#and sometimes i write gale hawthorne

[mxllitiam]

gale's rejection does not come with any thought attached behind it, but even if he had the energy to pay katniss any mind now, he'd likely do the same. a woman married to the capitol's sweetheart -- what would the tabloids say if they saw her leaving his room, alone? maybe they'd be enough freaks to speculate about something between the two cousins, he wouldn't put it past them. either way, this is who she is now. katniss has become a pulsing reminder, a living, breathing capitol thing. he doesn't want to see her this way, but he does, even if he tries to push it to the back of his mind. he looks at her and sees only all the things he's missing, all the things he's never, ever getting back; the quiet days in the forest and shared laughter over some squirrel stew. she's a wax model of the best friend he grew up with.

his face furrows itself at her sudden anger, head shaking minutely. "what good would it do," he echoes in a murmur, what would any other time be a booming argument already starting. he's so tired. the kind of tired that seeps into his bones and sleep can't fix, the kind of tired he felt at his father's funeral. when it wasn't about having stayed up all night, it was about how comfortable the ground felt, how easily it could swallow him up if he just laid six feet under it, perhaps. "i could save her. keep her safe. i wouldn't have to bury my last fucking parent. that's what good it'd do." his voice is cold, even if it lacks the usual fire. he'd find his anger soon, he's sure of it. everything has been grating, lately. everything sucks up his energy and makes him feel like his skin is raw and irritated.

she is trying, of course she is. gale never doubted she would, and the implication makes him huff an annoyed sound. "am i supposed to be comforted by that? that she gets to die with -- what, dignity, trying to come back to her kids, rather than giving up? okay," he nods, and there it is -- the familiar anger. here is the catch: there is nothing katniss could say that would make this better. here is another catch: there's nothing that katniss can say that can't be twisted against her. he's in a mood, which is less the usual chip that would hang onto his shoulder for dear life sometimes, and more the fact that he's grieving his mother. he sits in a room, away from his siblings, and he watches his mother sleep, knowing she has another one, two, three days left. he's not an optimist. twelve hasn't had a victor in forever, and they just wasted all their luck last year. they're not getting another one. "why haven't you sent her anything yet?" the question sounds like a weapon on his tongue, and maybe it's telling, that this is the first time he turns to look at katniss. "she's already thirsty, hungry. they don't have any weapons, any defence. where's all the money you say you have?"

gale's rejection aches. it's something she has picked up on the last year, with all the turns of her life, because she's changed yet he has remained, or, well, he should have remained. he doesn't. he pushes her away unless she behaves the way the old katniss would, and it wounds her because she's desperate to be that half-wild girl in the woods with him again, but she's not. so she overthinks. she pulls away, seeing the only way of comfort she has doesn't work on him — it's all trial and error now, especially after the dead silence after the wedding, and now this, his mother dying in front of him because of her. it's probably selfish to think of herself in a moment like this. that gale would think of her in a moment like this — she hadn't, after all — but her heart is a beastly, selfish thing, and katniss decides she must simply tighten its chains when she's near gale, especially now.

"gale, shut the fuck up." it's by little katniss does not smack him for his stupidity, for his foolhardiness, for the sincerity of saying what they both are thinking and wishing they could do. "what good would that do, even if they had let you go? do you think hazelle would let you sacrifice for her? she'd die a hundred times for you if she could." that's a mother's love; from the moment she's entered the train, all hazelle thought and talked of was her children, the ones she had given a name and a home, and the ones who just wandered around like wildlife, like katniss. she had been selfish then, crying away, and she is selfish now. angry with herself and exasperated by the entire situation, she reaches forward and takes gale's hand into both of hers — her resolve dies a little as she notices the marks, so familiar because she's made them all over herself this past year, but she masks the sadness with obstination.

"gale." she beckons, as soft as she can. "i talked to her last night. she's been down this whole week, but last night, she said she would try. for you, and the kids. can't you see she's trying?" the four had been a slap to the face. katniss had been so furious she had avoided hazelle until the very last moment, but they had gotten that moment, while the others hadn't. she bites at the corner of her lip, but stands her ground. "we've got a shit load of money from these people. we're goin’ to help her the moment she really needs it — which is not now. she's good, away from danger. chandler's got her." for now, she thinks, chancing a look at the screen, but knows better than to push more of her negativity on that pile of nerves and anger next to her.

[endlessnightlock]

From the 150 Random Writing Prompts, what about #32 - text me when you’re home. Giving me modern au vibes of the her phone call / "Katniss, I live three houses away from you."

"Wait a second. I'll walk you out," Katniss says, stopping Peeta at the front door.

Gale is already glowering at her from his spot at the kitchen counter. She's not sure why he cares: he spent the entire night talking fantasy football with some guys from his work. So she ignores him. He needs to chill out, the insecure baby. Gale pisses her off sometimes. He's never liked her to have friends who haven't received the Hawthorne stamp of approval. It wasn't this big of an issue until she moved in with him. She's starting to think cohabiting with him is the worst mistake of her life so far. His issues are getting worse. Cripes.

Peeta waits for her by the door, zipping up his blue fleece coat while she slips on her shoes to follow him outside. Silently the two of them head out the front door. It's cold out on the front step, that damp, chilly weather that soaks through your skin, chilling you to the bone.

"Thanks for coming over," Katniss says, hugging herself for warmth. "I wasn't sure whether you'd make it."

Peeta laughs. "I wouldn't dream of it. The house is nice," he says.

"Yeah. Gale spends most of his spare time working on it."

"That must be nice. Saves you money that way."

Katniss shrugs. It's no concern of hers what Gale does with his money. It's not her house.

"So Gale. He seems nice," Peeta says.

She gives him an incredulous look. "Not really."

"He's not so bad."

"He can be a pretty big dick," Katniss says, stamping her feet on the ground to get the blood moving through her legs. "Like tonight. He gets jealous sometimes."

"Hmm. Well. Can't say I blame him."

"It's stupid."

Peeta fidgets with his keyring, swinging the set around on his ring finger. "Well, as much fun as debating your boyfriend's virtues are, it's freaking freezing out here. I'd better head home. Got an early start tomorrow."

"Yeah. of course. But Peeta---Gale's not my boyfriend," she says.

"Oh. I just assumed."

"No---god, no," she says. "I'm like his little sister or something, crossed with his mom? I don't know how to describe our relationship. It's weird. He's over-protective."

Peeta looks away from her, scratching behind his ear.

"Will you text me when you get home?" she asks on a whim, wishing she could ask him to stay instead. A way to extend the night with him, at least by a few texts.

"Now, who's being over-protective," he says. His voice is soft like he doesn't want anyone to hear like they're sharing a secret.

His smile is warm. Pleasant heat, like the slow path of whiskey making its way into her belly. That's what it stirs in her. "Shut up," she says, smacking his arm lightly with the back of her hand.

"Katniss. I only live about a block away. Three streets. It takes me maybe fifteen minutes on foot."

She knows that. Still. "It's dark and cold, and I want to know when you're there. Humor me. It'll mean I'll sleep better tonight."

"Alright," he gives in.

Katniss steps closer to him. Before she loses her nerve, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek. "Thank you," she murmurs, lowering herself to the ground and stepping away, already embarrassed by her actions. "Talk to you soon."

[lilithslittleworld]

Character list!! (Requests are open)

Hello all! I'm compiling my first masterlist (I'm pretty new to all of this tbh) but I thought I'd do a little overview of what characters I write about/with and in what areas!

Divergent series:

Four (Tobias Eaton): fluff, angst, one shots, headcanons, smut

Tris: fluff, angst, one shots, headcanons, smut

Peter Hayes (SOO underrated imo): fluff, angst, one shots, headcanons, smut

Christina: fluff, one shots, headcanons, some smut.

Probably anyone else upon request unless I really dislike them.

Will: fluff, one shots, headcanons, and some smut.

Harry Potter universe:

Harry Potter: fluff, one shots, headcanons, smut

Weasleys: Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George: all fluff, one shots, headcanons, angst, and smut

Tom Riddle: some fluff,one shots, headcanons, smut, and angst.

Hermione Granger: fluff, headcanons, one shot, and smut.

Luna Lovegood: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Draco Malfoy (sometimes): angst, smut, one shots, and headcanons.

Marauders era: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black: fluff, angst, smut, one shots, and headcanons.

Twilight saga:

Bella Swan: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Cullens: Jasper, Alice, Edward (sometimes), and Carlisle upon request. All: fluff, angst, one shots, and headcanons. Smut: Alice, Jasper, and sometimes Edward and Carlise

Quileutes/Pack: Jacob, Jared, Sam (sometimes), Embry, Quil, Paul, Leah, and Seth (only fluff, absolutely no smut unless it's in the future aka everyone is an adult) All: fluff, angst, one shots, and headcanons. Smut: Jacob, Jared, Quil, Embry, Leah, Paul and sometimes Sam, sometimes.

Top Gun Fandom

Maverick: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Rooster: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Hangman: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Phoenix: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Bob: fluff, headcanons, and one shots.

The Hunger Games Series

Katniss Everdeen: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Peeta Mellark: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Gale Hawthorne: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Finnick Odair: fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, and smut.

Anne With An 'E' Series

Anne Shirley Cuthbert: fluff, headcanons, one shots, agnst.

Gilbert Blythe: fluff, angst, headcanons, and oneshots.

Diana Barry: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and angst.

Jerry Baynard: fluff, headcanons, one shots, and agnst.

Cole Mackenzie: fluff, headcanons, and one shots.

[periwinckles]

Please tell me you have a middle name.

The night you turn eighteen you get a soulmark. Katniss is obviously not expecting to get any, because she is too busy to be interest in romance at all. (in Panem, No Games, Everlark)

I’m not bothered at all when I wake up the morning of my eighteenth birthday. It’s just another regular day. 

I go on with my routine: out of bed, cold glass of water, getting dressed. It’s still dark outside, but I always go to the woods before dawn, ever since Gale joined the mines. It’s hard and long work, now that I go by myself, but spring days are the best for hunting and foraging, so a big haul is to be expected today. 

Then after that, school. I’m pretty sure I’ll fly under the radar, with so many birthdays around this time of year. It’s not just some weird coincidence. Most students have their birthdays in the spring and summer months. No one really comments on it, but everyone knows how hard it is for a newborn to survive its first winter in district twelve. Autumn baby’s are a little more common, but not by much. So, once spring rolls around, there’s at least two or three birthdays every other day, and it keeps everyone distracted. No one will remember mine, for sure. No one except Prim.

I’m not even done with putting my socks on, when my sister wakes up, and in a fast jolt starts inspecting my arms and hands. 

“Well? Where is it?”

"Where 's what?”

Prim gives me an annoyed look at my feigned ignorance. Yes, I know. Soulmarks. We get them the night before our eighteenth birthday, and they are supposed to help us find our soulmate, our partner in life.  Usually they come up like dark brown lines, something like a dark tan, in the shape of your soulmate's name initial. Location may vary, but soulmates get them on the same exact spot. Sometimes you get more than one letter, but that’s the exception, not the rule. 

“I don’t know, I didn't care to look.” I tell her as I finish getting ready. “I’ll be back with breakfast.”

I was actually a bit anxious the night before Gale’s birthday, two years ago. Not that it would mean anything if he showed up the next day with a K. Platonic soulmates are rare, but not unheard of. Still, I breathed out with relief when he showed up with no soulmark at all. 

“I guess I’m free from all this nonsense. “ He said with a shrug.

If Gale Hawthorne is lucky enough to be soulmate less, I’m pretty sure that’s my fate as well.

I’ve seen a couple of marks so far. Delly Cartwright was the first in our class year to show it off. She’s one of the rare winter babies to make it to adulthood, and when her eighteenth birthday came up in December, she stood brightly in front of the whole class and asked for everyone’s middle name, writing it all down.

“She has a T on her forearm.” Madge whispers to me, even though I can perfectly see what she’s showing off to everyone. “There are no T’s in our class.” she elaborates. “She will need to broaden her search, but I guess she wants to rule out middle names first.”

Five months later and Delly still hasn't found hers, if the huge folder that she carries around all the time, is any indication.

There were a few more whisperings about soulmarks popping up here and there, but last month is when it really picked up the pace. Not that I pay much attention to it. I usually only hang out with Madge Undersee and she’s not really much into all of this either. She  has hers already, I think. I'm not sure exactly when her birthday is, but she’s definitely eighteen already. I guess she keeps it hidden, which is exactly what I would do if I had one. 

I make my way through the snare line with ease, collecting our prey, taking my time to enjoy the few hours of freedom I can. I even get a few squirrels that I’ll try to trade at the bakery later. Prim will be ecstatic if I get a couple of cookies or a small cake for today. When I’m back at the house, soulmarks are nowhere near my mind. 

“Happy Birthday, Katniss.”

My mother greets me with a smile that I only half return. She kisses my cheek as well, and I let her, but that’s where I draw the line for physical affection from her. I still haven't forgiven her from checking out when my father died and leaving everything to fall on my shoulders. Me. An eleven year old who had just lost her father.

If she wants to ask about my soulmark, she doesn’t. But I notice the way she exchanges looks with Prim. She knows I have a hard time saying no to Prim, whatever it is.

“Aren’t you really going to look for it?” Prim finally asks.

I place my tea cup on the table, and she squeals once I start removing my jacket. Might as well get this over with, and it will go faster if I have their help. As soon as they see I’m clear of marks, I’m free to move on with my day.

Having a healer for a mother, and a future healer for a sister, means they are nothing but methodic. They start with my scalp, examining every inch of my skin. Some soulmarks are quite large, others very small. You never really know what you’re getting, or where, so you really need to pay attention. 

“Nothing on this arm.” Prim says as she moves on to my ribcage, but a small gasp from my mother makes her fingers freeze.

“Your calf.” My mother says. She still has her fingers wrapped around my left arm, but the mark in my calf is so visible I don’t really know how none of us saw it as soon as I had my pants off. 

I sit down and bring the leg up for close inspection. There it is, dark tan, with flowy and delicate lines, a true indication of my soulmate’s gentle demeanor. 

“I knew it would be you.” I tell Prim with a broad smile.

I have a P in my calf, and that’s even better than not getting a soulmark at all.

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[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 28

This has been a hell of a chapter to write so PLS comment or like if you liked it!

MASTERLIST

taglist: @crimsonincursive

28. I stand with the Mockingjay

Three days pass and nothing changes. President Snow is being captured in a palace with a beautiful garden, surrounded by his beloved roses and you can’t help but think that Alma Coin is trying to make an example out of it. Presidents should be treated with kindness and respect even after being captured. You can torture civils and guards if you want, but not the President. It’s just a coincidence that she is a president. 

Katniss is always with Prim, she reads her stories and she sings for her, while her mother is catatonic again, staring at the wall for hours. You sometimes talk to Katniss, but you can sense she is desperate, she stares at her sisters for hours and hours and she doesn’t talk to Gale Hawthorne anymore, which means she knows something about the theory about Snow and Coin.

Peeta is a little better. He has to continue the therapy and he spends an awful lot of time thinking he is in the Capitol being tortured, but now he knows that he loves the Mockingjay, he knows he is not in danger anymore and he even remembers some things.

He is a patient of Doctor Aurelius too, but today she wants to see you.

«So, how's it going today? Do you want to tell me something?»

«The nightmares are a little better.» You can tell her that. You have to deny all the other things, because she is on Alma Coin’s payroll and you may like her but you definitely don’t trust her. «And when I wake up Haymitch helps me.»

«Haymitch is your boyfriend.» She asks, but you don’t know why. She knows him, she’s seen you with him.

«Yeah.» You answer her nonetheless, because it’s the polite thing to do. And he hates the term, by the way. He keeps saying he is too old to be anyone’s “boyfriend” and “partner” is more than okay.

«He is a victor too.» She points out, maybe in a sense that tells you “He needs to be helped too”. You know it, every victor should be in therapy, but he in particular is a stubborn mule. Maybe after all this mess you will insist.

«He was my mentor. Like Annie and Finnick. And we fell in love. Are you going to tell me he is not right for me?»

«No, Daisy. You know what it’s right for you. I was just wondering if you thought about what we talked about last time.» 

You thought she wanted to ask you only about the murder, and it would’ve made sense, but Dr. Aurelius wants to know about your life, so you told her about Portia’s offer and how it makes you feel. 

It felt safer than talking about Caius or Clark, at the beginning. 

«He doesn’t know that. It’s not exactly a priority right now.»

«And you still want to go to learn from Portia?» 

«Yeah I mean, I like clothes very much. I like making clothes, you have that perfect image in your head and then you try to sketch it and in the paper it’s not sure, but then you cut the fabric and you sew and you embroidery… and it’s yours. It’s exactly how you wanted and you can have it because you did it. It’s fantastic.» You explain, quickly full with enthusiasm. 

Since you were little you’ve done dresses for your doll, Olivia, with little pieces of fabrics that Holly couldn’t use anymore. She wanted you to learn, because in the district life is hard if you don’t know how to do things yourself. She made you learn how to clean, how to cook, how to hunt (that’s not something you want to do) and a lot of other skills but you really enjoy sewing, you’ve always done it even when it wasn’t a necessity anymore. You used to do it for your friends and for their dolls, when they had them. 

«But you don’t want to stay away from Haymitch.»

You just shake your head, aware this is not right, it’s a person, not an addiction. But you don’t think you would be happy without him. «He hates the Capitol.»

«What about District One or Two? They are very close to Capitol City, so you can take the train everyday.» 

This is actually a good idea. An idea that could save the day, if you survive the last straw of the revolution.

You go out of the psychologist with a great headache and you decide you need to be in your room. Your room is not even yours anymore, you spend all your time at Haymitch’s room or the hospital and Effie is always there with Portia. And here you find her, alone, so you open your arms and you cuddle against her. 

«Friend.» You request with a little pout. Effie and Haymitch can’t resist a pout or big eyes. Then again you always want to snuggle against them and they humour you more times than not, so perhaps they just like to spoil you a little. Their last tribute.

«Of course!» She pats your head. You can only imagine the state of your hair right now. «Is everything okay? Is it Little Prim?» 

«No, she is stable. I just missed you.» You get to be whiny and spoiled with her. When you are with Haymitch he is your partner, so you can ask for a cuddle but you also have to prove to him that you are independent, and if you would try to act like this with Holly she would scream to you to stop it. Effie is different, she enjoys being the big sister and you get to have a holiday from being the strong one all the time.

«Haymitch told me he loves me.» You confess after a while. You don’t even know if you can say that to her, it feels a little like cheating. You don’t completely get people like Haymitch or Perla, so private. When you are happy you want to share it with the world, you want to scream it to everybody and you are glad to hear it from others.

«That’s wonderful news!» She hugs you again. «In times like this I-»

She can’t end the sentence, because two guards burst into the room. The door was closed, so they had a passepartout. They could have entered any time, you realise with a shiver down your spine. District Thirteen is a horrible place. 

«Miss Trinket, President Coin requested your presence for an interrogation.» The guard orders, and you watch her in disbelief. For an interrogation? About what? Effie has been nothing but perfect in this dreadful district since the moment you arrived. Much more perfect and well behaved than you.

«Miss Trinket has immunity.» You get up, shielding Effie with your body. Effie is taller than you, but she is so frightened and you, well, you did the Hunger Games, you are strong. The guards are not impressed, though.

«Not anymore.» Is the only answer you get. 

It makes sense. You got arrested, you don’t have immunity anymore, let alone give it to other people. 

Still, Effie was part of the revolution. Maybe not from the start, but she was. She was the one who said to you to hold on during the Games, she was aware of the plan and she is Cinna’s friend, she is not an enemy. She was a face of the Hunger Games publicly of course, being an escort for Twelve, but so was Plutarch being a Gamemaker.

You try to take their hands off of her, but they immediately out strong you and you see this scared, afraid woman in a grey jumpsuit taken away from you.

No, no, no, not Effie.

«Let her go, she didn’t do anything!» You scream.

«It’s just an interrogation.» The guard tells you, but you don’t believe him. If you let her go you will never see her again, and she doesn’t even have a bracelet.

«She is part of the revolution!»

Just for a moment you think you will hurt that man, but the blonde woman sees the glimpse in your eyes and stops you before you could do anything you would regret.

«Find Katniss or someone who could help us.» She instructs you, so calm despite the situation.

Not Effie. Not again.

You run as fast as you can, but you don’t know who to run to.

It’s Perla who finds you before you could catch her, though. She is still in bad shape and she has bruises all over her body, but she is up.

«They have Cinna.» She pants.

«Cinna?» You ask, worried.

«All the people from Capitol City. Cinna, Portia. Cinna was with me, I was about to leave the hospital and they took him.» She has trouble breathing, her face is so red you want to let her sit down, but you have more urgent problems now.

«They have Effie too.» 

«It doesn’t make any sense! Cinna basically started the revolution! Portia and Effie were part of it. I don’t understand.» She is panicking. You start to think about who you could call for help, because you have no idea. The victors have little power over Coin, and Plutarch never listened to you one day in his life.

You rush into Haymitch’s room, but he is not there, so you try to go into the hospital room to see Finnick, but he has vanished. You don’t get it, you don’t understand and you try not to be scared, but there is no chance Haymitch would have gone without telling you.

He doesn’t know about Effie, you reason. He loves Effie, she is his friend. He will help you.

If he is somewhere. What if they took him too? 

You go to the hospital again, thinking that maybe Finnick and Lora are there, but you only find Mags.

«Mags!»

When you spot the old woman in the hospital you are so relieved. She is still there. The grandmother with grey hair and a sweet smile, who has been in the hospital since she was retrieved. You nearly forgot about her.

Then you remember she doesn’t talk and she barely remembers you.

«Where are all the victors? Where is Finnick?»

She gestures something, but you are too on the verge to understand anything. Fortunately for you, Perla is more intelligent than that.

«They are in a room with President Coin?» She asks, and finally Mags nods.

Snow is captured and the victors are in a room with Coin, something big is going on.

Finally they open the door and all the victor go out. Finnick and Annie storm out of the room so quickly they practically bump into you, and Peeta looks at everyone with sad and judging eyes. When Katniss passes next to you she doesn’t even see you. Perla decides to follow Finnick, and you kinda think it’s the better choice instead of Haymitch, but you have loyalty to him.

Johanna Mason eyes you with a smirk. You don’t know what she has to laugh about. You don’t like Johanna very much, it’s like she brings trouble, and the only times she met you she always smiled at you kinda cruelly. The dark haired girl has been through hell like you, but she’s definitely not your favourite victor. 

Haymitch is the last to exit. His face is blank, but you can sense he is not right and his hands are trembling. He looks like he wants to drink so badly you just want to hug him forever and take him away from this madness. 

«Haymitch!» You call him, and you jump into his arms for comfort. «They took Effie.»

Now everything will be okay. The victors love Effie. They will rescue her one way or another, Haymitch and Finnick always know what to do.

«They did what?» He wants to know, and he is shocked. If he doesn’t know about the imprisonment they didn’t talk about it in the room.

«They took Effie for an interrogation.» You say again. «We have to go, we have to save her. They wanted information from her.» 

«Good.» Johanna gets in the conversation. «She is Capitol.»

«She is part of the Revolution.» You snarl. You almost assaulted a guard before, you can hit a victor now. Actually you want to punch a victor now, a victor like Johanna Mason from District Seven, but you are adult enough to stop yourself. 

«Once a Capitol, always a Capitol.» She talks back. Haymitch must see your expression, because he takes your hand.

You don’t handle well violence under stress.

«Johanna.» Haymitch growls. «Stop it.»

«Oh don’t be such a hypocrite! You voted with us.» The District 7 Victor reveals, and you don’t get it. There was a votation in the room? Is that why Finnick and Annie were so upset with everybody?

«What did you vote for?» You have a bad, bad feeling.

«I’ll explain in my room.» He tries to cut it off, but the woman interrupts his words again with a satisfied grin.

«New Hunger Games.» Johanna explains taking his place. «With Capitol kids.»

New Hunger Games. New… it’s not possible. Coin really thought it was a good idea. Kids from the Capitol being reaped. The Games, the television, the arena. Memories creep in your mind and you have to close your mouth with your hand, free from your boyfriend’s. 

«W-what?» You barely manage to talk. 

This is not possible, this is not true. The Games are part of your nightmares. They are all the victor’s nightmares. They were supposed to end forever.

«Sweetheart…» He searches for your eyes, but you don’t see anything. 

«This is not true. Haymitch would never.» You look at him. «You didn’t vote yes, right?» 

Haymitch is many things, he is an addict, he is rude, he is not gentle and he is rough more times than not, but he is not cruel. He is not one for vengeance on innocent people, and they are innocent people.

You are District Twelve by luck, or the leaking of it. If you grew up in the Capitol, that wouldn’t have made you a bad person. Yes, maybe a spoiled one, but not bad. Not all Capitol citizens are pro games. Not everyone is rich. 

And kids. Kids the same age Snow bombed. Or Coin bombed. Kids the same age you teached for. 

«It’s complicated.»

«Not really. Did you vote yes?» You start to shiver. Your world is collapsing. In these months the war was upon you and you were about to die, but Haymitch was a certainty. A good man. A man of honour. The man you are in love with.

«…Yes.» He sighs.

He tries to hug you, but you take a step back. His touch is weird now, this is not your Haymitch. «Don’t you dare.» You spat. 

Your head is spinning. Other blood, another game, another television show. Nothing is changing from this revolution, just the name of the tyrant. 

«Sweetheart, please.»

«Kids, Haymitch! Cinna’s family. Effie’s family. They are with us. Capitol doesn’t mean Snow… how is that fair?» Ivy is a Capitol kid, you want to scream. The sweet girl you saved, the sweet girl he saved.

«You have to understand-»

You slap his hand because he wants to stroke your cheek and right now you can’t handle his touch. «I don’t have to do anything! Now we save Effie. Then we can discuss.»

It takes hours to finally make them release Cinna and Portia. Coin has no leverage against them, they are part of the revolution since the beginning, and the President just wants to get them out of the way because she wants the Capitol to be the enemy. 

Effie has to stay in the cell for now, for “dubious connections”, but you can pay her a visit. Dubious connection, you don’t have any clue on what it means. Maybe her parents are on Capitol side, or her friends from her past life. Or maybe it’s just an excuse to keep Haymitch and you on track, because she knows you love her.

The room is little and grey, without any window. It’s claustrophobic, tiny, you can’t live in a place like this for more than two hours without screaming. No air whatsoever. There is a - grey - bed and a bucket you really don’t want to know what is used for.

«Darling girl.» She approaches you and she is trying to smile, but you can see she is frightened. 

She is not a fighter. She is a TV host. An escort. Yes, she reaped the names of the kids, but she is not a mastermind, she doesn’t have a great plan, and she is an active part of the revolution you morons.

«I’ll take you out of here.» You promise her, reaching for her hand. She is cold, and you didn’t think about bringing her blankets. 

«You are in danger too.»

«I don’t care, Effie. You will be free.» You smile through the tears. «You have to host me in Capitol City, okay?»

You are scared too. If the new games are real nothing reassures you Coin won’t torture her to get informations or kill her like she is about to do with President Snow. 

«Okay.» She reassures you. «I promise.»

«Good, a promise is always good. You promised. I promised I would outlive the Games and I did it. Don’t break the promise, Effie.»

You hug a little more, until a guard tells you to exit. When you go out of the room you start to walk really fast, because Haymitch is behind you.

«If you just-» He begins, but you are furious this time. No amount of kisses and caresses will fix this.

«If I just what?» You turn around and face him with fire in your eyes. «And what? Your precious mockingjay said yes and you followed her?» This is mean. Katniss is a broken child herself but damn it, she should know better. You are angry at her too. Prim is the same age as Capitol kids. 

«…Yes, but-»

«Kids, Haymitch! Capitol kids are still kids!» You shout, and you don’t care if all the district watches you. You are on a black list anyway, not really beloved by Thirteen. You are definitely the next after Effie. 

«Don’t scream, it’s dangerous.» He whispers and takes your shoulders, but you scoff him away.

«I don’t give a flying fuck! You condemned kids. There will be a new mentor. A new you. A new Effie and a new me, but maybe she will be Prim’s age! Are you ready for it? You will watch it on television, I bet it will be mandatory.»

«Look at me.» He takes your wrist and dear heavens you are about to slap him. «Do you trust me?»

«I trusted you.» You reveal. You trusted him with your life, and you still trust him that he thinks he is doing the right thing, but if he’s doing it to save Katniss he is trading a child for a child. 

«Remember who the real enemy is, Daisy.» He murmurs. 

Coin. He wants to do something about the Coin situation. He probably knows everyone is in danger as long as she is in power. 

Still, he said yes. The risk is too high. If whatever the plan is, if the plan fails, the “yes” will still be active and children will be reaped again. Children are not a price to pay. Children are the spark for the revolution. You don’t sacrifice children if you are not Snow or Coin. 

«You still said yes.» You whisper, trying really hard not to cry. «Are you one hundred percent certain of what you are doing?» 

He is about to lie, you see it on his face, but he closes his eyes. «No. Not one hundred percent.»

So children are a risk he is willing to take. «If anything happens, it’s on you.»

[averysjameson]

idk but saying jennifer lynn barnes sucks at writing romance because your ship wasn't canon is beyond hilarious to me like okay???? HAHHAHAHA. everyone has their own preferences of course but the vehement hatred for jlb and the belittlement of her writing on booktok and bookstagram (sometimes on here) has been ASTOUNDING.

a note about the "poorly done romance/love triangle" in tig: jlb never said it was going to be "even". no one ever said that. personally pioneering the idea that one character was "not given a chance" does not make it a poorly written love triangle or a poorly written romance. in love triangles, there is usually ALWAYS one option who is simply NOT a real option. look me in the eye and tell me characters jeremiah fisher, aspen in the selection series, gale hawthorne, adam kent, jacob black, and i'm sorry but grayson hawthorne amongst a myriad of others were actual contenders for the main character. if you believed they are/wanted them to be, that's great! but all of these characters are in well known love triangles and at the end of the day, books with love triangles WILL sell because they generate conversation and hype around the book. it is a marketing tactic and you are NEVER promised equal opportunity from both love interests. you losing the love triangle or that you believe there is wasted potential doesn't mean bad writing has occurred. also, for the love of god, while you are supposed to relate to a character, you are not the main character!! belly, america, katniss, juliette, avery, what have you, all chose based on who they are as characters. and also, female characters don't have to "experience" both love interests to make a decision. if they want to, that's totally fine, but specifically about avery bc this is what this blog is all about, she absolutely knows what she's "missing out" on with grayson and she doesn't care. shipping averygrayson just blatantly feels like ignoring avery's wants and needs.

anyway, if you want to call jlb's writing poorly done bc you didn't get your way, that's totally fine. you are entitled to your own opinion. it's just funny that you say that bc had grayson and avery been randomly thrown together in the epilogue of tfg or something, i have a feeling you wouldn't be of this opinion.

tldr; love triangles are a marketing tactic and you are neither entitled to a win nor is is poorly done/executed if you lose. love triangles, more often than not, have a clear winner from the beginning (coughcough "see? you're already his") but the debate and drama of another character sells the book.

[lemonluvgirl]

Which The Hunger Games characters :

1. Do you relate the most?

2. Do you think missunderstood by fandom?

3. Do you want to know better?

Please give reasons for your answers. And you can pick more than one character for each question.

Thank you :)

@curiousnonny

haha these answers are gonna get me thrown out of the Fandom

Honestly, I relate to Gale Hawthorne the most.I know his flaws so well because many of them are my own. The inability to communicate clearly my feelings and intentions to those closest to me. The petty jealous behavior. The trying so hard when it would be healthier and more dignified to just concede defeat and walk away. The being blinded by the short-term goals, the need to win despite the collateral damage. The not getting the bigger picture until its too late. And finally walking away from relationships/friendships because I can't face the person I hurt. Yeah, Gale is like all my worst traits wrapped into one. I am not proud of it, but this connection with him actually does help me write his character better when it comes to fanfiction. (Unlike when I try to write Peeta. Which is so fucking hard because he's perfect but not in a self righteous annoying way)

As far as for who I think is misunderstood, I feel like Effie sometimes gets a bad wrap or is written in a kind of two-dimensional way that doesn't do her character justice. I'll admit I've even done it myself, where I write her as a vapid, shallow Capitolite who's incapable of seeing past her rose-colored Capitol-issued glasses. But Suzanne wrote her with a good character arc and Elizabeth Banks played her with such emotional depth in the movies. So she honestly deserves better than to be written as a two-bit character.

I would actually like to know many of the other Victors better. The ones who competed in the Quarter Quell and also the mentors. I just feel like they would each have incredible stories to tell.

[brave-and-gentle]

Fanfic writer interview

Ooooo thanks for the tag @itsnathateasy! PS - I also used to be a huge Directioner! That is actually how I got on Tumblr in 2012 lmao

How many work do you have on AO3?

4

What's your total AO3 word count?

110,050

What are your top 5 stories by kudos/likes?

GirlDad!Jean tea party - 65 likes

GirlDad!Jean dance and soccer - 184 likes

Devil in the Cold - 88 kudos

GirlDad!Jean Happy Birthday - 62 likes

A TIE!! Second Chances and The Patient - 46 kudos

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

OFC. I'm so grateful that someone enjoyed my fic so much that they took the time to comment, so I will respond with aggressive love <3 (i am an aries venus)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I actually don't think anything I've written has an angsty ending?? But Second Chances might, we'll see...(it'll be fine i promise)

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

they all have happy endings because i'm a sucker for happy endings :'')

Do you write crossovers?

I have not!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No THANK GOD

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yesss hehe, mostly afab with Jean Kirstein because that's what i want lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i hope not!!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

kind of! way back in 2009-2010 before i even knew the meaning of fanfics, my irl friends and i would write The Hunger Games fics together, but from decades before Katniss' story. This is going to age myself esp since I think most of my followers are a little younger than me, but we literally posted them to a private Facebook group LMAO. it was kind of like asynchronous DND, we even had a GM and would take turns!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

JeanBee, aka, my self-ship delulu!! :')

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

*takes biggest sigh of the day* I think I still have a post-war Gale Hawthorne redemption arc saved somewhere. Idk if I'll ever return to it, though I'd love to because he deserves it!! I never published it anywhere.

What are your writing strengths?

Based on my Ao3 comments, it seems like readers really think I've nailed how the different AoT charaters act, and I am honored :')

What are your writing weaknesses?

Diving into my characters inner thoughts more! I feel I sometimes rely too much on outer factors to relay their thoughts, which is definitely necessary, but sometimes I forget that they actually have inner dialogue lol.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Same as prev: in my experience, it's irrelevant to the plot more often than not. i do appreciate it when it's important to the plot.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I'd loooove to write JeanPiku, but I fear i would never do them justice!

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Definitely Second Chances, linked above. It's a mildly angsty divorced dilf Jean x reader fic (warning! DO NOT read if you are a JeanKasa ride or die, it ain't for you bbys, ilysm)

np: @hideandgopeep @mayariviolet @ppushable @d33pwithinmys0ul

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @thelettersfromnoone for the tag!! 💖

How many work do u have on AO3?

3, not your local AO3 girlie lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

8 534

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

I'll go with Tumblr ones, cause from my 3 AO3 works the biggest number I got is 31 lmao

Anyone but you (Legolas x f!reader)

Night watch (Legolas x Reader)

Well-deserved rest (Haldir x f!Reader)

One messy night (Boromir x f!Reader)

Transition (Haldir x f!Reader)

Honorable mention (since it's not fics but headcanons)

Green Council receiving a hot pic from you (HotD)

TLK men's reaction on being pet named

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to comments! These little things are brightening up my day, so I wanna let the people know that they are my heroes hahaha

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I really think it's Transition. All in all it's a pretty dark story, a bit depressing I think (I had these intentions while writing at least).

Otherwise, I don't think I have angsty endings fics?

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

New family members for sure!! Was thinking hard what to choose, cause I think all of my happy ending fics are on the pretty same level on a happy scale, but I remember that I have this gen, non romantic baby and I love it so much ❤️‍🩹 There's a little TLK OMC for y'all

Do you write crossovers?

I wanted to say I've never done this BUT THEN!!! My Assassin's Creed (Ezio) x LOTR little headcanon!!! My beloved child!!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, not that I remember getting any hate on my fics

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, tho not much and on rare occasions. I used to write a lot of smut when I was younger (a teen), then I stopped being comfortable with it for a wild few years (tho reading never made me uncomfortable lmao).

Now I started writing smut again, idk what kind? Don't really understand what does that mean lol F x M traditional sex? Pretty detailed? If so, then yes lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't know 😂 Maybe, maybe not. I think rather not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge, I don't think so.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

We tried with my friend a long long time ago. Didn't go well lmao It's hard and kinda stressing, cause you never know what the other person is gonna write (at least we had this SURPRISE system), so... You kinda have zero plot cause everything you want to write plot-wise can be ruined by the second person's plot lmao

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Athelnar?? Athelstan and Ragnar were my first ever OTP (quickly followed by Alfred and Uhtred). You could never beat that Athelnar shit out of my body lmao I've never written for them, but oh I do love them boys!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Now, that's the HARSH one lmao

I think I have at least 3 OC stories that I really wanna write (2 for TLK and one for LOTR), but I'm scared that I will never actually do it. I never was good with multi chaptered stories, and these are indeed not a one shots 🥲

What are your writing strengths?

Ugh... I don't know? I think I was pretty good with dialogues and descriptions of the surroundings to build the atmosphere. But... I guess it's not for me to decide but for the readers?

What are your writing weaknesses?

I rarely finish what I've started lmao I should write everything in one go or else I'll never finish it... Or will finish it in two months even if it's a 2k words one shot

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love them! I've only done it with my LOTR fics (with Sindarin) but I really love it. But I really love it when the language is different from the language of the settings? Like, if the story is happening in England and everyone is English, but you have two characters who can speak idk Dutch, let them have a Dutch language in their dialogue. I had a rant post about it not that long ago actually lmao You have to think about your in-universe language

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Ahhh Bungou Stray Dogs! I love them, and I'd gladly try to write something for them. Not a character/character but reader my beloved.

And maybe Stephane Narcisse (reign) my beloved and a reader

What's your favorite fic you've written?

The blood on my hands (Eomer) and Peace (Finan) are definitely my fave ones I think. They are dark and both explore some trauma

No pressure tags: @whitedarkmoonflower @lord-aldhelm @holy3cake @gemini-mama @emilyhufflepufftlk @persephones-journey @solinarimoon @mrsalwayswrite @emmanuellececchi @bilbotargaryen @levithestripper @mrsarnasdelicious @paula-in-dreamland

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

I think a part of the reason I still think about Hindsight (my AU with canon Everthorne) is such a thing for me is because it is so opposite of my inclinations? And that challenge as a writer keeps me thinking about that what if.

Most anyone whose read anything of mind knows I don't write angsty endings well, so I don't tend to do them. For the most part I form, if nothing else, a hopeful ending with a more positive outlook. That's what I enjoy AND write best, so my habit is to lean that way. I don't get to write entirely negative, sad endings a lot unless I have a damn good excuse.

Which makes it more intriguing when an idea comes up that way- cause a lot of thought has to go in it, and it's trickier to feel good about what I've come up with.

Thus, yea. I still think about and consider ideas for continuing Hindsight whenever I get ideas about what it would look like if Everlark didn't happen. Not because I like it, but because I don't and that makes it harder but kinda satisfying to feel like I've puzzled together. Even if I hate what I come up.

Not sure where I was going with this. Enjoy some random late ramblings about writing from me XD.

[pitualba2015]

68. “I lost my wellie boot in the river…”

Sorry it took me a bit long for this ask, but sometimes life gets rough. That said, here it goes. Please excuse me for any writing mistakes.

Katniss was angry. No, not angry. She was utterly furious. Walking soaking wet down the road to her house, she knew it was going to be a long walking.

'Arg! I should have drive my car over here.' She thought. 'Damn you, Gale Hawthorne. I'm gonna make you pay for this'

Katniss was so focus on her thoughts, that she didn't notice the truck stopping besides her.

'Oh, no! Not Gale, please' she thought

"Katniss? Do you need a ride?". It was Peeta. She lift her head and nodded. Peeta stopped his truck a couple of feet ahead and jumped out with a towel in his hand.

"Here, dry yourself before you catch a cold. I have a spare change of cloths in my truck you can use to warm up." He said with a worried face.

"Thank you, Peeta. I really need it. The weather is getting a bit cold now, since the change of season" Katniss said while walking to the truck. Peeta grab a backpack behind the seat and handle it to Katniss. He turned his back to Katniss to give her some privacy. While waiting for her to get changed, Peeta noticed that there was only one wellie boot on the floor.

"Katniss, where is the other boot?" Peeta asked.

"I lost it in the river" She whispered. It was not the answer he expected, but everything seemed to make sense as for the reason for her appearance.

"Mind telling me what happened?" He asked. She gave a long sigh.

"Ok, get in the truck and I tell you" Once Peeta began to drive, Katniss told him about going with Madge to the lake, where Gale will be, hoping to get Madge and Gale together. They got into the boat with both of them and with Gale's friends, Cato and Marvel, who were with their girlfriends. Things started to get a bit out of hand.

"I didn't know they were drinking and got drunker because the had beers on the boat. I was trying to talk to Gale about Madge and out of the blue he tried to kiss me. I told him to back off but didn't listen. He just kept saying that we could be good together and some other stuff. I stood up to get away from him, but he grab my arms an tried to kiss him, so I just knee him on his balls. It was then when he pushed me and I fell out of the boat. Everybody thought is was funny. I was so fed up with them that started to swim back to the shore. Gale jumped and caught my foot. I started to kick and a moment later the boot slipped of my foot and got out of there"

Peeta was raging in anger. How dare Gale lay his filthy hands on his woman.

"Peeta, where were you going before you found me? Katniss asked.

"Well, I was going to your place to tell you that finally I won the case. My stepmother was ordered to evacuate my house with only her clothes. Everything else, the jewelry, the checks, the money in the safe and the two luxury cars, as well as all three bakeries were given to me. She knew about my father's will and stole from me all these years. She even had a bank account at Panem's Capitol bank, where she had almost a million dollars accumulated. In other words, We are rich!

Katniss was shocked with the news. Both of them discovered his father's will hidden in a box deep in his stepmother's closet. In just one month things have changed for the better.

"Now what?" Katniss asked

"Well, we don't have to hide our marriage anymore, but I'm gonna kick Gale's ass for pulling that stunt. I might tell him he won't be our child's godfather" Both of them chuckle and hold hands while driving home. Yep, life was finally getting better.

[awhiskeyriver]

Id love to see some background from the scene from the Bet where Katniss stopped by Peetas apartment, and thought pantsless Madge was there for him, but from the POV of Madge and Gale after Katniss left. How quickly did Madge go “ohh she likes Peeta a lot” haha

I hope you enjoy! Thanks for the prompt :)

Unedited. Mistakes are mine.

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“You’re a bad influence, Gale Hawthorne,” I reprimanded with a poke to the center of his chest. He caught my hand, holding it there before rolling over onto his side to sling a heavy arm over my hip.

“You like it.”

“Maybe so,” I mused, laughing as he trailed ticklish kisses down my neck. “No more skipping class, though. I still don’t know how you convinced me not to go to my lecture…”

“You’re not?” he breathed against my skin, playfully. His hand slipped lower down my hip, finger teasing the material of my underwear. “Need me to refresh your memory?”

“I have no doubt you will.” I swatted his hand, twisting away from him as I rolled out of the bed. “Coffee first.”

“Bring me some?” he asked cheekily, stretching his arms out behind his head in a lazy move. I rolled my eyes, slipping my glasses onto my face before searching the room for my discarded sweater. 

It was a luxury having the apartment all to ourselves. With so many roommates, it wasn’t untypical for someone to always be around. Not that I minded it. One of my favorite parts about spending time at Gale’s place was the insanity that often ensued here. But, sometimes it was also fun to get a cup of coffee half naked before climbing back into your boyfriend's bed without having to worry about getting caught. 

I hummed absently to myself, basking in the early morning quietness, as the Keruig did its thing. The cups I’d gotten for Gale on my last visit to New York were sitting side by side in the cupboard and I reached up on my tiptoes to grab them. 

When rustling came from just outside the door though, it pulled me up short. I froze, cocking my head to the side a little as the shuffling continued. Like someone was pressed up against the door. I waited for a knock, wondering if it were possible Finnick or Peeta forgot their key, but nothing came. 

A package, maybe? 

I knew the apartment doors locked on their own, a passcode or buzz was needed to get in through the main doors, but perhaps someone else had let the mailman in and he was doing his rounds to each doorstep.

I grabbed my cup and replaced it with Gale’s, taking a sip as I shuffled over towards the door. 

When I opened it, I might’ve not known what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t another girl. Bent down towards the bottom of the door, she squatted awkwardly, trying not to expose herself in the skirt she donned. 

We both gasped in surprise, and she stumbled a little to regain her balance as I clutched my free hand to my heart. 

“Sorry,” I laughed, breathlessly. “I heard rustling outside the door and…” 

“It’s fine,” she said shortly, appearing flustered as she rose back up, smoothing out her clothing. She was adorable; dark skin and hair that matched, falling in delicate curls over her shoulders. Despite it barely being eight-thirty, she was wearing a full face of makeup and heeled boots. Good for her. I could barely manage to throw my hair up in a ponytail.

She fiddled with an envelope in her hands, and it hadn’t escaped my notice that Peeta’s name was neatly scripted across the back of it. Part of me had expected she was at the wrong apartment. That she lived one floor up, or down, and was searching for a spare key beneath the shoe mat, or something. But if she were here on purpose, it made the most sense that it was because of Peeta.

Judging by the way she had trouble meeting my gaze, I had a feeling she’d hoped to drop the letter of in secret. Not having expected to come face to face with anyone.   

“That for Peeta?” I asked, trying to ease her nerves by bringing it up first. I smiled friendly, as if the two of us shared a secret.

“Yeah…” she said slowly, eyes narrowing as they looked me over cautiously. 

“He’s not here right now,” I said, hoping the knowledge might put her at ease a little. Her skepticism read as though she might’ve thought I was also there for him, and I could see the betrayal in the way her glossed lips dipped at the ends. 

She started to twist towards her backpack, like she might take the letter with her. But if she did that, she might lose the nerve she’d built up to write it to him in the first place. Then what if she never gave it to him? What if he didn’t know about the admirer at all? She was so cute, so sweet looking. And after the rocky start of a year Peeta had had, something like this might’ve done him well. 

“I can give it to him, though,” I promised, and she faltered before reaching out to hand it to me quickly. 

I smiled, running my hand over it as her eyes averted down to the ground. It felt light. I might’ve mistook it for a completely empty envelope if it weren’t for the slight raise in the corner from a thin piece of paper, folded maybe.

“Who should I say it’s from?”

“He’ll know,” she said, turning on her heels towards the stairs. “Thanks. Bye.”

“Oh, okay. Bye,” I waved, surprised by the quick departure. I shut the door, eyebrows pinched as I re-looked over the back of the envelope. To: Peeta Mellark.

“Who was that?” Gale asked, coming from around the corner.

“Some girl,” I shrugged, placing the letter down on the counter for Peeta to find when he returned. Gale reached for it, and I slapped his hand away. “For Peeta.”

“What girl came here for Peeta?” 

“I was going to ask you the same. I thought maybe he had a girlfriend I didn’t know about.”

“Nope.”

“You don’t think she was a stalker, do you?” I asked, color draining. I’d heard the boys all talk about how sometimes girls went over the top and did some very weird things all because they were football players. Oh god, I hoped it wasn’t a lock of her hair or something. But if Peeta didn’t have a girlfriend, how did she know where he lived? And there was still the matter of how she got up here.

Gale snorted. 

“Was she hot?”

“Does that make her not a stalker?”

“Just asking,” he shrugged, and I smacked his arm.

“She was pretty. Gorgeous, really. Long curly hair, grey eyes. Isn’t that interesting? I’d love to see the punnett square that landed her with those.”

I was starting to wish that Peeta was home. My mind was racing with questions over the mysterious door girl.

“Wait.” Gale frowned. “Grey eyes?”

I nodded and he picked up his phone, scrolling through it a minute before showing me a picture of the girl at the door. “This chick?”

“Yes!” 

“Madge, don’t you ever look at Instagram?”

“No.” 

“That’s the bitch from the sorority.”

“Really? Wow.” I looked back at the letter. “Maybe it’s an apology note.”

It was Gale’s turn to smack my hand away from it.

“If I can’t look, neither can you. We should burn it or rip it up.”

“No.”

“She’s done enough damage. Best thing she can do for him is to leave him the hell alone.”

“Either way, it’s not for us to interfere with.”

He grunted, unimpressed with my answer. 

“Fuckin’ sorority girl. She’s ruining everything. Today was supposed to be hooky day and now it’s tainted.”

“Don’t be overdramatic,” I scoffed, taking a couple steps closer until my body was against his. He welcomed me in, wrapping an arm around the low of my back, and when I leaned in to lick the shell of his ear, I felt his body stiffen.

“I still want to have fun if you do…”

I gasped in surprise when he picked me up in one motion, practically throwing me over his shoulder on the way back to the bedroom.

“Our coffee,” I giggled.

“We’ll make more later.”

[hannaswritingblog]

Fandoms

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Alice in Wonderland

2010 Tim Burton’s movie

Alice Kingsleigh / Tarrant Hightopp / Mirana Crimms / Iracebeth Crimms / Ilosovic Stayne

Animations (Disney/Pixar, Dreamworks, and other) ❌

Anastasia

Anya / Dmitri / Vladimir

Bolt

Penny Forrester

Big Hero 6

Hiro Hamada / Tadashi Hamada / Fred / Go Go / Wasabi / Honey Lemon / aunt Cass

Brave

Merida

Coraline

Coraline / Wybie

Lilo & Stitch

Lilo / Stitch / Nani / David

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Quasimodo / Esmeralda / Phoebus / Clopin

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins / John Silver / doctor Doppler / captain Amelia

Back to the Future ❌

first movie of the trilogy

Marty McFly / Emmett Brown / George McFly / Lorraine Baines (McFly)

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

seasons 1-4

Sabrina Spellman / Ambrose Spellman / Zelda Spellman / Hilda Spellman / Nicholas Scratch / Harvey Kinkle / Prudence Blackwood

Gotham

seasons 1-5

Jim Gordon / Harvey Bullock / Bruce Wayne ❌ / Alfred Pennyworth / Selina Kyle ❌ / Ivy Pepper ❌ / Edward Nygma / Oswald Cobblepot / Barbara Kean / Fish Mooney / Lucius Fox / Lee Thompkins / Butch Gilzean / Victor Zsasz / Theo Galavan / Tabitha Galavan / Jervis Tetch / Jonathan Crane / Jerome Valeska / Jeremiah Valeska

Harry Potter ❌

7 books + 8 movies (original series)

Harry Potter / Hermione Granger / Ron Weasley / Fred Weasley / George Weasley / Ginny Weasley / Bill Weasley / Charlie Weasley / Percy Weasley / Lee Jordan / Neville Longbottom / Luna Lovegood / Seamus Finnigan / Dean Thomas / Oliver Wood / Nymphadora Tonks / Remus Lupin / Severus Snape / Sirius Black / James Potter / Lily Evans

Once Upon a Time

season 1

Rumplestiltskin (Mr Gold) / Jefferson (The Mad Hatter) / Snow White (Mary Margaret Blanchard) / David Nolan (Prince Charming) / Ruby Lucas

Pirates of the Caribbean

movies 1-3

Jack Sparrow / Hector Barbossa / Joshamee Gibbs / Will Turner / Elizabeth Swann / James Norrington / Cutler Beckett / Davy Jones / Pintel / Ragetti

Stranger Things

seasons 1-4

Mike Wheeler ❌ / Dustin Henderson ❌ / Lucas Sinclair ❌ / Will Byers ❌ / Eleven Hopper ❌ / Max Mayfield ❌ / Nancy Wheeler / Steve Harrington / Jonathan Byers / Joyce Byers / Jim Hopper / Bob Newby / Murray Bauman / Alexei / Robin Buckley / Eddie Munson / Dmitri Antonov / Martin Brenner

The Alienist

season 1

Laszlo Kreizler / John Moore / Sara Howard / Lucius Isaacson / Marcus Isaacson

The Book Thief ❌

the book + the movie

Liesel Meminger / Rudy Steiner / Max Vandenburg

The Chronicles of Narnia ❌

7 books + 3 Disney movies

Peter Pevensie / Susan Pevensie / Edmund Pevensie / Lucy Pevensie / Caspian X

The End Of The F***ing World ❌

seasons 1-2

Alyssa / James

The Hunger Games

book trilogy + the adaptations + the prequel

Katniss Everdeen / Primrose Everdeen ❌ / Peeta Mellark / Haymitch Abernathy / Johanna Mason / Gale Hawthorne / Finnick Odair / Coriolanus Snow ❌

The Rain

seasons 1-3

Simone Andersen / Rasmus Andersen / Martin / Patrick / Jean / Lea / Beatrice

Possible future fandoms

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American Gods

Dark

Fear Street

Fleabag

Lord of the Rings

Peaky Blinders

Shadow and Bone

The Haunting of the Hill House

The Queen’s Gambit

The Witcher

We Have Always Lived in the Castle

We Hunt The Flame/We Free The Stars

Old fandoms

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Maniac

Ragnarok

The Umbrella Academy

Tribes of Europa

[provisoris]

hello!!! i am stardust. i am 29 (and have been for a number of years 😉 ). 21+ only. nsfw tagged as such.

i have been writing GALE HAWTHORNE of the hunger games since 2012 and i love him dearly with all my heart omg. thank you for being here!!!

multi-ship & verse. crossover friendly. all triggers will be tagged in the following format: ‘blood tw’.

reasons i might not follow back:

you don’t have your age clearly stated on your blog anywhere

you don’t cut your posts ever

other than that, i’m super fucking chill. rp is a hobby. i am a VERY busy human with a full time job, a child, a husband, and multiple graduate courses in progress at any given time. i have adhd and sometimes hyperfocus on a muse or on a thread or two. it doesn’t mean i don’t want to write with you!

please do not:

repeatedly ask if i’ve seen your reply or tell me to reply

talk to me about politics

my triggers:

broken teeth and any mention of dentists

home invasions

BE KIND TO YOURSELVES AND OTHERS!!!

[hockeysweetheart]

@mega-aulover  I made you a quick fic   Happy Birthday again 

Name of it ( thinks of one) Baby steps...

This is about Peeta becoming a father and his journey though fatherhood. Now I know how you recently lost your own father so this is another  somewhat honor thing for him as well. I hope you like it...   Hope you don’t cry to much But it is okay if you do I personally had a hard time not tearing up a bit writing this. 

Now it is a little rough but I made it quickly  it could use a bit of clean up... But I wanted to get this out for you 

She shows me the Positive test . She is pregnant I am going to be a father..  This is our first child together...I go and talk to her belly and say hello I am going to be your daddy.. She thinks I am crazy but allows me.  But she is just laughing at me… She tells me “well 9 months from now you will get to meet this child”… I laugh and say “ I can wait”. We Do make an appointment to make she she is pregnant and the baby is doing well. I am giddy as I leave  for work that day. I tell my coworkers and every customer.. I tell them “ My wife Is pregnant”.. they all look at me like I am crazy.

I keep thinking of how I will be a father. The doctor appointments go well. Katniss gets bad morning sickness. But I am there all the steps of the way she has crazy cravings If she wants I try to get or make some combos are weird but I don’t judge.. I read some parenting books in my spare time. Katniss says it’s a waste of time maybe it is but I want to be ready…  Being first time parents for the both of us we are excited.  Katniss’s belly is growing everyday.

Around 21 weeks we find out the gender of the baby.  Well its not until 22 weeks because Katniss’s sister Prim is throwing us a gender reveal party. Nothing big but small…  for our close friends and Family The day comes and of course I bake all the goodies for the party… My coworker makes the cake But Lets me decorate it I have no clue what colour will be inside… Katniss and I cut into the cake and the colour is pink… We are both so excited… we would have been happy with either boy or girl…But I know one thing my little girl will be spoiled she will have her way to get her way with me… How do I know that now Because this little girl will be like her mother and  she knows how to.

We set up her nursery lots of pink for her. It just happened that way. Katniss’s parents buy a lot of clothes for us.   Some were Katniss’s   old baby clothes… I paint some flowers on the wall…

One day we are just watching a show and suddenly Katniss moves off me and tells me the baby is kicking and asks if I want to feel… That is when it hit me for real it was like I was in a dreamland before… I say stumbling “ wow.. Uh... sh.. she  is really in there”… Kantiss looks at me like I said something stupid… and says “ Really Peeta Mellark, you with smooth words are now stumbling” I laugh and say “ I guess this baby left me speechless” I lean in and Kiss her and she tells me “ for someone so speechless you are saying a lot of words”...Before I can speak it is her who kisses me to stop my words…  

Katniss has a few contractions we go to the hospital and they tell us to go home because the baby is not ready yet…

I walk in after work and Katniss is standing in the kitchen with a puddle around her… she says “ I thought I was having a bad contraction and next thing I know my water broke, It  happened a minute ago”… I tell her “ we need to get you to the hospital”…. I walk right out of the door Katniss still standing at the door “ Am I coming to she asks”.. Right I say in my head and go and get her  and guide her towards the car “ Okay honey  don’t walk to fast”… Katniss looks at me “ You are treating me like I am about to burst”. Well the baby could come anytime so she just might…On the walk to the car that is about 2 feet away we have to stop a lot so Katniss can have a contraction and when it’s over we move on… She was literally in the doorway when one hit of the house… When we reach the car I open her door and buckle her in… she says “ Peeta do you have the baby bag” Crap I knew I forgot something. On our last appointment the hospital did help us figure out the car seat so that’s already in.. I walk back into the house and grab the baby bag and walk back to the car. When I get there she is having another contraction I ask her “ Have you been timing those”… She looks me dead in the eye and says “ No I am just winging it over here or course I have that was 2 minutes apart from the last one”…  I drive fast enough that Katniss is not telling me faster… we Arrive to the hospital and Katniss is in a room before we know it… Seeing her in pain is hard for me… All I can do is let her hold on to me..  The doctor comes in and says “ ready to have a baby” if Katniss’s glare could kill she says “ No I am just  here because I really like hospitals”… The doctor gives me a look and I just smirk. I want to tell him “ That is nothing buddy you should see her at home” But I keep quiet..  They check on the baby say everything looks good…  Katniss is in active labor…. When she feels it’s time she is holding onto my hand so tight it hurts but I let her… I support her though it. The delivery nurse says I see the head Katniss you are doing so well one more Push.. She is screaming out of pain this whole time and gives one more push… Then I see my daughter who is crying… They put her on Katniss  she is beautiful and perfect to me. I cut the cord and they take her to clean her up and make sure everything is okay… Then I hold her for the first time… She has my blue eyes and Katniss’s hair colour. She has my nose and Kantiss’s lips… I cannot stop looking at her… I am whiping tears away from my eyes I ask Katniss  “what do you want to name her?” she Answers “Everleigh. Her name is Everleigh” She looks at me and asks “ Do you have a middle name?”… I tell her “ Raine”… Katniss says “ Everleigh Raine I like it”.. Me still holding Everleigh I ask her “ Like your name”… I am wiping tears from my eyes I tell her “ I am your daddy”.. and I give her a kiss on the cheek…  Katniss and I spend a few hours with Everleigh before family and friends come to see her…   I am handing her to family members as they come and visit. I am surprised when My brothers and father comes and see her…  

A few days later we leave the hospital Katniss is healing well. We bring Everleigh back for appointments…  We go home and start our new life as parents… Katniss carries her into the nursery and sets her down in the crib….I walk over at her… Everleigh sleeps though the nights. Sometimes we wonder what we got out ourselfs into but say we wouldn’t change it.

Soon she is crawling Walking and Talking hitting all the milestones… Her baby teeth are coming in. Some nights she keeps us up and some she sleeps though. I remember her first steps Katniss brought her to work and we sat on the floor trying to get her to walk between us and she took her first step… and for the record her first word was dada as much as Katniss says no it was wasn’t.  she is growing way to fast Katniss tells me not to blink and I will miss it..

Next thing I know she is 5 years old. She now has a younger brother… Katniss and I bring Everleigh to school for her first day.. Her hair is in 2 braids and she wears a red plaid dress like I recall Katniss wearing on her first day of school… Ev is a little shy but she warms up pretty quick..  I am fighting back tears my baby girl is growing up too fast for my liking.. It seems like last week she was only taking her first steps

She is now 16 Where did time go. I Have 4 kids now. Everleigh is still my little girl she will forever be…  And same with my other daughter Oakley… My two sons Kaleb and Carson are very protective of their sisters.. all are growing up so fast..  Everleigh sure got her mothers attitude not always a good thing. But she gets good grades so do my other children  Katniss is right you blink and you  miss it. One day Ev comes home and tells us she is interest in a guy. My first instant is to get Katniss’s weapon… But I say when will we meet him… A few days later she brings this tall guy who doesn’t look like 16 he is a year older then her Ev told us. He looks at least 20…  He looks scared when I invite him in good I have done my job… Everleigh comes up to him and says Mom. Dad this is  Nathan Hawthorne… Katniss nearly chokes on her tea at the last name… she tries to cover “ Well that is wonderful honey”. Everleigh asks “Mom what is wrong”  I try to cover “ So who are your Parents Nathan”… Nathan answers “ Gale and  Madge”.. Kartniss lets out a sound Ev says “ Mom do you know him” I grin and  say “ Oh yes she knows him all to well”.. Katniss tells Ev “ Gale and I were friends never in a relationship we tried but then I met your father”…Everleigh  tell us “ That’s great then you guys know each other”… Everleigh asks her voice she knows I have a hard time to say no too “ Daddy can I date Nathan”… I look at Katniss and Nathan and Everleigh and say “ Yes you have my blessing but Nathan you hurt my little girl you will have me to answer too”…

They have been dating for a few months now… Everleigh comes home in tears… Katniss comforts her… I ask her what happened.  She tells us  Nathan cheated on her… I march out of the door and Katniss comes after me and says “ Where do you think your going”… I tell her words I never thought I would say “ To the Hawthornes ”… She says “ Well  you are not gonna stop me from coming are you”… I am shocked and say “ Guess not”… Katniss gets into the car as we drive to Gales and Madge’s house.. I knock on the door and Gale answers the door he says “ Heard our kids are dating” I tell him “ Not anymore”.. He said “ Oh, why don’t you come in”.. I go into their house and Katniss follows she says “ Hi Gale” and walks right past him and gives Madge a hug… we all sit  in the dinning room I explain everything. Madge says “ We had no idea we are so sorry about that” Gale asks “ are you sure its our Nathan we are talking about”.. Katniss says “ Unless there is another  Nathan Hawthorne”… Just then Nathan and another girl walk in… he said  “ Oh  no” when four pairs of eyes look at him…  Gale says “ Nathan where is Everleigh?”… Nathan says “ umm she broke up with me, This is Ashley”… I stand up but Katniss grabs my shoulders.  I get out “ Then why did  my daughter say you cheated on her”.. Ashley chimes in  “ Wait you told me that you guys broke up weeks ago” Nathan starts to sweat “ umm ummm”..  Ashley says “ now your speechless well guess what your single now”.. Katniss beside me is trying hard not to loose it… Ashley literally walks out and says “ Mr and Mrs Mellark I have to go apologize to Everleigh” Katniss says “ you know where she lives she might still be on the couch crying her eyes out”. After Ashley Leaves Gale turns to Nathan and says “ Nate I thought we raised you better then that”…Katniss says under her breath “ Runs in the family” then we leave and head home… When we arrive we  see Everleigh and Ashley talking… Laughing… well at least one good thing has come out of this day… Everleigh has a few heartbreaks and I realize I have to do this again…

A few short years later I am getting ready in a suit.. To Give Everleigh away…  She is now 23. Since she got engaged we reflected back on her life. I still have one more daughter to give away if she chooses to.. Her Husband to be is one awesome guy. He reminds me of myself. He showed me he would put her first.   His Name is Cody Mason.  His mother is Johanna. His father is not in the Picture but Johanna must of done something right. We have known Johanna for a while now… years. Cody is only 4 years older then her… They started dated in  college as My baby girl left to go study at District 7  college… She brought Cody home for one break and I instant knew this man who be my future son in law… The other children are growing up to fast as well as Oakley looks so grown up in that brides maid dress and My oldest son Carson is  going to go to school in the fall Kaleb  and Oakley I still have at home but I will blink and I will prepping for 3 more weddings before I know it. I knock on the door to see if she is ready.. And she looks at me and says. “ Yes I am, The real question is are you ready” With tears threatening to make an apprentice I say  “ never ready to let you go but I know this the right man for you”… Ev gives me a kiss on the cheek and whips away a tear that escaped me..  and gives me a big hug…  We walk down to the chapel the wedding will be in and I get in place and the doors open and I walk her down the aisle.. when I am asked who gives her away I say her mother and I… they give us hugs and I go and sit down and watch her get married… she is now A Mason… I get flashbacks… Everleigh and I share a father daughter dance that is when It hit me..  Katniss and I give a speech …

Before I know it I am In the Hospital room holding my first grandchild…

[javistg]

Six Sentence Sunday. One Victor.

It’s been a long time since I posted one of these --a long time since I posted anything, really-- but I’ve been writing a little lately and I wanted to share this little snippet with you guys. 

This is from Chapter 25 and it’s definitely more than six sentences. 

Enjoy!

Chapter 25. Part 1.

The following morning, Katniss woke up to the sound of a blaring alarm.

Startled, she jumped out of bed and reached for the light switch.

A faint light, warm as a gentle sunrise, filled the room. The alarm stopped.

In her own bed, just a few steps away, Prim covered her head with a pillow. "What a racket," she grumbled.

Katniss slumped on her sister's mattress. Lifting one corner of the pillow, she took a peek at Prim's sleepy face. "Did you sleep well, Little Duck?"

Prim rubbed her eyes and yawned. "I was so tired last night, I could have slept on my feet. You?"

"I had a good night." Letting go of the pillow, Katniss stood up and stretched. "We should get ready. It'll be time for breakfast soon."

With the idea of food beckoning, the sisters got ready for their day.

XXOXX

"What's this?" Katniss asked, wrinkling her nose at the pale mush on her plate.

In front of her, Madge stifled a laugh.

The previous night, Katniss had been surprised at being assigned a table with Peeta, the Undersees, the Hawthornes, and a few other refugees. Now that she had gotten over the shock, she actually liked the idea.

Prim got along with everyone, and Mrs. Everdeen seemed oddly at home, sitting between Hazelle and Madge's mom. It was like the two parts of her life had finally come together.

Ignoring Katniss's dismay, Gale dug into his bowl of warm oatmeal. "The menu board says it's mashed turnips," he explained, slowly chewing his cereal and leaving the offending vegetable for last.

"Turnips?" Katniss repeated, "For breakfast?"

"Were you expecting cheese buns?" Madge teased.

With an amused snort, Katniss shoveled a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth.

She was still new to District 13, but she already knew that the chances of finding a cheese bun nestled between her cereal and mashed turnip portions were nonexistent. The food on her tray had been chosen for its nutritional value, not its taste.

"Cheese buns?" Gale raised a curious eyebrow, "What are those?"

"They're these crusty bread rolls Peeta makes. They're filled with melted cheese, and have fresh chives sprinkled on top," Prim explained, adding an enthusiastic chef's kiss to her description.

"Sounds decadent," Gale grumbled. Looking down at the food on Peeta's tray, he smirked. "Must be hard, huh? Getting used to this simpler fare."

Katniss looked up. Her spoon —suspended midway between her bowl and her mouth— hovered in the air.

Gale's words hadn't been harsh, but his tone was the old familiar one he used to criticize people from town. Katniss didn't like hearing it directed at Peeta.

It had been a long time since Gale's prejudices against the merchant class made an appearance. After everything that had happened in the last few months, Katniss had honestly though he had let go of his old resentments.

Apparently, he hadn't.

Next to Katniss, Peeta shrugged. Unruffled by Gale's comment, he said, "Not really. We hardly ever had cheese buns when I was growing up. We sold them at the bakery sometimes, but they were too expensive for my family to eat —unless they had gone very stale." Scrapping his bowl of mashed turnips clean, he added, "Practically everything we ate was stale."

Gale swallowed his cereal. His eyes softened.

Like most people from the Seam, Gale had always assumed the shopkeepers lived a soft life. He wasn't entirely wrong; Peeta always had enough to eat. But even Gale had to admit there was something kind of depressing about living your life on stale bread, the hard, dry loaves that no one else wanted.

"Well, except for the squirrels," Peeta glanced in Katniss's direction and flashed her a smile, "those were so fresh we had to make sure they didn't make a run for it!"

Feeling inordinately proud of her role in Peeta's diet, Katniss straightened up and exclaimed, "Well, you're welcome!"

Just like that, with a good-natured laugh at his friend's enthusiastic outburst, Gale forgot all about Peeta's privileged past and went back to his bland breakfast.

"So, what's on your schedule?" Madge asked.

"Um," Katniss looked at the timetable tattooed on her forearm. "After breakfast, I have kitchen duties followed by the education center, an evaluation at the food supply sector, lunch, and then something called Command."

"Command?" Peeta's eyebrows knitted in concern.

"Mm-hmm." Katniss stretched out her arm to show him her tattoo.

"I have that too," Gale said between sips of milk, "right after lunch."

Letting go of Katniss's arm, Peeta looked at his own schedule. There, in sickly purple ink, he read 13:00 — Lunch. 13:30 — Command.

"So," Katniss asked, leaning into Peeta's side, "what's Command?"

"It's this place where President Coin meets with her advisors to discuss strategy. They have an entire wall full of screens and maps showing what's going on in Panem," Peeta said.

"The president's advisors?" Gale asked, "What do they want with us?"

Mayor Undersee, who had been sitting on the opposite end of the table with the other grownups, stood up. With a quick glance around the room, he made his way towards Katniss and her friends.

Leaning over his daughter's chair, he said, "They want to meet you."

Katniss's mouth dropped open. Before she could do anything, she heard Gale ask, "Why?"

"It was President Coin's idea," Mayor Undersee said, "She wants to see who these saviors of District 12 she's been hearing so much about are."

"Saviors?" Gale repeated.

"Yes," the mayor nodded. "According to the survivors, that's what you and Katniss are."

You can find One Victor in AO3 and FF.net.

[retvenkos]

Congrats on your milestone! May I get a 🔥 from HP golden trio era, Hunger Games and Narnia please? I'm a bi girl, INTP Ravenclaw. Very shy at first, but once I'm comfortable around someone I'm an honest, witty, compassionate and open-minded person, who enjoys reading, baking, shopping and video games. I'm very into spirituality, fantasy, science-fiction and folklore. I'm scared of thunder and can't stand arrogant people, but I love animals and enjoy the little things in life.

HP Golden Trio:

I ship you with Theo Nott!

first of all, we stan soft, shy bois - and theo nott? the sweetest of all the slytherins. he would admire you from afar for a while before approaching, and at first both of you are shy, bumbling little things, but then you get to know each other and he loves you so much???

he admires your honesty (and occasional bluntness) more than anything else - he’s constantly surrounded by people who are hiding things, and it’s nice to have someone who just speaks their mind.

furthermore, theo is used to people who are a little harsh or condescending at times, so if you are ever a little insensitive without meaning it, he totally understands and isn’t hurt by it at all. his emotional intelligence and awareness is goals. (draco’s the sensitive slytherin, despite being such a douche sometimes)

and!!!!! i have said this before but theo nott is an avid reader. i read this fic for him and i fell in love with theo being a reader who leaves messages in the books and sometimes presses flowers into them, and the vibes are perfect. theo would read any and all books you send his way, and he would talk about them with you excitedly.

oh, and you are 100% going to teach theo to bake and he’s going to be terrible at it, at first,,,,, and the interaction will be like, “i’m terrible at this, aren’t i?”

“yeah, you are.” and he chuckles deep in his chest. “but i love you anyway.”

but also, theo is 10/10 that man who will continue to practice just to impress you, and eventually he does get pretty good, and it’s a very sweet moment overall.

theo would also love to go shopping with you - he just loves indulging your interests because he is such a romantic, and seeing you happy and smiling is the only thing that keeps him going some days.

and theo is so considerate! when there are thunderstorms you know the two of you are staying up all night, watching movies or listening to music just loud enough to drown out the storm, and when you fall asleep in his arms, he’s kisses you softly on the forehead... ugh i love this man

Hunger Games:

I ship you with Gale Hawthorne!

gale would love how logical you are - you’re always objective and planning, but your original in your execution, and i think he would admire that a lot. you are smart and enthusiastic and a go getter, and it’s good to see that someone else not only has the drive to get things done, but has the capacity to think about it intelligently.

gale would also love how you’re independent and self-sufficient - there is so much that is out of his control, and so much gale has to constantly worry about, so the fact that you can do a lot of things on your own is important to him and good for his stress levels, lol.

you’re also so imaginative! you and gale will always theorize or talk about the future or what this world could be, if everything was idyllic, and sometimes that escape is exactly what he needs. being grounded is heavy on his heart. let him escape, if only for a minute.

i also love the idea of the two of you being domestic together, even if it is in the worst possible conditions you could ever create. but imagine gale comes home from a long day of work and the two of you cook dinner together, and afterward you take whatever scraps you have and bake some kind of dessert. the two of you relax on the couch and you read to him while he drifts off to sleep, in your arms.

i think that it’s important that you value the little things in life - often, gale can lose focus of the small wins because the big picture is so bleak, but you draw his attention to the small stuff, and you give him soft kisses on the cheek that remind him that things will be okay, eventually. even if all you have right now is very little.

also, intp’s have the tendency to second guess themselves, so if you ever get in one of your moods, gale is right there to remind you how much you consistently do for him. he never takes you for granted, and he’s always willing to remind you that you mean the world to him.

also the fact that you hate rules and gale consistently went beyond the fence is my favorite - no doubt you met in the woods. you know what’s better than one rule breaker? two rule breakers!

Narnia:

I ship you with Susan Pevensie!

okay, first of all, both of you are intellectual queens, and i admire that about you

but also!!!! you two are both gentle and compassionate, and the power the two of you exude when you’re together is truly legendary. other royals could never.

ofc i imagine the two of you in narnia, when susan is a queen, and the two of you get to do a lot of not-so-subtle flirting with the other while at banquets.

i imagine you were friends with edmund first - his sarcasm and your wit combined was too much for cair paravel to handle - and he introduced you to susan. at first you were a little shy, but for some reason or another, susan and you spent the day together and you had a lot of fun.

susan teaches you archery!! it was a bit of a laugh, seeing as it’s a lot harder than it looks, but you had fun, anyway. you ended up reading to her while she practiced her archery. susan loves poetry, but she can’t write any herself.

susan also loves baking with you - she hasn’t baked since she was back in narnia, with her mom - baking reminds her of something nostalgic that pulls at her heart in an almost sad way. but you are there, smiling all the way, and things are okay.

also! in a modern! au, susan would love to play video games with you - she’s pretty decent, seeing as edmund and lucy are constantly playing. and she probably knows a lot of tricks since she’s constantly looking up cheat codes and walkthroughs for edmund (he really wants to beat the levels before lucy. he never wins)

i honestly think the two of you would be great together - neither of you are big on opening up, but the two of you can work through that, together, and your relationship will be all the more strong for it.

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