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Thought you might be interested to hear that, in the readings I'm currently doing for my PhD, 'A Season for Setting Fires' (as well as a number of other prominent DHr works) is referenced and cited in one of the articles as an example of a work that expounds on canon trauma in a fandom space. You're semi famous in niche academic settings :)
ally. a l l y. i...what? lol i truly do not know how to process this. what a thing. what a world. how in the...w o w. this is deeply fascinating to learn and also incredibly surreal. brb gotta go stare into the middle distance for 3-5 business days.
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Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (7)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 /
Created: September 13th, 2023
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Squeaky Clean-SoThere (AO3)
Summary: Katniss experiences confusing new feelings when she helps her injured best friend. Modern AU inspired by the Everlark Drabble Challenge prompt from anais117: Katniss or Peeta recovering from surgery and the other helping them bathe.
Taste of the Toasting Cake-ally147writes (Tumblr)
Summary: In-Panem, no-games AU. Gadge toasting with a supportive Katniss in attendance who talks with Peeta about his previous misunderstandings about her relationship with Gale.
The Ashes-papofglencoe (AO3)
Summary: Peeta returns to Katniss in District 12 following his release from the Capitol. Canon-compliant. Pre-epilogue. Contains book dialogue.
The Awkward In-Between-LilyMaid (AO3)
Summary: Days after winning the 74th Hunger Games Katniss recognized her life was changing, not just her home. She was already mourning for that old life, when things were difficult, yet so simple. With a tightening in her chest and a fear she didn't understand, she wondered what would be left. Cannon Divergent AU- pre Catching Fire
The Ballad of Snares and Arrows-monabus (AO3)
Summary: "At the end of the day, it’s no different. Hunting is hunting, regardless of what’s at the receiving end of Katniss’ arrow. All that matters is surviving, staying alive. No matter the cost. If I were in the Hunger Games, I would stop at nothing to make it out alive." What was going on in Gale’s mind during the 74th Hunger Games? What exactly did the audience back in District Twelve see on their screens? A chance to explore the moments of the Games that Katniss never saw — all through Gale’s eyes.
The First Year-thinkinthankin (AO3)
Summary: The first year back in Twelve, an extension of the last chapter of Mockingjay. Picks up from "Peeta, bearing a warm loaf of bread, shows up with Greasy Sae. She makes us breakfast and I feed all my bacon to Buttercup." A year of Katniss and Peeta making do, breaking down, and "growing back together." Working on the book. Baking. Hunting. "Real." Sitting around the fire with Haymitch. A birthday, a toasting. "Strange bits of happiness."
The Fruit Stand-Mollywog (AO3)
Summary: The stand was unremarkable in itself, except for the woman behind the antique register. She had been singing when they approached the tent but had stopped upon noticing them. It was a song Peeta couldn’t identify but left him feeling nostalgic for things he’d never experienced; at least not in this lifetime.
The Hunger Games from Peeta's POV-thismustbeagoodidea (AO3)
Summary: “I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…won’t help in my case.” I want to go back to the charming lies. I planned for this, so why does it feel like something in my gut is rotting? “Why ever not?” Caesar asks. I drag in a deep breath. All that strategizing over how to win the most sympathy, and now I feel like I’ve lost control of my face. My mask is slipping, my cheeks growing hot. There are so many eyes on me, all of them hungry. I meet Haymitch’s gaze in the crowd. His hard expression isn’t exactly comforting, but at least he isn’t enjoying this the way everyone else is. I feel my mouth open as though pulled with a string. “Because…because…she came here with me.”
The List-orphan_account (AO3)
Summary: "The list that Dr. Aurelius and I had made together was burning a hole in my pocket. A list of triggers. A list of things I should avoid." Peeta comes home after the war.
The Lost Girl-Mollywog (AO3)
Summary: Finnick had received a letter from Lord Abernathy before the start of the season alerting him of his niece's debut. He had more accurately instructed him to “watch out” for her. Finnick still wasn’t sure whether it was meant as a request or a caution. At present it felt more like a warning. How Finnick and Katniss became unlikely allies.
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The WIP Name Game
Tagged by the amazing @ally147writes, even though I write at a glacial pace. I guess these count as WIPs? Who knows? I certainly don't.
Will I finish any of these? I hope so or the shame will follow me for years :).
Some of these things have titles and others don't because I obsess a bit too much about having the Perfect Title.
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!
Adrift
Incandescence
Pinholes, Lithographs, Film
Heterochromia (subject to change)
A Shrine to Our Longevity
Rhodonea (subject to change)
untitled Sesskag mystery longfic
untitled Dramione post-war AU, non-European magic
There are probably others buried in other text documents, but these are the ones with already substantial word counts. (Of a sort?)
Tagging @nuri148 @chaosisbeauty23 @onwriting-hrarby @helena-thessaloniki or if you'd just like to try it, please consider yourself tagged. I'm so bad at this. I'm sorry.
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YES! It's official! The rivamika week announcement is here! Join us in the telegram group and participate in the event so you don't miss anything and nothing new!
Although it was just a joke, we officially decided to make this event come out and shake up our fandom for good! It will start on November 3rd and will end on December 3rd!
Things are not 100% set yet, as we want to hear ideas and have participation from you in the telegram group! Please participate!
Little by little we will be bringing more information from both official profiles.
Join us to make rivamika week 2022!!!
Please be sure to share this post to reach more people!!!
@onigiri-dorkk @ally147writes @warbarbie @bebellabutterfly @let-all-bleed-and-burn @blogfamousturtlecollector @gojosbloglol @rivamikaworld2 @chrissythisissforyou @ash-aot
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thank you for the tag @lovelybeautifulpretty! oh boy do i love me a good uquiz and this one delivered! And it seems we are of like mind when it comes to love (not surprising at all tho 😁)
Upon reflection this result really resonated with me...I'm somewhat guarded with my true feelings/thoughts out of pragmatism, but also try to get more context before i form an honest opinion. I find that people, friends and colleagues, tend to seek me out for advice because they'll know itll be honest and in confidence. And man, do i love me a nice hike deep in nature full of green and that i can only hope i myself can grow in perpetuity.
this is a good one folks but no pressure! tagging @chaosisbeauty23 @warbarbie @magicalanchordestiny @nuri148 @writebecauseyoucannotbreathe @your-lavender-dreams @onigiri-dorkk @ally147writes @helena-thessaloniki @kuruus @levi4mikasa @drinkinmartini
#but uncannily...this struck a chord because the next chapter in my romance fic is titled “Secret Garden” 🤯#<3 <3 <3#tag game
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Welp. Sharing my Top Ten Favorite Films is probably giving more identifying information about my irl self than if I posted my last name, birthday, and mailing address, but here you have it. 🥰 Nominated by my dear friend @a-slut-for-smut 🖤
After careful thought and consideration, these are indeed ranked in order. heh
Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
“So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?”
Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas
One day, I will write the essay that nobody asked for about this one. A real study into fate, destiny, and the role of our own personal choices. Brilliant storytelling: I’m endlessly inspired by what happens in the beginning coming full circle for the surprise twist at the end. Especially with how it’s seamlessly interwoven with the anti-hero’s redemption arc and sacrifice. Of course, there’s also a compelling female villain (Eros, Goddess of Chaos) and a strong, feminine female lead-- y’know, grit and grace-- with real autonomy and agency (Marina). Even the “handsome prince” is not a stereotype, but a deconstruction of toxic masculinity. The bromance and charming ensemble cast. The gorgeous scenery. Oh, how I could go on and on.
Rogue One
“What chance do we have? The question is ‘what choice.’ Run, hide, plead for mercy, scatter your forces: you give way to an enemy this evil with this much power and you condemn the galaxy to an eternity of submission. The time to fight is now!”
Be still my heart. The chosen family vibes of six truly unique characters, all so vulnerable, determined and brave in their own ways, learning to trust and lean on each other, risking it all to save the galaxy... For me, this further revolutionized storytelling from the singular hero who saves the day to the everyday people who do. And, you can really see why this was one of the most expensive films to make of all time. It’s breathtakingly beautiful. Lastly, I know SW is inundating everything now, but I’m sorry not sorry, let’s keep being anti-Imperialist, anti-fascist, yeah?
“Rebellions are built on hope.”
Troy
“We men are wretched things.”
Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
“A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day!”
Stand by Me
“Wish the hell I was your dad! You wouldn't be goin' around talkin' about takin' these stupid shop courses if I was. It's like God gave you something, man, all those stories you can make up. And He said, ‘This is what we got for ya, kid. Try not to lose it.’ Kids lose everything unless there's someone there to look out for them. And if your parents are too fucked up to do it, then maybe I should.”
Brother Bear
Little Women (2019)
“I can't get over my disappointment at being a girl.”
Dune (2021)
I’m not sure if Dune will hold up as the years go on, but I went back to see it in theatres four times and I wish desperately to see it again for the first time. They don’t make many (big blockbuster) movies this grave and grandiose anymore. The music, visuals, and somber tone was unlike anything I’ve seen in a long, long time.
Constantine
“I guess God has a plan for all of us.”
“God's a kid with an ant farm, lady. He's not planning anything.”
Honorable mentions to Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, The Italian Job, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Mad Max: Fury Road, Inception, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, and my ultimate guilty pleasure, Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Nominating @warbarbie @stalactice @known-as-naya @levi4mikasa @infinitelystrangemachinex @queenofangts @quinnxra @onigiri-dorkk @ally147writes & whomever wants to reflect and share with this fun 🥰
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WIP Name Game
Thank you to the wonderful @therentyoupay who tagged me!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!
The LIST:
- antihistamine
- home
- home; outline, notes, and summary
- crescendo
- paucity
- valley of the charmed
- Albatross
- comma;
- sensible shoes
- just a little (will you love me?)
- for better or worse (your hands changed the shape pf my universe)
- comfort rituals
- blue night
- Frivolity
- If (all the snowflakes...)
- Songbird
- a lovely kind of despair
- darling [let's blow this popsicle stand]
- kingdom come
- like a crack in my spine
- Marvelous Things
- something fine
- weekly advertisement
- hypocritical 1 and 2
- Naruto Love Fest drabbles
tagging (if you want to): @ally147writes, @misdemeanor1331, @seren-pen
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Happy Birthday, everybirdfellsilent!
Happy belated Birthday, @everybirdfellsilent! Apologies once again for all the mix-ups and confusion with your gift! I hope you had a truly wonderful day back when it actually was your birthday, and that it was much more orderly than this! To bring the party feels back, @ally147writes has emerged from everlark retirement to write a birthday gift just for you!
AN: Let me tell you, @everybirdfellsilent, I agonised over the ending. This was the neatest and tidiest I could make it without writing you a novel. I hope it makes you chuckle a little.
Also a good time to let the audience know that I cannot write horror, or ghost stories, but dang it, I can write borderline crack, and I wanted to write Buzzfeed Unsolved-inspired ghosthunter!everlark so damn much.
Unbeta’d, because that’s how I roll.
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The old Undersee mansion doesn’t look haunted.
Not that that really means anything. Most of the houses they’ve visited over the years haven’t looked haunted. They’ve been completely normal — except for that one in District Ten that had some kind of summoning circle in the basement (Peeta will die hoping it was drawn with red paint, a super weird kid’s project, but he’s got a feeling he’ll be dying disappointed. And extremely terrified) — with completely normal gardens in completely normal streets.
So, no. Like most, the old Undersee mansion doesn’t look haunted, but it definitely feels haunted.
Peeta pauses at the bottom of the winding path. At its end, atop a small hill, the innocuous house sits empty, Madge and her family out for the next few nights while he and Katniss investigate. It’s as normal looking as any of the other exorbitantly large mansions on the street, but the longer Peeta stares down the deceptively cheerful, sunshine-yellow door, a deep, intense foreboding settles in his gut and ferments there.
He swallows. “Uh, Kat?”
Katniss sighs and stops at the first step to the porch, and Peeta swears he can hear her eyes rolling. Hard. “What is it, Peeta?”
“I just… I got a real bad feeling about this one.”
“Peeta,” she starts, mounting the first step, “you’ve had real bad feelings about all of them so far. And you’ve been wrong every time.”
“No,” he replies quickly, following behind in the relative safety of her shadow. “You’ve just chosen to deny whatever proof we do find.”
“A battery running out in our flashlight does not mean ghosts were playing with it.”
“It ran out at the exact moment I told the spirits to turn it off!”
“I don’t know how else to tell you that was a coincidence. The flashlight had been on for a good two hours by that point.”
“A little convenient, don’t you think? Come on, Katniss. Plus, it turned right back on again when we were done, so the battery can’t have been that damn flat.”
“I can’t understand why you’re so eager for this all to be the work of ghosts when it scares you shitless every single time.”
“What about the time the spirit box said your name?”
“Peeta,” she says with a strained laugh. “It said, Can’t Miss. As in, the District 12 Mockingjays Can’t Miss. It was a snippet of a goddamn basketball ad. It’s on the radio all the time on game days.”
“Yeah, and the spirit box allows ghosts to use radio waves to communicate. Of course it wasn’t going to find Katniss — who the hell’s advertising katniss? — so it picked the next best thing.”
“I’ll just sit here and wait for them to use a snippet of a pita bread company ad to talk to you, then.”
He glares at the back of her head. “I’m sure they would, if there was a pita factory nearby that advertised.”
She rolls her eyes. “Come on, Peeta. Let’s go find you a ghost.” She lifts a camera to her eyes and kicks the heavy mahogany door open and flicks on the gently swinging chandelier light.
“Ghosts, spirits, urban legends and other assorted demonic entities, how are we all this evening?”
“Katniss,” he hisses as he closes the door. “Some respect, maybe?”
“What part was disrespectful? I covered, well, maybe not the full the spectrum of possible occupants, but definitely most of them, and asked how they were. Honestly if they’re not going to reply, they’re the disrespectful ones, not me.”
The light flickers out. Katniss snorts. Peeta lets out a squeak he’s not proud of.
“She doesn’t mean it,” Peeta calls frantically. “For the love of God, she doesn’t mean it. I’m sure you’re all lovely and polite.”
The light flickers weakly and comes back on. The chandelier fitting swings like a pendulum, casting stretching and receding shadows over the white-sheet covered lounges and a thick, dark coffee table.
“What the hell do you call that, Katniss?”
“Shoddy wiring?” She shrugs. “Peeta, this house is about a century old. Probably more, actually.”
“Madge said it was renovated and rewired two years ago.”
She shrugs again. “Rats? Raccoons, maybe? That would explain the supposedly unexplainable shuffling sounds Madge thinks she hears.”
Now he rolls his eyes. “Why am I married to you, again?”
“Because divorce is costly and time consuming,” she says, kissing his cheek. “Besides, my logic goes well with your fatalistic romanticism.”
“None of that’s going to matter when this house goes all Poltergeist and swallows us.”
“Then what a good thing it is that that’s never going to happen.” She plonks herself down on one of the lounges and sets a pair of small motion-sensing cameras pointing at each entrance. Peeta swallows and hitches a thumb towards the kitchen.
“I’m… uh, gonna look around for a bit.”
“All right,” Katniss says absently. “Scream if you need me.”
“Will do.”
That dread in his stomach recedes and grows with each room he enters. He doesn’t feel anything wrong with the kitchen, or the dining room, but as he ventures up the staircase to the bedrooms, he swears he can feel something weighty on his shoulders.
A sound like a dry, rattling whisper like nails on paper echoes through the long hall leading to the attic entrance. Peeta gulps. “Hello?” He thumbs open the recording app on his phone and turns it on. “Is anyone there?”
The whispering sound grows. It doesn’t sound like words, exactly. At least, not words that he knows. They race up and along his spine until it sounds like they’re shouting in his ear.
Peeta squeaks, jumps about a foot in the air, and something skitters past, too fast to see. A wave of cold washes over him, settling in icicles on his bones, and for a moment he stands stock still, not even breathing…
Another whisper, one that sounds very, unnervingly close to hello, and he sprints back down the stairs to the living room, triggering the motion sensors into a high-pitched beeping sound.
Katniss bolts upright. “What the hell is going on?”
“Kat, were you… God, were you sleeping?” he asks, aghast.
“What? It’s boring down here.” She blinks blearily up at him. “Are you okay?”
“There… there’s something up there.”
“Something as in actually something? Or something like your imagination run wild?”
“Something like… it was making the strangest whispery, scratchy noises. I thought they were words, but… and then, something just… ran right past me. I didn’t see, but it was so so fast, and I —”
“Peeta, it’s probably vermin. And the wind. And just… a bit of everything coming together to make you think it’s ghosts when it’s… just, not.”
But his hands are shaking, and his pulse is more like one long thud instead of lots of little ones. “I just… I don’t…”
She rolls her eyes. “Would it make you feel better if I went and checked? You can stay here with these stupid motion sensors; they’re only picking up bugs, anyway.”
“No. No, I’ll go with you,” he says, setting a fist against his chest like that’ll do any good against his heart’s very valiant escape attempt. “Just in case.”
“Right,” she drawls, “just in case the wind gets me.”
He follows a step behind her, through the kitchen, down the corridor, and up the stairs. He doesn’t feel quite as heavy this, time, either. She cracks open every door they pass, six unused bedrooms, three bathrooms, two studys, and a small library, all silent. They’re left with one room at the very end. As she opens the final door, the whispering starts again, and a low moan like racing wind echoes.
She steps in, and he turns on the light. The room is huge, but full. A writing desk sits in the far corner, and a neatly-made four-poster bed occupies the other corner. Beside the door, a seated vanity with a wide, oval mirror wiped free of dust. On its table, a collection of large and small hairbrushes, and an open box filled with tangled threads and needles and buttons and snippets of fabric. But none of those things holds Peeta’s focus for long.
Instead, he stares at a wide cabinet spanning nearly the whole length of the back wall, covered so densely in dolls of every conceivable material, fabric and wool, porcelain and plastic. The whispering is almost deafening, and every time Peeta turns his head to look somewhere else, he could swear the dolls are twitching, blinking, watching.
“Did, uh, Madge ever mention the doll collection?”
Katniss scowls at the dolls. “She might’ve? I don’t really remember.”
“Oh, I don’t think you would have forgotten something like this,” Peeta retorts.
“I… well, yeah, this is definitely weird, but I don’t think we can call it haunted, or otherworldly.”
“What the hell else would you call it?”
“Any number of perfectly reasonable and logical things, Peeta. Mrs. Undersee likes weird, creepy dolls; what more can you say?”
“Don’t call them weird and creepy.” He sets a finger against her lips. “I’ve read about haunted dolls. If you’re not respectful, they might curse you.”
She rolls her eyes, but nods all the same. He doesn’t take his eyes off hers as he lowers his finger and shoves his hands in his pockets.
He turns back to the dolls, and clears his throat. “Uh, we mean no harm or anything. It’s just… you’ve kind of been terrifying my friend and her parents, and we’d like you to please stop. Please.”
Katniss whispers, “You already said please.”
“Can’t hurt to say it twice.”
“Did you bring the, uh… the thing? You know, the thing that reads the waves or whatever it was?”
He shoots her a dour look. “You mean the EMF?”
“Yeah, that. Do you have it?”
“No, I don’t.” He sighs. “It would have been in the pack with the motion sensors, so it’s still downstairs.”
“Spirit box?”
“In the pack, too.”
She surveys him strangely, arms crossed over her chest. “You really didn’t come prepared, did you?”
“I was prepared! I just… didn’t think I’d be accosted in the very first hallway I went into.”
She snorts. “Yeah, well, maybe next time you’ll think —” She stops, freezes, eyes riveted on something Peeta can’t see. His heart thumps harder and louder than he’s ever felt before.
“Uh, Katniss? Is something wrong.”
“Peeta,” she says, deadpan.
“What?”
“Look over there, in the gap between the cabinet and the desk. See that?”
He does see that. He backs up so hard he’s going to have a massive bruise on his ass from the vanity he’s just about knocked over. “Holy shi — Are those… are those eyes?”
“Yeah, they’re eyes. You wanna know what kind of eyes?” She picks up a hairbrush from the vanity stand next to them and hurls it at the gap.
“Goddamn raccoon eyes, Peeta,” she says as the small pack of raccoons scatter. “There’s probably holes in the drywall or something, hence your scratchy whispers.”
“I… oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Raccoons, Peeta. Ninety-five percent of the time, it’s probably rats or raccoons.”
“It wasn’t rats or raccoons in that place in District 10.”
“That… was an outlier of a house, I’ll give you that, but it was probably still just people. Very strange, very creepy people.” She nudges him gently with her elbow and cocks her head to the door. “Come on, we should try and see if we can find the holes they were coming in through.”
“You want to do home repairs?”
“Hey, we promised Madge an exorcism, didn’t we? This is just a different kind of exorcism.”
She hooks her arm in his, and they leave the doll room together. A sound like bye follows them out, but this time he can ignore it. Raccoons. Obviously.
“Why do you come with me to these things?” he asks when they reach the bottom of the stairs.
“Peeta,” she says seriously. “Know that I say this with all the love in my heart… you would die if I didn’t come with you.”
“If I did die, I would so mercilessly haunt your ass.”
She pats his arm, shakes her head. “No, you wouldn’t, Peeta. Ghosts aren’t real.”
#everlark#everlark fanfiction#everlarkbirthdaydrabbles#everlarkbirthdaygifts#fan fic#by ally147writes
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Something Suspiciously Like Hope
Written for Day 2 - Secret Santa Exchanges.
Unbeta’d. Rated T for language. Enjoy :)
Peeta takes the slip of paper from his pocket and stares at the name, written in her small, careful cursive. Again. As if the writing changed from the last time he read it.
Katniss Everdeen.
The gods of Random Name Drawing have a sick sense of humour, that’s for sure.
God, what if she drew his name, too? Then what would he do? He fights back a shudder — what are the odds of that happening? — and tosses the paper in a nearby bin. It’s not like he’s ever going to forget it, anyway.
He takes stock of his very limited options as he mixes up another batch of dough for the bakery’s famous Christmas shortbreads. He can’t get her anything too impersonal. That just seems… rude. Not to mention, a gigantic lie. They’ve never been friends — hell, the slip of paper with her name on it is about the entirety of their exchanges over the years — but they’ve been in the same classes since kindergarten, so that should count for something, shouldn’t it?
But on the other hand, he can’t get her anything too… not impersonal, either. Nothing that could out the feelings he’s carried around like a backpack full of bricks for over a decade. That would be… not a gigantic lie. But also, his absolute worst nightmare come true.
He should have asked to redraw his Secret Santa when he had the chance. Knowing Ms. Trinket, though, she never would have allowed it.
There’s a tiny sliver of grey area that he can work with here. What’s the happy middle between a five-dollar café gift-card and a dozen long-stemmed red roses? Is baking her a cake from scratch too heartfelt, or just the right amount of caring and not-caring?
I put together this cake just for you, but I also work in a bakery and make literally thousands of cakes just like this one in a week, so don’t feel too special.
“Why does this have to be so hard?” he mutters to himself.
“Surely not the dough, son? You could make those cookies blindfolded by now.”
Peeta jumps maybe three feet in the air. He’d almost forgotten his father was still in here, too.
“Not the dough,” he says, shaking his head.
“What, then?” his father prods.
Peeta sighs, but there’s never been any point lying. His crush on Katniss Everdeen has been his worst-kept secret since he was five and saw her for the first time, after which he declared to everyone in earshot that he would marry her someday. If Katniss ever heard, she’s been too polite to say anything.
“A Secret Santa exchange at school. I drew Katniss.”
His father goes quiet for a minute, then asks, “Why’s that so hard?”
“What do you mean, why’s that so hard?” Peeta exclaims. “What am I supposed to do?”
His father shrugs. “I guess that depends on the sort of impression you want to make.” He dusts off his flour-covered hands and crosses his arms. “Do you really want to go about your last year at school without ever having been honest with her? Could you live with that?”
“I think I could live with it,” Peeta whispers without hesitation. “But I think I’d regret it every day, too.”
His father smiles. “Then I guess that’s your answer.”
“So, what do I give her?”
The smile spreads into a grin. “Something unforgettable.”
Peeta says nothing. Just furrows his brows and turns back to his dough, rolls it out into a thin sheet.
He has an idea. More like a sapling of an idea, really. A weedy little sapling struggling to break up into the light. It’s a ridiculous idea given that they only have until the end of the week to exchange their gifts, but he thinks he can do it. He’s got everything he needs back home, so the twenty-dollar price limit isn’t going to be an issue (or does that just make him look cheap?) and what’s more… if he plays his cards right, it will be unforgettable.
Peeta finishes his shift with a smile on his face.
XXX
The canvas barely fits inside his beat-up Corolla.
Never mind ‘unforgettable’. She’ll be lucky to ever forget him after this. The guy who made her carry a massive canvas all through the halls with her. Less of a ‘something to remember me by’, and more of a gigantic ‘screw you.’
He parks in his usual spot at school and collapses against the steering wheel. He’s gotten a collective ten hours of sleep this past week working on the damn thing, recreating the woods which border District 12 in wrenching, painstaking detail, but it’s worth it. It has to be.
A fist raps against his window. Peeta jumps high enough to hit his head on the car’s felt ceiling.
“Hey! Is that it?”
Without waiting for a reply, Finnick swings to the other side and settles himself in the passenger seat. He twists towards the back and lets out a low whistle.
“Dude. It’s huge.”
“I couldn’t do it with anything smaller,” Peeta mutters.
“Sure isn’t going to be a secret now.”
Peeta shakes his head and gets out of the car. “I never said it was going to be.”
“So… you’re going for it?” Finnick jumps out and slams the door shut. “You’re actually gonna do it?”
Peeta sucks in a deep, sharply cold breath. “I think I… maybe?”
“Peeta!” Finnick punches his shoulder. “Seriously, man? That’s awesome.”
Peeta snorts. “Yeah. Two guesses how it’ll end, though.”
“You still reckon she’ll say no?”
“I just don’t see why she’d say yes.”
“You know, Annie says she’s real nice.”
“So? I’m not after a pity date, Finn. I just… I know she’ll like this. That’s all.”
“Yeah, she will. You wanna know what I got my Secret Santa? A box of sugar cubes.”
He almost laughs. “Seriously? Why?”
“Well under the twenty-buck limit, and ‘cause Clove Andersen could stand to be a whole lot sweeter, don’t you think?”
Peeta snorts. “When she decks you, and she absolutely will, don’t expect me to step in and save the day.”
“All you’d have to do is flash that smile and she’d be off me and all over you.”
“Yeah, not really the image I’m going for right now.” Peeta pulls in another deep breath, sets a hand on the car’s roof, and nods to himself. “So, you going to help me bring this thing in or what?”
XXX
His own Secret Santa gift — from Madge, mercifully, a pair of thick, silly, reindeer-print socks — had been front and centre at the top of the pile in Ms. Trinket’s room. At the end of class, he grabbed it and bolted, the tips of his ears burning as he caught Katniss out the corner of his eye, approaching her massive gift, propped up at the back and taking up damn near half the wall, with a frown on her face. He considered for all of a nanosecond staying and waiting for her to unwrap it, just to see her face when she saw it. But that same crippling self-doubt that always seemed to afflict him around Katniss squeezed at his chest and he just… couldn’t.
God, he’s such a loser.
He plops down on a damp bench right on the far edge of the school, far enough away that the chatter and laughter from everyone else is little more than a distant echo. The cold air dusting past his face brings his thoughts into more clarity. He should have seen this coming a mile off. It happens every single time. He’s never been able to string more than five words together in Katniss’ presence; why would today be any different? Combine that with a giant, what-the-fuck of a gift, and it’s a damn wonder he was able to walk through the school gates at all this morning.
The phone in his pocket vibrates with texts he’s not sure he wants to see. Probably just Finn asking how it all went. Maybe one from his dad, too. Peeta groans and fists his hair. His own damn fault for telling everybody.
“Peeta?” a soft, smoky voice whispers behind him.
He jumps about ten feet in the air and spins to face his assailant. Katniss Everdeen, her hands tucked into the pockets of her patchy coat, staring at him with eyes as grey as the storm clouds above. An omen or not, he’s not sure.
“Katniss,” he breathes.
She smiles, the barest quirk of her lips. “I wasn’t sure you knew my name. I guess… I guess that was wrong.”
His cheeks flush as he sets himself back down on the bench. “I’ve always known who you are.”
“I’m starting to get that, yeah.” She perches herself on the bench beside him, even though there’s not a whole lot of room for them to share. Even through his thick coat, the warmth Katniss radiates is enough to make him feel like his blood is boiling.
“It’s incredible,” she blurts out before he can say anything. “I mean, I knew you were good — I think you’ve got paintings hanging in every corridor in there — but that painting is… amazing, Peeta. Really.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he murmurs.
She sets a warm hand on his forearm. The contact is like lightning beneath his skin, but it anchors him, too; this moment is real. He’s not dreaming it. And it’s fucking amazing.
“I love it,” she tells him, low and deliberate. “Thank you, Peeta.”
He clears his throat. “You’re welcome.”
She lets her arm fall from his, and he misses the warmth all at once. “I kinda feel bad about what I got my Secret Santa now, though.”
“Who’d you have?” he asks.
“Delly.”
He barks out a laugh. “What did you get her?”
“A fluffy pom-pom keychain shaped like an owl. Prim picked it out. I had no idea what to get her.”
“I can tell you with absolute certainty that Delly loved it.”
She smirks. “Oh, I know she did. She jumped me right in the hallway as we were leaving and hugged me.”
Peeta smiles. “That sounds about right.”
A couple from the year below them walk by, hand-in-hand. As if by some unspoken agreement, Peeta and Katniss stay silent, their gazes trained on the ground, until the pair pass by.
When he looks up again, their faces are much closer together than they were before — or maybe they were always this close? Katniss’ cheeks are a bright, glowing pink, and she’s looking everywhere but his face.
“We should… uh, meet up, maybe?” she says, all fractured, and he thinks it fractures something in his head, too, because she cannot possibly be saying what he thinks she might be saying. “Some day during the break? I could, um… maybe show you the woods when it’s snowing, and you could paint or something? If that’s even something you wanted to see, I don’t even know if you —”
He cuts her off before she can ramble anymore, because even though it’s completely, utterly adorable, he’ll be damned if he lets her talk herself out of this now. “I’d love to come to the woods with you, Katniss,” he says, leaving no room for anything else.
“Good!” she says, a little too loudly, but Peeta’s not sure anything could beat the pounding of his heart for volume right now. She clears her throat and says, “That’s… good.”
“Yeah… good.” Damn, he’s eloquent.
“How’s Boxing Day for you?”
“Yeah… good,” he says again. Katniss lets out a tiny chuckle, one that he swears makes his heart skip a beat.
A bell goes off somewhere… the school, maybe? He’s got no way of knowing, or caring. All he gives a shit about right now is Katniss Everdeen, right in front of him, so close he could maybe kiss her if he didn’t think that would be kind of weird. Before he can move, Katniss is shouldering her bag and making her way back towards the building.
“Merry Christmas, Peeta,” she whispers, a real smile, however tiny, tipping her lips now as she walks away.
He grins what he’s sure is the dopiest, happiest grin the entire world and calls back, “Merry Christmas, Katniss.” For the first time in forever, the self-doubt doesn’t even enter his head.
In its place now is something suspiciously like hope.
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Fic ask game! 3: Do you have any upcoming WIPs? How far along are you with them? and 9: Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?
Thanks for the asks!!!💕💜🖤💖
3: Do you have any upcoming WIPs? How far along are you with them?
The only WIP I have at the moment is the second chapter of this GoFushi fic. Normally I finish fics somewhat quickly because I mostly write one shots, but this got me stuck.
9: Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?
Definitely. Mostly ones concerning characters I don't understand enough to write. I would kill for a good NaruSasu fic where Naruto is the possessive one. I also have some rarepair that deserve more love.
I'd also really like to find some good dark fics, but it's hard because certain things leave me feeling sick (not the author's fault!). Somedays worse than others.
Then I have ships like RivaMika and BruGio that deserve nothing but fluff and nice things because... because canon.
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I recently bought a couple of your prints from Red Bubble and they arrived today and I love them so freaking much. Thank you so much for sharing your talent :)
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Fate Takes a Break
BY: @ally147writes
RATING: T
PROMPT #50: everlark discovering on their date that they’ve missed each other their whole lives (living in the same city, went to the same high school, going to the same halloween and nye parties, were set up before by different friends but stood each other up, shopping at the same store, etc.) [submitted by @sunflowerslyf]
AN: This ended up being substantially shorter than I was aiming for, but it was nice to get back into fic writing all the same. Thanks to the mods for holding this exchange again, and thanks to all the authors and artists who took part. Your creativity is what is keeping the world spinning right now.
(Not beta’d - all errors are my own)
This date isn’t quite as blind as Katniss was expecting
Still a little bit blind, though. She’s seen the guy before, she’s sure of that. But where? The weird furrowed brow look he’s sending her every time she dips her gaze towards her plate to pick out another choice sliver of cheese-herb-sauced chicken breast tells her he’s got the same weird deja vu thing going on, too.
She sighs and asks, “It’s not just me, is it?”
The guy — Peeta, she tells herself again, somehow not as distinctive a name as it sounds like it should be — huffs a quiet laugh and sets his fork down.
“Maybe we’ve just got those kinds of faces?”
“You might be right. But I’m not convinced.”
He smiles, a beyond-charming quirk of his lips. “No, neither am I. I think I would remember you if I’d seen you before.”
She blushes, just a little, and takes a sip of water. “Well, it’s our first date,” she points out. “Might as well do the twenty questions thing now.”
“And, what, deprive us of a perfectly good second date activity?”
“This will drive me insane if we don’t work it out right now.”
He drums his fingers along the edge of their table. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you not immediately pass up a second date.”
She runs her hands — nowhere near as damp now as they were at the beginning of the date — along the smooth satin of her skirt. “I could be tempted, I suppose.”
“Hmm. Noted.” He smiles that charming little smile again and leans forward, close enough that she can make out the hints of gold flecked like tiny bursts of sunshine in his blue eyes. “Where do you want to start?”
“Well,” she takes another bite of chicken before she says anything weird about his eyes that she might regret, “you’re obviously not from District Twelve, so —”
Peeta coughs. “Actually, I am.”
There’s a beat of odd silence where they do nothing but blink at each other.
“District Twelve,” she repeats, slower, like there’s a chance he misheard her. “As in, tiny ass coal town about two hours south of here?”
He quirks his brow. “Is there another District Twelve I should know about?”
She narrows her eyes. “Merchant or Seam?”
“Merchant, but I went to D12 Senior High. That was in the middle of Seam, right?”
“Bullshit,” she exclaims, maybe a little too loudly if the dirty looks she’s getting from the snooty old people at their neighbouring tables is anything to go by. “I’d remember if you were there. When did you graduate?”
“Uh, 2008?”
“Bullshit,” she says again, because this can’t be real, can it? “Same year as me. You weren’t there.”
He grins again. “I’m glad we can establish that neither of us remember each other from high school, so strike one for that, but I wasn’t there for all of it. Just… I don’t know, maybe the last three months of the semester? Didn’t seem all that worth going to graduation after not really having contributed anything. Then I got accepted to Capitol University, and —”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she cuts in with a chuckle. “Capitol University. When did you start?”
“Pretty much right away.”
She leans forward, eyes narrowed. “Major?”
He mirrors her. “Double, actually, Business and Arts. You?”
“Environmental Biology. But I had a friend doing economics, so I was around the business school a lot.”
“What was their name?”
She takes the last bite of her chicken and pushes her plate away. “Madge.”
He chuckles. “Don’t tell me, Madge Kingswood, right?”
“Uh…”
“She dated my roommate for about a year.”
“You were Thom’s roommate?”
“Sure was. For a little while after we graduated, too. Last I heard, he moved to District Two. Something to do with gem mining.”
“Hang on, are you the Peter — or, Peeta, I guess — that she and Thom tried to set me up with for, what was it… a double bowling date?”
He laughs, a boundless, joyful sound that pools warm in her belly. “I’m guessing you’re Kat with the lethal aim, then?”
“The lethal aim has more to do with archery. Did you have fun that night?”
“I got stood up, if you’ll recall?” His eyes glitter in the gentle candlelight. “Did you really have food poisoning?”
She blushes again, but she’s not sure why she’s so embarrassed. “No. I just… completely hate bowling.”
“Guess a second date down at the alley is completely out of the question, then?”
“I’d probably dredge up the food poisoning excuse again if you tried it.”
“Also noted.”
They share a smile, one that almost frightens her with the length and breadth of how it speaks of their possible future.
She coughs into her closed fist and dabs at her lips with a napkin. “Well, next thing, I guess you’re gonna tell me you were at all the music nights at the campus tavern.”
“Every Friday, if I didn’t have something due that night. Why?”
“I was in a band that played there about once a month. Drummer.”
“You behind a kit would have been a sight. What was your band’s name?”
“Victors.”
He shakes his head. “Funny. My best friend married your keyboard player.”
Her jaw drops. “You’re best friends with Finnick?”
“We went to the same elementary school. Been friends for years now.”
“He’s kind of a dick.”
Peeta bursts out laughing again. “Yeah, he kind of is.”
“Spend much time around the campus gym, then?”
“I was there on a wrestling scholarship,” he tells her, and the subtle flex of his muscles beneath the deep midnight of his suit jacket catches her attention in a way it didn’t before. “I assume you did the rounds there, too, then?”
She sighs and finishes her water. “Track Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.”
“Hate to say it, but I don’t think our paths crossed there, either.”
“No, but I did go to a few wrestling meets. My roommate enjoyed them.”
He grins again. “Guys in tight spandex, huh?”
She snorts. “Don’t ask me. I barely looked up from my phone.”
“Glad my meets provided such riveting entertainment.”
“I was literally the only one not paying attention.”
“Probably a good thing I didn’t know you were there,” he muses as he takes another sip of wine. A drop clings to the edge of his lips, and the dart of his tongue to catch it is entrancing. “I might not have placed otherwise.”
She clears her throat. “We were way up in the nosebleeds, so there was probably no danger of me distracting you. This is all kind of uncanny, though. I could know you from anywhere.”
He smiles again, a rogue curl flopping forward over his eyes. “Sort of romantic, don’t you think?”
She snorts. “That we constantly missed each other over the years? Kind of sounds like the opposite of a fairy tale.”
“Oh, I don’t know. We’re here now. Maybe the universe thinks we’re inevitable or something? Soulmates destined to be brought together. Maybe that’s why we’re familiar to each other, we were together in a past life or something.”
Her answering laugh is more like a snort. “Or maybe fate took a break, and this is some sort of cosmic screw-up that slipped through the cracks and is bound to fail.”
“Katniss,” he says, the playful glint in his eyes simmering down to something more serious, and strangely earnest. He reaches across the table, just barely grazing his pinkie against hers. It’d be dumb to say a thrum of lightning coursed through her at the touch, so she’ll just keep that thought to herself.
“If I’d seen you or, more to the point, noticed you then, during any one of those times our paths could have crossed but didn’t, any one of those times we were in the same room but I looked left and you looked right… believe me, I would have let you know, and I wouldn’t have let you go.”
“Well,” she says after a long moment, just staring at his finger beside hers, “good thing we’re meeting up now, then, isn’t it?”
That same hundred-year smile passes between them, maybe not quite as scary as it was before. “Yeah, it is.”
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Authors On THG Writing Hiatus Masterlist (11)
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***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***
Created: December 27th, 2023
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78bathsheba :: ao3, tumblr
Popular Fic: Seven Years-Peeta was in the hospital garden, hands in the dirt planting herbs, when the good Dr. Aurelius came to tell him he could go home. “Where will you be going now?” he asked, and only Peeta could hear the undercurrent of excitement that laced the question. There it is, he thought wearily. Even the man who knows my deepest, darkest secrets expects me to go running back to District 12. To her. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I think I'm just going to travel for a bit.” He could almost hear the doctor’s heart breaking over the sound of his own.
Ally147writes :: ao3, everlark fanfic gifts, everlark fanfic exchange, tumblr
Popular Fic: Cake Crumbs-A collection of all the stories and drabbles I've contributed to Everlark Birthday Gifts on Tumblr. Ratings will change depending on the story. If not otherwise stated, assume each chapter hovers around a T rating.
annieoakley1 :: ao3, tumblr
Popular Fic: The First Time-Everlark the summer of 2012. When Peeta is about to go off to college, Katniss starts to see him in a different light.
asmileyoucouldbottle :: ao3, writing tumblr, main tumblr
Popular fic: always and together-One night, Katniss hears Peeta upset from night terrors, and goes to him. There, she makes a vow to herself and him to stop pushing him away and stand by him. Takes place a month after Peeta and Katniss move back to District 12.
everlarktoast :: ao3, tumblr
Popular Fic: Study Date-Katniss and Peeta are keeping their relationship hidden from their conservative parents, but what happens when Mr. Everdeen finds them kissing during an innocent study date? A fluffy, cute, funny and a lil bit sexy ever lark drabble (I'm ktanissevrdeen on Tumblr, come say hi!)
Gamemakers :: ao3, ffnet, tumblr
Popular Fic: Quicksilver-Dearest Diary, Two events of note occurred today. First, I realized that Peeta Mellark, who just yesterday I considered an ally and possible friend, is an irredeemable prat. Second, I became betrothed to him. London, 1793. After a life spent on her family’s country estate, the time has finally come for the Everdeen sisters to be introduced to the London elite. Katniss will do anything to ensure her younger sister does not fall into the wrong hands, but surrounded by strangers, she has no way of judging Prim’s many suitors’ intentions. Enter Peeta Mellark, the youngest brother of the Earl of Panem and a longtime fixture of the ton. He seems the perfect ally, but Peeta has intentions of his own, and Katniss’ spinsterhood may not be as safe as she believes.
JavisTG :: ao3, ff.net, tumblr
Popular Fic: One VictorThe hot summer sun-kissed Katniss' cheeks, and she felt its warmth spreading throughout her body. The tiniest of smiles danced on her lips. But this wasn't the right time for public displays of euphoria. Not when Tessa Monroe, the 15-year-old girl old whose name had been called, was making her way towards the stage in front of them; walking in a straight line towards imminent death. Canon-divergent "what-if". Prim isn't reaped.
jeeno2 :: ao3, ffnet, tumblr
Popular Fic: Little Green"Hi," Peeta says quietly; almost shyly. "I'm your daddy, and…" His voice cracks on the word daddy, and Katniss' heart clenches painfully inside her chest. "I'm your daddy," Peeta continues. Stronger this time. "I've waited so very long to meet you." A post-Mockingjay AU.
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Popular Fic: Next to You"She closed her eyes and saw his perfectly chiseled face and then imagined those boxers of his falling to the floor before he got in the shower. The last thing she needed was to be attracted to Rye Mellark's older brother." Desperate for a place to live, Katniss moves in with her friend, Rye, who has always had a crush on her. Then she meets his older brother, Peeta. Modern Day AU.
titania522 :: ao3, prompts in panem, tumblr
Popular Fic: Good Again-"The sun was rising, fingers of glorious orange, red and yellow crawling across the sky. The window appeared as a frame around a picture, dawn’s ascent bursting from the folds of a delicate skirt the color of burnt copper. I sighed and turned back to Peeta, holding his hand against my cheek." After all they have experienced, Katniss and Peeta realize that things can be good again. *Winner of the Everlark Smut Awards for Best Shower Scene and Second Place for Best Mockingjay Smut* Winner for Best Growing Together Fic - Nighlockrecs Reader's Choice Awards
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🌹 one for you as well :)
Thank you!
for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing
This one is also not even close to ready for posting, ieee. It’s meant to fill an outstanding Everlark Fic Exchange prompt from Spring 2020. Title is Through the Eyes of My Love.
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Six halting, uneven steps brought Peeta to stand behind her. She did not dare look back at him, afraid that if she did, it might frighten him away when she was so close to her goal. Or that she might awaken and discover this all to be yet another one of her vivid dreams.
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It is with great pleasure and joy that we announce that RivaMika month has begun!!!! 🥳🥳🥳
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Praise to the mods and writers of @everlarkbirthdaygifts
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If I missed anyone I truly apologize but know that I appreciate everyone’s efforts to provide Everlark birthday treats for all! We are so lucky to have a group committed to spoiling the fandom.
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