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TUSCANY, MY LOVE

A/N: Welcome to my contribution for the New Author’s Month over at @loveinpanem​ 

Nearly two months and 16,000 words later and I can finally present it to you. But this wouldn’t have happened if for a couple of very special people, starting with the awesome ladies fom LIP: @thegirlfromoverthepond​, @akai-echo​, @titaniasfics​ and @louezem. Thank you for your dedication and all the work you put in. You’re doing a wonderful job.

My biggest, warmest and most heartfelt THANK YOU is - together with INCREDIBLE beta @honeylime08​ - for my awesome mentor: the unbelievably talented, witty and wonderful @xerxia31​ 
I loved working with you so much, and look forward to our future cooperation. :D

And last but not least: to my best friend, Pez. She’s not on tumblr, but she helped with this story like it was her own. I love you so much, bestie! 

Enough said, let’s start with the story. I really hope you enjoy! Thanks for all the support! :)

Editing to add: AO3 / FFn


TUSCANY, MY LOVE

“If you don’t show in the next five minutes, she’s gonna have a heart attack.”

Katniss groans, the strap of her bag constantly slipping from her shoulder. With every other step, she nearly crushes her heels with the suitcase she’s pulling behind her. Damn high heels, she should have worn her sneakers. She’s a fit person: she jogs, she visits the gym at least twice a week, she loves hiking. Ok, fine. She could eat a little healthier, but between jobs and her sometimes very atypical hours she can’t find the time to cook as well. So it’s fast food most of the time. But all in all she thinks of herself as a person with good constitution.

Right now, she huffs like a railroad engine, and her feet hurt like she ran a marathon. All the while she tries to hold her cell to her ear and listen to her best friend’s calm but slightly sarcastic voice. Even though she’s running through a busy airport, she can hear Prim’s hysterics in the background.

Code Red it is.

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Mockingjay Inn

Written by: @burkygirl

Prompt 25: Katniss and Peeta are both frequent pop-in guests at an out-of-the-way B&B. One weekend, it is surprisingly booked up and the manager asks if they can share a suite in an effort to be less of an inconvenience for such loyal customers and since they sort of know each other. (Submitted by @roseymama )

Rated E, Trigger warnings for smut, a few curse words and mentions of a dying family member.

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Was the mockingjay a symbol of the rebellion before Katniss wore the pin in the games?

At first glance, Madge’s visit with Katniss after the reaping seems straightforward, but upon rereading — and knowing the importance of the mockingjay as a symbol of the rebellion — Collins’ description of the “urgency about [Madge’s] tone” feels much more freighted with significance. Also, it would appear that in her choice of words, Collins is signaling to the reader to take note of the pin (which had also appeared in chapter 1): “I hadn’t paid much attention to it before, but now I see it’s a small bird in flight.” (emphasis added)

As the scene unfolds in chapter 3, Madge presses Katniss to take it: 

“Here, I’ll put it on your dress, all right?” Madge doesn’t wait for an answer, she just leans in and fixes the bird that my dress. “Promise you’ll wear it to the arena, Katniss?” she asks. “Promise?” [emphasis added]

Why the urgency with Madge pinning the mockingjay on Katniss before she departs for the Capitol? And would Madge have known that the mockingjay had any association with the rebellion after the Dark Days? My feeling is that if Madge knew the mockingjay was associated with the rebellion in any way, in all likelihood, her father would’ve known it too. And if that were the case, Mayor Undersee almost certainly wouldn’t have allowed her to wear the pin on reaping day. (And that would be true even if he were a rebel sympathizer, because Madge wearing the pin could have dangerous repercussions for both of them.)

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anonymous asked:

I really enjoyed It's All a Lie. The socioeconomic divide in D12 is a topic that doesn't get explored nearly enough. On a related topic, I've always believed that the reapings were rigged whenever the Capitol wanted them to be. It’s a possible explanation for the shocking selection of Prim, who only had one slip in the bowl. I always assumed it was a way of punishing Katniss indirectly. But I was re-reading THG recently, and it occurred to me that the Capitol might’ve wanted to eliminate (1/2)

Prim, because she was the visible evidence of friendly Seam-Merchant relations, and it was in the Capitol’s interest to keep the people neatly divided in their classes. If this were the case, it makes sense that they would target Prim not Katniss (who looks Seam) and on her first reaping day to boot. It also makes me think how particularly dangerous a world this would’ve been for any children born to Katniss and Peeta, even if they hadn’t been reaped, had Panem remained under Snow’s control. 2/2             


Hey there, Anon! Glad to hear you liked the story!

Like you, I definitely think the Capitol could and easily did rig the Reapings when they wanted to. Book!Katniss practically tells us they do in Catching Fire when she talks about how she doesn’t want to marry Peeta or have kids because Victors’ children wind up in the Arena freakishly often. She tells us that, given all the trouble she and Peeta have caused, any children they had would have a guaranteed ticket to Tribute Town. My guess is the Capitol used it in that case as a punishment for Victors who’d stepped out of line. So it really isn’t much of a stretch to think that other Reapings were rigged to help suppress any kind of rebellion. You’re suspected of stirring up trouble and your kid’s Reaping age? Yeah, that kid is dead. And that is how rebellion dies.

That being said, I really don’t buy into the Reaping being rigged to get Prim in there. I see where you’re coming from, and you’ve certainly got valid points. You believe it, then you run with it. There’s no proof to say the Reaping wasn’t rigged. I’m just personally not convinced. Since the Capitol kind of treats Twelve like it’s more of a nuisance than anything else way out there. The Peacekeepers are pretty lax on the rules until K7P cause some actual trouble. Then again, I like random events leading to something bigger in my stories rather than it all being part of a bigger plot. ;-)

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I didn’t even know Madge knew Gale,” says Peeta.We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angrily. What am I angry about, though? Not that she has brought the medicine, surely.

She must have quite a taste for them,” says Haymitch.That’s what nettles me. It’s the implication that there’s something going on between Gale and Madge. And I don’t like it.

“But Mockingjays were never a weapon,” said Madge. “They’re just songbirds. Right?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, But it’s not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the capitol never intended to exist. They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.”                
               —  Suzanne Collins  (Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2))              

Leading Suspects - Chapter 10

I know it’s not much, but things are about to heat up in Twelve Willows!  The continuing celebration of @peetabreadgirl‘s b-day…because I am incapable of writing oneshots apparently. Also, I will be posting a master post later on with link to all 10 chapters here on tumblr. Enjoy!


“Just tell me you didn’t break any more laws,” Madge says as I stomp up the stairs to her house and smack her car keys into her hand.

“It was a struggle, but I managed,” I say and she smiles. Her bruises are starting to change color and the sight of her slowly unfurling personality is almost enough to distract me from what I need to tell her. “I had a lovely breakfast with my mother while the entire town quietly debated whether or not they’d be able to drag me by my hair to the town center and burn me at the stake. Oh and Peeta stopped by to suggest we try the strawberry pie at Sae’s. Pie, Madge!”

“Katniss Everdeen, I swear if you waste one more second jabber-jawing on the porch and not giving me a hug…”

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I feel like it’s been a couple months…

And, I know that it’s a few days past Halloween, but we can still live vicariously through Part Seven of TFP!

Summary: Beatrice Everdeen-Carter and Ramona Mellark, two friends with one mission–to get their parents together. Modern AU Everlark.

Part Seven is now available below the cut!

You can read all other parts here:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Please share and reblog as this is a Tumblr-exclusive series. Thank you so much for your support!

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The Family Plan

Part Seven

It took Katniss a minute to recover from the steeliness of the woman’s voice. Her eyes went to Ramona, who had stopped mid-conversation with Bea to see if she could help her with the call.

“Give me one second,” she managed to say. “Peeta is in the kitchen. Let me get him.”

Pressing the ‘On-Hold’ button, Katniss let out a smooth breath and gave everyone a quick smile.

“Be right back.”

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Free Falling

For @belle453​, who celebrated her birthday last week. Belle, it’s a joy to know you and a privilege to call ourselves your friends. Here’s to one classy lady, and possibly the most romantic soul we know. 

Without moving from her bed, Madge can just about reach the corner of her curtain; enough to tug it back a couple of inches to reveal a patch of clear sky outside.

“I think that’s the first time since October I’ve seen a blue sky.” She turns a little in Gale’s arms and nudges his side. “We should do something today.”

“I know exactly what I want to do today,” he says with a smirk while running his hand up her thigh to cup her bare ass and pull her closer to him.

Madge giggles as he peppers kisses along her neck, but she pushes him back just a little. While she has no objection to spending another day in bed with Gale, it’s a beautiful, dry Sunday morning and she wants to get out and enjoy it. And quite frankly, her vagina could use the break.

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The Wedding

Author: @wildlyglittering

Rating: T

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary: A wedding invitation has invited Katniss to the Mellark-Undersee wedding…fluff no drama.

Authors Note: Apologies for the very unoriginal title. I wrote this quite late Thursday so apologies for any errors!


When an invitation to the Mellark-Undersee wedding arrived in the post Katniss was, to put it mildly, extremely shocked. She stood in her hallway in her crumpled pyjamas, hair messed up from sleep and took a moment to trace the perfect gold letters that had been embossed onto the thick cream card. As she followed the loops and swirls of the ‘M’ all the way through to the last ‘e’ she was aware that the other emotion she was experiencing was jealously.

 It tugged in her stomach from the second she read ‘Mr and Mrs Undersee cordially invite you’ all the way to the date and the venue. Undersee Mansion. Of course. Katniss could practically hear the shrieks of joy from Virginia Mellark across the district. Finally, a perfect blonde bride for one of her perfect blonde sons. For the briefest of moments Katniss wondered what Gale would think about this and tried to push away the feeling of guilt that surfaced when she realised she knew exactly what he would think.

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anonymous asked:

Gadge- My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.

Nonny, you have been waiting probably close to 6+ months for me to write this, but I woke up in a gadge sorta mood today and finally filled it for you.  Thanks for your patience, friend.


Madge kicked the door with her heel and it swung back, bouncing slightly ajar when it hit the lock.  She grumbled to herself— she’d been bugging the super to fix her door and while Haymitch had many talents, actually being responsive to resident complaints was not one of them— and dropped the groceries on her counter. Her ice cream was half melted thanks to the long, hot walk back from the store and she had to get it in the freezer before it was a soupy mess.  

“You really shouldn’t leave the door open,” a male voice behind her started, and Madge jumped a half mile into the air.

“Who are you?” she shrieked just as the intruder asked “Who the fuck are you?”

Madge groped behind herself for the knife block and her hand curled around a handle.  She pulled it out in one swift movement and the intruder jumped back, hands up in surrender.  He was a little younger than her, tall and slender with a shock of black hair that kept falling into his eyes.  “Hey hey hey, I’m just Gale’s brother,” he said in what she assumed was an attempt at a soothing tone, but her heart was still pounding.  

“And who the fuck is that?” Madge asked, taking a step back when the intruder— who yeah, probably wasn’t here to murder her considering it was two in the afternoon and he was clearly looking for someone else, but he had just scared the shit out of her so she kept the knife at the ready— moved towards her.

“Your…boyfriend?”

“Don’t have one,” Madge said, and then another man walked through her door, only to burst out laughing.

“Hey dumbass, my apartment’s across the hall,” the new intruder announced.  He was a slightly broader version of the original mystery man, his jaw a little more defined and with a few days of scruff.  “And you really might want to reconsider using that knife for protection,” he said dryly, turning his grey eyes on her.

Madge glanced down at the knife in her hands. In her panic she’d grabbed her paring knife, the two inch blade only slightly longer than Peeta’s pocket knife.  “I happen to be quite the expert at apple peeling,” she sniffed, the years of training to be a politician’s daughter finally coming in handy.  Her new neighbor raised his eyebrows and a smile flitted across her face.  “You did scare the ever living shit out of me though,” she told the first one.

“And if you’d grabbed a knife any bigger, you probably would have scared the shit out of me,” the taller one replied.  “I’m Gale, by the way.  Just moved into 3B.  And this idiot here is my brother Rory.”

“Madge,” she said, and set down the knife as her heartbeat slowed.

“Nice to meet you,” Gale said, and the smile he flashed her did nothing to stall the slight flush of embarrassment that swept up her neck.  “But we should get going, or Ma is gonna skin us alive for being late.”

“She’ll skin you; I’m the favorite,” Rory threw back.

“Please, Pose is the favorite,” Gale said, and ruffled his brother’s hair, which was kind of adorable considering they both had to be in their mid twenties.  “Sorry to scare you, Madge, but it was nice to meet you.”

Madge nodded and only found her voice once they reached her door.  “Hey— whenever you get back, come on over for a drink.  It’d be nice to get to know one of my neighbors, you know?  And maybe apologize for holding you at knife point.”

He smiled again, and yeah, he pretty clearly knew he was handsome but Madge didn’t care because damn was he handsome.  “You’re on,” Gale agreed, and Madge grinned back.

Haymitch might be a terrible building manager, but he’d just earned himself a six pack.

Strawberry Cake

Have some fluffy Gadge and Eversee friendship! 

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Because true love is best friends. And maybe cute boys with cake.

“You’re killing the foam,” Katniss points out and Madge blinks, comes back to the moment.

“Huh?” she asks, can feel her cheeks start to heat up at being caught spacing out.

“The foam,” Katniss repeats, points at Madge’s mug. Madge looks down at her hot chocolate and sees that she’s been stirring absentmindedly this whole time, effectively killing the whip cream on top.

“So?” Katniss asks and Madge looks back at her in confusion.

“So what?”

Katniss rolls her eyes.“What’s wrong?”

Madge thinks of saying ‘nothing’, but she doubts Katniss would believe her. Her eyes drift a little over Katniss’ head and land on the shiny cupid hanging from the ceiling. She sighs.

“Well, it’s just…this was supposed to be our fist Valentine’s Day together, but Gale’s busy all day.” Katniss’ eyebrows draw together and she looks like she might say something, so Madge hurries to continue,  "I mean, I’m not angry at him or anything, and it’s not really that important. I’m used to spending it alone, and I don’t need a day to know Gale loves me, I already know that.“ She pauses for a moment and Katniss looks a little lost.

Madge sighs. "But…I guess it’s just a little sad, having to spend this one alone when I actually have someone to spend it with. And you don’t need to say anything, Ms Valentine’s-Day-is-totally-pointless, I know I’m being silly. I just…” Madge trails off in a sigh, wishes paper hearts weren’t mocking her from every corner of the cafe. Katniss doesn’t say anything and Madge doesn’t look at her, doesn’t need to see that Katniss thinks she’s being stupid.

“Why don’t you come to my place,” Katniss says and Madge jerks her head up in surprise.

“What?” she asks because Katniss tends to turn into a hermit on February fourteenth, hides away to avoid what she thinks is the dumbest “holiday” around.

“We could…watch movies and stuff,” Katniss answers, sounds a little embarrassed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’d probably be sitting at home watching movies anyway. Why not do it with you?”

Madge beams.

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4.03am

“Shhhhhhhhhh, Gale’s sleeping.” Madge is trying to whisper, but he can hear her all the way in the bedroom. Her whisper is what wakes him.

He doesn’t move, he keeps his eyes closed and his breathing steady. If he doesn’t move, if he doesn’t open his eyes, if he doesn’t act like he’s awake, then he’s still asleep. They’ll quieten down in a moment and then he’ll drift back into slumber.

But they don’t quieten, they just get louder as they stumble into the apartment. They’ve kept their shoes on too. That’s how Gale knows Madge is drunk. She’s fastidious about making everybody who enters their apartment remove their shoes; she would certainly not allow them to walk all over her wooden floors in their stilettos if she was sober. Or maybe they stole a horse; it’s entirely possible that the loud clip-clopping he can hear is a horse, because how could five women make that much noise?

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HG Characters & Their Songs
  • Katniss: BUT I SET FIREEE TO THE RAIN!
  • Gale: NEVER MINDDD, I'LL FINDDDD... SOMEONE LIKE YOUUU
  • Rue: I CAME TO WIN, TO FLY, TO CONQUER... TO FLYYYYYYY!
  • Peeta: I can't win, I can't reign, I will never win this game without you...
  • Finnick: I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT.
  • Madge: JUST GONNA STAND THERE AND WATCH ME BURNN...
  • Cato: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!?
  • Haymitch: LAST FRIDAY NIGHT.
  • Cinna: That's what makes you beautiful!
  • Wires: Tick Tock on the clock.
  • Avox: ...
Streetlights - Everlark Drabble

For rexy-cola who requested Everlark Student-Teacher

Streetlights

Seems like street lights glowing
Happened to be just like moments passing in front of me
So I hopped in the cab and I paid my fare
See, I know my destination but I’m just not there

Red

“I’m just saying, Delly said she saw Mr. Mellark doing yoga and racquetball at the Panem Country Club…shirtless and – “

“Madge, please, he’s our teacher,” Katniss blushes.

Madge pops her gum as she pages through Cosmo’s tips on 97 ways to make him come without your hands or mouth and shrugs, “Just because he’s our teacher doesn’t mean he’s dead.  He’s only like…5 or 6 years older than us.”

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