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[mega-aulover]

Spreading Christmas Cheer

This is a story based off of the movie Elf as requested by @alliswell21​ It’s from “Jovie” i.e. Katniss’s POV, what she would have seen and fell in love with one Peeta ‘Buddy’ Mellark.

Rated T

Pt 1

I watch Peeta gently kiss the top of our first born’s head. Holly’s dark hair is braided into two plaits; her blue eyes closing softly. 

“And Papa Elf said, grandpa was on the naughty list…” his voice was soft.

Suddenly Holly’s eyes widen as she remembers something. Her blue eyes are laser focused on Peeta. “Papá, es verdad que mamá estaba en la  lista de los niños malos?”  

“Y quien te dijo esto?” I ask from the door. We never discuss my role in Peeta’s adventure, or the fact that I was on the naughty list. Ever. 

“Santa,” Holly says.

Ese gordo, Santa has loose lips. I think about teaching him about keeping secrets until it’s time to explain to our child about the past. But before I can say anything, Peeta gives me a look. He always knows when I’m having evil thoughts. I sigh, and redirect my thoughts, because Peeta made me believe in love, joy, and Christmas.    

“Your papa saved more than grandpa that Christmas. He saved me too.”

Holly’s eyes lit up like her father’s before the sleepiness creeps back into their depths.

“Now go to sleep so Santa can come down the chimney.”

"Night, mama, night papa," Holly whispers right before she drifts off to sleep. 

Together we walked out of our daughters bedroom. Peeta slides an arm around my shoulders. He dips down and nuzzles my cheek. He steers me to the living room. I drag my feet. Peeta is up to something.

"Okay, spill it, Mellark."

He gives me a wide eyed smile.

The hair at the back of my neck stands up straight. 

He's got that look, that please tell me a bedtime story stare, and not just any story. 

"No."

Peeta pauses and gives me a puppy dog look with a full lip pout.

"No."

"Come on, Sweetums, my li’l sugar plum," Peeta says in an excited whisper.

"No...no don't waggle your eyebrows at me, Peeta. Buddy. Mellark." I pronounce each one of his names.

Peeta’s grins so brightly; his eyes shine brighter than Christmas lights. His hat is slightly crooked as he hops and does that stupid little dance of his that makes me want to tear off his green tights. Yep, I said tights. My husband was raised as an elf, a six foot two, blond, wavy haired, giant with broad shoulders, washboard abs, and is genuinely sweet. Sweeter than eggnog.

He grabs me by the waist. "You know you wanna," he says in that sexy time voice of his that's reserved only for me. 

Canasto! 

I should clarify for everyone listening to my tale; you should know canasto isn’t a vulgar or bad word. It means basket. But I like the way it sounds in Spanish. So I say it with real vehemence. It’s like peaches in Spanish sounds like a curse word. Melocotón! Tu eres un Melocotón! Which translates into you’re a peach. 

I digress.

I let out a big sigh. There's no way I can say no to him and he knows it! Canasto!

"I love it when you tell the story of how we met from your point of view.“ 

"You’re an evil gremlin," I say with no heat in my voice. It's my personal nickname for him. As in the gremlins when they ate after midnight. However to be fair, if you see Peeta, he’s not scary at all, he’s more like a big teddy bear.  

Peeta laughs and my heart flip flops. Because he is anything but; he is so congenial.

Peeta puts his hands on my belly, my very big belly. It's baby number 2; actually it's baby number two and three. They are counted as one until they're born. I know what he's doing, the evil gremlin! He's trying to distract me because I'm due to give birth. I have mild pangs because I’m carrying twins and I’m nearing my due date.

He carries me and sits me on his lap. “Now start from the beginning.”

“From the candy cane forest?” I ask.

“No from your point of view,” his eyes dance gently as he rests me against his chest, rubbing my bulging belly.

“Okay,” I say quietly.

“Don’t forget to start with once upon a time,” Peeta insists, trying to contain his excitement.

“Once upon a time.”

“This is going to be good,” Peeta whispers.

“Are you going to let me tell the story?”

“Oh yea,” Peeta placed a kiss on my nose. “Go ahead.”

Closing my eyes I picture the year things changed. Because everything in my life was about others and never myself. I was always trying to be someone else, what everyone expected of me. 

It’s hard being a foster kid, and getting out of the system is kind of like getting out of jail. Suddenly you have all this freedom, but you’ve been conditioned to follow all of these rules, so when you are free, you do one of two things. You get in trouble, and try to get sent into an institution; some of us call it the iron college. Or you try to keep your nose clean and learn in the school of hard knocks. In my case, I kept my head above the water for my sister’s sake.  

"I love my family," I muttered underneath my breath. 

I muttered it again as my sister destroyed, no scratch that, mutilated Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas."  

Did I forget to mention that I love my family?   

I do. I love my family and there's nothing I wouldn't do for them, but at that moment I wanted to scratch my ears out with dull spoons.  

My perfect baby sister is a smoking hot blonde runway model and the muse for Karl Lagerfeld, but she has the worst singing voice known to man. You want to torture someone, hire my sister, and have her sing to the person you want to torture. Within 3 seconds flat, she can have even the most hardened of spies spilling their guts like a canary.

The one thing I could not stand beside my sister’s singing was Christmas. 

I loathed Christmas.

I was not ashamed to say it.  Every fiber of my body I hated Christmas!   If I had ever met the real Santa back then, he had better hoped that I was not holding my bow and arrow, because I would have shot him through the eye. Not that I believed in Santa then, but if I had known there was a real life Santa Claus, I'd have hunted him down, and burned the fat man's jolly red outfit. I would then gleefully take a joy ride in his sleigh into his workshop like Bill Murray did in Groundhog Day when he allowed the groundhog to drive him off the cliff into a fiery death.

At this point you are wondering why I hated Christmas so much.

There were many reasons why the holiday was so contemptible to me. One, my father died on Christmas day. Two, my mother checked out on us that same Christmas day. The next Christmas Eve was when my sister and I were separated into different foster homes.  It took me a few months to find my six-year-old baby sister. I had been sent to a foster family who used foster kids for slave labor, to have them wipe and clean their floors while the Mrs. of the family spent the whole day in luxurious spas and getting botox treatments, as if that was going to improve her mug. 

My baby sister was luckier. Primrose was placed in a foster home in the middle of suburbia with a 2 story house with a picket fence. A woman named Cecilia and her husband Ronald had never been able to have kids, and they doted on my sister. They brought her up to be the princess she always said she was. Honestly, they were rather shocked when my twelve-year-old cynical self rolled up into their home screaming for my baby sister, Primrose. Prim came running out of nowhere and latched herself onto my leg like an octopus. Best Spring ever, so I do love the Spring. 

But before you think we were reunited, we weren’t. The family that had Primrose never wanted me. And even if they did, we technically didn’t have the same last name. Primrose carried my mom’s last name while I carried my dad’s. My sister was Primrose Emmerson and I was Katniss Everdeen. Our parents had a silly agreement. They were also foster kids, so they decided that I would take dad's name and the next one born would take our mothers name. 

They didn't have a family, and her parents lived in a common law marriage. Their childish decision caused havoc.There was a mix up and we weren’t processed as sisters. Plus, I never stayed in the same foster home for long so even if they wanted me, they never knew where I was, but no matter where I was, I found a way to talk to Primrose, because as long as Prim was loved and cared for, my situation didn’t matter.

After our brief reunion, I had to go back to the family that I was placed in, and my sister stayed with her family. I didn’t stay with mine for very long; I became a statistic. A rolling number on someone’s computer screen. I was bounced around from one family to another in all sorts of seedy homes. 

So you can see why I'm so jaded. Every bad thing that ever happened to me, has happened on that freakin’ holiday. And there was one more reason I disliked that holly jolly holiday so immensely. For some reason, the universe hated me. 

No matter where I went, what city, what town within the state, I could guarantee you that it was a racket, a billion dollar racket to make parents crazy and buy things for their kids they didn’t need. For some reason, it pleased people to take my olive skin, dark hair, scowling self and put me into a sparkly Christmas cheer, “gag�� pointy eared elf costume.

So with a week until Christmas, I was listening to my sister butcher, another holiday favorite song. Then Prim screeched. And I sighed in relief.

"Katniss," Prim said, coming out of the bathroom. “The water is cold!”

I looked heavenward. “The pipes. I forgot they’re working on the water main outside. They said there would be interruption to service.”

“Oh, you know I can get us a hotel room,” Prim said toweling dry her pale blonde locks. 

My studio apartment wasn’t what my sister was used to. She was a freaking couture runway model, six foot one, so slim nothing off the rack fit her. “I’m sorry Prim, I was so excited to see you.”

Prim smiled. “Look, I only have a few hours left. How about I treat you to lunch before I go back up to Connecticut to spend Christmas with Cecillia and Ron.” Prim smiled at me. “You know you’re more than welcome to come. They always ask about you.”

I loved my baby sister. She was amazing. And I was damned glad that the Hendersons were an amazing couple, but I knew the score. They didn’t know what to do with me. “As long as you don’t mind me wearing my elf costume.”

Primrose chuckled. “You make the cutest elf though.” She patted me on the head using a baby tone with me. Prim was taller than me by a foot. I was tiny, or as Prim said, compact size.

“I could still put you over my knee, little duck,” I growled. “Así que mira ver.”

My sister laughed and she delighted in taunting me. Prim no longer spoke Spanish, but she understood the language. “You're adorable when you’re angry, an angry little elf, aren’t you?”

“Primrose,” I said in Spanish. I rounded my ‘r’s’ when I said her name. 

“Awe, I don’t don’t get why you hate Christmas so much.” Primrose winked going to the screen divider to get dressed. My sister was used to dressing and undressing in front of dozens of people. I, on the other hand, was not so free with nudity. Primrose said I was a prude. If I hadn't told her to use the screen, she would have changed right in front of me. 

“Did you know there are only three jobs an elf can have,” Prim said from over the screen. 

I sighed. Unlike me, Primrose loved Christmas. Hell, she even suggested that there might be a real Santa Claus. I told her the only people who look for ways to sneak into people’s houses are criminals. 

Prim continued her story about elves. “The type of elves that live in trees and make cookies, the types that make shoes, and the best type.”

“Let me guess, Christmas elves,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Prim grinned. She came around the screen wearing thigh high red boots, jeans and a camel tunic sweater that looked like cashmere. “Come on sis, let me treat you to breakfast so that you can go terrorize the children of Macy’s toy department.”

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

I saw your tags for Beauty and the Beast...and well

Listen. There are any number of unholy things I’d do for someone who gifts me a library like that one mmmkay. I am not ashamed.

[everlarkficquestions]

Do you know where I can find part 3 and any other parts of the everlark soulmate fic called Zero Hour by MegaAuLover

Please help

Cheers

Hi @taleasoldasonceuponatime

You can read Parts 1 and 2 of "Zero Hour" by MegaAuLover at this link: HERE

We're not sure if a third part was ever published..

@mega-aulover maybe you can confirm? :)

[geekymoviemom]

I was tagged by sweet @mega-aulover thank you so much! 💖

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it. Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Well, then… 😉

WIPs on AO3

1. Project Pathfinder: Stony/IronDad with 2 chapters remaining.

2. The Greatest War: Everlark with 1 chapter remaining.

WIPs up and coming

1. Top Gun AU: Not sure if this will be Stony, Everlark, or Anidala just yet. I’m thinking of letting Fandom Trumps Hate decide 😜

2. SEAL Team AU: Stony/Superfamily with Tony as the CIA agent and Steve the leader of SEAL team Bravo.

3. Snowpiercer AU: Stony/Superfamily with Steve as the “adoptive” parent.

4. Dark AU: This is in the very barebones stages, haven’t decided on a main ship yet. Maybe a crossover? 🤔

5. NFL AU: Stony/Superfamily

6. Undecided Marvel Trumps Hate 2023 fic: Stony/Superfamily

That’s all for the moment 💖

Tagging: @justajjfan @gaiagalit @srebrnafh @distractionsfromthefood @thelettersfromnoone @herogers @mollywog

Thank you so much for the tag, this was fun! 💖

[mollywog]

Sorry, I know it's August and nowhere near September but the orange on your page makes me feel like falling leaves -books, libraries, the smell of paper with ink splashes on it.

Gahhhhh! Girl I LOVE that! Thank you for popping that moodboard in my inbox 😘

I’m going to switch my pfp to this Regencylark art as soon as I get my act together and find a header!

[ellanainthetardis]

Happy birthday

Thank you ❤️

[mathgirl24]

💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers you have to mention five things you love, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers if you want. SPREAD POSITIVITY! ⛅️

Oh, this is a great idea! Okay so five things I love:

Math

Minions

Sarcasm

Chocolate

The beach

Thanks for sending this!!

[theartofdreaming1]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Aww thank you so much for thinking of me, @mega-aulover 🥰

Partners - my DickBabs no-capes AU; I think, this one is one of the best stories I've written so far (even if I still need to finish writing that epilogue for this, as I'm painfully aware ^^;)

On the Reciprocal Attraction of Heavenly Bodies - My DickBabs Regency AU inspired by "the Queen of 19th Century Science", Mary Somerville, - I just reread what I have written so far (again, an uncompleted story, I'm horrible, I know) and I'm genuinely proud of those two chapters, it 's probably the highest quality my writing has ever reached - I hope that I will be able to come back to it soon; unfortunately, this one requires a lot of time and effort due to the research necessary for this (and to get the tone as Austen-ish as possible)

The Taste of Something Stolen - Some fun first-meeting BatCat from me! This one's cheeky and a good time, I think (I really enjoy writing from Selina's perspective) and its sequel The Chase is just as fun - maybe even more so! (if only could finally finish the third installment of the series soon... Feel free to bully me into completing "A Night at the Museum" asap ;)

Rush Hour - Some meet-cute height-difference WestAllen; some good fluff and I'm so proud that I managed to add the third and final chapter after some writer's block :)

This is Not Over, But Just the Beginning - My (unfinished - can you sense the theme?) LauraMax Quarry-fic; I really like this fic but the most excruciating part is that I have a pretty darn good vignette already written for this fic - but I need to write three more chapters first 😩 (at least chapter 3 is about 80% done as of yet)

[districtunrest]

This is the BOOP#02 game! You've been BOOPED. Now you gotta Boop someone else's ask box too 🐾 🐾 🐾

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Just wanted to stop by and say thank you for the job you guys are doing to catalog the stories. It's a gigantic job with so many stories being written! HUGS! Great Job!

Hello!

Thank you so much for this message! It certainly has been a huge undertaking and life has been busier for me than anticipated but I think it's running quite well! I am so grateful that this blog has received the response that it has and that people are enjoying it!

I'm hoping to get more time here soon to start making more specific masterlists for everyone. As always, if you guys have any questions, recommendations, or comments I am more than happy to receive them! Every comment, ask, reply, like, reblog, or poll engagement really makes me happy to see that the blog is being enjoyed!

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[hayffiebird]

🎄 Send these trees to ten people you wish to have a good holiday and a happy new years!🎄

Thank you! ❤️ Here in Sweden we celebrate Christmas on the 24th so we’re just about to have dinner together. 😊 Happy holidays and a happy new year to you as well dearie!

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

I actually wanted to ask you about this one;

The Courtship of the Lambs

LOVE the Title sneak peek a synopsis of the story?

Of course! That one is yet another outstanding @everlarkficexchange prompt that I have hanging around. The prompt is from the 2021 exchange, for a historical au with shepherd Peeta and seamstress Katniss. I’ve adjusted it so that Katniss is actually a weaver while weaved the fibers into cloth, Peeta is a shepherd and sells wool to Katniss, and Prim is the seamstress, using the cloth Katniss weaves. This is actually like the fourth or fifth title I’ve given it but I think this one may finally stick. So here’s a snippet:

“In that case, please give your mother my regards and thank her for the tonic,” he lifts the small jar slightly before placing it in his sack. “Are there any other herbs or cuttings she or Miss Primrose have need of? From up in the hills?”

“I shall have to ask her,” Katniss says and thinks to ask him when they might expect him again when the bush beside her shudders. Both of their heads turn and spot the culprit. “No!” Katniss shouts as Peeta attempts to shoo away the placid lamb that happily munches on her raspberry bushes. The lamb bleats and the dog barks as Katniss sets her hands on her hips.

“I apologize, Miss Everdeen, I--”

“That is the third time this month that troublesome lamb has consumed one of my raspberry bushes.”

“He is only eating what he sees as available food,” Peeta points out and Katniss snorts indelicately. “If you would allow me to repair your garden fence—“

“Perhaps you should pay your flock greater mind or I shall be forced to turn that lamb into a stew!”

[jhsgf82]

Edit by @daydreamsandcaffeine​

Chapter 9 Coming Soon! 

Synopsis:  Text/Social Media Fic, Bandfic. Katniss and her band (The Hunt) are signed by big record label D13 Music. It's a huge break for them, even if it means potentially compromising their musical integrity by changing their songs and working with hit songwriter Peeta Mellark. Even though she can't stand him at first, will Katniss fall for Peeta? Or, will drama with Gale and pressure from fans stand in the way?

Written by: @alwayseverark, @alliswell21, @mega-aulover, and @jhsgf82​

Read HERE 

[geekymoviemom]

✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

Hey, friend! Thank you so much for the ask! 💗

5 songs I love to listen to:

1. Give Me One Reason - Tracy Chapman

2. This is Not a Test - TobyMac

3. Slice - Five for Fighting

4. Home, Home, Home - Phillip Phillips

5. Battle Belongs - Phil Wickham

Thank you again for the ask! 💗

[mollywog]

hi!

Hey!!

How are you doing friend?!

[endlessnightlock]

Hey lady how are you doing?

Hey! I’m good 😊. Adjusting to summer life with my kiddos, nothing too exciting. I’ve actually been reading and listening to audiobooks a lot lately which is pretty cool lol. Hoping it’s sparks some more writing ✍️. I just finished rereading the THG series for the first time in like 5 years. Hopefully I’ll be around tumblr more this summer, I miss you too. 🥰