You’re All I See

Summary: “There were many theories concerning the multiverse, but Peeta’s favorite was the idea that the universe was infinite, so there were infinite worlds, worlds born from every decision each person made.” Three universes, three decisions. Everlark.

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Peeta had been in his new apartment for three days when he realized he hadn’t had a home cooked meal since he made his big move. He checked Google and found the nearest Stop & Shop was twenty minutes away.

Of course. The perks of living in a small town.

He ended up at a local store located five minutes from his apartment building. Higher prices for less of a selection. Yeah, he was going to love this small town stuff.

He walked into Capitol Mart and decided it had a big name for such a small place. He made quick work of the handful of aisles, grabbing whatever caught his eye rather than working off a list. At this point, anything was better than another serving of General Tso’s Chicken.

He stood in line at the only checkout line that was open and studied the magazine headlines as he waited.

“Shit,” the woman in front of him mumbled.

He looked up to find a very pretty brunette staring at the cashier. “Can you try once more, Darius?” she asked. “Maybe it’s a mistake.”

“I tried three times, Kat. It got declined.”

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This post is for Stace stacylk whose birthday is today. I hope you have a wonderful day! Here is some Everlark to make you smile. :)

Dancing Everlark

“It’s Not Real” Everlark

“We Saved Each Other” Everlark

The Pearl Everlark

“Stay With Me” Everlark

Cave Kiss Everlark

Snow Kiss Everlark

Victors

“Shit’s About to get Real” Everlark

We Get to Go Home Everlark

Good-bye for Now Everlark

“Of Course We’ll Go Into This as One” Everlark

Awkward Everlark

Hugs Everlark

And last but not least…

“Always” Everlark

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SSS- Mile High

A/N: Hey guys! So here’s a preview of the last chapter of Mile High. It’s unbetaed, probably messy as hell (I throw commas like confetti and never at the right time or place). Content is subject to change. Rated Explicit for language (naturally, if you know me at all). Banner by the AMAZING loving-mellark​, and, as always, for my dear friend dandelion-sunset​.

The final chapter should be out sometime in the next week or so. If you enjoy the preview, lemme know! Feedback keeps me chugging along. XOXO -c

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The seatbelt light flickers off, accompanied by one final ping, indicating that we’ve arrived safely at our gate and are free to gather our possessions and deplane. At the sound Katniss unfastens her belt and leaps up, recklessly throwing open the overhead bin. She reaches for her bag and gives it one fierce, impatient tug, allowing it to fall in a hard thud at her feet. I watch her crouch down and unzip a pouch, rustling through it as if she were searching for something among its contents. If she’s looking for something, though, she doesn’t find it. She puts on a fine show, doing whatever she can to avoid saying anything to me, and, since the show is for my sole benefit, I watch. A bitter taste like bile mingles in the back of my mouth.  

As soon as the jetway door opens, she closes her bag and stands up, her eyes slowly rising from the floor to meet mine. Finally. I’ve been waiting for her to look at me, to acknowledge me. I hate myself for it, but I’ve been craving the chance to stare into their cool, comforting depths, hoping they will hold some clue for me or some path forward out of whatever mess we’ve made between us. Instead her eyes are guarded and closed off. This is it, then, I think. This is where I lose her.   

I notice her gaze fall briefly to my mouth, as if she is looking for me to say something. I don’t. She rips her eyes away and doesn’t look at me again.     

All the feelings within me rage in a relentless battle: the anger, resentment, rejection, and frustration clashing with hope, desire, lust, and the other thing I dare not name. And she’s made me feel all of it. I should hate her for it, but I can’t.

She speaks, and when she opens her mouth the sound that comes out of it is lifeless and bland. “Okay,” she says, and then, as almost an afterthought, “bye.” She grabs the handle of her bag and walks away without waiting for my reply.

I sit there, stunned, trying to process what just happened. What just happened. What the fuck just happened.

Burying my head in my hands, I lean forward on my knees, fighting the urge to yell obscenities and completely break down. The realization dawns on me that whatever Clove did to me, however she hurt me, this is far worse. The minute Katniss Everdeen walked onto this plane, she had the audacity to make me feel alive. She made me feel valued and safe. She tricked me into believing that not all dreams are nightmares. That life can be good again. I groan into my hands, an anguished, despondent sound. She made me feel wanted. She called it fucking, but she shared something of herself with me that no one has ever shared before. I felt it. Then she shut me out and walked- no, ran- away from me.

I deserve to know why she would do any of that to me.

I leap up from my seat and grab my backpack, pushing my way into the aisle with an apology to the other passengers. Snatching my carryon bag from the overhead, I dash off the plane and weave my way through the crowd of people clumped in the jetway. When I burst through the gate door into the terminal, I don’t know what to expect. Foolishly, I hope that she’ll be standing there, waiting for me after all, a smile on her face that would be the only act of contrition in this world that she’d ever need to show me.

But she’s gone.

Multitudes of people circle around me in a dizzying swarm. Children clutching stuffed animals and pillows, excited for an evening flight to visit their grandparents. Women in colorful headscarves stocking up on candy and magazines. Couples holding hands or squabbling about running late as they dash to their gate. Tired businessmen in tired suits, briefcases thumping against the legs of their wrinkled pants. The cacophony is deafening. It is like Babel, and I can’t understand a single word anyone is saying.

I can’t find Katniss. I can’t see her, can’t hear her, and my world spins on its axis.

Laguardia is a claustrophobic mess of humanity, and searching for the one person in the world you’re desperate to see is like playing a masochistic version of Where’s Waldo?. What if I can’t find her? What if she’s gone forever?

I start shuffling toward the exit, already defeated by the futility of my endeavor, when I spot her. She’s maybe 50 yards ahead of me, emerging from a women’s bathroom, the hot pink letters on the ass of her shorts gleaming at me like a beacon in the dark. My heart leaps into my throat at the sight, and despite the fact that my legs suddenly feel like leaden weights, I start to run.

I run as if my life depended on it.

SSS: The Boyfriend, Chapter 4

Thank you to louezem and a patient anon who gently prodded me into this.  :)


That Monday night, the night before the Undersee meeting at work, Katniss comes home to what almost sounds like a fight.

“Of course I want to live in New York, why would I interview somewhere I didn’t want to work?”

Madge turns at the sound of the apartment door opening, looking surprised by Katniss’s appearance in the doorway, but she covers with a big smile.  “Good!  Someone who will actually be happy for me!”

“I didn’t say that!” Peeta huffs,  clearly exasperated.  He shakes his head at Madge from his position next to her in the tiny kitchen, putting a hand instinctively to his temple.  Then he looks to Katniss, giving her a helpless shrug.  “Hi, Katniss.”

“What’s going on?” Katniss asks warily.  She slips off her coat, hanging it up in the small closet by the front door, and then takes off her boots, focusing on placing them carefully on the shoe mat by the door, not wanting to look at either of them.  Clearly, she’s interrupted something.

“I got the job!” Madge exclaims, and Katniss looks up in time to see Madge approaching her excitedly.

“The one in New York?”  She hugs her friend, bewildered by what she’s just walked into.  Then, over Madge’s shoulder, Katniss’s eyes betray her will and land on Peeta.

They’re moving to New York, aren’t they?

SSS: untitled

idk if anyone does these without being asked anymore but eh, whatever. from a one-shot I’m working on for wheneverdeen, who requested kindergarten teacher!everlark, so I’m not just doing some gratuitous self-insert lol. my fingers are crossed to get this done by next monday!

He rolls it up neatly for her, grinning again as he hands it to her. “Anything else, Ms. Everdeen?”

“No, this is—you’ve um, done enough.” Her lips curl up in a smile. “Just…you can call me Katniss,” she tells him, and the bright smile he gives her is enough to make the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach settle.

“Katniss,” he repeats, like he’s rolling it around in his mouth to get the feel of it. Another teacher comes into the supply room, Haymitch Abernathy, the cranky fifth grade teacher that all the kids inexplicably love. He takes one look at them, a pink faced Katniss stepping quickly away from Peeta, and snorts.

“This should be interesting,” he says with a scoff.

Peeta just grins quizzically. “Is that a hip flask?” Katniss snorts, and Mr. Abernathy narrows his eyes at the pair of them. “Let me know if you need any more help, Katniss,” he says, quietly enough that she feels like it’s just for her.

“Thanks, Peeta.” He smiles at her one more time then heads out, leaving them to stare after him. Haymitch gives her a sly look once the door swings closed.

“How sweet,” he jibes, sitting in an empty chair and leaning back, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s like watching Bambi learn how to walk.”

Countdown to Mockingjay: Day 19/100

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I hope you are all enjoying the countdown so far and they you’ve discovered new authors/stories. As I list just one story from each author, please remember that each author has more amazing stories you should check out. Me choosing one story doesn’t do these authors justice. Please remember that the authors are in no particular order. Please share and reblog!

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Author 71: amenityeverlark

Story: Prove You Wrong

  • Status: Complete (possibly be continued)
  • Type: One-Shot (might be multi-chapter)
  • Rating: T
  • Canon/AU: AU
  • Warning/Trigger: Physical abuse, verbal abuse, mild langauge
  • Summary: “Sharp, dark, smoky angular eyes; lips, not-quite full, but thin and pleasing; waves of dark hair over her shoulders… She wore a dress that fell to her knees. Small, girlish flats on her feet that Peeta had seen ladies at school wear. To him, she didn’t have any flaws. She was perfect, while he was the screw-up."Peeta Mellark’s only sense of freedom from his inflicted abuse was through art. The girl he drew was simply a figment of his imagination, but showed more compassion in only images than anyone had for him in his sixteen years of life.
  • Why I chose this fic: This story is a little hard to read at first because of Peeta’s abuse. I like the idea of Peeta using art as an escape. I hope the author continues this story.

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Author 72: karin6824

Story: For the Wrong Reasons

  • Status: In Progress
  • Type: Multi-Chapter
  • Rating: Not Rated
  • Canon/AU: AU- Canon divergence
  • Warning/Trigger: None provided by author
  • Summary: They weren’t part of the rebellion. In fact, it was years ago.
    That first summer Katniss had to wonder why her father had died fighting to end Snow’s reign, if now she had to assist mandatory viewing and watch as Capitol children were reaped for another version of the Hunger Games.This was their new life. At first of ghosts and memories. Of reconstruction, cold winters, and thin bare clothes. They got a cat, maybe in replacement of a mother.A Panem AU where the Capitol is gone, but nothing is really different.
  • Why I chose this fic: This is a great story with a few differences from the trilogy. I don’t want to give away too much, but Katniss does something in the first chapter that i’d never thought she would do!

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Author 73: greenlark

Story: City of Dreams

  • Status: In Progress
  • Type: Multi-Chapter
  • Rating: M
  • Canon/AU: AU
  • Warning/Trigger: physical abuse, attempted rape, forced slavery, kidnapping
  • Summary: For Katniss’ 18th birthday, her eccentric aunt Effie gave her a special gift to welcome her to adulthood - a pleasure slave boy that was sold newly from District 12.
  • Why I chose this fic: This story starts off as sexy, but turns into such an unpredictable, entertaining story that I can never predict what happens next!

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Author 74: girlonfire2012

Story: Her Royal Highness

  • Status: In Progress
  • Type: Multi-Chapter
  • Rating: M
  • Canon/AU:  AU
  • Warning/Trigger: None provided by author
  • Summary: As the daughter of the King, Her Royal Highness Princess Katarina of Panem must take on many duties and responsibilities as she turns eighteen, despite seeing her royal life as a burden. Katniss lives a comfortable life with food, an education and money. However, she would trade those three things to be normal. If only it were as simple as that.
  • Why I chose this fic: This is one of the few stories in which the social status roles are reversed: Katniss is a rich princess, Peeta is a working class baker. I like how the author doesn’t write Katniss as a stuck up snob.
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The Dandelion Child

Okay, this is a little something that was planted in my head after I got a Disney AU idea. I decided, instead, to write an Everlark version of a Brothers Grimm fairy tale. So here is the Everlarked tale of ‘Rapunzel’ !



There once was a man and a woman who had tried unsuccessfully to have a child their entire married lives. They had no sooner given up on this dream than the wife finally conceived, and the couple delighted in this news. Very soon, they began to prepare for the arrival of their miracle child.

   Their humble little house overlooked a lovely garden in which grew a myriad of blossoms. This garden, however, was not to be trespassed upon, for it belonged to an old dame by the name of Effie, who was known to everyone in town to be a cruel old mistress.

   One day the wife, now heavily pregnant with their blessed fetus, looked upon the flower bed and was struck with a great desire to possess a collection of the brilliant yellow dandelions that grew there. She called her husband into the room and told him of her wishes. The man, never wishing to displease his wife, who he loved very much, readily agreed to do her bidding.

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A Wicked Game cp. 18

Here’s another chapter! I thought I would have this up sooner but yeah that didn’t happen. Anyways, thanks dandelionlass for betaing. Go check out some of her work!

Read previous chapters here, on AO3 and on FFN.


It’s only been two weeks since I placed that note on his pillow. Peeta only called me once and I let it go to voicemail. If I would have picked up I knew that he could have easily convinced me to go back to him. Go back to torturing my heart and ignoring the gnawing feeling in my stomach. I listened to the voicemail he left. The last sixty seconds I’ll ever get with Peeta Mellark. I have to pretend now that my short life with him never existed.

“You left. That’s it. You can’t come back, we’re done. This is on you Katniss,” Peeta’s voice is full of malice. Then after a few deep breaths there’s a much softer Peeta. “Dammit Katniss, why would you let me do that to you? I knew it was a bad idea but I wanted you to sign the fucking contract. I just wanted to get back to what I knew. I’m sorry Katniss. I hope you find someone that is able to give you everything that I can’t.”

It’s hard to pretend that Peeta never existed though. Everywhere I turn, I can see, feel, hear, and sense him. He’s at my work with Seneca’s empty desk, reminding me that it was him that got Crane fired. He’s on my bed where he gave me my first glimpse of BDSM. He’s in my car when a song that he likes plays on the radio. He’s the birth control pills in my purse that later find themselves in my toilet. He’s on my nightstand where the stupid music box with the mockingjay whistle plays. I think about smashing it multiple times but I can’t bring myself to do it. The box also reminds me of my dad, and all of those memories outweigh the memories of Peeta.

Johanna came up with the brilliant idea of me moving in with her. She thinks that it’ll be good for me to get out of my comfort zone and be somewhere that doesn’t have the essence of Peeta. I don’t say yes to her but somehow Gale has helped me pack up my room and everything is now nice and organized in Johanna’s spare room and my first month’s rent is in her back pocket.

Johanna has had enough of my ‘moping’ around. Yes I go to work and yes I eat lunch and converse with people. Yes I celebrated with many of the other female coworkers when Seneca left the company due to ‘personal reasons’. Yes I put a smile on my face and check in with Prim. But all of that isn’t enough. Johanna says that I’m not all there. Part of me is constantly reliving the break up and I need to get out of my own head. I need a rebound fuck.

I immediately shoot down any all of her advances for me to hook up with someone. I’m not ready and I have no desire to sleep with someone I don’t know. Plus I’m terrified that I might actually like it and moving on from Peeta will be easier than I thought it would be, meaning I didn’t have the feelings I had for him.

Johanna gives me two weeks. Two weeks and then I have to go out with her for a least a drink and a dance. I agree to it, mainly to get her to shut up but I also know that in two weeks I need to get my shit together and move on. I need to start acting like the Katniss I prided myself to be. The Katniss with the hard exterior that doesn’t let anyone or anything get to her.

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