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Hi there! I've sent you an ask earlier this year but I never saw it posted, I assume it got lost somehow... So here I am trying again, hopefully this one gets through:

So one of my readers from russian part of the fandom asked me to help her find two fic she read a few years ago on some eng site (AO3, fanfiction or something else, she didn't specify).

First one is a no games AU. Katniss struggles to survive in 12 and Peeta sees her by a dumpster where she's trying to find some food. He helps her but she cannot accept it as a favour so she has sex with him to make them even. After that she gets pregnant and Peeta immediately supports her, they move to some house together, get married and have the baby, HEA.

The second one is set in our world in 50-ies USA. Peeta and Katniss are dating and she also gets pregnant. Peeta is ready to marry her, but his mother isn't happy with it so she's trying to intervene by somehow blocking the money he was trying to use to rent a house for them. Eventually Haymitch helps them out by allowing them to occupy a house that he owns. Gale and Johanna are in this story as a couple, Annie and Finnick are also there, all of them are friends with each other. The story follows Katniss and Peeta as they have their first child, a girl, and a few years later they have a boy as well. Their friends also have kids.

Those are the details that she could remember. She also mentioned that she read the fics 3-4 years ago and both of them were finished at the time.

Thanks for any hint! And thank you for all the work that you do for the fandom, your masterlist is very helpful, I found so many great stories through it!

Hi, @whosnows

Unfortunately we are unsure what the first story you're looking for is, but we'll publish the ask, and maybe our followers will be able to identify it for you.

The second story sounds a lot like "Always a Blessing" by IzzySamson.

Enjoy!

:)

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@triassictriserratops you MAY!!!!!!!!!!! they made cookies

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The Crush (Everlark Fanfic) - now complete!

Chapter 7 now up!

Thank you to everyone who has followed this story!

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check out this outtake from Arranged - i wrote it like before they even got to the capitol and then it didn't fit:

I bit hard on the knuckles of my left hand, trying to keep quiet even as my eyes rolled back. Ever since the bedroom door closed behind us last night, Peeta had made it his personal mission to drown between my legs. Not that I was complaining, but I didn’t want to be known as the only girl in Hunger Games history who spent the last few days of her life screaming to the four winds as her husband thoroughly ate her out.

There was a knock on the door and I hastily shoved Peeta away from me, pulling the blanket up to cover my bare chest. Peeta, with the least grace possible, jumped over to his side of the bed, barely covering himself when the door opened.

“Uh,” Effie looked embarrassed. I assumed that the mere sight of us was explanation enough of what we’d been doing. Peeta made it worse by wiping his wet chin against his bare shoulder. “Breakfast starts in thirty minutes.” She announced and promptly left the room.

“Well,” Peeta broke the silence. “We tried.”

I groaned to cover up the fact that I was laughing and crawled out of bed. “Come on, I’m starving.”

Peeta laid back with his hands behind his head. He waggled his eyebrows as he watched me get dressed. “I’m not, just ate.”

I picked up a discarded shoe and tossed it at him with a laugh, “ugh, get out of here.”

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Finally, someone’s asking the hard questions! 😂

Of all the unknowns in the story, the one that really plagues me is Peeta's eyebrow situation. Do they grow back? Are the follicles permanently damaged?

Why couldn't Suzanne include a line confirming it. Just one little tidbit. Something like

"Peeta and I grow back together (and so do his eyebrows)."

or

"The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes and eyebrows that look just like his father's do right now, currently, because they grew back,"

or

"Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. And fully grown eyebrows."

Instead I will be intermittently assaulted by intrusive thoughts/images of an eyebrowless Peeta for the rest of my life. I hope Suzanne knows what she's done

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The Crush: Spiderman x Everlark - Chapter 7 Sneak Peek

Summary: Mild-mannered student by day, famed thief-turned-hero the Black Cat by night, Katniss Everdeen is juggling taking care of her sister and protecting New York City all while not trying to fail Criminology 101. If that weren’t complicated enough, she’s got a crush on two guys - Spiderman, and the cute nerd she sits next to her in class. What’s a girl to do?  

Unbeta’d.

Rated Teen

Tagging some wonderful readers in case they want to take a sneak peek at the last Chapter, which will be posted by Tuesday, April 23! Thank you all SO MUCH for reading <3

@iamareader-01-blog @purpleblueberries @daydreamsandcaffeine @honeylime08

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The next week is absolutely miserable. I’ve been subsisting on a diet of ramen, ice cream, and reality TV. I tried to shake off my mood by polishing all of the diamonds in my vault, but I barely got halfway through before I gave up. My heart just wasn’t in it.  

The only time I see Peeta all week is during Criminology 101, a few days after the break-up. He sits as far as humanly possible away from me in the cavernous lecture hall, his shoulders slumped, as he mindlessly taps a pencil on the desk. I keep my eyes averted, but when I do summon the courage to look, he’s staring out the window.

I faithfully continue patrolling every night, hoping flirting with Spidey will do me some good. After all, now that Peeta and I are over, I can flirt with Spidey totally guilt-free.

Which would be great, except I can’t find him.

Spider-Man isn’t patrolling by his favorite pizza shop in Midtown, or hanging upside down from the Brooklyn Bridge. He isn’t on top of the Empire State Building, which I had to check by taking the elevator while in costume with some very confused tourists.

Spidey’s never disappeared like this. Sure, we don’t patrol every night, but this is completely new, and worrying. What if he’s in trouble?

I double my efforts, searching the city, and even calling Poison Ivy to see if her underground network has any leads, but there’s nothing. No chatter about his whereabouts, no sightings posted on the message boards. So a week passes, and I’m very close to freaking out and calling hospitals and morgues, when one day I’m prowling the top of the Flatiron building and Spidey lands softly beside me, cool as a cucumber.

“Hey Cat.”

“What the hell!” I try to punch him in the shoulder, but he dodges. Damn those Spidey reflexes. “Where have you been?”

“Around.”

“Oh, come on. You left me!”

He sighs. “It’s been a shitty week.”

“Yeah? You and me, both. It would’ve been better if I’d at least known where you were! I thought you were dead in a gutter somewhere!”

“Aw, I had no idea you cared about me so much,” he says, but there’s nothing flirtatious or playful about his tone.

I narrow my eyes. 

“Go AWOL like that again and I’m going straight back to Tiffany’s, the hero life be damned-”

“I needed space from you, OK?” he exclaims. “I’m allowed to be upset!“

I’m so confused that I don’t even know what to say. I card my fingers through the platinum strands of my wig. I’m running through various theories such as Spider-Man has been abducted and replaced with an alternate dimension Spider-Man, or maybe he’s just lost his mind in general, but before I can figure it out, Spidey has tackled me to the floor.

“Stay down,” he says, but it’s too late. There’s a metallic whirring sound above us, way too close, and I realize why Spidey knocked me to the roof. We both attempt to scramble out of the way, but sharp metal talons seize me around the ribs, gripping so tightly I’m fighting to breathe.

“Well, well, well,” says the Vulture.

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#reblog #fanfiction #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #the crush

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The Crush: Spiderman x Everlark - Chapter 7 Sneak Peek

Summary: Mild-mannered student by day, famed thief-turned-hero the Black Cat by night, Katniss Everdeen is juggling taking care of her sister and protecting New York City all while not trying to fail Criminology 101. If that weren’t complicated enough, she’s got a crush on two guys - Spiderman, and the cute nerd she sits next to her in class. What’s a girl to do?  

Unbeta’d.

Rated Teen

Tagging some wonderful readers in case they want to take a sneak peek at the last Chapter, which will be posted by Tuesday, April 23! Thank you all SO MUCH for reading <3

@iamareader-01-blog @purpleblueberries @daydreamsandcaffeine @honeylime08

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The next week is absolutely miserable. I’ve been subsisting on a diet of ramen, ice cream, and reality TV. I tried to shake off my mood by polishing all of the diamonds in my vault, but I barely got halfway through before I gave up. My heart just wasn’t in it.  

The only time I see Peeta all week is during Criminology 101, a few days after the break-up. He sits as far as humanly possible away from me in the cavernous lecture hall, his shoulders slumped, as he mindlessly taps a pencil on the desk. I keep my eyes averted, but when I do summon the courage to look, he’s staring out the window.

I faithfully continue patrolling every night, hoping flirting with Spidey will do me some good. After all, now that Peeta and I are over, I can flirt with Spidey totally guilt-free.

Which would be great, except I can’t find him.

Spider-Man isn’t patrolling by his favorite pizza shop in Midtown, or hanging upside down from the Brooklyn Bridge. He isn’t on top of the Empire State Building, which I had to check by taking the elevator while in costume with some very confused tourists.

Spidey’s never disappeared like this. Sure, we don’t patrol every night, but this is completely new, and worrying. What if he’s in trouble?

I double my efforts, searching the city, and even calling Poison Ivy to see if her underground network has any leads, but there’s nothing. No chatter about his whereabouts, no sightings posted on the message boards. So a week passes, and I’m very close to freaking out and calling hospitals and morgues, when one day I’m prowling the top of the Flatiron building and Spidey lands softly beside me, cool as a cucumber.

“Hey Cat.”

“What the hell!” I try to punch him in the shoulder, but he dodges. Damn those Spidey reflexes. “Where have you been?”

“Around.”

“Oh, come on. You left me!”

He sighs. “It’s been a shitty week.”

“Yeah? You and me, both. It would’ve been better if I’d at least known where you were! I thought you were dead in a gutter somewhere!”

“Aw, I had no idea you cared about me so much,” he says, but there’s nothing flirtatious or playful about his tone.

I narrow my eyes. 

“Go AWOL like that again and I’m going straight back to Tiffany’s, the hero life be damned-”

“I needed space from you, OK?” he exclaims. “I’m allowed to be upset!“

I’m so confused that I don’t even know what to say. I card my fingers through the platinum strands of my wig. I’m running through various theories such as Spider-Man has been abducted and replaced with an alternate dimension Spider-Man, or maybe he’s just lost his mind in general, but before I can figure it out, Spidey has tackled me to the floor.

“Stay down,” he says, but it’s too late. There’s a metallic whirring sound above us, way too close, and I realize why Spidey knocked me to the roof. We both attempt to scramble out of the way, but sharp metal talons seize me around the ribs, gripping so tightly I’m fighting to breathe.

“Well, well, well,” says the Vulture.

kpkpkp

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And if you don't love me now you will never love me again

I can still hear you sayin' you would never break the chain

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oh em GEE this Peeta is adorable!!

I forgot to post these

#fanart #wow #i love these #katniss #Peeta #catching fire

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Will You Marry Me?

Here's the second part of this regencylark a/u. This is older and a different tense, lol, but you'll have that.

At the unlatching of the door, my eyes fly open, and I am immediately aware of two things: it is morning, and Lord Peeta is still in my room, as evidenced by the substantial weight and light snore coming from the other side of the bed.

“Oh, I am sorry,” says Delly, the maid assigned for my stay at my cousin’s home because my faithful Madge could not make the journey due to a sister’s illness exclaims. 

Delly is young and seems relatively inexperienced in matters of finding unmarried ladies in bed with known rakes. I’m afraid I’ve given her a great surprise, for she twitters like a little bird in the doorway of the room, searching for the words to say. “I didn’t mean to disturb her ladyship.”

“Maybe you should return later, Delly,” I manage to get out as I pull the bedsheets and coverlet up to cover both Peeta’s and my naked bodies. Much as I might wish, there aren’t nearly enough to hide my transgressions from the maid’s eyes.

“Yes, your ladyship. Certainly.”

“One more thing,” I ask because I’m beginning to fret a great deal. What has my impetuous decision from last night cost me? 

“Is the rest of the household up yet?”

Delly bites her lip. I have the distinct feeling she does not want to answer because she knows I will not like the truth.

I force myself to smile at her.

“Some are up, yes, your ladyship,” Delly says. “I believe both your mother and Lady Annie have had their trays, and most of the gentlemen are having breakfast as well.”

So there is very little chance of Peeta leaving now without getting caught.

I sigh. “Thank you, Delly. You may return in a half-hour to assist me.”

I catch Delly’s smothered giggles carrying into my room while she tugs the heavy mahogany door shut upon her exit.

Irritation sweeps through me. If Delly knows I had a man in my bed last night, the entire household will be aware of my indiscretions in half an hour, tops; they are not my servants, so they are in no way loyal to me. I shall not be able to keep this a secret, no matter how necessary it will be.

And of course, my mother and father are here for this house party as well. Drat.

“Bollocks!” I swear once the door’s shut. 

A lady should not say such things, but on a morning like this, where I’ve been found in a situation that will significantly compromise my character, a small slip of the tongue seems warranted. 

“Peeta, wake up!” I say to my companion, shoving his heavy arm in frustration. I choose to ignore the little zing that darts up my hand at the contact.

“Hmm, what is it darling,” Peeta murmurs, eyes still shut like he can’t be bothered to open them. 

“It’s morning, darling,” I say, “and we’re in a spot of trouble.”

Sarcasm is more than evident in my words, but it doesn’t seem to phase him. Instead, Peeta lazily opens his eyes and peers up at me, the blue startling against the white sheets. 

I force myself not to let my eyes wander down the expanse of naked skin peeking out of the covers, just a taste of what lies beneath. 

My body aches this morning in a thorough, satisfying way. I’d no idea being made love to would be so exquisite; the experience had not been a painful one as I’d heard the rumors say losing one’s maidenhead could be. 

It was beautiful.

Beautiful? How could I describe anything involving Lord Peeta as beautiful? I despise him.

Heat creeps up my chest and blossoms through my neck and up to my face while Peeta looks over me contentedly, like a cat who’s just given a bowl of cream. 

Well, I suppose he is not so bad, I decide. He has at least one redeeming quality, it seems. 

Despite my lack of experience in such matters, Peeta was quite a generous lover. Very skillful and gentle. So long as he keeps his mouth shut, I feel he and I could get along splendidly.

Peeta sits up finally, stretching his legs beneath the covers and matching my position on the mattress. I look away when the blanket falls around his hips, leaving his well-formed upper half uncovered. 

I’m afraid I will be quite distracted with thoughts of last night if I keep my eyes on him. 

“I was supposed to go before morning, wasn’t I?” Peeta asks quietly. 

“Yes,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

Peeta ruffles his hair. “Have we been discovered?” 

This time I nod in the affirmative. Such an indescribable mix of emotions is warring in my chest that I cannot speak. I’m finding it quite hard to breathe as the enormity of what I have done settles over me. 

Peeta lets out a great sigh, and I glance his way again. 

“I suppose we’ll have to marry then,” he says, turning towards me.

“What?” 

Is her serious? He despises me.

“You hate me,” I say.

Peeta gets a strange look on his face. “I don’t hate you even a little, Katniss. Quite the opposite. But the question is- do you think so little of me, do you hate me?” he laughs at himself. “Wait, perhaps I don’t want you to answer that; one way or the other, I think we shall have to marry, or society will be through with us.”

“Peeta.”

“I prefer to pretend that you like me a little bit longer, I think.”

I’m surprised by his admissions, so much so that I find myself answering him truthfully. “As much as I thought I disliked you greatly, I now realize that’s not true. You infuriate me, and I don’t agree with many of the things you do, but I don’t hate you either. I enjoy discussing things with you; I enjoy laughing with you,” because last night there had been laughter as well as passion, “and I find that I quite like your company.”

“Do you think you could marry me then?” Peeta asks, tone utterly devoid of the self-preservation worn like a cloak around me for years. 

I realized the man in bed with me last night and here, right now, was the real Peeta, not the snarling, quarrelsome version of him I was mostly used to encountering.

I nod. “I think that I could. We will fight as cats and dogs do, but we can figure that out later.”

“Will you marry me, then, lady Katniss?”

“Yes,” I say. 

I burst out laughing when Peeta lunges across the bed at me. He rolls us over until I am flat on my back, and he’s hovering over me, smiling in a way that makes my heart hurt a little- but not with pain- with happiness.

Oddly enough, this feels right.

“I will marry you.”

#regency au #everlark fanfiction #endlessnightlock writes

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Target. Enemy. Mutt.

Been meaning for a while to draw up something weird …

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I can't believe it's been almost a year to the date since I published my first fanfic since returning to the fandom after a long slumber. I honestly thought I was leaving the Hunger Games behind for good in 2019 when I stopped reading fanfiction regularly. I'm glad I haven't. I love the feeling of creating and joking around with all of you! Here's a link to that first fanfic, just for nostalgia:

Interviews - CassandraO - Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins [Archive of Our Own]