#everlark fics

[everlarkficquestions]

Hi guys!

Just popping in to ask if you know of any everlark fics that have been published as actual books now? I just finished reading In The Pines and I’m on the hunt for more!

Thank you so much!!

Hi there!

There is a growing number of former everlark fic writers who have published original works, but some of those who have published their former everlark fics as originals that I can think of are:

Natalia Jaster (HGRomance) - Trick ("Goddess")

Christina Rose Andrews (Rose & Lark) - The Language of Flowers ("Floriography")

Lindsey Ouimet (Bleedtoloveher) - "Perdition" and "Whats a Soulmate"

Kristin Rouse (Baronesskika) - The Fix ("All the Right Friends in all the Right Places")

Sera Taíno (Titania522) - A Delicious Dilemma ("My Favorite Mistake")

Jane S Ryann (Jlalafics) - Again and Again Remix (same name).

Beth Baldwin - (Endlessnightlock) - My Home Is With You

I am sure there are more!

If anyone can think of them, please drop us a message or leave a note in the comments.

:)

[swiftlark]

pls recommend some everlark fics besties

[realmermaid333]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark Characters: Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Peeta Mellark Needs a Hug, Fluff, Post-Book 3: Mockingjay Summary:

Peeta has a PTSD attack in the kitchen.

[clatoera]

I am once again praising the everlark stans y'all keep the fic COMING y'all keep each other (and me) FED, there is no begging for scraps and content if you're an everlark stan but also theres so much???talent??? oozing from those fics fr I admire you

[lemonluvgirl]

hi, i was wondering if you have a masterlist of your fics?

Hello!

I recently (like last month) consolidated all my fics and drabbles to my AO3 writer's page. It's easier for me to try and keep everything in one place. So if you are looking for a masterlist that's where I have all my completed drabbles, shorts, and my long WIPs.

but if you don't use AO3 you can use this tumblr link. You can find many of my tumblr drabbles with it. Along with the new short story I'm working on, called The Effect. Which is just my excuse to write everlark ABO trash :)

I don't really use FFN that much anymore but if that's your style I have a few stories on that site.

And I don't have a wattpad or stories anywhere else. AO3 and Tumblr are my main sites and anything that I'm even remotely proud of is posted on AO3.

So, please enjoy.

[sameschmidtdiffname]

I personally choose to believe that the Hunger Games series is supposed to be Katniss's memoir/way of setting the record straight about her and her loved ones part in the Games/war. Meaning I think the entire country of New Panem was going into a FIT with every new chapter they read, let alone book. Just imagine the podcasts for a second.

"SO THE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS OF DISTRICT 12."

"YEAH."

"FATED SOULMATES."

"DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER."

"Role model for all of our relationships, I think it's safe to say."

"Mmhmm."

"It was a SURVIVAL STRAT????"

That baby reveal??? Had the country in SHAMBLES when they realized Peeta was lying. Her editors probably told her to just keep that out and she probably just said "why?? I have actual kids now, it's fine." The tabloids are blowing clear the fuck up all day every day. Peeta's hijacking??? People already knew but they didn't know EVERYTHING. God, those podcasts were LIT.

[thekayart]

Just a dad and his toastbaby 💚

I think Peeta wears glasses in the future, and I love it!

I don’t know what to say, he is so in love with his baby girl.

[triassictriserratops]

I am a simple woman.

Give me a good Peeta POV and I will melt at the fucking KNEES for you.

Like, I love a good Katniss POV. But I already know that she's feral and sick for Peeta.

What I NEED to know, more than BREATH, is just how unhinged Peeta is for Katniss.

While she's cataloging his eyelashes by Dewey Decimal System, he's using MLA format to cite his thoughts on each strand of her braid.

SICK

[brimay]

Sometimes I feel normal and then I remember that Peeta is canonically the only person Katniss found truly attractive. And she married him.

[oolhan]

🚨🚨🚨im sorry but i just HAVE TO announce that hunter woodhall and tara davis is real life everlark🚨🚨🚨 just look at this one???

everlark.

[realmermaid333]

writing patterns :)

i was tagged by @thesweetnessofspring

rules- list the last lines of the last 10 fics you've posted to see if there is a pattern.

(purple titles are completed fics, pink are wips)

When I'm Pure Like a Dove, When I've Learned How to Love- "They’re both unsure of their futures. But as they lay wrapped in each other’s arms in the safe privacy of their lake, they know that as long as they have each other and their families they’ll be okay."

Night Terror- "She drifted into a calm and dreamless sleep. Knowing that when she woke up, Peeta would still be right beside her. "

Say Yes to Heaven- "She’ll be the death of me, Tyler thought with a smile."

Brighter Than a Summer's Day- "He chuckles and wraps his arms tighter around her waist, snuggling closer to her. The day can wait."

The Mad Girl- "A part of her was disappointed, maybe even sad, that she didn’t get to talk to her more. The “mad girl” wasn’t really that mad after all. If anything, she seemed pretty cool."

I'm a mutt.- "Soon enough, Peeta’s breathing evened out, and he felt calm though his tears kept falling. He believed her."

Don't Let Go of Me- "The last thing she remembered was the muffled sound of Tyler crying and talking to someone, and the smell of pine and coffee. "

Forlorn- "She took a deep breath, then returned her fingers to the typewriter keys."

i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips- "Wednesday turned around and grabbed her backpack, walking towards the exit. Bianca followed in suit with a grin on her face."

ABC's of LGBT- "Wednesday hummed and kissed Tyler’s neck."

It seems I tend to end fics with a character sharing sensory details of their partner or friend, and/or reflecting on their feelings hehe.

tagging- @suchaladyy @nonamemanga @ourdramaqueen @the-strangest-person @burntblueberrywaffles @ anyone who wants to join

[tetheredfeathers]

I'm just thinking about how absolutely unhinged it was for miss totally 'not in love Everdeen' to say that peeta's lips felt impossibly good against her neck and that she would not be the first to let go.

[crazyexshipper]

Just a misunderstanding, I suppose.

[thesweetnessofspring]

Prompt: a random night after they’ve grown back together Katniss falls asleep on the couch and Peeta decides to carry his lady to bed and tuck her in 🥹🥺

Took this prompt and putting my own little spin on it. Have some Everlark sick fic and fluff! Rated G

I get home from the bakery, exhausted from an order of two-tiered cake for a wedding. My arms are still cramped up from holding the piping bag up while decorating, time against the clock to get it done in time. I'm ready to eat and turn in early.

Coming through the back door, I don't see Katniss in the kitchen, where she's usually prepping for dinner before I come in and help her finish. I circle around toward the living room, calling, "Katniss?"

"In here," she says, her voice small and weak.

She's sprawled out on the couch, lips parted, face flushed, with glassy-half-closed eyes.

"You don't look good," I say, getting nearer to her.

"I'm fine," she denies, but leans into my touch when I put the back of my hand to her forehead. She's hot, the heat coming off of her uncomfortable.

"Stay there, I'll get dinner ready," I say.

She stands up, wobbling slightly before steadying. "I haven't skinned the squirrel yet."

"I can skin a squirrel, honeybee. Sit."

"No, I told you, I'm fine."

Katniss gets stubborn like this when she's sick at first. Denying it, pushing away medicine. Eventually, she'll wear herself out and rest up, but she won't stop until she can't go on anymore. The most I can do is take care of the rest of the dinner, cutting up the potatoes and shelling the peas while she takes care of the meat. Katniss is always particular about her meat.

When we sit down to dinner, she still has that blank, far-off stare and half-listens to the conversation about the wedding cake and news from town. She also insists on helping clean up, but after washing the dishes, her hands land on the counter to anchor herself.

"I got the rest," I say. "Sit down on the couch, all right?"

Her energy must be fading because she only casts me a suspicious look before shuffling out of the room. Once she's cleared out, I wipe down everything, more for Haymitch's benefit than my own. If I'm going to get sick from Katniss, I'm going to get sick. No way for me to avoid that.

Once I finish up and reach her, she's fallen asleep on the couch, head on a pillow against the armrest, mouth open, and shivering slightly. Good. I don't need her to put up a fight anymore.

When I lift her up, she's not heavy, hardly weighing more than the bags of flour I lift all day at work, but my shoulders are still stiff. Damn getting older and living through two Hunger Games, a war, and school wrestling. Doesn't help with tight muscles at all.

But it's either wake her up when she needs the sleep or leave her on the couch. After eleven years, we haven't spent a night apart from each other since she invited me under her covers again.

In my arms, Katniss turns her hot body into mine, red cheek against my shoulder. Her shivering subsides a bit and she hums, then sighs.

"I got you," I whisper, and climb up the stairs.

By the time I reach our bedroom, I'm lightly sweating, partly from the exertion but mostly from Katniss's body heat. She's completely passed out as I put her on the bed, then pull the blankets up and over her. After, I brush aside the hair on her forehead, some of it clinging to the sweat on her hairline, and kiss her where she burns with fever.

After I open the window and get ready for bed myself, I take my place next to her. She's so ill she doesn't even turn to snuggle into me, as she usually does when I get into bed following her. When I wake up once from a nightmare, she's still in as deep of a sleep as I've ever seen her.

In the morning, though, when I open my eyes, she's made a pillow of my chest. At my stirring she lifts her face with its still-red cheeks and half-closed eyes and says, "I think I'm sick."

She's so gone in her fever, she doesn't even care that I laugh at her.

[ticklishraspberries]

Neck Kisses (Katniss/Peeta)

Summary: Peeta gives Katniss kisses over the years. (Week #4 of @august-anon's Tickletober prompts!! I've never written a Hunger Games fic before so let me know if y'all like it and/or want to see more!!)

The lights are blinding, and Katniss is struggling to keep that fake smile on her face. They’ve been standing, taking photos, being gawked at for what has felt like years.

Cinna has dressed her in gold. Peeta’s suit matches perfectly. He does look handsome, but she isn’t sure the color really does him any favors: The shimmer pops on her skin tone, compliments her dark hair and eyes, but Peeta’s pale and blonde and would probably suit silver more, she thinks. Not that she knows anything about fashion, nor does she care about how Peeta dresses. She only cares about how he’ll fight in the arena, and how his hand around her waist right now is really irritating. She wants nothing more than to shrug him off, to roll her eyes right at those cameras, to take all the stupid pins out of her hair.

Instead, she just stands and tries to look pretty.

Peeta’s head moves in her peripheral vision and she shoots him a confused glance, and then twitches when he presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder where the dress has left her skin exposed. No one has ever kissed her there, and goosebumps immediately spread over her skin. It doesn’t feel bad, but she still digs her elbow into his side in retaliation anyway, because he could have at least warned her that he and Haymitch were upping the affection quota.

When they’re finally free from the cameras and lights, and Katniss has shed most of her ridiculous outfit, Peeta comes and sits beside her, away from prying eyes.

“Sorry I kissed your shoulder,” he says, avoiding her eyes. “Haymitch and Effie have been trying to get me to…sell this whole love story thing. I should have asked you if that was okay first, I just had the idea in the moment and went for it.”

Katniss looks him up and down, the shyness in his body language and the genuinity in his tone, and her hard expression softens just a little. “It’s fine. Just…warn me next time.”

He nods, offering her a little smile. Then, after a moment of comfortable silence, he asks: “Did it tickle?”

“What?”

“When I kissed you. It seemed like it tickled.”

Katniss does roll her eyes now, ignoring the way her face feels suddenly warm under his scrutiny. “No, it just felt weird. And I wasn’t expecting it.”

Peeta has this stupid smile on his face that makes Katniss want to punch him. But, there are rules about tributes fighting, and she also doesn’t think she could really hurt him when he looks so innocent, so…She huffs and gets to her feet.

“So, you aren’t ticklish? I just think if we’re going to be allies, I should know your weaknesses, you know?” Peeta says, and he’s fully grinning now.

“Goodnight, Peeta,” she replies, refusing to turn back and let him see the way her lips have started to curl. Watching him try to find the light, the humor in this all, to get to know her even though it’s probable he will have to kill her…Well, those thoughts dampen her mood quite quickly.

The truth is, she is ticklish. Most of her experience with tickling has been her tickling Prim, and sometimes Gale tickling her, but she always fights him tooth and nail when he does it. He’s usually all rough hands squeezing her sides and scribbling behind her knees. What Peeta had done was different, it was gentle and made her stomach flutter…She supposes it would have felt nice, if they had been alone, and she had known he was going to do it, and could have prepared.

She falls asleep trying to ignore the little voice in her mind that wants him to do it again.

***

The sound of birds chirping outside the window is what wakes her.

Katniss blinks against the sunshine seeping into the room, and settles comfortably into Peeta’s arms that are wrapped around her waist. The morning is still, the children still sleeping instead of climbing into their bed with excited babbling as they do most mornings.

Peeta begins to stir beside her, and Katniss finds herself smiling as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. “Morning,” he mumbles.

“Morning,” she replies softly.

Peeta’s lips press a soft kiss to the skin of her shoulder, and then continues to pepper those little kisses up to her jaw and back down again. She’s giggling in seconds, having been unprepared for such antics so early. She’s still stubborn as she was as a scrappy teenager in the Seam, and normally when Peeta tickles her, she holds her laughter in and fights back, turning the tables or running off into the grass. She doesn’t have that chance now, lovingly encased in his arms and still too sleepy to launch an escape plan.

She doesn’t even remember the first time he pressed his lips there, back before the first Games, on that stage with the blinding lights. That feels lifetimes away, has been buried under much worse memories, forgotten. They are making new memories now, better ones.

“Peeta, we’ll wake them,” she says, trying to keep her giggling to a low volume.

Peeta just grins. “They’ll be up soon anyway.”

And with that, he starts tickling her belly with ten fast fingers, and Katniss has no choice but to dissolve into laughter. It isn’t long until the children are roused by the sound, curious as to what their mama could be finding so funny.

Now, she starts her day with genuine smiles, laughter, and love.