#a/u thg fanfiction

[endlessnightlock]

In case you feel like writing this kiss prompt 😍

“Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.”

Peeta frowned at the thermostat. "Who turned the heat up again?" he groused, pressing the touch screen to lower the temperature in the house. He couldn't be sure who the culprit was but had several ideas. It could have been Leia, their youngest at four, who liked to wear her Bubble Guppies bathing suit all winter long. Or maybe Briar, their middle child. She couldn't seem to grasp the concept that sweatpants were better suited to lounging around this time of year over sleep shorts and tank tops.

At least he knew Adam, their oldest, was on his side and keeping his fingers off the thermostat. Their son was as much of a brick oven as Peeta was himself. He still didn't know what it was about the male Mellark genes that kept each of them so hot all the time, even in January.

"Policing the thermostat again?" Katniss asked, entering the living room from the kitchen. She leaned against the wall where the thermostat was located, a cup of coffee in her hand, grinning at him. She couldn't resist teasing him about the constant battle of the hot versus the cold members of their family.

Peeta frowned at her. "If those kids had to pay the gas bill just once..."

"I know," Katniss said, coming towards him after setting her coffee mug on the table sitting next to where they stood. She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "It's exhausting being Dad, isn't it?" she asked him, frowning sympathetically.

As a matter of fact, it was exhausting parenting their offspring. God knew Peeta loved them, but sometimes they were pretty thoughtless. At least Katniss was on his side, he told himself, accepting her kiss.

Peeta had just closed his eyes to maybe---the kids were all at school, and somehow he and Katniss had the house to themselves---take things a little further than a simple kiss shared with his wife when two icy hands slid up the back of his shirt.

"It was me," Katniss murmured, her voice a warm purr that, alongside the prickly sensation of her cold hands on his back, sent his body into hyperdrive. "What are you going to do about it, big daddy? Spank me?"

Peeta snorted, amusement mixing with arousal because she was just so damn cute, but Katniss squeaked out a laugh as he gathered her up in his arms and carried her off to their bedroom.

[inkluvs]

finnick would have all ur fav snacks in his bag btw. little containers full of brownies and packs of gum bc u can’t focus without them and when you’re hungry halfway through class he had bags of chips just for u. also hair ties for when u forget them and ur hair keeps falling in ur face when ur trying to write and he would put the world in his bag for u if he could

[petruchio]

into the mystic (3/3) - 18k

After a broken Annie Cresta wins the 70th Hunger Games, Finnick is given six months in District Four to put her back together ahead of her Victory Tour.

now complete!

[rosaaeles]

I really want to hear some of your odesta hcs if you have any 🙈

omg of course! here are some :)

i feel like i mentioned this in the ficnick, but i headcannon that annie waits up for finnick in his house in the victor’s village on the days when he’s coming back from the capitol. sometimes she does things to keep herself occupied in the meantime like baking or reading or knitting, and sometimes finnick gets back so late that she falls asleep waiting. when this happens, he always carries her to bed, regardless of how tired he is. he’ll put whatever she’s baked on the cooling rack, or he’ll put a bookmark in her book to save the page, and then he’ll join her :’)

after her games, it takes annie years to feel comfortable with being in water again, but she misses the ocean often and finnick is always happy to go with her. they spend countless afternoons sitting on the shore shoulder to shoulder till she’s ready to go.

finnick likes to collect seashells for annie whenever they go. he knows annie likes them, but doesn’t feel comfortable enough with moving closer to the water which is where most of the shells wash up, so instead he brings them back to her. over time she builds quite a collection of seashells, seglass, and driftwood he’s brought back to her. sometimes she likes to braid the shells into her hair.��

annie wears finnick’s clothes often when he’s away at the capitol – especially his sweatshirts and jumpers – because she likes the feeling of being wrapped up in something warm and loose that reminds her of home. when finnick realises, he starts leaving her a few before every trip. by the time he gets back, they don’t smell like him anymore, and annie has to resort to tucking herself under whatever he’s wearing.

the first time finnick hears someone in four making fun of annie, they’re in the market in d4’s main port. he and annie are making their way past stalls leisurely when he hears it. it’s an unmistakably cruel remark, and it’s probably only said because people don’t seem to think annie can hear them when they make these comments. one glance at the girl tells finnick that she definitely has. she pretends not to hear, but finnick notices her posture droop ever so slightly. the boy fixes the perpetrators with a glare ready to put them in their place, but before he can say anything, annie tugs on his hand. “can we go, finn? i just want to go.” finnick wants to tell her that if anything, the people who made the remark should leave, but annie’s gaze is pleading. generally, people don’t make many comments about annie when he’s around too, but he imagines that it must be bad when he’s not.

finnick always does his best to stifle any sound he might make when he wakes up from nightmares, unwilling to wake annie up too. somehow, she always seems to notice anyway -- they’re both quite light sleepers so it doesn’t take much to wake her up. annie almost always seems to know what finnick needs, but she always asks before initiating any type of physical contact. usually, he’s okay with it; practically falling into her arms, but when he isn’t annie limits herself to linking her pinky with his and taking deep and slow breaths until his breathing matches her own.

[barbreypilled]

ppl on twitter have to stop babyposting before I start sharing my Opinions in an Autistic Manner. like seriously I’m about to start talking about either my profoundly silly fanfiction or my extensive headcanons about extremely small details that only I have ever thought about if u keep tweeting in this particular vein

[thestarlightforge]

i have a 30 page script draft due by the end of this break that’s technically just in outline form rn. do i know i can do it? yes (i wrote 15 pgs in 2 days last spring & all the research is done).

but have i nonetheless been writing TBOSAS & Danbeau fanfiction instead for 2 weeks?

😌

I have to finish an assignment by 1 pm tomorrow but I haven't even done 30% of the work and now I'm just speed running it while blasting Taylor Swift and trying not to cry

Hahahha I hate life👍👍👍👍👍

[mondothebombo]

How many parts are u planning on “when you think you’re all alone” having? (Fav ninjago fanfiction ever)

ahhhhh thank you so much!!!

wytyaa will have 8 chapters in total, so this next one is the last one. but!!! i have plans to write one shots/snippets on thgs i wanted to address that just didn’t fit in the main story after its done. i’ve been trying to come up with a series name more clever than ‘alone universe’ lmao but yeah! expect more content on that! i’m also planning on writing an alternate non-canon compliant ending where everyone remembers skybound, don’t ask me how that’s gonna work cuz i have no idea yet lol, but know it’s coming!!

[kald-dal-write]

if it makes u feel better u have inspired me to actually start writing fanfiction and I’m currently trying to learn how to draw bc of u :)

also you’ve kept me in the fandom for like a year and you’ve lead me to meet other thg content creators and become friends with some of them

I’ve developed my ocs better bc of u and they’re less 2d without being full Mary Sue or only just trauma. I actually kinda see them as my children now 🥲

also I’ve never obsessed abt somebody’s ocs or characters in general like I do urs. it’s bc they feel human y’know and ur a great artist

I just love the depth u put into ur characters. it’s like ur pouring ur heart into them, made from love

and I’ve learned abt stuff like Eurovision and fandoms and cultural stuff from u, since I’m Asian American and most of the content I get is from America or Asians

I honestly look forward to every single time u post abt ur characters bc it’s like learning secrets abt ppl and just finding more things to relate to

so what I’m saying is that u r a major part of my life actually, as a content creator for a kid who hyper fixates on writing, art, and thg

you’re a talent and actually somebody to look up to for me online for the hobby I have of writing

and I really hope u feel better eventually, but I want u to know how positive an affect you’ve had on somebody’s life, even if they are across the ocean :)

Aww that's so sweet of you 😭thank you so much, definitely needed it this morning 😪🤧

[ev1llesb1an]

Documentation of my comphet throughout the years 🧍‍♀️

Okay so I thought it’d be funny to talk abt my most intense male fixation eras as a lesbian (idk i’m just shitposting into the void again) judge me all u want (it is probably needed) but i need ppl to understand the real me 🙏

IT CROPPED HALF HIS FACE OUT but i just realised if you aren’t british ur gonna have no idea who he is anyone (he’s lachlan white from emmerdale) omg this was an ERA everyone around me thought i was going insane (i was) but like they just didn’t get it he slayed so hard at a level that will never be reached (literally) also tom atkinson on sex education was like a full circle moment for me omg but anyways i was like 11-12 here these were literally my formative years this changed me FOREVER don’t judge he slayed omg

THIS okay so u can’t even blame me for this one it’s just correct. yes he’s like walking masculinity stereotype BUT he also had depth and was interesting 😌 the fanfics were SO GOOD this is when i really got into fanfiction and accidentally read smut where someone get pregnant in the hunger games 🧍‍♀️i read this one fic that was like x reader AND THEY STRAIGHT UP BOTH DIED but anyways. i read fanfics abt literally everyone thg character (read abt women and convinced myself i was still straight lmfao) but he was the stand out for me. i recently revisited this era and the fics ppl write on ao3 r INSANE omg like what is wrong with u ppl ( i say this lovingly but also wtf )

OMGOMGOMG BEST ERA OF MY LIFE u actually don’t understand u just had to be there. a solid percentage of my brain even to this day is made up of this man. this is like the stupidest thing ever but when i was like 14 i would just mirror his personality (and tone down the arsehole part obvs) so that i could get more talkative AND IT ACTUALLY WORKED nobody in the whole world will ever understand how much he means to me (i don’t rly understand it myself tbh) and ik ppl literally fuckinf despise him but i will not tolerate the dandy mott slander bc he is literally part of my core identity atp i revisit him every few months just to fully reconnect with my inner being. did anyone read Companion? that shit was crazy also i wrote a fic abt him on wattpad and people actually READ IT so anyways best era of my life it truly never got better i rly hit me peak (i had 0 friends) the few friends i had literally told me i talked abt him too much and it made them like me less 💀

this was arguably my most chill era like yea i was pretty obsessive but with marvel it’s so normalised to be so intense abt everything i kinda just fit right in. there’s too much professor fanfiction r u ppl okay 🧍‍♀️ also more actor fanfiction than i have ever seen for any other man in my LIFE but the capitalism went hard during this era the fluff was so good. arguably my most comforting era? idk i can’t rly explain that one

okay so these two r kinda completely different but also (for obvious reasons) the exact same. gotham was my most openly gay era and for that i will forever be grateful HOWEVER the kristen kringle haters were doing WAY TOO MUCH like she’s already dead why u doing her like that constantly (u will see this sentiment echoed later abt someone else hmmm i wonder who) but yea and then YES i was a paul dano lesbian (literally wasn’t out as lesbian at this point lmao) honestly this is probably the era my friends hated the most they would either awkwardly pretend to agree/care abt the shit i was saying or straight up tell me i was delusional 💀 my friends even now still call it my worst era but i LOVED IT kinda solidified my position at the bottom of the hellish secondary school hierarchy but i still had a good time. the paul dani riddler fanfics r next level tho the way ppl would just post STALKER fics constantly with like zero warnings and it was never labelled as yandere 🧍‍♀️i also got in an argument with a writer on wattpad bc they made the riddler and the oc have like a 6 year age gap and they met when she was 10 and he was like 16 💀 other than that good vibes all round

tbh this era was pretty brief i can’t fully explain what happened here like the vibes were immaculate but also insane WHY IS THERE SM YANDERE FANFIC peter parker is so nice but then in fanfics it’s like 👹 but i rly like spider-man HOWEVER this then led me to my final destination on the comphet journey…

omg were finally at the final stop the peak of comphet ( i came out as lesbian within this era ) arguably not my finest hour bc i swore i would never watch criminal minds bc the number of seasons is WAY TOO MUCH but here we are i watched it bc i read too much fanfic abt this man. i have lots of criticism for the fandom but he in himself is acc a rly good character. this was supposed to be like my ethical era but he’s acc killed like a bunch of ppl and thomas gibson is MESSY (don’t cancel me pls i say that lovingly 🫶) the haley hotchner misogyny nearly killed me off i don’t think i’ve ever been so miserable in a fandom and the fanfics kinda take feminism back a few hundred years but pretty good besides that

anyways there is my brainrot i hope the two (at most) ppl who will read this enjoyed 🫶 LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO im gonna say i posted this in honour of international lesbian day even tho that was several days ago

[persephoneprice]

Oh this is fun! I did make a new ao3 acc this year and I’m super bad at keeping up/remembering to bookmark fics so I don’t have very many at all hahahaha

Total Number of Bookmarks: 11

What was your first bookmark? Big Brawls and Yule Balls by saffronfields023 (20/10 would recommend)

What is your most recent bookmark? Close Your Eyes by abyssalplain

Sort by date updated and share the oldest: Also Big Brawls and Yule Balls apparently

Pick a bookmark to share: in the change of the present (we shape the future) by Cat_inthe_Hat

I have a ton of subscriptions but I never remember to bookmark things

Ficback Friday

Ao3 Bookmark Tag Game

Total number of bookmarks: 165

What was your first bookmark: Thicker Than Blood by AnnieOakley1 (Aug 3, 2022)

What is your most recent bookmark: The Flatshare by absnow (Mar 24, 2024)

Sort bookmarks by ‘date updated’ and share the oldest: Each Blessed Hour Brings Sixty of ‘Em by Mithrigil (2011)

Pick a bookmark to share: Every Time I Choose You by endlessnightlock -> Everlark, This Would Have Happened Anyway featuring Katniss threatening Mrs. Mellark 🩶

Tagging: @rainymyx @waywardangel-wilds @triassictriserratops @pinwheelwhirl @youreyesholdgalaxies @realmermaid333 @kehlana-wolhamonao3 anyone who’d like to play!

[sangrialuvr]

tbosas shows how easily we can be deceived by media (just like the people in panem), by deliberately casting a conventionally attractive (white, blond, blue-eyed) man as coriolanus snow, the main antagonist of the entire series. in the novel, he is explicitly stated to use his charm to manipulate people to his advantage and eventually commit murder and betray friends (always for a personal gain). the purpose of this casting choice is to show that conventionally attractive people can also be the most horrible disgusting genocidal pieces of shit ever and that under other circumstances (poc, unattractive, queer, etc) almost all of us would deem him disgusting and irredeemable.

however, as he is conventionally attractive, there are numerous fanfictions about him (note that majority of the popular ones are x reader smut) and a number (not all, pls read) of people are defending him and excusing the stuff hes done. all of these ‘snow fuckers’ have one argument: that ‘hes fictional’.

if he were a character in another franchise, i would 100% agree with them and just ignore them, but thg doesnt have characters. it has symbols. snow is the symbol of the corrupt leaders and politicians of current society. everything he has done has also been done by current leaders and politicians (obv most of this has been covered up by the press. but hey at least we know some of the stuff theyve done). he is the metaphor for real people who have committed actual crimes, and therefore cannot be classified as either ‘fictional’ or ‘character’.

this attitude of the ‘snow fuckers’ furthermore shows how pretty privilege still exists and is extremely internalised, with virtually none of them realising this. (pretty privilege is also rooted in ableism, racism, antisemitism, etc. i do not have the energy 2 elaborate on this rn. go do ur own research. or just sit down and think it through.) if u have any issues with this pls reread the first paragraph.

sure, u can definitely find tom blyth cute (though i personally am uncomfortable with smut about real people) but by thirsting over snow, u have fallen into the media trap laid by suzanne collins when she made young snow conventionally attractive.

[endlessnightlock]

The Weight of Attraction

aka The Thicc Katniss Story

An In-Panem Everlark a/u

Imagine a world where a canon Katniss Everdeen is not a tiny, underfed girl. Picture her as more...substantial. Big ol' butt. A rounded belly. Broad shoulders. Tatas for days. A girl who is much like the author of this story (lol). Transport yourselves to this world, and enjoy your stay.

"I'm sorry, that's all I've got today," Katniss apologized. "Caught some tracks today--- a lynx or something is hanging around my spot. Scared most the game away." 

She didn't add that cold months weren't ideal for hunting. Sae already knew that; she'd spent enough years cooking her "winter special" entrail and tree bark stew to think otherwise. No matter what was in the pot, folks still had to eat. They were, for the most part, grateful to have it. 

Still, the two women frowned at the scrawny hares laid out on the back counter. Realists, both of them, but even they hoped for a proverbial bone to be thrown their way occasionally. Sae sighed. It was a soft little noise that held no trace of censure. "Ah, tis alright. With the roots you brought yesterday, I can make it stretch in the pot. Boil the bones till there's nothing left of them. Still got salt. Salt goes a long way to making anything palatable."

Sae's stand was tucked in a back corner of the Hob. Due to location, it should have afforded some privacy for their trades and conversation. But privacy was difficult to find, and soon enough, a voice that made Katniss cringe piped up from the counter where folks came for a bowl of Sae's stew. 

"What's the matter, not enough meat on their bones? Didn't leave enough in the woods for anyone else to eat?" the man asked.

Katniss had thought she and Sae were alone but of course. Shit. No such luck. Darius invariably showed up at the Hob when she did, like he was equipped with a sturdy girls radar. It wouldn't break her heart if that one bit of luck failed him. It was her turn to sigh. 

Darius was, while not threatening, very much a shithead. Sae insisted he had a yen for Katniss, "pay him no mind. He teases ya like a little boy would in school. Too tongue-tied to make an intelligent remark. Looks like a sick sheep, that one."

If Darius hankered for Katniss's company, bringing up her plump figure wasn't getting him anywhere. Or just commenting on anything to do with her looks in general. 

Not that she found Darius handsome. Blech.

"Keep that up, and you'll be getting nothing in your bowl today," Sae chided the redheaded Peacekeeper mildly. She stayed neutral regarding customer spats, at least in front of them.

"Nar, don't do that. I was only having some fun with her," Darius said. 

On a practical level, because Katniss was nothing, if not that, she knew she was fortunate to have a little meat on her bones living in a place like Twelve, where food was difficult to come by. 

Extra padding in the winter probably kept her from freezing out in the woods, but why anyone thought she wanted to hear their opinion about her body was beyond her. Just because there was a little more of her didn't mean she was open to any and all comments. It made her feel like she and her body were separate beings. There was Katniss, who lived inside her head, and then there was Katniss, who was stuck inside her legs, her ass, her chest. 

"You're a fucking idiot. No wonder you're sitting alone in the barracks every weekend. I wouldn't talk to you either if I were a woman," another Peacekeeper, whose voice Katniss didn't recognize, chided Darius, piquing her interest.

"Ha! I get plenty far with them, thank you very much."

"Sure you do," the other man said condescendingly. "Lots of dates with Sally-five-fingers is more like it."

Katniss had to choke back her laughter; she wouldn't openly encourage whoever was digging at Darius because that wasn't her. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy hearing disparaging remarks slung his way, though. Having her thoughts echoed in solidarity was good for a mood boost. 

After schooling her features into something neutral, Katniss glanced over her shoulder, immediately catching the eye of the unfamiliar Peacekeeper accompanying Darius. 

Despite not knowing him, the new Peacekeeper shot her a boyish grin, and she wanted to laugh at his cheekiness. A charmer, that one. 

Katniss suddenly knew with absolute certainty, call it intuition or the sight or what have you, the Peacekeeper had been looking her over. But not like Darius, who she was sure thought of her like a nice bit of pork at the butcher shop. Katniss was an anomaly in Twelve, where most women were near-skeletal in mid-winter from lack of nutrition. The new Peacekeeper gazed at her more as if she was impossible not to look at. 

It was a silly impression to hold of a man she'd not been formally introduced to. But hold onto it, she did, because she found him more than worth looking at.

Katniss tore her glance from his smiling eyes but scolded herself for her cowardice. It was alright for her to return the favor of looking each other over. Even if scrutinizing the new Peacekeeper left her itchy inside her skin like pins were pricking at every nerve. 

Darius might be tall, Katniss decided, but the new Peacekeeper was much taller. He practically dwarfed her, a near-impossible feat among most men she'd met. 

The man effortlessly bestowed a feeling of not sticking out like a sore thumb on her. Because he wasn't just tall but very broad-shouldered, the sleeves of his white uniform straining over an obviously thick chest and arms. 

A little jolt ran down Katniss's spine at the completely new and unexpected reaction to another person. She even wondered what he might look like underneath his clothes. She'd never contemplated what a man might look like naked. 

Her fingers twitched at her sides, and she clenched them into fists, telling her hands to behave themselves. They couldn't reach out to a stranger.

The Peacekeeper was fair-skinned. His eyes were blue, and his hair was ash blond, like the merchant class who ran the shops in town. His skin was ruddy from the January air and perhaps some embarrassment at nearly getting caught staring at her ass. He didn't realize she knew exactly what he'd been up to. He thought he was in the clear, staring at her ass like he'd been. But no. Katniss was sure of it. He'd been staring at her ass.

"And who might you be?" Sae asked the handsome ass-looker, assessing him casually. She turned back to Katniss and raised her eyebrows in approval. Katniss pointedly ignored her. As if she couldn't see with her own eyes.

"Peeta Mellark," the Peacekeeper said, sliding onto one of the tall stools on the customer side of Sae's front counter. 

"A Mellark. Now that you say it, you look a bit like the baker Mellarks. Surely you're related."

"In town? Yeah, I think so. My dad said we had some far-reaching relations here. I come from Seven," Peeta supplied, unconcerned by the questions Sae most certainly did not pump your everyday 'Keeper for at their first meeting. 

Sae sucked air in through her teeth. "Heard they grew 'em big out in Seven. And they were right. And a Mellark to boot! How interesting. Katniss, don't you think that's interesting?" she added, dragging Katniss's attention away from the width of Peeta's shoulders where her eyes kept invariably drifting. 

Katniss didn't mean to stare. She just couldn't look away from him.

Peeta Mellark met her eye. "Katniss?" 

Katniss nodded her assent, hating the heat in her throat and face. Her voice would have trembled if she'd tried to speak or come out high and thin.

"That's an unusual name," Peeta said as if waiting for more of an answer from her. Like he had to know more about her.

"Our Katniss is a bit of an unusual person," Sae said when she sensed Katniss floundering under his attention. "Takes good care of her family."

"Family. Are you married? Do you have children?"

Sae's smile stretched wide enough to expose those gaps in the back of her mouth where teeth hadn't resided for years at his question. "Our Katniss has no husband or children, just one sister and mother. Tis a pity no one's offered for her yet."

"Sae," Katniss said.

"I have a hard time believing no one's offered for her," Peeta said. 

Sae turned away to ladle stew into bowls and slide them in front of Peeta and Darius, the latter of whom might as well have disappeared with so little attention he was being paid. 

"Maybe she's picky. Those who can care for themselves have room to be so. Perhaps she has no use for men."

"None so far, but I'm thinking that'll change. You got to admit, she's a good-looking girl, right?" Sae prodded.

"Stop," Katniss begged, pressing her back against the wall and crossing her arms over her stomach, wishing she could melt into the sooty walls. She'd developed this stance after puberty hit her right between the eyes---self-defensive and emerging whenever she was nervous or anxious. The goal was to disappear into her father's worn leather jacket, where she wasn't scrutinized as much. 

But she'd left his coat on Sae's back counter. With the thin shirt, she'd thrown on in the wee hours of the morning and promptly forgotten about, crossing her arms over her stomach only accentuated her breasts, pushing them farther up and out until she realized too late there was cleavage peeking out the neckline of her shirt.

Darius made a strangled noise that had Katniss instantly furious. "Wow, you ought to wear that shirt more often. Really brings out...your eyes," he said, definitely not looking at her eyes.

Ass.

Well, that was enough time at the Hob for one day, Katniss decided suddenly. She wouldn't be trotted out like a prize breeding swine on the auction block and then poked fun at on top of it. "You're a twit," Katniss hissed at Darius. She turned away from the three, grabbing her coat and game bag. "Sae, we can settle up later," she said. 

Katniss never settled up later, not when they all existed on the margins, but she was that anxious to go.

"Sure we can," Sae told her. Sounded amused, even.

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Katniss ran into Peeta a few days later at Sae's counter, where he sat working his way through a bowl of stew. Minus Darius, fortunately. 

Katniss had thought about Peeta a lot, but she'd also spent a fair amount of time considering how she would make Darius pay for his comment about her breasts. Maybe ask Sae to slip a pinch of foxglove in his bowl next time he shows up. Giving Darius the shits would do plenty to soothe her mind. 

Dismissing pleasant thoughts of revenge she most likely wouldn't act on, Katniss walked past Peeta to trade with Sae. This time he kept his eyes off her ass as she rounded the counter to the back table. She was a little disappointed. "That's a nice-looking bird," he remarked as she unloaded a pheasant from her bag.

Katniss cocked an eyebrow at him. Yes, Peeta was handsome as they come, but was he asking her to talk to him, a Peacekeeper, about her hunting, which the Capitol most certainly regarded as poaching? 

"Don't worry," Peeta pushed his now-empty bowl across the counter and wiped his mouth. "I wouldn't shoot myself in the foot that way, so to speak. Enjoying the fruits of your labor too much. That's just. Really impressive."

She tipped her chin up, meeting his eye. Any pretense of flirting pushed back. "Alright then," she said. "Just see that you don't, Peeta Mellark." 

He smiled when his name crossed her lips.

After collecting her bowl of the day's stew, Katniss took the stool beside him. They didn't speak much, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

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On a warmer afternoon a week or so later, Katniss was stepping through the scraggly brush leading up to the back entrance of the Hob when Peeta, after glancing around, stepped out one of the rear doors, shoving his face shield up before reaching her side. 

His expression made her frown in confusion. "What's going on?" she asked, tugging on the strap of her bag protectively.

"You can't be here today," he murmurred, tugging on her arm, giving her no chance to broker an argument. He touched her lower back when she resisted and herded her toward the Seam road.

Katniss stared at him in disbelief as they moved, the thoughts inside her head clacking like a sack of coal instead of connecting into coherent thoughts.

"New Head' Keeper," Peeta explained. "This one is bad news. He doesn't let things go like Cray did." He stopped once they were effectively camouflaged behind an oak tree and dropped his hand from her side, stepping back to put a respectful distance between them.

She appreciated his manners but missed his touch immediately. She wouldn't mind a little handsiness from him. Then again, he wouldn't be the respectful man she knew. He'd never even glanced at her ass after the first time.

"Thank you, I guess. Now I owe you one," Katniss told him, hastily shrugging off her jacket and snugging her game bag against her side before sliding the coat back on while Peeta glanced around, making sure they were still alone. 

She should be able to get home unnoticed with her bag hidden that way. But that was just the start of her problems. 

She sighed. She'd have to think of another way to trade until the heat was off. If the heat ever would be off. She'd only known one Head' Keeper her whole life. She didn't imagine it was a position in the corps that opened up often.

Peeta quietly laughed at her disgruntled attitude. "No, nothing owed," he insisted when she scowled at him. "I just wouldn't want to see anything happen to you, that's all."

Katniss caught his eye before looking away and nodding. "Just the kindness of your heart, then," she said softly, heart fluttering in her throat.

"Something like that," he murmurred.

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"This way," Katniss hissed, tugging Peeta's hand to get him going as Peacekeepers raced past his inert form to escape the blaze gnawing its way across the rooftops. Hundreds were flooding out the gates away from the fire. The district was on fire. 

Katniss couldn't leave Peeta behind even if she couldn't budge his big dumb ass, not after risking her life just to get to the barracks and warn him. At least her mother and Prim were going to the lake with Gale; she trusted her friend to get them safely in the woods.

Peeta had gone mute in horror and shock at the sight of the destruction, frozen to his spot like that thick layer of ice that sealed in the lake in deep winter, locked in place until spring thaw. Theoretically, Katniss thought, because he was a horse of a man and she couldn't do it herself, he could be forcibly moved, but it would require much more strength than even she had.

Twelve blazed, the hungry fire sweeping through the district, devouring every structure in the Seam and Town. The fire had started in the Hob, flames engulfing the coal-soaked warehouse like dry leaves in a burn barrel, and a stiff wind coming down from the mountainside kept the fire in perpetual motion, allowing it to consume everything in sight.

In desperation, because the heat of the flames was growing stronger at her back, Katniss stood on her toes and grasped Peeta's face, forcing him down to her. She kissed him; it was hard and insistent and inexperienced. His lips were soft, cold, and unresponsive.

Kissing him had probably been a stupid move, but it roused him from his stupor. When Katniss opened her eyes, Peeta stared at her, wide-eyed in stupefaction. He was breathing heavily. She was breathing heavily, too, her heart skipping a panicked rhythm for all sorts of reasons she had no time to separate into neat, labeled boxes. "Peeta, we have to go. You need to come with me. It's not safe here."

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah, okay," he said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Everything is just gone."

Katniss squeezed his hands and then gave them a light tug. "Don't be sorry. Just move. We don't have much time."

Part 1 of 2

What's this? Katniss and Peeta are thrust together by a joint need for survival? Whatever shall they do? ;)

[aimmyarrowshigh]

44, 54, 74?

44. What is your favorite genre to write?

I think pretty much the only genre I CAN write reliably well is slice-of-life, but I also really like mystery and I want to improve my plotting skills so that I can become more reliable a mystery writer. I'm really not great at Big Plots very often -- which is, I think, why I gravitate towards fanfiction more than working on original stuff. Even when I do write stuff with Big Plots, the parts that I think I do well are the quiet, domestic, slice-of-life moments.

54. What’s the fandom/pairing distribution of your posted fics?

JESS, I HAVE LIKE 250 FANDOMS OF POSTED FIC, WHAT R U DOIGN TO ME

Let's see. Now I have to do Math.

26% of my posted stuff is MCU. 18% is Star Wars. 11% is The Old Guard. 4% is The Hunger Games. 3% is Percy Jackson. Those are the five (discrete) largest fandoms that I've written for, apparently, which actually surprises me -- I would have thought that a larger percentage went to THG and I definitely would have thought I had more 1D fic than Percy Jackson, although I would bet that being open to PJO drabbles but not 1D drabbles contributes to it pulling ahead.

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

I mean, selfishly, of course I wish that all of my stuff got more attention because everything posted on the internet is an affection bid, and I am a cat bonking The Internet incessantly with my little head, begging for pets. But lately I've specifically wanted to see Not In The Answer But The Question get a few more reads because I see people requesting recs for Jewish Bucky or for Soft Stucky and I'm like I WROTE A THING BUT IT WOULD BE DOUCHEY TO TELL YOU I WROTE A THING! But at the same time, it's freakin' Stucky and there are a thousand new fics a day, so I'm not, like, SURPRISED that it got swallowed up. Especially since it's only rated T.

[petruchio]

hello!! chapter one of my finnick/annie prequel fic is now up on ao3. please please please read it if that’s at all of interest to you. ok that’s all for now love you bye!!!

[bluejello]

it’s terror time (again) - chapter 8

title: travel time summary: With news of a cure, Haymitch and Effie plan a trip to find the last known location of District 13...

excerpt: 

Haymitch was bored. 

It had been three days since they had returned from the Hatch with the news of a possible cure. Haymitch was adamant they were not going to return again, so Effie had grabbed an abandoned bag from the bunk room and filled it with papers from the underground lair. 

She then proceeded to spend most of her time going through them and jotting notes down. She stayed up late and would go to her own bedroom to not disturb his sleep. One night, she even fell asleep on the couch in the middle of reading something.

This meant less time paying attention to him. 

He wasn’t needy by any means. He had had his fair share of partners earlier in his life, shortly after the Games and after the zombies had somehow become the norm. Some women recognized him, some didn’t-- he didn’t care as long as they satisfied him in bed. It took a while for him to care about whether they were satisfied, but even then, he felt like everything was being done out of obligation. He didn’t need to sleep with them or pursue anything further. 

When one woman suggested they should continue to fuck for the sole purpose of repopulating after the horrific amount of mass casualties happening across Panem, he had sworn off of everything and committed to living by himself with only alcohol as his company. 

Of course, that only lasted for a couple of years before the kids became a part of his life. 

And with the kids came unintended celibacy. 

Until Effie.

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