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thesweetnessofspring · 23 days ago

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Calling on all Hunger Games fanfic readers and writers!

To combat developers monetizing fanfic with AI voices, this year I'm hosting a Hunger Games Valentine's Podfic Exchange for Valentine's Day.

💌 What it is

Sign up as a podficcer and/or a fanfic author. I'll match up a podficcer to their "valentine" (a fanfic author) and set up a collection on ao3 for all of the podfic.

💌 Who can participate?

Anyone with an ao3 account can be a podficcer. Yes, even with your accent! Yes, even with just your phone to record! I promise, you're better than any AI voice because you're human.

The works getting the podfic treatment are all part of the Hunger Games/TBOSAS fandom. Any pairing or OC is ok! The only limit is that no podficcer will be expected to record for a work longer than 3k words, whether it's a one-shot or a chapter from a longer work.

💌 How?

Sign up with the google form here by January 7. We'll have podficcers and valentines matched by January 14, so keep an eye on the communication method you choose on the google form! I'll be posting some resources for free audio editing/tips to also help out. Once you have your podfic made, create a work on ao3 that is "inspired by" the original fanfiction (if it is on ao3) or link to it if it's hosted on another site, and then in the work include a link(s) to where the podfic is hosted (google drive, internet archive, spotify, youtube, etc). You will be able to submit to the ao3 collection on February 12 and the collection will go live on February 14 at 6:00 am PST.

💌 Why should I join?

Some people prefer to listen to audiobooks for a variety of reasons, including accessibility, and this helps expand their options for listening to fanfiction. It's a fun fandom-building activity. And as mentioned before, there have been a couple of attempts to monetize fanfiction with AI reading fanfic and this is a way to throw up a middle finger at this effort and give a gift to fanfiction authors.

Mentions of those who reblogged the poll so they see this post:

@lasthaysileeshipper @mollywog @ongreenergrasses @distractionsfromthefood @iamasradiantasthesun @notsocooljess @worldwithinworld @norbertsmom @thesunpersists @thelettersfromnoone @charlunday @farfromhome87 @atelierlili @xoheartsaurore @mega-aulover @bodyelectric77 @waywardangel-wilds @oolhan @wistfulweaverwoman @triassictriserratops @lilbabymick @arizonapoppy

#thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #tbosas fanfiction #the hunger games #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #valentine's podfic exchange #valentine's podfic exchange 2025

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 1 year ago

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Active Authors Masterlist (3)

Part 1 / Part 2 /

***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

Created: November 17th, 2023

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ipsygrace :: ao3, ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Peeta's Games: The Hunger Games from Peeta's point of view. This follows the original work as closely as possible and much of the dialogue is taken from the original and owned entirely by Suzanne Collins. (@igsy-blog)

JHsgf82 :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: What's Mine Is Yours: Peeta's POV. Post-Mockingjay/Pre-Epilogue. A pregnant Katniss is feeling sick and scared. Peeta does his best to care for her while dealing with his own fears. Response to the Fluff Drabble Prompt: “This was my lap. Now apparently this is your lap.” (@jhsgf82)

JLaLa :: ao3, ffnet, tumblr

Popular Fic: Two Wrongs: “Katniss, you’re my best friend and I love you but seriously-marry you?” A marriage for the unmarriageable. Modern Day AU, set in San Francisco. (@jlalafics)

katnissdoesnotfollowback :: ao3, ff.net, tumblr

Popular Fic: Wrapped in Red: Katniss is trying to be a good friend to her recently divorced pal. She really is. But this holiday season, fate, her own feelings, and Peeta’s daughter have other plans. An advent style Everlark story. (@katnissdoesnotfollowback)

katnissmellarkkk AKA VanillaCottonCandy :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Gravity: But he just stares at me for a long moment, his smile never wavering, then admits simply, "I'm just so happy that I threw you that bread." I feel my chest constrict, both moved by his words and exhausted from even standing inside this place again. And my eyes overflow then and all I can manage to say is, "so am I." / Katniss and Peeta, growing back together through a series of snapshots. Set Post Mockingjay. (@katnissmellarkkk)

LemonLuvGirl :: ao3, ffnet, tumblr

Popular Fic: Both of Us: An alternate ending to Catching Fire in which both Peeta and Katniss are rescued from the arena during the Quarter Quell. Our lips collide with gentle urgency, two half conscious minds struggling in the murky waters between sleeping and waking, layered with a need for comfort and something more. We kiss until he pulls back, panting, angling his hips away from mine. I know what he’s trying to avoid. He doesn’t want to scare me. But the thought of his body reacting to me isn’t nearly as scary as the idea that we almost never got to have this. (@lemonluvgirl)

LilyMaid :: ao3, tumblr, ff.net

Popular Fic: The Awkward In-between: Days after winning the 74th Hunger Games Katniss recognized her life was changing, not just her home. She was already mourning for that old life, when things were difficult, yet so simple. With a tightening in her chest and a fear she didn't understand, she wondered what would be left. Cannon Divergent AU- pre Catching Fire (@wistfulweaverwoman)

loungemermaid :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: no grave could hold my body down (I'll crawl home to her): Finnick makes his way back to Annie, alive but in several pieces. He loses his right arm and leg to the lizard mutts in the sewer. While Thirteen can patch him up, he's going to have to go back, back to the Capitol, if he's ever going to get better. As it turns out, Peeta has to go too, has to try and pull his fractured brain back together. They help each other keep it together. Finnick is there to help when Peeta can't remember what's real and what's fake, and Peeta helps Finnick cope with limb loss (@loungemermaid)

MegaAuLover :: ao3, ffnet, tumblr

Popular Fic: Katniss Everdeen Is Not A Stalker: Canon AU- Katniss as a little problem, she can't stop looking through Peeta's window, trying to find a way to pay her boy with the bread back but as time goes on she realizes she wants more. But there is a problem the District is flooded with Peacekeepers and everyone faces danger as the Capitol tightens its reigns on the district. Can love bloom in the middle of adversity? Or will it shrivel in the face of surmounting danger? (@mega-aulover)

melissaeverdeen13 :: ao3, ff.net, tumblr

Popular Fic: give you my wild: a look into katniss and peeta's life as they grow back together after the war; their experiences with friendship, love, and parenthood. (@jenniferiawrence)

#authors #active authors masterlist #active authors #everlark fanfiction #thg fanfiction #everlark #masterlist #thg

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wistfulweaverwoman · 11 months ago

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This week I wrote 2148 for a future important chapter for The Apothecary’s Daughter and then around 1700 for chapter 6 (so that’s at a 3100 word count so far so almost half written).

It was a busy week, my daughter had an audition for a musical at a large production company and we had to travel for her competitive dance team (they did very well placed platinum in all their routines).

I’m already planning to keep writing today so I can post my new chapter in the next few days.

Week 10 of 2024

Didn't do that well that great this week

For An Everlarked Ever After I wrote : 1,255

For Bitter Rivals I wrote: 369

How about you guys?

#the dead wip's society #wistfulweaverwoman

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promptseverlark · 2 years ago

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Final List - Participants!

I will give you access to the collection so you can post until deadline 25th June.

@periwinckles

@dandelionlovesyou

@alwayseverlark

@albinokittens300

@shesasurvivor

@rosegardeninwinter

@mega-aulover

@everlarking-always

@lemonluvgirl

@katnissmellarkkk

@endlessnightlock

@professionalfangrrl

@youcantseeus-fan

@cozycoffeewriter

@lastleaf

@loungemermaid

@geekymoviemom

@thelettersfromnoone

@mtk4fun

@goldenslumberowo

@norbertsmom

@katnissdoesnotfollowback

@regrettable-username

@adsosfraser

@sommmee

@browneyeddevil

@mollywog

@ridasart

@jhsgf82

@absnow

@wistfulweaverwoman

@distractionsfromthefood

@sillymarigolds

#this would have happened anyway challenge summer 2023 #TWHHA summer 13 #Everlark in D13 #everlark fanfiction #everlark #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen

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wistfulweaverwoman · 24 days ago

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I was looking through my google drive and found this, which I totally forgot I wrote lol. It’s a cannon divergent fic concept that I’ve wanting to read for like ten years, but no one’s written it, so I gave it a go.

The snow is already falling too thickly by the time I’ve got my boots on. I don't even bother buttoning up my coat in my rush to get over to Peeta’s, which is a mistake because the wind blows right through my sweater, chilling me through. I can barely make out the house closest to mine as I stubble through the calf deep snow, and behind me is a white nothing. Panic starts to rise up as I continue in the direction of where I think Peeta's house is. If I walk past it without realizing I could wander too far into the storm and freeze to death.

My shoulder brushes the corner of a building a few minutes later and I walk around to the front of the house by feel, though the term is shaky at best since my hands are completely numb. I half slap half pound the front door.

More time passes than I expect and I’m just raising my hand to knock again when the door opens and a rush of warm air moves past me out into the storm. Peeta yanks me in the house and slams the door shut behind me, the entry floor now covered with snow. I’m shuddering violently now, to the point that Peeta doesn’t even ask why I’m there, just removes my coat and boots, then herds me into the back living room. He pushes me over to the fire and tugs off my sweater, then wraps me in a knitted blanket from the couch. He disappears and then returns moments later with some dry clothes. He retreats to the kitchen while I change and after a few minutes returns with a mug of tea. He watches me on the couch from the side of the fireplace, his arms crossed over his chest unhappily.

“Katniss,” he says. “What were you thinking? Walking out in a storm like that?” I shake my head. My teeth have ceased to chatter, but my head still feels muddled, and my hands, coming back to life, sharply throb.

“I just,” I say. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. You left.” He makes a disapproving sound.

“We have telephones, you could have called,” he says. “Now you’re stuck here till it winds down.” His voice is edged in anger.

“I was worried about you,” I say, pathetically. I expect his face to soften, but it doesn’t.

“You could have died,” he says. “I told you before, I don’t want you risking yourself for me.” I don’t know why his words hurt, but my anger flares.

“Well then you shouldn’t leave without telling me,” I say, my cheeks growing hot. His face actually grows harder.

“You hadn’t come down and the storm was getting worse,” he says sharply. “I wasn’t going to stay, trapped with you for three days!” I reel back, as if slapped.

“I’m sorry being around me is so terrible for you,” I say stiffly, rising, suddenly determined to go back home, even if it kills me. Peeta recognizes my intention and tries to grab my arm.

“Wait,” he says in a rush. “That’s not exactly what I meant.” I barely hear him as I dart for the door, slipping in my oversized clothes and socked feet in my rush. I’m still trying to undo all the latches when he catches up to me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

“Would you just stop,” he says, grunting as I wriggle away and start to pull the door open. He immediately pushes it shut and I dash under his arm for the back door. I’m furious that he’s trying to keep me here, which I welcome as it’s the only thing keeping my humiliation at bay.

“It’s not being around you that’s awful,” he says, his voice raised in agitation as he enters the kitchen. I pause my attempts to flee. “It’s the thought of being trapped for days with you and Gale.” I turn, confused.

“Why? He’s unconscious?” I say. Peeta looks over my shoulder and rakes his fingers through his trimmed hair.

“It’s the way you were sleeping beside him,” he says. “I’ve seen you sleeping dozens of times and you never looked like that. You were practically telling me that you love him. I tried to stay, but-” He turns his back to me.

Oh. Oh.

I consider this. Picture myself trapped for the duration of an entire blizzard with Gale and his phantom lover, waiting for the burning jealousy I felt last night to return. It doesn’t, not in Peeta’s presence. Then I picture Peeta and some girl, and immediately hate it. I think about what it’d be like to see Peeta with someone else, holding her hand, giving her kisses, holding her while she sleeps. I wonder how I’d been so sure about Gale last night only to wake up longing for Peeta. I again remind myself that I’m not supposed to want him, that it’s the Capitol’s design, what they want. Guiltily, I console myself; Peeta loves me and he wouldn’t have anyone else. I shouldn’t have come. I’m thoughtless, selfish. Peeta stares at the floor, his expression sad.

“Peeta, I would have stayed with you all night if you’d been whipped, too,” I say. I’m not sure what he saw, but he certainly can’t know about my unhinged thoughts that led me to kiss Gale. I hope Gale doesn’t remember, that will only complicate things even more. “And I’m not with Gale, not like that.” He turns back to me, his cheeks flushed.

“But he’s who you want,” Peeta says, pointedly. I laugh, but I don’t deny it, because that’s too close to admitting what I’m trying to not want.

“Since when do I get what I want?” I say, bitterly. “The last time I got what I wanted was right before I watched you die twice.” He looks startled. “They didn’t tell you? Your heart stopped twice on the hovercraft, you saw the video of me losing it, that’s why. I thought they were trying to kill you.” He just shakes his head slightly.

“No, they didn’t mention that after,” he says slowly, his blush deepening. “So there’s nothing that you wanted that you’ve gotten since then?” I understand the implication, that I’d asked him to stay with me on those nights on the train, and my own face grows hot.

“I stand corrected,” I say, primly. Peeta eyes me, and I can see the gears in his mind working as he’s trying to sort something out.

“You should probably call your mother to let her know where you are,” he says. I leave him in the kitchen and find the room where his phone is kept. The conversation is unpleasant, but there’s not much anyone can do at this point. She ends the call warning me to be safe, causing my face to burn. There’s a plate of food waiting for me when I enter, slices of fresh hot bread with butter, eggs, and bacon.

“That took a while,” he says, noticing me. “Long lecture about being ‘safe’?” He gives me a sympathetic look.

“How did you know?” I say, too surprised to deny it.

“I got the same one from Haymitch when we got back,” he says, smirking slightly. “Little does he know that’ll never happen.”

“Never,” I say, agreeing. “I don’t want children.” Peeta gives me a funny look. “What, you do? When Victor’s kids are reaped more often than not?”

“No, it’s not that,” he says. “You do know what birth control is? You can have sex, without pregnancy?” I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. I shove the rest of the bread I’m holding into my mouth, hoping it’ll take so long to chew that he’ll change the subject. He waits.

“There’s herbs, but they’re not always effective,” I say, embarrassed. “There’s been plenty of women that have tried and turned up pregnant. My mother warned them, only never having relations is a sure way to not have children.” He blinks, for a second.

“There’s other ways, more sure, uh, methods,” he says. “How do you think most merchants only have one or two children?”

“I never wondered,” I say, pointedly shoveling more food into my mouth, concentrating on my plate.

“There’s a shot, Capitol medicine,” he says. “It lasts five years. My oldest brother, Bran, had to save up for a whole year to afford it, before he could get married to his wife, Daisy.”

“They waited a whole year so they could use the medicine?” I say, suddenly curious. “It really works that well?”

“One to two kids,” says Peeta. “It’s a sure thing.” I can’t quite reconcile the idea that someone could have the kind of love that leads to children and just never get pregnant, the concept is so foreign. The implications of what something like that could have on my life are more than I can even process right now, but something kind of breaks open in me, like an egg; I can have some freedom in at least one area of my life.

“Why did your parents have three?” I say. Peeta smiles self-deprecatingly and turns to clean the dishes.

“My mom really wanted a girl,” he says.

“I’m sorry,” I say. He looks over, flashing me a wry smile. He looks exhausted, deep blue bruises under his eyes.

“I need a nap,” I say. “I had nightmares all morning.”

“Good, I need some sleep too,” he says. “Did you want to sleep on the couch?” I give him a look and he grins at me. “I’ll be there too,” he says. I shrug.

“Fine,” I say. He lays down first and tries to make room for me, but I end up having to tuck one of my legs over his to keep from rolling off. “Sorry,” I say with a grunt, pressing into his side as I wiggle away from the edge of the couch. He tugs a blanket over the both of us and sighs. He must feel as relieved as I do.

His chest rises, slow and steady, already asleep. The warmth of him seeps into my muscles, and the thump of his heart lulls me to the precipice of sleep.

Sometime later my eyes blink open. The same half dark light comes through the windows, no indication of what time it could be. My cheek, the one hit with the lash, is throbbing sharply and I recall my decision to rebel. I shift the angle of my head to look at Petra’s face, soft with sleep, his thick, nearly translucent lashes brushing his cheeks. One thing I don’t need to worry about is whether Peeta will stand with me. I know he will.

For the second day in a row I impulsively press my lips to the mouth of a sleeping boy, fueled by a rush of affection. Unlike Gale Peeta does not stay unconscious. I shouldn’t be surprised. No one lives through an arena and sleeps soundly after, not for very long anyways. He inhales sharply and his eyes pop open as I withdraw, burying my face in his shirt.

#wistfulweaverwoman #everlark #cannon divergence #oops #i should not be making new fics #i have so many wip #don’t look at me 🙈

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mollywog · 1 year ago

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@wistfulweaverwoman added an outtake to The Shape of Us and that’s been haunting me all day.

Go check it out!

#I was JUST thinking about The Shape of Us #wistfulweaverwoman #lilymaid #everlark fanfiction #the shape of us #fic rec

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wistfulweaverwoman · 11 months ago

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Sure! @sohypothetically you're one of the few original mutuals of mine that are still active. We've been mutuals for NINE years!!

I joined the fandom at some point in the later half of 2013. Maybe because I was so new, or maybe because I got fairly lucky with my mutuals? Mostly I remember feeling really appreciated by my mutuals, they were excited that I was on that day and we knew if one of us was sick or had a date or something. I do think we reposted each others stuff more back then, and we used to have these very long reblog chats discussing and dissecting the texts. I was quite rabid about my theory that Peeta rips off Katniss's cape when she was on fire and point out why ALL of the time, as well as pointing out that any time Katniss mentions "strong arms" she talking about Peeta without saying who she's talking about.

Yeah, within the everlark crowd the anti-Gale hate was strong then, lots of fics where he's super controlling to the point that in many fics he rapes Katniss, which is wildly OOC. The Galniss crowd used to be way larger and more obnoxious. A lot of them shut up (or left) after MJ2 came out. Honestly, most fics were OOC with most of the characters.

I was never a super popular writer so that's probably part of it, though few of my mutuals were very popular and for sure had anon issues. My first fic (The Awkward In-Between) was nominated for best Hunger Games fanfic of all times (The Fanatic Fanfics Multifandom Awards) and we were encouraged to basically campaign to get people to vote for us. I never bothered because out of the other four nominees one was The Miners Wife and the other was When the Moon. LOL. It was literally a popularity contest.

What really stood out to me at the time was how ridiculous people were about Peeta and Katniss. In MOST fics Peeta was always portrayed as perfect and Katniss was always a heartless bitch. Obviously this comes from Katniss's own internal dialogue only and completely ignores/misses contextual evidence that paints an entirely different narrative. I remember being terrified of the backlash I was going to get by the perfect!Peeta crowd with my fic that not only contradicted popular fic culture, but used textual evidence to support my story. I had several discussions with my beta at the time. The hate never came, in part I think because I wasn't one of the popular writers, so I never came under the gaze of those who might attack me.

The other big thing at the time was that there were a LOT of anti-feminist trolls. They'd DM the meanest stuff. No to me, but to a mutual that became a target. They'd tell her that they hoped she was raped to death, and other just awful shit.

Since then we've had a lot of societal shifts. People started calling out rape culture, Me Too, BLM, OWS... these moments have all effected how people think and that in turn has effected the fandom and folks seem to have a more balanced view of everlark now.

Another big difference is there's a lot more people that really study the books and wring out every possible detail now. I think a lot of the OG fics were written by people that'd only read the books once, maybe twice, and read by people that only read the books once to twice. So the perfect!Peeta/bitch!Katniss became cannon-like to these people since they'd read more fics than than they'd read the books.

Before I ever joined the fandom I'd read the books though maybe five times and had written multiple character analysis and I went into the fandom and reading fanfic with a kind of horror. Luckily I came across a diamond early in my search for growing together fics (The List) and figured there'd be more.

When I took a break from the fandom it was for personal reasons, and I still kept in touch with some people via a Facebook group that still going years later.

It's important for context to understand that I was never an "inner circle" Everlarker. I lurked, I was ignored and I basically lived in my own little corner of the world.

Do you think fandom has changed since then?

Ah, Anon,

I think the fandom is different for sure. Or may I am. I don't know.

It's hard to describe how it was back then. Tumblr was such a different place and you had these amazing creators as well as people who were almost obnoxiously Everlark-centric. There was a lot of drama. Like, high-school-level drama. Mean girl stuff. People trying to be top of the heap. It was very, very competitive. And if you were interested in a different point of view -- like Gale not being the anti-Christ -- then people didn't dig that.

We had PIP (Prompts in Panem) and FandomforLLS, which showcased talent, but also made like little Hunger Games out of it. There were constant little gift exchanges or themed prompts that would fly around, and we compared whose stories were more popular. FandomforLLS actually was cross-fandom and people voted for stories. It was bragging rights, but it was a big deal. Then S2SL came about -- same thing. We all came together for a cause, but it was a bit of a popularity contest. If you didn't write drabbles, or smut, or weren't a fast writer who wrote cleanly, you were left behind. And if you wrote something unpopular, it followed you for a bit. We had divisive arguments over certain stories.

And then we had the earth shattering article heard around the world. It was meant to be a good thing that highlighted the best the fandom had to offer, but it named named for the "greats" and everyone else got their feelings hurt. It was awful.

So...is it different now ? I think there are still people who are very, very faithful to their pairing. I think adding TBOSAS changed things up because it added another primary couple/characters to the mix. But I think -- I hope -- that competitive feeding frenzy where we pitted one author against another is done.

I hope.

Anyone else want to share experience? I know mine doesn't sound positive, but I must have gotten something out of it because I'm still here!

#wistfulweaverwoman #personal #history of the fandom

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endlessnightlock · 2 years ago

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60. "you're still asking if i feel the same? what do you think that kiss meant?"

Thanks for the prompt @wistfulweaverwoman

From this prompt list.

In-Panem, Post-Mockingjay

From the moment the day's thunderstorms began (so common in the summer months, they did nothing to help Katniss differentiate her Mondays from her Thursdays or any other day of the week, something a burned-out Mockingjay could have used some assistance with), it was already one hell of a day. The kind of day where everything felt dark and empty, and she wanted Peeta's company from the word go.

That was until realizing with each passing hour the day might have been best spent alone.

Not that she wanted to be alone. Never that. On her better days, Katniss could convince herself that he still cared about her and could someday love her again.

On the days like today, when the inside of her head wouldn't shut up and give her a damn break for one second, she couldn't persuade herself he did. Peeta was already getting tired of her, she knew, tired of spending his time with this shell of the person she used to be.

But Peeta was nothing if he wasn't loyal.

"Why are you still here?" she asked him that evening. She wouldn't look his way, her eyes dry and sore from hours spent staring at nothing between bouts of crying. It would have been safer alone with her muddled thoughts, not apt to say things that could drive him away. But she'd come up against a wall inside her head and it refused to give until she asked the question.

"Why am I here, in Twelve?" He asked. He was sprawled out on the living room floor with a sketchbook in front of him but hadn't drawn anything in it yet. His arms were folded, chin resting in the crook of one elbow.

Katniss sat, picking at the loose string of a sofa cushion. It took her a few moments to realize he was studying her, waiting for an answer. She looked up; he was frowning at her. "Yeah."

"This is my home," he said slowly as if he were talking to a small child, and the answer was obvious. "Everything I care about is here. How about you? Would you be somewhere else if you had a choice?"

"All I ever wanted was to come home," she said, leaving out the parts about Prim and her mother, who was too sad to acknowledge her older daughter's existence, and Madge and the bombed-out rubble of the district. "But I thought you had more options than me."

"Maybe. None I was interested in," Peeta said. "I've had enough new for the rest of my life, I think. Besides, you're here," he added, "where else would I go?"

Katniss shrugged, staring at the frayed cushion string. A tense moment passed until he sighed, got up off the floor, and joined her on the couch. He said her name to get her to look at him. When she met his eyes, he smiled and brushed the stray strands of hair away from her face. She blinked slowly; she felt herself trembling. His hands cradled the sides of her face, and he leaned in to kiss her.

It wasn't a passionate kiss, not like it'd been on the beach when desire could have easily overtaken them both, but solid and firm, an "I love you and I'm not going anywhere" kiss.

His lips on hers brought warmth back to her body and a tide of emotions she had to tuck away for later because she was too wrung out to process them. Except for a glimmer of happiness, that feeling was too sharp and bright to ignore.

His eyes were bright when he pulled away. He didn't let her draw away from him, grasping both her hands in his sturdy grip. "You're still asking if I feel the same? What do you think that kiss meant?"

#endlessnightlock writes #everlark fanfiction #everlark drabble #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark #thg #everlark

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thgcommentfeast · 9 months ago

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UPDATE:

New friends have been added to the participating writers club! Welcome:

@wistfulweaverwoman

@thesmileykate

@ladeedade

We look forward to seeing what you'll come up with!

There is still time to sign up as a participating author for this round of thgcommentfeast! If you’d like to participate, please complete our short form as we need your AO3 username. If you’re having any troubles feel free to shoot us an ask anytime!

#comment feast #everlark #the hunger games #thgcommentfeast #thgcommentfeastmay24 #may24

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wistfulweaverwoman · 2 years ago

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Okay @rosegardeninwinter I’ll unpack my thoughts on this. There’s a few things at play. First, she’s shy, and a bit of an introvert. She doesn’t even consider Madge a friend till Madge comes to visit her after she’s been reaped, even though they eat lunch together daily and always partner for school projects or PE.

This is where some of her trauma comes into play. She suffered terrible neglect after her father died at the hands of her mother, both emotionally and physically, resulting in her both feeling undeserving of love and a desire to not grow close to anyone for fear of being rejected again. This is why she was so resistant to accept Peeta’s love and so devastated when she learns of his hijacking and so irrationally angry with him when he starts to return to himself.

I think she does her best to keep most people at a distance, though she knows herself well enough to tell us “Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.” There are a few people she thinks of fondly by Catching Fire, Madge, Gales family, and Greasy Sae (who she specifically brings food to when the trains stop coming).

This is after she’s won the games and therefore has the money to buy all the things necessary for survival and has the time and emotional availability to cultivate friendships.

Before the games her main concern was feeding her family and staying alive, and she couldn’t afford distractions. I don’t think it was a conscious idea, that she couldn’t afford to shift her focus beyond hunting and trading, it was just part of her instinct for survival. But just as her world view shifted and broadened throughout her arc, so did the amount of people that she came to care for.

Further, I’d like to point out that when she says that she will have as little to do with Peeta as possible (in reference to kind people rooting) she’s not acknowledging that it’s far too late, he’d rooted deep in her back when she was just 11 years old. That’s why she notices so many things about him when she barely acknowledges much else (even through the entire series, there’s so much text that requires analysis because she doesn’t consciously acknowledge the things that happen in her peripheral). It’s why she trusts him so quickly and feels betrayed when she discovers he’s asked to be coached on his own, and why she feels such hate when she thinks he’s actually working with the Careers.

Prim probably has a ton of friends as Katniss tells us that Prim is basically universally adored, but it’s just not specifically mentioned in the text because SC left out what wasn’t integral to the story.

It's so peculiar how the concept of friendship is non-existent in the Seam.

Because people do get married there but friendships are the type of relationships that are skipped?

It's understandable when the whole neighborhood focuses its energy on survival. Hunger is such a visceral need, it drives people, and it is their priority.

But we're not presented to any other characters around Katniss' age or classmates. The kids from her school that have names are Madge and Delly, merchants.

Haymitch didn't have any friends mentioned in his young years.

Lucy says they don't have much contact with Seam people, because they still see her and her family as outsiders.

Even after Katniss becomes a closed person, she is still able to view other people as potential friends if they were in different circumstances. So probably Seam kids think like this too, they just happen to live in an environment that turns simple human connections into another form of unreachable luxury.

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