this was a peeta graphic that turned into a katniss one

katlady13  asked:

Hi! My birthday is April 24th and I'd love to read everlark where Peeta thinks he's lost Katniss somehow, like a misunderstanding or even some kind of accident, but everything works out in the end. Love the drama/angst, and I'm down for any rating (but let's be real, the smuttier the better bc it's my birthday lol). No infidelity please! Tytyty! You are awesome!

Originally posted by heybuckaroohowareyou

Happy Birthday! There is definitely some angst in this one. Thanks for having a birthday so we can all enjoy this great story! And thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for writing and submitting it. She’s been a MAJOR contributor to this blog, as have many others, and we can’t thank her enough. Links to part one & part two if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy! I know we did. 


Happy Birthday! Hope you enjoy this somewhat angsty story. Hugs and lots of love to you on your special day!

All’s Fair - Part 3

WARNINGS: RATED E for language, PTSD, and smut. Mostly the rating is for the smut. SMUT I SAY!

A/N: HR in this instance stands for Human Remains. There’s no gore or graphic violence in this, but there is a healthy dose of angst. Thank you @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading.

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My boots scrape the pavement as I stop to stare up and down the parking lot aisles. I find at least four Jeep-shaped vehicles under black covers and sigh, drop my bag on the pavement, and search through the pockets for my keys. Not even my car keys, either. Customs fucked up my packing job and I’m pretty sure they wound up back in my footlocker. I find the keys I need underneath a half empty bottle of Gatorade and unlock my trunk, rummaging around until my fingers find the canvas ribbon on my at home keychain. Yanking them out, I listen to the jingle of home with the distant growl of a C-130 spooling up its engines. The humid North Carolina air presses down on my lungs and I blink in the fading light.

It’s late. I’m exhausted and hungry. And the red REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tag on my keys is a one-two punch to the face. I don’t even know where he is right now. He was supposed to be home sometime last week, although I don’t know the exact date, but the fact that he wasn’t here to meet me means he was delayed somewhere. Or something far worse that I am not prepared to contemplate on four hours of shitty sleep on a cramped rotator flight and an empty stomach.

Pocketing my car keys, I slam my footlocker shut and lock it back up, hefting my bag back on my shoulder and hauling the trunk onto its wheels to continue my solitary trek. I hit the lock button on the key fob twice and hope my battery didn’t die while I’ve been gone. I’ve got jumpers, but no one I feel comfortable inconveniencing. Most of the others have already gone home. Prim couldn’t be here this time, unable to get away from med school. Mom’s too sick to travel. Gale’s still somewhere in Fallujah, I think. At least, that’s the last place I ran into him.

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Author Spotlight: sponsormusings

This feature is a collaboration with panempropaganda and everlarkedalways as part of Panem Propaganda’s 100 Days of Mockingjay: Shipping and Fanfiction.

This interview is a companion piece to an article written for Panem Propaganda, available at X.

With many thanks to panempropaganda, everlarkedalways, and sponsormusings

Graphic by everlarkedalways​. Interview by papofglencoe.

[Ed. note: I have retained the British English spelling in sponsormusings’ answers.]

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“She is everything. She has given the fandom not only some of the sweetest AU’s, but she is also a great friend. Social Standing… was so in character, probably more than any [other] AU I’ve read. And… the ending, which I love! It’s the best work of any kind that I’ve read set during that time.” -chele20035

What is so unique or special about Everlark to you?

I think it’s because- both together and individually- they represent overcoming all the odds, overcoming adversity. They represent how the world around us can affect our lives in ways we can never imagine, represent how even one person can make a difference. They represent hope.

Basically, I love them to pieces, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to completely explain why they mean so much to me. I guess over three books, they just crept up on me.

What inspired you to write Everlark fanfiction in the first place?

I think, like so many others, I got to the end of Mockingjay, and I was absolutely desperate for more. I couldn’t remember the last time something had stayed with me so strongly, and while I didn’t actively go looking for fanfiction, when I stumbled upon it, it was like everything inside me said “Yes, this is good.”

Prior to that, it had been over ten years since I’d written something creatively, and while I enjoyed reading other people’s stories, the urge to write reared its head. After such a long dormant period of creativity, I didn’t want to ignore it - I really wanted to follow through with that desire to write. So I did.

What’s your personal favorite of your own fics and why? What inspired it?

This is actually a pretty hard question, because I’m not the most objective when it comes to my own fics! I’ve got a soft spot for a few different ones, for a variety of reasons. But if I had to choose, I would have to say Drifting Between Grey and Blue- mostly because it’s a story I always love writing, and those versions of Katniss and Peeta have come to mean a lot to me. Plus, it allows me to explore and develop the supporting characters, which I enjoy.

I originally started it for Fandom4LLS in 2013 - at the time, I was on holiday in Europe, and I was struggling to come up with an idea for my submission. I had about three different false starts, and then dashed out the opening scene with no idea of what it really was, or where the story would go.

Two days later, I was standing on a sidewalk in Barcelona, staring up at Casa Battló, a house designed by the amazing Antonio Gaudi. Now, my husband is a big art gallery buff- me, I can last about two hours, tops. But standing in front of that building, I just remember thinking, “This is art. Architecture is art. This is my art gallery.” And the idea of Peeta as an architect was like a big lightbulb suddenly turning on. As odd as it may sound, within five minutes, the story had virtually unfolded in my head. It’s grown and expanded since then, but for the most part, a brightly coloured house on Passeig de Gràcia was my primary inspiration in its inception.

What’s the greatest challenge for you to writing Everlark?

I think it’s always a struggle to make sure I keep Everlark in character in a modern AU.  Characterisation is something I really try to focus on a lot, because I cherish these characters as SC wrote them. I’ve agonised at times over my interpretations of Katniss and Peeta, wondering would they really say that/do that/think that/act that way? There is absolutely a sense of flexibility in AUs, of course, because Katniss and Peeta aren’t bound by the rules of Panem and the Games. But to always retain that essence of them can sometimes be a challenge for me.

Plus, you know. Smut. That’s one hell of a struggle, lol.

When you’re pushing the limits of character or situation, what ineffable traits of Katniss and Peeta/Everlark do you keep intact to preserve their characters?

Katniss’ strength, her fierce loyalty, her stubbornness, her need to protect, whether it be herself or those she loves. For Peeta, his innate sense of good, his desire to help others, his charm, his way with words - or sometimes struggling with the loss of them.

What’s your favorite Everlark trope and why?

That would undoubtedly be the ‘Haters to Lovers’ trope! There is nothing my Pride and Prejudice-loving heart craves more than watching Everlark bitch and fight and be snarky with each other, only to be madly in love by the end of the story.

What is an Everlark fanfic that has stayed with you? Why?

I’m going with a sentimental favourite here, simply because it was what led me to finally take that plunge and write. Salanderjade’s The Green and the Gold was the first WiP I ever read back in 2012, and she pulled me in with her beautiful, descriptive words set in a pre-epilogue canon world. She was also the first author I ever reached out to, and as a result, we’re still good friends to this day. So that fic is one that will always stay with me.

Another would be Five Loaves of Bread: Dark Toast, by aimmyarrowshigh. The world building was terrific, the story intriguing, the development between Everlark realistic and when I finished it, it stayed with me for days. But please, I can’t talk about the ending to The Good Wife [from silvercistern’s The Ashes of District Twelve]. Now that has always stayed with me. (Oh no, now I want to cry).

What is your favorite Everlark headcanon or fanon?

Just picking one is an absolute killer! But…I like to think that in Mockingjay, after Katniss had cried herself to sleep when Buttercup returns, that the reason she finds herself in her bed the next morning is because Peeta carried her there. And I like to think that Haymitch was 100% a substitute grandfather, and that the knowledge that the toastbabies would never have the worry of being reaped helped him to heal from a lot of his demons.

sponsormusings is the author of works such as Contract Clause, Drifting Between Grey and Blue, and Portrait of a Victor. She is on AO3, FF and tumblr as sponsormusings.

Hunger Games Aesthetic Time Travel AU (Pt.5)

Saving Peeta will be difficult but not impossible. Saving Rue on the other hand seems nothing but impossible.

Katniss spends two days and two sleepless nights thinking about it, more than ever after she saw Rue down in the training center and had to fight the urge to tear up, and she obsesses over the problem to the point where Haymitch starts eyeing her suspiciously like he knows she’s up to something again and he isn’t going to like it. He doesn’t ask though, and Katniss secretly loves that about him, that he’s always been willing to wait for her unless the situation becomes urgent enough that she needs to get her ass in gear. Then Haymitch has no qualms dragging her along.

So she gets her space to think, in-between whispering in low tones with Peeta as they figure out what they can do and how those skills will be able to complement each other in the arena, and fending off Effie who seems delighted that Twelve’s tributes are so much more well-behaved and almost eager to go along with the Games this year.

They’re less eager and more determined to come out alive. Also, Haymitch is much more compliant with the whole mentor gig this time around. Katniss just really, really hopes that the Effie she grew close to will make a reappearance after these Games.

But. Back to Rue.

The Games will take place in a forest, Katniss recalls, which is more of a relief than she can ever say. She doesn’t know what she’d do if the arena turned out to be a desert or a barren mountain. But forests mean plants, and plants mean medicine, and medicine is just another word for poison.

The thing is, Katniss met a lot of people over the course of the war. And she knew (knows) Prim. She’s met her fair share of healers, of doctors, who – when supplies were short – used plants and herbs with terrifying proficiency.

Katniss will never be one of them, at least not without extensive training, and she belongs on the frontlines more than the medical tents anyway. But she’s picked things up along the way, valuable, irreplaceable knowledge, and one of those things is how to make a person look like they’re dead, down to a nonexistent heartbeat.

Even better – all ingredients needed can be found in a forest. Asphodel, wormwood, dermatophyllum secundiflorum, valerian. They’re not even that uncommon, and the first 74th Hunger Games she was in, she remembers seeing a wide variety of plants. Hell, valerian was one of the flowers she picked for Rue’s-

-resting place.

So she knows what each plant looks like, and she knows how to make the poison. Which means there is a slim, very slim, chance of saving Rue.

She’ll have to do it without letting the cameras catch her, perhaps in the dark of night behind her back. It’ll be difficult, and she’ll probably only get the chance to make one dose since – as the Games proceed and she remains alive – the cameras will focus on her more and more often and more and more closely.

But difficult means possible, and possible is all she needs.

The remaining problems, then, will be 1) when to administer the dose, and 2) how to get the antidote to Rue in the aftermath.

Katniss can play 1) by ear. Maybe she can slip it into Rue’s food and pretend she accidentally picked the wrong food to eat. Either way, she’s not letting the little girl get impaled a second time. Even Katniss – with all her future knowledge – can’t magically heal that.

As for 2), well, dead tributes are airlifted out of the arena by hovercraft. Then they’re dumped in some backroom where DNA might be taken to create muttations, but also where each district’s mentors can go to pick up the bodies, clean them up, and return them to their families.

If there’s enough of the bodies left to return of course.

Katniss knows how to make the antidote too – thank Thirteen’s doctors – and she can do it in the forest as well, find something to store it with, and slip it into Rue’s jacket perhaps, hidden from prying eyes.

But that also means-

“I have rarely ever been as serious as I am now when I ask this question – are you insane, sweetheart?”

“Possibly. I wouldn’t rule it out. Now are you gonna help me or not?”

“You- I- …We’re all gonna die.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Dramatic? I’m being realistic, Katniss! You’re telling me you know a way to kill someone for twenty-four hours without really killing them, and then you want me to sneak into Cryo and revive the body – how is that not completely crazy?!”

“Well you won’t have to sneak in; mentors are allowed in there to pick up their tributes.”

“Yes, emphasis on ‘their tributes’. Have you changed your mind and decided to send Peeta on ahead after all?”

“Do I have to think of everything? This is usually your area, you know. I just shoot things. Look, just go with Chaff and Seeder. Pretend you’re consoling them.”

Pretend I’m- I’ve never consoled anyone in my life! Don’t you think somebody might get a little suspicious if I suddenly start offering my shoulder to cry on? And we won’t even have to worry about that if Chaff and Seeder aren’t onboard with this plan! They’re the ones who’re gonna have to sneak the girl home under their escort’s nose! And then what? You think people won’t recognize a supposedly dead tribute once she’s up and walking around again?”

“For god’s sakes, Chaff and Seeder are good people, you know that better than I do, and just- change Rue’s hairstyle, have her keep her head down. She has like five siblings, and so long as work gets done and the correct number of people sign up for the reaping every year, the Peacekeepers won’t notice the difference; she’ll fit right back in, and at least she’ll be alive!

“…”

“She’s twelve, Haymitch.”

“…”

“Please.”

“…Delivering the girl back to Eleven will be that much harder if she’s breathing again.”

“I’ll try to make one more dose of both the poison and the antidote after she’s airlifted out. I’ll give them to you once I win, and you can pass them on to Chaff.”

“…”

“…”

“If we’re not caught and executed after these Games, sweetheart, I think I might just believe we can do anything.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“Please stop talking. Fuck I need another drink.”

“I suppose you’ve earned it.”

“Damn straight.”

aaltena26  asked:

My birthday is February 18. Could I have Smitty age gap please and thank you?

Originally posted by itadakimasu-letmeeat

Happy, happy birthday @aaltena26! To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @booksrockmyface has written this wonderful bit of Everlark, just for you. Enjoy!!


Dream Come True

Rated: Explicit

Trigger warning: Brief talk of a four wheeler (ATV) accident and a resulting injury ending in amputation of a limb.

Author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope this is all you were hoping for and that your day is THE BEST! Much thanks to thesaltywinteradult for helping me get this story figured out when I got stuck on a transition.

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Peeta remembered staying up late when he was eight years old to see Katniss Everdeen compete in the final archery round in Athens. She had been a frontrunner from the start, especially since she’d just barely missed out getting into the games four years before. She was his first crush.

When he was put in charge of showing the Olympian around campus as the Student Activities Board president, he was beside himself with excitement. He’d get to talk to her. Get her settled into her hotel. Introduce her to the group of students that would gather to see her archery demonstration.

“Calm down, Mellark. She’s just a person.” He told himself as he bounced around in the parking lot waiting for her arrival. “A really hot person you’ve had a crush on nearly all your like, but a person nonetheless.”

A compact car that looked like it had seen better days pulled in and Katniss Everdeen emerged. She was even more beautiful that Peeta could have ever imagined. Her long brown hair hung in waves over her shoulders. The sign, “Dangerous curves” came to mind as she stretched and looked around. She removed her sunglasses and sent a smile Peeta’s way, causing him to suddenly lose his normal ability to talk as her grey eyes landed on him.

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Just For Show

His left hand rested respectfully on the side of her waist, the right clasping her hand gently as they moved around the room to the lively sounds of District One’s orchestra. He smiled at her, a smile full of charm and enthusiasm and flirtation, his eyes bright and engaging.

For reasons she didn’t entirely understand, the sight made Katniss Everdeen’s blood boil.

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Prompt: Envy

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Free Love

Author: @xerxia31

Rating: T for language and non-graphic sexual situations

A/N: Just a bit of gnarly fluff, man :) Peace out!


It was Annie’s idea.

“Come on, man,” she’d laughed, smoke circling her head. “There’s gonna be thousands of hippies, you can sell a ton of your shit!” And then she devolved into giggles. Weed always made Annie spacey.

“Annie, money just supports the establishment, world’s got enough for everybody’s need but not for everybody’s greed!” Peeta watched as Annie fell back on the couch, lost in her own world, and he figured the matter had been dropped.

Until Finnick got back to the yurt they shared.

“Peeta! Did you see this?” He thrust a torn but colourful poster into Peeta’s hands, an image of a dove perched on the frets of a guitar.

He examined the poster closely, looking at the sloppy way the screens had been aligned for printing. Peeta knew he could do a far better job himself. But when he told Finnick that the other man scoffed. “I know that, man, but check out the sweet gig. Music festival, man! Hendrix is gonna be there!”

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It's All a Lie

PROMPT 36: I was watching the movie ‘71 and I got this everlark prompt idea where it’s panem but without the games and there is a rebellion starting in d12 and peeta takes part in it but during a street riot he gets injured and katniss and her dad find him and take him in and take care of him for a while and hide him from authorities looking for rebels. -Submitted by Anonymous

DISCLAIMER: First things first, this story is only very loosely inspired by the film ‘71, a British made film set in 1971 Belfast, Northern Ireland, and the tumultuous times commonly referred to as The Troubles (an apt name if ever there was one. Yikes). If you haven’t seen the film, I highly recommend it, although if you are not familiar with the history, I also suggest brushing up on it before you watch since the film takes the approach that the viewer knows what several acronyms stand for and what the motivations are for all three sides (yes, three) of the conflict. So if you don’t know that, you’ll get lost in the first twenty minutes. And it’s really intense and violent. Like several children die graphic deaths in it kind of violent. Oh wait, I’m talking to THG fandom… Anyhow, you’ve been warned.

Now for the standard disclaimer, I am not Suzanne Collins nor am I affiliated with Lionsgate, Warp Films, or Creative Scotland. In fact, I’m not affiliated with any movie production or book publishing companies on any continent. Which means I have no claim to these characters or their story lines and gain absolutely nothing out of writing this other than the joy of destroying your hearts.

WARNINGS: Rated Teen and up for depictions of violence and executions, equivalence to racism and police brutality, character and child deaths.

My everlasting thanks to @titaniasfics who read through this at the last minute to make sure it didn’t suck completely. All mistakes are mine. I plan on doing a serious round of editing before posting to AO3.

You asked for it, Anon. Hugs and I hope you enjoy, whoever you are! -katnissdoesnotfollowback

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It’s the fire that finally tears me from my dreams. Bending and dancing unnaturally. Alive and reaching out for my father. For my mother and my sister. For me. My body jolts with the force of my waking, and it takes me a moment to catch my breath, to orient myself in my home.

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ohmakemeahercules  asked:

Are you guys still accepting July birthdays? Mine is the 24th. I'd like something romantic and sensual but not too graphic. Ask can include comforting each other from a nightmare or something like that. I'd like them older, mid to late twenties like I am. Thanks if anyone can do this!

Originally posted by darkestofseacrests

Happy birthday to you! Your gift was written by the lovely and talented @historywriter2007! We hope your day is amazing!


Hope, Love, and Promise

Her lungs are burning as they run through the forest, and she knows their only hope is to make it to the cornucopia. Katniss reaches back, searching for Peeta’s hand so she can pull him along with her. She’s faster than him anyway, but with his injury she fears he’ll fall too far behind. The snarls and growls are getting closer, but they can get away. The cornucopia comes into view and it gives them the final push they need. Both of them pick up speed, Peeta is now slightly ahead of her, and he slams into the side of the silver structure. He laces his fingers together, giving her a footing to launch her onto the structure. As soon as she gets to the top she reaches down, grabbing at him, trying to pull him to meet her but the mutts are on him before she can get a good grasp. The dogs pull him back and quickly start ripping at him. Katniss is shooting arrows at the mutts, but they don’t even flinch as they bury into their skin. She keeps screaming his name until the sound of the cannon silences her. The dogs back away showing her his bloody body, and all she can focus on are his eyes, still blue, but no longer filled with life.

Katniss jolts straight up in the bed, arms quickly wrap around her trying to pull her from her nightmare. She feels his breath as he whispers words of assurance in her ear, words she can’t hear over her pounding heart.

She tries to explain her dream. “The dogs got you. You threw me onto the cornucopia, but I couldn’t get you up in time.”

Peeta puts his hands on her shoulders and moves her so she is facing him. “You got me to the top and we survived. Let’s do your list, together.”

She nods, taking deep breaths that are broken by hiccups as she tries to calm down. Peeta reaches over to turn on the light, before brushing the sweaty hair from her face. She stares into his eyes and is comforted by the life she finds in them. He raises his eyebrows, silently asking if she is ready to start. He says the first two words as she closes her eyes before she takes over.

“My name is Katniss Mellark. I am 27 years old.  I live in District 12 with my husband, Peeta Mellark.  We survived the Hunger Games twice. We survived the war.  We are alive.” She breathes again before whispering the last words over and over, “We are alive. We are alive. We are alive.”

When she stops her mantra Peeta lays back on their bed pulling her against his chest. They get situated and he starts lightly running his fingers along her bare arms to her shoulders and down her back. She could feel the heat from his fingers through her silky nightgown, each pass causing her body to relax more.

She is not sure how long this goes on before his deep voice breaks the silence, “Katniss, what is going on? You were doing so well, but in the last couple of weeks your nightmares seem to be getting worse again. We aren’t close to any of the anniversaries, so why is this happening?”

She props her head on her hand looking at her husband, she needs to face him when she told him why she thought the nightmares had returned.

“Dr. Aurelius warned me this may happen when I went off my birth control,” she answers. Confusion takes over Peeta’s face before the realization hits, but he still needs more.

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I think we are finally in a place where your child can be safe. I want us to have a baby.” Katniss has never seen anything so bright, it’s as if all the light from the room is pulled into his smile.

“Then let’s get a good start,” Peeta declares. Before she knows it, his arms wrap around her and she’s on her back. She can’t help but giggle which is quickly swallowed by a kiss, one that puts the kiss on the beach to shame. However, instead of hunger it’s filled with hope, love, and promise. As their bodies meet Katniss has a feeling tonight is the night their future truly begins, and no matter what’s ahead for them they’ll be fine because they’ll face it together.  

Everlark One-Shot: And So We Stagger Towards The Sun

Summary: Nothing lasts forever.  But Katniss and Peeta manage to hold on to each other under the most horrid circumstances.  Loosely inspired by the novel, Let Me In written by John Ajvide Lindquist; and the 2008 movie, Let the Right One In.

Trigger warning: Graphic sex, violence, gore and everybody dies at least once.

Banner by the amazing @akai-echo

Many thanks to my beta, @solasvioletta and prereaders, @chele20035, @famousscreamus, @notanislander and @akai-echo. Sorry with read more, I lose all the formatting.

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Real love is to offer your your life at the feet of another.

—from Let Me In by John Ajvide Lindqvist

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Shipping & Fan Fiction in The Hunger Games Universe

Guest post by muttpeeta

It’s normally considered pretty pedestrian to begin an essay with a dictionary definition, but in the world of fandom, the word shipping has gotten quite a boost in credibility thanks to its recent induction into reputable sources like the Oxford English Dictionary. (Which, incidentally, now defines ship as to “support or have a particular interest in a romantic pairing between two characters in a fictional series”—sorry, couldn’t resist.)

Of course, shipping these days isn’t limited to fictional characters, and it also encompasses relationships between two people that aren’t even canon (for the uninitiated, canon is what’s deemed official according to the original source material.) And there’s probably no more prevalent exploration of ships than in fanfiction.

Fanfiction and shipping go hand-in-hand. It’s kind of impossible to talk about one without the other. While fanfiction is a sort of homage to a work–a book or TV show or movie–and a way to explore that fictional universes you’ve fallen in love with, it’s also a way to delve into the fictional relationships you cherish from that fandom. More often than not, you’re writing about your OTP, or One True Pair, which is, simply put, the ship to end all ships.

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The Busker and The Adman

“Christmas… is not an external event at all, but a piece of one’s home that one carries in one’s heart.” - Freya Stark

Modern AU Everlark, rated M for language and sexual situations.

Summary: Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen are both far from home at Christmastime. As much as they each crave the comforts of family, too much pain dwells in their hearts to go back. Is it possible for them to find what they seek?

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“To Peeta Mellark–the only one among us with a velvet tongue and a heart of gold!” Marvel’s booming voice cheers as glasses clink in celebration of their big, big, big achievement earlier today. 

The buzz from the small group of advertising men and women catches on throughout the crowded bar. Christmas is just around the corner and any celebration, even that of a stranger, is meant to be acknowledged. So hoots, hollers, and high-fives are passed from one person to the next with no regard as to what they are celebrating. 

Peeta Mellark knows what the hubbub is about. His charming style and way with words, not to mention his refined artistic talent, got him what he’d always desired since graduating college. He’d finally earned his very own account with Trinket Cosmetics. The partners at Coin, Heavensbee, and Associates had been so pleased with his pitch that they allowed him to present to the CEO of the corporation, Effie Trinket herself. 

Captivated by his good looks and brilliant effort, Ms. Trinket signed with the agency insisting that Peeta be the senior executive of her account. He and his team of junior executives were told the news after lunch and couldn’t wait to hit the city streets tonight in celebration. 

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Against The Wall- Part One

Prompt: Rye and Peeta share an apartment and Katniss is their next door neighbor. Every week Rye brings home a different girl and they have loud sex (which Katniss constantly overhears). Katniss thinks Peeta is the one with all the conquests, how does she figure out he isn’t? [submitted by Anonymous]

A/N: Modern AU. Rated E for explicit language, graphic sex, and potentially offensive slang. Part One of Three. Contains direct and revised quotes from The Hunger Games books and movies. With many thanks to @everlylark , @jennagill , and @myusernamehere for pre-reading under a tight deadline and to @javistg for being a gracious host and all-around mensch. All mistakes and errors are mine. Sadly, The Hunger Games is not.

Contains lyrics from “Anecdotes” by Joanna Newsom.

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He moved in on a Saturday morning at the asscrack of dawn.

It was the grunting that woke her up, some strange man’s voice barking things like “pivot!” and “higher,” and “no, no, you go first” from the narrow hallway outside her apartment. Katniss rubbed the crust from her eyes, impatiently gouging her index finger into each corner, and laid there, belligerently tangled in her sleep-rumpled sheets, grimacing from the commotion in the hall. A small army, by the sound of it, was hauling furniture into the empty apartment next door. She could hear their names— Mellark, Finnick, and Hawthorne— and although it was bad form to judge people by the sound of their voices, she had the distinct impression that the brothers of Delta Tau Chi were moving into sweet Mags’ old apartment.

She missed her former neighbor already, the afternoon invitations to tea (that Katniss never accepted but appreciated all the same), and the peace and order of the hours the elderly woman kept. She even missed the smell of the mothballs, although, in the scorching heat of late summer, she could still detect traces of it baking its way out of the pores of the walls. When Mags had passed away and her apartment was posted for let, Katniss had hoped that the faded floral wallpaper and the spare room that had been earmarked for Mags’ porcelain doll collection would be a magnet for another sweet old lady.

No such luck, it turned out. That was the downside to living in a rent-controlled apartment in a gentrifying neighborhood— the invasion of the casually affluent hipsters and frat boys who saw an affordable apartment in a working class neighborhood as an opportunity to gain street cred while still living a short commute from their shiny new jobs and the glitzy shops and restaurants further downtown.      

Climbing out of bed, she slipped on her robe and wrapped it around her like body armor, tiptoeing over to her front door and pressing her ear lightly to the wood, curious to glean whatever information she could about the new tenants in apartment 451.  

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on the fantasy of teamwork in Catching Fire

There are a slew of graphics on this website that portray Katniss, Peeta, Haymitch and Effie as a team. They’re all having emotions together about the Quell! They have a team colour! For crying out loud, the initials of their surnames spell TEAM!

Well, let’s interrogate this a little.

We’ll start with Effie. Now, Elizabeth Banks does a fantastic job of portraying Effie in this film, and by virtue of being out of Katniss’ head, the films have more freedom to show her emotions leading up to the Quell. But just because Effie has feelings of sadness and confusion in the eleventh hour, does not mean that she is actually working with the ‘team’ towards the same end goal. Frankly, I find fandom’s unproblematized praise of Effie to be deeply troubling (thanks to Pamela for her lucid comments which I hope to expand on a touch here).  Effie’s job throughout Catching Fire is to groom and train Peeta and Katniss to affirm the values of the Capitol and calm the uprisings in the districts so the Capitol can reign on, undisturbed by the backlash to its systematic oppression. Effie loves her victors, not her tributes. Effie had no qualms about sending Peeta or Katniss, likely both, to die in the first arena. She even saw it as a kindness to pull tributes from impoverished districts to experience Capitol wealth, even though it’s “just for a little while.” Effie’s victors have given her respect and status, and she sees it as her job to help them experience the Capitol and their newfound wealth and status (see: the party at Snow’s mansion). Even with the Quell, when she begins to experience confusion and doubt, she does not question the values and systems that uphold the Capitol’s authority. When she says, “You both deserved so much better,” she isn’t talking about them deserving to live their lives in peace, deserving to never have been subjected to the games in the first place. By winning the Games (by killing people, as Katniss notes) they have earned the right to experience the wealth and status of the Capitol, and that is what the Quell is disrupting. In her eyes, Peeta and Katniss deserve to spend the rest of their lives rich, respected in the Capitol, on television, attending parties. A rebel, Effie Trinket is not. She does not question the values that uphold the system, she questions Snow’s own corrective disruption of the system, and that’s an important distinction.

Effie is working at cross-purposes with Haymitch, whose major goal is to keep Peeta and Katniss alive long enough to make Katniss into District 13’s Mockingjay. (This is actually pretty problematic, since it is done without their knowledge, but I’ll get to that in a minute. I also find fandom’s unproblematized praise of Haymitch deeply troubling, surprise, surprise.) Haymitch reminds Katniss to “remember who the real enemy is.” Effie has no conception of who the real enemy is. She may be upset with Snow for upsetting the status quo (victors live long, luxurious lives bathed in Capitol wealth and the adoration of the masses) but she does not see the system for the evil that it is. While both are aiming to keep Peeta and Katniss towing the party line during the Victory Tour, they are doing so for completely different purposes. Effie is serving the Capitol and the system by keeping everything on script. Haymitch is trying to keep the kids from causing trouble to keep them and their families alive, based on his own experience of having everything taken from him by the Capitol for his defiance during his own turn in the arena. Or possibly, because he’s already playing the long game and trying to keep Katniss and Peeta alive to go into the Quell. But once the Quell comes down, Haymitch is serving District 13’s revolution. (If he wasn’t already; we don’t get a timeline on when he’s brought in on it, but the unity and peculiar behaviour of the victors before the arena suggest that it was probably between the announcement of the Quell and their arrival in the Capitol, at the latest.) Now, with the backing of 13 and the near certainty of Peeta and Katniss’ deaths in the arena without 13’s intervention, Haymitch has no reason to suppress their expression of resistance on a national platform. In fact, his “remember who the real enemy is” statement encourages Katniss’ expression of resistance to the Capitol’s system. But unlike Katniss and Peeta’s determination to die for one another (and, at least in Katniss’ case, the revolution as well) in the arena, his advice to them is to “stay alive” - long enough to be rescued by 13’s hovercrafts.

This is where Haymitch becomes problematic for me. Despite their agreement after the chaos in District 11 that all of them needed to be fully informed of their circumstances (although it was framed as Katniss and Haymitch needing to bring Peeta in, it also worked on the assumption that Katniss and Haymitch were already being open with one another), Haymitch does not inform them of the rescue operation or District 13’s backing. Depending on how early we think Haymitch was brought in on the plans for the revolution, he spends a good portion of Catching Fire lying to Katniss about the existence of 13 and discouraging her from starting an uprising in 12. (It’s worth noting that this is what Katniss believes in the opening of Mockingjay, although we don’t get her rationale.) Because neither Peeta or Katniss are privy to the plan, they each form a plan of their own. Katniss plans to lay down his life for Peeta because she feels she owes him beyond measure; because she knows that she has no hope of making it out of the arena alive; because she knows that as the symbol she is worth more to the revolution dead than alive; and because Peeta’s side of the star-crossed lovers act is real, so he has a hope of making it out of the arena alive and channeling his pain into words that can fuel the revolution (and yes, because she loves him). Peeta plans to lay his life down for Katniss as an extension of his strategy in the first arena, to help her survive and prove he is “more than just a piece in their games,” because she has people who rely on her and he doesn’t, and definitely because he loves her. Haymitch explains why they weren’t brought in on the plan at the end of Catching Fire:

“I still don’t understand why Peeta and I weren’t let in on the plan,” I say.

“Because once the force field blew, you’d be the first ones they’d try to capture, and the less you knew, the better,” says Haymitch.

“The first ones? Why?” I say, trying to hang on to the train of thought.

“For the same reason the rest of us agreed to die to keep you alive,” says Finnick.

[…]

“We had to save you because you’re the mockingjay, Katniss,” says Plutarch. “While you live, the revolution lives.”

Whether Haymitch is right or wrong about this, it is still problematic. Haymitch has made this decision for both Katniss and Peeta without their knowledge or consent. (This is a pattern Haymitch falls into throughout the books, starting with Peeta’s confession during the interviews that put Katniss in the middle of the star-crossed lover strategy, and mirroring itself at the end of the first book when he keeps Katniss from Peeta so he won’t find out that Katniss was acting at the tail end of the Games). Rightly, both Katniss and Peeta feel betrayed by Haymitch for the first part of Mockingjay.

But at the very least, this runs counter to the idea of these four people being a team. Sure, they have overlapping priorities during the Victory Tour, but throughout Catching Fire, they have different, frequently contradictory end goals. They are not a team; they are a group of people manipulating each other for their own ends, and I’m sick to death of fandom pretending otherwise.

Double Hit

So I lied about what the title would be and about getting it up on Monday…but I actually managed to write it and there’s smut, so ya’ll forgive me, right? …right?!?!

RATED E for … you guessed it, graphic smut.

Break (Part 1), Air Ball (Part 2)


Christmas flies by in a mostly lonely haze since Katniss hasn’t built up enough vacation days to drive home yet, and her sister spending money to come see her is out of the question. Prim complained for a few minutes until Katniss reminded her that the money would be better spent on medical school. At least they both had paid for and working internet, so they were able to Skype. Katniss gave Prim a virtual tour of her place. Although Prim had commented on how nice it was, Katniss could tell her little sister felt heartsick for her.

It’s hers but the place still doesn’t feel like home. Opened but only partially unpacked boxes litter the space. She has yet to find time to go get a bed for herself, nevermind any other kind of furniture. All she’s managed to find are some lamps at a second hand store to add depth and variety to the lighting, and some sheer curtains to at least hide the hideous blinds and give her some semblance of privacy.

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Everlark Drabble Challenge: Root for the Home Team!

I was nominated by the awesome drivebyanon with the following prompt: Everlark jealousy wrecks havoc at the Prom or Sporting Event.

I know I’m supposed to challenge someone, but it’s about 2:00am here, and I’m blanking out on people. If you haven’t been nominated or just feel like writing a drabble–message my inbox and I’ll post the prompt for you tomorrow!

Just FYI–I’m not an Oakland A’s hater or anything, I just happen to enjoy the Bay Rivalry. It always makes for an interesting game. I got nothing but love for Oakland!

Though my heart remains in San Francisco.

Summary: A game between the San Francisco Giants and the Oakland A’s brings out the worse in Katniss, especially when she sees Peeta, her almost love, has brought a date with him.

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