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Leading Suspects - Chapter 4

Summary: When an old friend in need reaches out to Katniss, she returns to the small town she swore she’d never set foot in again. Help Madge and then leave, she decides. But a murder investigation and one sheriff with stupid blue eyes and dimples all conspire to keep her where she thought she’d never want to be.

WARNINGS: RATED E for mentions of domestic abuse, character death, mild language to include racial slurs, an obscene love affair with coffee, and explicit sexual content.

Chapters 1 and 2 have been cross posted and can now be read on AO3 and FF.net! I’ll get the rest up there in the next few days. In the meantime, Chapter 3 is still only on tumblr HERE, and chapter 4 is below the cut.

Sorry, @peetabreadgirl, this will not be completely posted by your actual birthday, but hey! That means you can continue the party for a bit longer, yeah? Enjoy!


“This is a terrible idea,” Madge says nervously as I shove aside glass bottles until I find the one I want.

“Bailey’s is never a bad idea,” I insist. “Especially not if we’re going to be drinking shitty insta-coffee. Honestly Madge, you shoulda divorced his ass just for subjecting you to that torture.”

Madge snorts and curls her feet onto the couch as I crow in triumph and pull the still sealed bottle from the back of the generously stocked bar. She holds up both mugs of coffee for me to add a generous amount of Bailey’s to each. Setting the bottle on the coffee table, I accept my mug from her.

“Besides, when have I ever had a bad idea?” I ask and sigh at the first sip of what is more Bailey’s than coffee concoction.

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There. He’s done it again. Dropped a bomb that wipes out the efforts of every tribute who came before him.

Well, maybe not. Maybe this year he has only lit the fuse on a bomb that the victors themselves have been building. Hoping someone would be able to detonate it. Perhaps thinking it would be me in my bridal gown. Not knowing how much I rely on Cinna’s talents, whereas 

Peeta needs nothing more than his wits.

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I look into those blue eyes that no amount of dramatic makeup can make truly deadly and remember how, just a year ago, I was prepared to kill him. Convinced he was trying to kill me. Now everything is reversed. I’m determined to keep him alive, knowing the cost will be my own life, but the part of me that is not so brave as I could wish is glad that it’s Peeta, not Haymitch, beside me. Our hands find each other without further discussion. Of course we will go into this as one. 
 ya lit meme 5/8 OTPs Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark (the Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins)

Everdeen Vineyards

happy valentine’s day, just barely! here’s a little drabble that wouldn’t leave me, hope you enjoy <3


“Have you had a chance to look at the menu yet?” Katniss asked the back of the man’s head, her eyes already scanning the room to make note of the new patrons she still needed to greet. A steady flow of customers through the tasting room was keeping her busy–not that she was complaining. Not much, anyway.

The man turned around, and she snapped her gaze back to him, a polite smile fixing itself to her lips. “Not yet, I’m afraid.” He smiled, and her expression froze as she got a look at his face for the first time. “Hey, Katniss.”

It took an embarrassingly long moment for the synapses in her brain to fire, and her smile slipped. “Oh–Peeta?” Why she phrased it like a question, she didn’t know. Of course, it was Peeta. She’d recognize that face, with those blue eyes and that sweet smile, anywhere. She just hadn’t expected to see it here. “Oh my god–what–I mean, hi. Wow.”

He laughed slightly, and she felt herself blushing. She shook her head, forcing a laugh too. “I’m sorry. How are you?” she asked awkwardly. She wasn’t entirely sure of the protocol for greeting an old high school classmate who’d existed mainly on the periphery of her acquaintances. The last time she’d seen him was graduation 10 years ago.

“I’m good,” he said, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “I just wanted to check this place out. I, ah, saw your post about it on Facebook.” He looked sheepish when he said that, and she blinked. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that–the fact that he could, and did, apparently, read her posts on Facebook. She’d accepted his friend request years ago in college without much thought; they weren’t friends or anything, but she’d received numerous requests from people she barely knew from high school over the years, so it hadn’t seemed too strange. Some–actually, probably most requests–she’d declined. She hadn’t seen the harm in adding him, though. She didn’t know him well, but Peeta Mellark was nice. Funny. Popular. College wrestling champion two years in a row, or something like that–not that she was keeping tabs. He’d regularly show up in her feed over the years, even though they never interacted.

Since she barely used Facebook these days, it just didn’t occur to her he would ever see anything from her.

“Right, of course,” she said with a dazed laugh. “That was the point. Um, thanks for coming. That’s–that’s really nice of you.” She folded her arms over her chest, feeling uncomfortable and not sure what to do with her hands. They were trembling slightly.

Peeta pressed his lips into a small smile, his eyes darting around as he surveyed the room, the people milling around them. “This place looks incredible.”

She wondered if she was ever going to stop blushing at this point. “Thank you. I mean, most of the groundwork was already laid.” She took a deep breath, not wanting to launch into that story. If he’d seen her post, then he’d already learned of her efforts to revitalize her family’s old vineyard, which had been in disrepair since her father’s death more than a decade ago. “Let me get you a menu.”

He nodded while she grabbed a paper menu from a nearby table, holding it out for him. “We do glasses and bottles of the wines listed here, but we also offer a tasting where you can sample seven of our wines. If you haven’t been here before, I recommend that.” She stopped herself and laughed, shaking her head. “Which, of course you haven’t. This weekend is the grand reopening. I just mean–that’s probably what you want to do.”

His eyes flicked up to her from the menu, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll do that. Thank you.”

“Sure. Just find a seat outside if you’d like, and I’ll bring the wine to you,” she said with a vague gesture toward the patio, already turning away to scurry to the bar. She needed a moment to compose herself, inexplicably rattled.

It was just…Peeta. Mellark. Here. To see her. Or rather, to see her vineyard, but it was her vineyard. And he’d come because she’d made a post on Facebook proudly announcing the reopening of Everdeen Vineyards, after three years of planning and toiling and fermenting wines until they were just right.

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anonymous asked:

What are your favorite Everlark fics? What was the first Everlark fic you read?

*sweats nervously*

Oh my… I’m so gonna fuck this up.

I’m sorry that I neglected this ask for a couple weeks *cough cough* but this is like the toughest question in the world. I’m sure I’ll forget to mention so many of them and I don’t want to leave anyone out by mistake.

The first Everlark fanfiction I’ve read was either Growing New Wings by SkyLark89 or The Greatest Sacrifices by @ronjar. I don’t really remember which one.

*deep breaths* 

Santa chimichanga…

Here are a few *cough* of my favorites:

When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun by Mejhiren

Another World by @pookieh

The Act by @muttpeeta

Wildflower by @eala-musings

The Firebird by @thegirlfromoverthepond

Crash My Party by court81981

Whispers from District Twelve by @gentlemama

First We Feast by @badnovels

Lines of Demarcation by @awhiskeyriver

Hero Of The Story by @muttpeeta

Portrait Of A Victor by @sponsormusings

Sever by @dandelion-sunset

Silver Thaw by @eala-musings

The Concubine by @alliswell21

Degrees of Separation by @louezem

The Miner’s Wife by @mockingjayflyingfree

A Match of My Own by @mtk4fun

Absolution by @sfcbruce

Watcher by @chele20035

The Kitty Ranch by @dianaflynn22

The Surrogate by @drivebyanon

A House United by @shesasurvivor

Waterlily by @andshewaits

In Name Only by @izzysamson

Love is… by everlarkeologist

His Little Songbird by @the-peeta-pocket

We Have Brought Peace onto You by @jeeno2

I Love You to Mars and Back by @kleeklutch

Coxa by @jennagill

Luna by @herainab

A Marriage Between Victors by @optimus-pam

Brokenheartsville by dracoisalooker76

Dandelion Wine by theoriginalfamousfremus

Heartbeat by @jenniferandjoshua

Inevitability by @xerxia31

Lost and Found by @peetabreadgirl

RADIO by @w00-ly

Synth by @erstwhilemagic

The Call by PM Addict

The 100th Games by @nerdhourariel

Stories of Us by @alwaysameiko

Captive of the Seam by @izzysamson

The Heir to Panem by @dustwriter

Forever Until by lieselmemingers

When You Go Through The Valley by @dracoisalooker76

Refugees in the Manor by Punzie the Platypus

The Other Mockingjay by @mockingjayflyingfree

When our beds are burning by KleineElfe92

C'est La Vie by @awhiskeyriver

Disphoria by @awhiskeyriver

Unlocking The Universe by @awhiskeyriver

Three Names by girl_aflame

The Gardener by @passionatelycuriousff

Housebroken by @badnovels

The Ghost And Mrs. Hawthorne by @mtk4fun

Trouble Sleeping by ImBeautifullyHuman

If This Be Treason, Make the Most of It by @streetlightlove1

Sins Of The Father by @streetlightlove1

Together By Chance, Together By Choice by Bookgirl318

The hand that is dealt by purple_cube

Ruse by purple_cube

Pas de Deux by maktub

Chasing the Dragon by maktub

The Colors by @silvercistern

Treasured by Belladonnablush

The Flesh and the Devil by glintwarsgreatest

For the Crown by Court81981

Stubborn Love by @stacylk

Endgame by @hutchhitched

Thy Mother’s Glass by @prisspanem

Unfailing Love by KnottedEnergy

Everything by @titaniasfics @jlalafics @thegirlfromoverthepond @papofglencoe and @peetasbunmyoven. I can’t choose.

Oh god, I created a monster post. *wipes forehead* I need a drink…

“Hey,” she said, ruffling his blond curls.

“Hey, you,” he smiled back.

“Marry me.”

He laughed, his eyes bright but disbelieving.  “What?  I think you had too much pain medication.”

She shook her head, never having been this sure of anything in her life.  “Marry me,” she repeated.  “I want your last name, too.”

Peapod, Pineapple, Pumpkin by Annieoakley1 (a.k.a everlarkeologist)