that I'm certain about 95% of you all would absolutely hate. Actually some of them are not that bad, but others really are a dumpster fire. Send a number between 1 and 66 for a potentially unpleasant surprise, if you dare.

Now for the tags! I tag @mega-aulover @unnamednarrator, and @thesweetnessofspring because it's been over a week since each of you tagged me mwahahaha. Also tagging @shesasurvivor @louezem and @burkygirl (I've seen you lurking in my notes, don't think I didn't. Hope you've had a restful break from fandom and glad to see you around here again.)

[unnamednarrator]

💓 wip wednesday 💓

wanted to share a little snippet from the next chapter of i love you, i’m sorry :)) so excited to share it soon!!

‘D’you know, Sourpuss,’ Prim says, almost conspiratorially as she tries to suppress a yawn. ‘The chorus from your song kinda reminds me of Out of the Woods.’

I snort. What a Prim-like comparison to make. ‘Like all the repeating?’

‘Yeah I mean— are we out of the woods yet, are we out of the woods yet, are we out of the woods yet and where do we go now, where do we go now, where do we go now feel like sister choruses.’ She fluffs her pillow before settling her head back down. ‘That’s a compliment, by the way.’

‘No I know. Thanks.’

also some no pressure tags for the gorgeous and talented everlark enjoyers, if u have anything u wanna share 🫶🫶 @thesunpersists @mage-chocolate @oolhan @delicatekissez @mollywog

[ginger-bread-is-good]

CW: this little snippet discusses my thoughts on Everlark's first time, 18+ only

So I'd imagine like everyone else that it's kinda awkward, not uncomfortable but the way you would expect two virgin adults who have gone through lots of trauma to be for their first time.

I definitely do think that it would unlock something in them after their firstime, even with Peeta who would know a little bit more as his brothers described in detail to him what sex is like, still becomes insatiable like Katniss.

I also think she would basically alert everyone in D12 the next morning, people can just tell by the look on her face what went down. The subtle pride on Peetas face is not subtle at all and people either clap him on the back or refuse to look at them.

Along with that I think it's funny to imagine Peeta panicking about Kat bleeding for their first time (I know it doesn't happen to everyone but whatev), and basically running rampant in his mind if he hurt her.

And lastly, the whole of D12 chips in to get Haymitch earmuffs, cos they know these bitches ain't gonna be quiet

[fyreflys]

Plans to update your everlark fic? I am missing fluff stuff in my life 🫠

Yes! I’m finally working on it again (yay!). The final chapters are all planned out & outlined, it’s just a matter of me actually getting around to writing it. I’ve just had some bad writers block & some major lack of motivation to work on it the past few months, not to mention several other hyperfixations coming along to steal my attention. There’s no saying when I’ll have the next chapter done, but hopefully soon(ish)!

In the mean time, I did post another Everlark oneshot (<- linked) on my AO3 a while ago that you could check out if you haven’t already! It’s pretty fluffy (and angsty, I can never seem to forgo angst), & I’m a personal big fan of it (if it wasn’t my own fic it might be a comfort fic).

And because I love my readers, take this snippet from what I’ve written so far ;)