I've been excited to make a request ever since I saw your blog. This is such a sweet treat for the fandom. Anyway, my birthday is December 8, and I have a weakness for first-meeting or first-falling-in-love Everlark. If it's complicated by a misunderstanding or miscommunication, all the better, but anything will make my day. Thank you!
It’s your birthday! Happiest of birthdays to you! To help celebrate, the lovely and talented @lvfics has crafted this perfect little morsel of Everlark deliciousness just for you! We hope you enjoy!
The Business of Strangers
Rain falls in sheets, slapping against the concrete sidewalk. Normally Katniss likes rain. A little sprinkle never hurt and nothing beats curling up with a warm cup of cocoa while droplets land against the window. But today in her wobbly five-inch heels and already a full day of meetings the rain is glum and unwelcome. So she sits in the backseat of a black car, tapping her fingers on the plush seat next to her, counting down the seconds until she can finally curl up in her suite and order in.
It’s been a long sixteen months living in hotels and she doesn’t see an end to it anytime soon. It was supposed to be a temporary position, just helping out until the mergers were done, but as usual there was some pushback and now she can’t even remember the last time she slept in her own bed. The perks are good, of course, and she’s racking up enough miles to fly the world for free when this is over, but that doesn’t even begin to make up for skipping every birthday and holiday over the last year.