Field Trips Through The Years With The Mellark Children Because @rosegardeninwinter Put Me Into A Mood

field trips through the years with the mellark children because @rosegardeninwinter put me into a mood and this ended up much longer than intended oops

Willow Mellark is four the first time her preschool class is led outside of their colorful brick building and told to prepare for an adventure.

She squints her eyes against the bright morning sun, surveying her surroundings carefully. Mama tells her it’s important to always be aware of what’s around you. Her eyes land on the faded mural flanking the sides of the school’s entrance; a dandelion field, with children of all ages zooming through the yellow blooms. Papa painted this, she remembers. A long time ago. Before mama even had any babies.

A hand curling around her back shakes her from her thoughts and she snaps her head up. “Mama!”

“Are you excited for your field trip, love?”

She crinkles her nose. “I don’t want to go to a field. Can we go back inside and read a story?”

Katniss merely laughs, grabbing her daughter’s hand to follow the rest of the group.

After a few minutes of walking, a familiar storefront comes into view with its dark green facade and large picture windows showcasing various cakes. Willow points her fingers and shrieks excitedly. “It’s Papa’s store! Mama, can we go say hi?”

Her mother smiles down at her. “Of course we can.”

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I love Your Hayffie stories- You are responsible for making me a die-hard Hayffie shipper:D Maybe You would like to do a prompt: Effie being a mama-bear for her tributes (I think Peeta, but maybe both of them) and her reaction on hearing them calling her their mom:D and maybe a little Haymitch-papa for good measure:)

I’ll be very honest, I was kind of drunk whenI proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes XD [X]

Motherhood

“You need to be more careful.” Effie kept onberating, aware Haymitch and Peeta were exchanging mild-amused mild-exasperatedglances behind her back but too focused on the young woman busy grappingcutlery from the drawer to care. Peeta was placing plates on the table andHaymitch was making a good job staring at the stew on the stove – so itwouldn’t burn, he claimed. They were both idiots and should truly be on her side. Katniss was six monthspregnant and shouldn’t be out there by herself. “You can’t be on your feet inthe woods all day now. It is not reasonable, Katniss. You are tiring yourselfand you should rest. And what wouldhappen if you felt faint in the woods? What would happen then? You would be all aloneand…”

“Forfuck’s sake, Mom! Enough!” Katniss snapped.

The resulting silence was deafening.

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Masterlist: AU - No Games

This masterlist features fics where Katniss and Peeta meet and fall in love in District 12 without the Hunger Games.  All of these stories are Alternate Universe, though many of them fall under the more specific category of canon-divergence.

Please make sure to read the tags and summary before diving into the fic. Some stories may feature subject matter which is not to everyone’s tastes.

As with all masterlists, if you find a story that fits but is not on this list, let us know by sending us a message or fanmail with the story link.  Please also let us know if you spot any inaccuracies.  Thank you!

The Games Don’t/No Longer Exist:

Complete:

A Match of My Own - MTK4FUN

Arrows and Cupids - twilightcakes

As Long as the Dandelions Grow - bethylark

Canary in the Coalmine - arollercoasterthatonlygoesup

Five Loaves of Bread: Dark Toast - aimmyarrowshigh (and Dustwriter’s unofficial follow-up What to Fight For)

I knew this would have happened anyway - abk1973

Know That Your Place Is With Me - titania522

Pretending That She Don’t Care - Bleedtoloveher

Refuge - Dustwriter

The Bride Swap - titania522

The Long Walk Home - peski0piksi

The Match Game - MTK4FUN

The Trouble With Betrothals - IzzySamson

Til the Rain Comes - lollerballer

Truth With Consequence - jlalafics

Twelve Breads to Woo Them - Alliswell

Incomplete:

The View From the Other Side - jypzrose

One-shots:

Bliss - Dustwriter

Finding Home - Dustwriter

Riptide - JLaLa

The Colors - silvercistern

Time After Time - jkebelle

We see them get together before being reaped (and the bulk of the story takes place prior to the Games):

Complete:

My First Date With Katniss Everdeen - holymfwickee

No More Owed - Enna Energe

One-shots:

The sharp knife of a short life - atetheredmind

The Volunteer - DustWriter

They get together without having been reaped:

Complete:

A Mistake - VMA1998

Alone in a Crowded Room - pompeiigraffiti, wollaston

Brokenheartsville - dracoisalooker76

Even Without the Games - mtwordsr

Hero of the Story - atetheredmind

In Another Life - AlwaysEverlark

Inevitability - Xerxia

It Happened Anyway - infinitegraces

It Takes a District - MTK4FUN

Of Dying Dreams and New Beginnings - llmarmalade

Regrets Only - c_r_roberts

Say Something - bookgirl318

Side by Side - lollercakes

The Bough Unbowed - loveleee

To the neon god they made - quothme

Incomplete:

A Midwinter Night’s Dream - MockingJayFlyingFree

A New Path - Butrfac14, Endlessnightlock *

As Long as the Dandelions Grow - bethylark

Blood From Stone - misshoneywell

Damaged, Broken, and Unhinged - FanficAllergy,  RoseFyre

Destiny in the Seam - SlytherinFromTheSeam

Endless Always - LilyMaid

Girls in White Dresses - dracoisalooker76

Heart Wood - appleblossomgirl

Just the Beginning - infinitegraces

Let Me Fly - Fanficallergy, Rosefyre

Love Without Reaping - IzzySamson

On the Threshold - ghtlovesthg

Running Dry - GreenWool

Seam Girls - AyYouFiction

the next will never come - loveleee

The Project - ronja

Thicker Than Blood - annieoakley1

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder - veronique2          

What We Do - LastLeaf

One-shots:

A Brief Madness - Everlark_Pearl

Burlap and Weeds - dandeliononfire 

Bury Hope Out of Sight - dracoisalooker76

Destiny - xerxia31 

Fortune - herainab

Golden Coins - ElectoMe

I Told it Not - passionately_curious

In Another Life - infinitegraces

Nothing Owed for a Gift - midnighteverlark

Odyssey - FanficAllergy,  RoseFyre

Payback - jefferson_davis

Slow and Steady Wins the Race - JazzyLittleMonster

The Fine Art of Giving and Receiving - ealamusings

The Volunteer - sponsormusings

there is nothing for me but to love you - salanderjade

We Could Be Good Again - passionately_curious

What the Future Holds - misshoneywell

Completed: 3/22/16

Updated: 7/26/2018

*Added 2/18/2020

Just in case anyone is looking for more canonverse New Year’s reading fodder and doesn’t mind reading pairings other than/in addition to Everlark, here’s my New Year’s content in chronological order: 

True North (young Mr. Everdeen/Mrs. Mellark, nods to young Mr. Mellark/Mrs. Everdeen)

When the Moon - Ch 11 (Everlark, Pollux/Lavinia)

Torchlight (Marko/Prim, Mr. Mellark/Mrs. Everdeen)

When the Moon - Chs 12-13 (Everlark, Pollux/Lavinia)

Six Months to Strawberry Time - Chs 1-2 (Gale/Madge, Marko/Prim, nods to Mr. Mellark/Mrs. Everdeen and Mr. Everdeen/Mrs. Mellark)

All but the first are technically set in the WtMooniverse, but that’s still canon Panem (diverging at the reaping for the 74th Games, but that hasn’t substantially shifted the culture of that world as yet). 

Thanks and Happy New Year. ♥

Hi! I’m not looking for anything specific. Could you just list some fics where Peeta and Katniss win different Games. Like, Kat wins a Game sometime before Peeta and has to mentor him or vise versa. Or Peeta wins the Games and now is dealing with the aftermath. Just anything where Kat and Peeta don’t go into the Arena together. Thank you in advance! And go ahead and take your time.

Here are some:

Your Smile is a Thin Disguise - Abagail_Snow

The miner’s wife - MockingjayFlyingFree

When the Moon Fell in Love With the Sun - Mejhiren

Come Home - peski0piksi

Keep the Blood in Your Head & And Keep Your Feet on the Ground - atetheredmind

Reaping - swishywillow

A King on a Rusty Throne - arollercoasterthatonlygoesup

I Long to Hear You - socolormecurious

Maybe It’s Just Me - bleedtoloveher

Victories With Wooden Swords - etiquettedarling

The Smallest Victor - Dustwriter

Deserving Love - freedandelion

Jagged - Annieoakley1

Slip of the Needle - averils_atonement

Cut - alatariel-gildaen

The Victor - quothme

A Small Rebellion - madefrommemories

Amortize -orphan_account

A Thousand Silhouettes Dancing on My Chest - ThisFragileGame

Brokenness - chele20035

Absolution - SFCBruce

Ruse - purple_cube

and at once I knew I was not magnificent - atetheredmind

Bound - annieoakley1

The Feint - atetheredmind

Portrait of a Victor - sponsormusings

Saving the Boy - Embracing_Immensity

Stacked Odds - sponsormusings

How the Hunger Games Should Have Been - Chocolicius

Samson and Delilah - Missi Marie

One Victor - javisTG

Swingsets - lollercakes 

Things Lost in the Fire - trinityjoy

Moments To Live In  - EverlarkAlways08  

Andddd here’s a part two to the Snarky-Sassy Peeta comb through I did. I definitely missed some but this is what I came up with from Catching Fire and Mockingjay! I’ll admit, Mockingjay Peeta crossed the line between snarky and mean but 🤷🏼‍♀️. I felt it deserved a spot anyways. Also if no one else ever noticed, Snarky-Sassy Peeta was apparently in hibernation in Catching Fire.

I remember the shock of hearing Peeta confess his love for me in front of all of Panem. Haymitch had known about that and not told me. “I think I broke a few things myself after that interview.”

“Just an urn.”

-

“Peeta, if I asked you to run away from the district with me, would you?”

Peeta takes my arm, bringing me to a stop. He doesn’t need to check my face to see if I’m serious. “Depends on why you’re asking.”

“President Snow wasn’t convinced by me. There’s an uprising in District Eight. We have to get out,” I say.

“By ‘we’ do you mean just you and me? No. Who else would be going?” he asks.

“My family. Yours, if they want to come. Haymitch, maybe,” I say.

“What about Gale?” he says.

“I don’t know. He might have other plans,” I say.

Peeta shakes his head and gives me a rueful smile. “I bet he does. Sure, Katniss, I’ll go.”

I feel a slight twinge of hope. “You will?”

“Yeah. But I don’t think for a minute you will.”

-

I go into the study, a room I’ve pretty much avoided since my meeting with President Snow, and dial Peeta’s number. After a few rings he answers.

“Hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home,” I say.

“Katniss, I live three houses away from you.”

-

Peeta comes to the table and opens the candy bag. “Ooh, peppermints,” he says, popping one in his mouth.

“They’re mine.” I take a swipe for the bag. He tosses it to Haymitch, who stuffs a fistful of sweets in his mouth before passing the bag to a giggling Prim. “None of you deserves candy!” I say.

“What, because we’re right?” Peeta wraps his arms around me.

-

“What?” I sputter indignantly. It would be more convincing if I weren’t still so hungover. “Last night’s the only time I’ve ever even been drunk.”

“Yeah, and look at the shape you’re in,” says Peeta.

-

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says.

Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.”

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?”

“I’ll allow it,” I say.

-

“Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.

His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine. “Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.”

I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.

“Must be a lot stronger than the one on the Training Center roof,” he says. “I’m all right, though. Just a little shaken.”

“You were dead! Your heart stopped!” I burst out, before really considering if this is a good idea. I clap my hand over my mouth because I’m starting to make those awful choking sounds that happen when I sob.

“Well, it seems to be working now.”

-

Johanna keeps watch while Finnick, Peeta, and I clean and lay out the seafood. Peeta’s just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. “Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. “You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls,” he says earnestly to Finnick.

“No, it doesn’t,” says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that’s how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

-

“We can’t fight one another, Caesar,” Peeta explains. “There won’t be enough of us left to keep going. If everybody doesn’t lay down their weapons — and I mean, as in very soon — it’s all over, anyway.”

“So . . . you’re calling for a cease-fire?” Caesar asks.

“Yes. I’m calling for a cease-fire,” says Peeta tiredly. “Now why don’t we ask the guards to take me back to my quarters so I can build another hundred card houses?”

-

“Hey,” he responds. It’s like his voice, almost his voice, except there’s something new in it. An edge of suspicion and reproach.

“Haymitch said you wanted to talk to me,” I say.

“Look at you, for starters.” It’s like he’s waiting for me to transform into a hybrid drooling wolf right before his eyes. He stares so long I find myself casting furtive glances at the one- way glass, hoping for some direction from Haymitch, but my earpiece stays silent. “You’re not very big, are you? Or particularly pretty?”

I know he’s been through hell and back, and yet somehow the observation rubs me the wrong way. “Well, you’ve looked better.”

Haymitch’s advice to back off gets muffled by Peeta’s laughter. “And not even remotely nice. To say that to me after all I’ve been through.”

-

“And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?” he asks.

“No. It wasn’t okay with either of you. But I wasn’t asking your permission,” I tell him.

Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. “Well, you’re a piece of work, aren’t you?”

-

Peeta makes a little gesture with his spoon, connecting Gale and me. “So, are you two officially a couple now, or are they still dragging out the star-crossed lover thing?”

“Still dragging,” says Johanna.

Spasms cause Peeta’s hands to tighten into fists, then splay out in a bizarre fashion. Is it all he can do to keep them from my neck? I can feel the tension in Gale’s muscles next to me, fear an altercation. But Gale simply says, “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself.”

“What’s that?” asks Peeta.

“You,” Gale answers.

“You’ll have to be a little more specific,” says Peeta.

-

The following evening, the newest member of our squad arrives. With no manacles. No guards. Strolling out of the train station with his gun swinging from the strap over his shoulder. There’s shock, confusion, resistance, but 451 is stamped on the back of Peeta’s hand in fresh ink. Boggs relieves him of his weapon and goes to make a call.

“It won’t matter,” Peeta tells the rest of us. “The president assigned me herself. She decided the propos needed some heating up.”

-

Instead, he sits with his bag pulled up to his chest, clumsily trying to make knots in a short length of rope. I know it well. It’s the one Finnick lent me that night in the bunker. Seeing it in his hands, it’s like Finnick’s echoing what Haymitch just said, that I’ve cast off Peeta. Now might be a good time to begin to remedy that. If I could think of something to say. But I can’t. So I don’t. I just let the sounds of soldiers’ breathing fill the night.

After about an hour, Peeta speaks up. “These last couple of years must have been exhausting for you. Trying to decide whether to kill me or not. Back and forth. Back and forth.”

-

While Cressida and Pollux make fur nests for each of us, I attend to Peeta’s wrists. Gently rinsing away the blood, putting on an antiseptic, and bandaging them beneath the cuffs. “You’ve got to keep them clean, otherwise the infection could spread and —”

“I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss,” says Peeta. “Even if my mother isn’t a healer.”

-

“Never underestimate the power of a brilliant stylist,” says Peeta. It’s hard to tell, but I think Tigris might actually blush under her stripes.

-

“Listen,” I say. “Don’t do anything foolish.”

“No. It’s last-resort stuff. Completely,” he says.

-