#@shellibug

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[alliswell21]

Happy belated birthday @shellibug!

A small gift for you, because you’re one of my most loyal readers and an awesome beta to boot!!! Love you!!!

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“Let’s talk about this for a moment,” he said frowning in confusion, absently rubbing his forehead with the pad of his fingers.

“Let’s not.” I glare directly at him and he has the good sense to avert his gaze.

“But I want to understand!” He almost begs.

“What else is there to understand, Peeta?” I ask annoyed with his insistence. “It’s pretty self explanatory. I came in to the bakery after my hunt, and helped poor Fern serve a few patrons that were giving her grief. You need to give that girl a raise just for putting up with some of your customers.” I say curtly.

“O… kay. I think I can manage to give my employees a few extra coins a month. I still don’t understand why were my employees giggling uncontrollably about a spooked customer you were “helping”?” He says with air quotations.

“It was nothing, really.” I wave him off and try to go back to slice vegetables for supper, but he leans forward so I’m force to acknowledge his presence. Lousy bastard knows me so well after all this time.

“Elaborate?” He says with a hand gesture.

I huff and drop my knife on the cutting board. “That awful woman ‘asked’— more like, demanded— to be served by you personally, again! I stepped up relieving Fern so I could serve the lady myself. But the woman tried to get cute with me, explaining as if I was a five year old, that she needed to see the owner, to thank him properly.

“I told her that she was talking to the owner’s spouse which amounted to the same thing at the end—“

“Wait a second!” He interrupts my story grabbing my shoulders and turning me so we’re face to face. “You told some stranger you were my spouse?” He asks and the muscles of his face twitch unable to settle on one emotion.

“Well, yeah! The stuff we do behind closed doors is exactly the things that married people do in the privacy of their bedroom… so...” I try to shrug nonchalantly but my whole face is burning up. We’ve been feeding the hunger for a few months now, but I still get mortified when the subject is brought up openly.

There’s a goofy smile starting to take over Peeta’s face, so to prevent him from commenting further I suddenly snap defensively, “Plus I seem to remember someone fibbing about some secret toasting on national TV.” I try to not over do it, not wanting to trigger any episodes, though those come far and in between and he can manage them better now, there’s no reason to poke the bear.

It does however cause the effect I was after, when Peeta shuts his kissable mouth and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah… I guess so. Please, by all means. Continue?”

“There’s nothing else much to it. The woman gave me this dumb look before feigning surprise at the realization that she was talking to the Mockingjay in person, because apparently she didn’t recognize me without my bow and arrows— like the fact that she’s in 12, at Mellark’s bakery with the huge picture of us holding hands hanging on the wall behind the register wasn’t enough to clue her in—“ I roll my eyes, “Then I apologized for the confusion, and brought my bow and arrows from under the counter where I’d put them earlier, and for some reason she got pale and shaky and left after babbling some nonsense about what a great honor it was to meet me, and she was an admirer of the two of us, but she'd just remembered she was gluten intolerant.”

“For some reason?” He eyes me suspiciously repeating back my earlier words.

“What can I say? She seemed to be a newly relocated capitolite. And you know how weird those people are.” I shrug.

“Katniss?” He drags out the Ss at the end of my name. He knows there’s more.

“I may have loaded the bow and aimed it above her head just to confirm my identity.” I say offhandedly.

“You what?” Now he looks chagrin and pulls his hair with both hands.

I wonder if it’s crazy that watching him so flustered and worked up is making me warm all over? If I don’t look away the hunger will come back with a vengeance and who knows what will happen then. For all my prudish ways, I’m usually the instigator in our relationship.

“Okay.” He finally says on a exhale. “First of all, we can’t threaten the customers. Can you imagine if I had come out of the back room brandishing a piping bag to attack Gale every time he showed up without you on tow?”

“What? Are you serious? What were you planning to do with a piping bag, frost him to death?” I want to sound outraged but my retort comes out with an amused snort completely ruining the effect.

Peeta shrugs. “Hey, I didn’t have the same resources you had in weaponry.” Now we are smirking at each other. “So, this is what’s gonna happen,” he says turning serious. “You’re gonna let me come up with a sappy, romantic way to propose… for real this time around,” he glares at me and all I can do is raise my hands in surrender trying to hide my smile.

“Then,” He continues, “we’ll get married, for real, either by Justice Building or a simple toasting, is up to you and I promise I’ll make you the most decadent chocolate cake you’ve ever tasted,”

“Tempting.” I say bringing my arms around his neck as he coils his around my waist.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s high time you make a honest man out of me, miss Everdeen.” He kisses my nose with a goofy smile and I just snort a chuckle at his antics, because if anything, he should be making an honest wife out of me, but I guess this is how’s always meant to be.

“And what if any more women come after you annoying me?” I pout.

“Then you’ll deal with them… without the bow?” We are both laughing now, and I truly treasure this moment that has been so hard fought for. I will never stop loving this man.

“So, you just agreed to let me propose to you. Real or not real?”

I know the old game is not really necessary since his eyes are clear as day and he’s smiling brightly, but I follow suit because giving him reassurance won’t ever hurt. “Real!” And then, because I’m stupidly giddy when he spins me around I yell, “We’re getting married!”

“For real!” He amends before sealing the deal with a kiss.

[twin-books]

Knowing

Here it is. Thanks to all the people who liked my post about wanting to post this fan fic. Seriously, I really appreciate it and the person who reblogged it. So, I just wanted to shout you guys out so you can read it if ya want.  @ouatpancakes @peterstarkparkerskywalker @shellibug @lenacraft Basically, the whole reason I wrote this was 1. For fun. 2. To kind of display how I think Adrien would react in this situation vs. what everyone else seems to think. Anyway, it ain’t much but enjoy.

"I-I... I like you!" Adrien stood staring at one of his best friends, shocked. Pieces suddenly seemed to be fitting together. It was so obvious now. He could feel his heart flutter a bit, his brain filling with thoughts of "I can't believe it" and, "she likes me. Me."

But it all quickly shattered when he realized, someone he considered a true friend didn't actually know him. She didn't like him, as his true personality, she liked the persona he displayed.

Thinking about it like that disheartened him. Of course, it wasn't Marinette's fault. He never did have any true free time, per say. What little time he had with her was mostly awkward and now he knew why. He never did get much opportunity in school to display who he truly was or maybe, just what he wanted to be.

The girl in front of him, brave as she was to admit her confession was quickly losing her confidence upon the silence that befell them. "I knew this was stupid. Sorry for wasting your time." She mumbled, and it snapped Adrien out of his thoughts

"No!" Adrien cried, more complications filling his head. It hurt him knowing he was unable to return her feelings. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, sheepishly smiling. "It actually explains a lot of things..."

Marinette looked about ready to collapse in on herself. Adrien quickly realized his mistake. "I mean, I can't believe I didn't notice the signs earlier, is all. Now it just seems, kind of obvious."

"It was stupidly apparent." Marinette giggled at her expense, avoiding eye contact with him. Intense guilt started filling Adrien's soul. He wondered; Was this how Ladybug felt? "It's okay if you don't really like me..."

She looked... So dejected. Adrien placed his hand on her shoulders, prompting her to face him. He gave her an awkward but comforting smile. "Hey, Marinette. You're awesome. One of my best friends. I am so... honored you would even display such feelings for me, I just... Wish I spent more time with you."

"Oh... Yeah. I suppose that would be helpful." Mariette looked to the side and half-heartedly chuckled. "Maybe if I wasn't such a walking disaster it would have made that easier on us- I mean you!"

Adrien held in a chuckle, his regret and empathy overwhelming him. "No. That's... That's not it. I'm incapable of sharing those same feelings for you right now. I really value you, Marinette. You mean a lot to me but... Right now, maybe we should just get to know one another as friends?"

Adrien held his breath as Marinette's eyes glossed over but with a swift blink it was gone, and she smiled comfortingly. She pulled his hands off her shoulders and held them. "I would like that very much." She then released his hands and looked to the side again before looking him in the eye. "You... Like someone else, don't you?"

Adrien pulled her into a hug. "She doesn't matter right now. Marinette, please don't be sad because of me. I appreciate you so much and I don't want to lose you before I even get know the true Marinette. Before you even get to know the true... me."

Marinette smiled, wiping a single tear from her eye, pulling away. "Me neither. Getting to know you and being your friend is enough." Adrien wanted to believe her, but the guilt was heavy in his heart. Then soft hands grabbed his. "Thank you, really. This may not have turned out how I dreamed but... I say, maybe it was even better." She pulled him back into an embrace. "Let's start over."

Adrien smirked and pulled away, making a charming bow. "Adrien Agreste, pleased to meet you." Marinette burst out into laughter, lightly punching him in the arm.

"Not what I meant, and you know it, Chat!" Marinette covered her mouth once she realized what she said. Adrien was taken aback. "So-Sorry. You just... reminded me of Chat Noir. I've ran into him a couple of times." She rubbed her arm awkwardly. Adrien burst into a laughter and Marinette soon followed.

"It's fine. It's really a compliment." Adrien said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Hey, for a minute there, you had me thinking of Ladybug. Guess that means were a duo, now?"

"Really?" Marinette giggled, before considering the comment and smiling brightly. "Yeah. I suppose it does." ................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Ever since Marinette's confession, Adrien had felt strange. He was happy but sad at the same time. He felt bad for wishing it was Ladybug but felt good that it came from Marinette.

Plagg was certainly no help, by any means. He kept blabbing on about how awkward the interaction was and how the floating cat wished so much not to be there. Adrien only rolled his eyes. How could anyone expect anything else but awkward in such a situation?

Still... He didn't feel good. It felt like guilt was drowning him. He couldn't shake how sad Marinette seemed when he refused her. No. Worse. Friend zoned her. It was exactly what he never wanted to do. He could only wonder if Ladybug ever felt that awful about how she handled his confession.

Finding that just lying on his bed, staring blankly out his window didn't seem to help, he sat up. He realized the sun was going down. Now was the perfect time for a heroic outing.

He looked to Plagg, whom was mindlessly munching on some more camembert. Was that all the tiny cat cared about?

Plagg looked back at Adrien. Realizing what he wanted Plagg groaned and swallowed the last of his cheese. "Just say it already." Adrien chuckled a bit before summoning Plagg back into the ring and letting Chat Noir out.

Feeling a bit more rejuvenated already, Adrien escaped out the window. He was delighted by the feeling of the wind rushing through his scruffy Chat hair. Nothing beat the feeling of freedom. Nothing beat being Chat Noir.

Then his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure sitting on one of the many roofs of Paris. A very familiar figure. He came to a halt and quickly headed over to said figure and took a seat beside them. "Good evening, M'Lady. What brings you out this evening? Shouldn't you be getting your beauty sleep, not that you need it." He smirked.

Ladybug turned her head, rolling her eyes. She had an unamused smirk on her face, but he knew she liked it. However, something seemed off about his lady. "Good evening, yourself, Chaton. Shouldn't you be getting your own beauty sleep, since you clearly need it?" Her smirk became more mischievous.

Adrien faked being offended, hand on his heart for dramatic effect. "Mmm... That burns." Then he smiled, and it only grew bigger when Ladybug laughed. However, he sensed the lack of sincere joy. He stayed silent for a few seconds, contemplating whether to ask or not. He eventually gave in. "Is something wrong, M'lady?"

Ladybug seemed a bit surprised by his sudden concern, as if she expected him not to notice. Really, she should know better by now. "Why, whatever do you mean, kitty?" She giggled, awkwardly, an emotion she didn't often show around him. He had to admit, it was cute.

"Ladybug... It's me. You can tell me anything." Adrien said. Ladybug's gaze fell to her lap, clearly contemplating. He smiled and wiggled his cat ears, making sure she would notice. "I'm all ears." He chuckled and felt a sense of accomplishment as she playfully pushed him, groan escaping her.

She was quiet a few more seconds before looking him in the eye. "If you must know, kitty... I did something I never thought I would be able to do today, and it didn't end up being any of the millions of scenarios I imagined it turning out to be."

Adrien didn't have much to say to this, but he related. His experience with Marinette was one he never expected. "Oh?" He inquired.

"Yes. I confessed my feelings to my crush."

"Oh." He tried not to sound too disappointed. "What happened?"

Ladybug continued to stare out into the distance, not looking at him. He just watched her lips move. "Well... I imagined he would be disgusted and never want to see me again-"

"Pfft... Who could turn you down, M'Lady?"

"Or he would just scoop me up in his arms and admit his undying love for me..." She blushed, "Or something."

Adrien looked to the left then back at her. "So... what happened?"

"He apologized for not returning my feelings and said he wanted to get to know me first and he wanted me to get to know him. I... I asked him if he liked someone else and he said she didn't matter, that I was important." Adrien teared his gaze from her lips and looked out into the distance. Her story seemed so... familiar. His ears perked when she laughed. "And, you want to know what else he said?"

"What?" Adrien mumbled, feeling a bit jealous.

"That I reminded him of Ladybug." She wiped a tear from her eye. "If only he knew..."

And for the second time today realization hit Adrien like a ton of bricks. That guilty feeling swarming in again. Of course. It was just his luck. How did he not see it? How did he not see any of it?

"And you want to hear something funny?" Adrien turned his head to look at her and found her staring right back at him.

"What?" He nearly whispered.

"It only made me love him more." She said, tears brimming in her eyes.

By that point, something so swift, like an arrow, pierced his heart. Sound was lost to him as he gazed into her eyes then turned his head out to the open. That burden of guilt lifting off his chest, replaced by a heavier feeling of knowing. Knowing and loving knowing.

[everlarkficquestions]

I'm trying to find this really amazing modern day high school AU where johanna tries to set katniss up with gale but she and peeta are best friends who haven't admitted their love and then at gale's party katniss kisses him by blowing weed smoke into peeta's mouth lol

FOUND!

Best Laid Plans by atetheredmind

Thank you @shellibug and @branchan​!

[alliswell21]

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[littleevilisa]

shellibug replied to your photo: So yeah… I’m a doctor now. No biggie.

Congratulations :)

 Thank you @shellibug, I worked very hard on it :)

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Dear @shellibug,

I made you this Mellark family photo collage. I hope you like it.

Your Secret Santa!

Fanart sources:

1. http://promptsinpanem.tumblr.com/post/105687321815/by-solesofwind

2. http://promptsinpanem.tumblr.com/post/105838338410/i-was-following-the-pack-all-swaddled-in-their

3. http://everlarkimages.tumblr.com/post/69410785625/merry-christmas-dear-by-22dreamofmidnight22

4. http://everlarkimages.tumblr.com/post/62248349087/fur-snowflakes-and-lipstick-by-yorinarpati

5. http://porchwood.tumblr.com/post/155331364565/everlak-snow-by-soles-of-wind

[alliswell21]

Everlark Self Interview:

Hello all, here is my contribution to this exercise, lol.

I’m going to feature my story “A Pixie for the Mellark Children” on this self interview, because is the one kicking my butt right now, and it’s my most sincere dream to finish it like I envisioned.

Here goes!

-Did you do an outline, brain stormed or did you start writing?

I did, actually. I outlined the story to be 14 chapters long and each chapter was detailed-ly mapped out, with a few choice dialogue notes here and there, and a whole list of web pages with pixie folklore info I used to consult.

-How long did the story take to write, and did it went through changes in the process?

Yeah… it’s been like 3 years at this point? *sighs* I moved houses, then had a baby, and now I’m trying to catch up.

-Where did the story come from? What inspired it?

We were getting ready to buy our new house, we’ve been saving for a couple of years, because we needed a better school district, and then one morning my husband got a call from the bank from fraud prevention, somebody had stolen his debit card number— thank goodness they weren’t that smart— they tried going over the limit and the bank blocked the card right away. We could’ve lost all of our savings then… bye-bye house.

I was completely stressed out about the whole thing. I was angry and very disappointed in humanity.

So I started writing a story as opposed to my situation as I could. I had recently read about pixies riding ponies in the English countryside, and I decided that sounded kind of lovely, so I did some research, and took some creative license in creating the world of the pixies and how they interact with children and senior adults that need help. By the way, Fairies are totally mean, they will kidnap your kids! But Pixies are cool, they watch out for animals, children and old folks.

-What was the hardest part of the story to write?

I wanted to write an a-hole Peeta for whatever reason. So, sometimes I have to sit and think “what will sweet, kind, generous Peeta do/say in this situation?” And go in the opposite direction. The readers hate him :)

-What was your favorite part of the story?

Researching the Pixie traditions. Writing about Devon, England— I’ve never been, but I printed pictures of it and the wild ponies because the place is beautiful. I hope to visit someday.

-Were there any parts that related directly to your life?

Not really. Most of this story has been written out of research and second hand experiences. My beta @shellibug did such an amazing job describing some of the landmarks of London, it felt as if I was there with her. She’s also help so much with “Britishism” and dialogue, is one of the best parts of the story I believe.

-Which are the easiest and hardest characters to write?

Peeta has been hard to write, because he can get so OOC. The easiest I think has been Prim and Haymitch. They pretty much write themselves.

-Any OCs?

Not quite Original. Unless the pony (that’s just a pony without any anthropomorphic abilities) counts?

I do have Mrs. Mellark and Peeta’s brothers; while they’re canon, we never see/hear the brothers in THG trilogy, so mostly they are characters I’ve half made up for this story.

-Did you learn anything about yourself as a writer with this story?

I’ve learn a lot with each of my stories. This one is no different. I did learn that things change and mutate from what you envisioned and I can cringe at my own choices at times.

I’ve decided to cut a few things out of the story from what I wanted in the beginning, because now they look redundant or too ambitious, and having a toddler again has seriously made me reconsider everything around me. I hope I can write a good ending for this story I hold dear to my heart.

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Dear @shellibug,

Today I should reveal my identity. Since I was a little lazy Secret Santa, today I send you a special Advent Calendar, to make up for the missed days during our YIP month! I hope you like it!

I wish you and your family a pleasant holidays and a happy and successful New Year!

Your (not-so-Secret) Santa, @florence68blog!

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Dear @shellibug,

all week without a greetings from your Santa... Sorry! As you can see on the postcard, I was very busy:)

I hope you had a nice weekend. Enjoy your week!

Your Secret Santa!

[jennagill]

Thank you @greetingsfromthenorthernsea @javistg and @shellibug ! That's definitely the plan! My original blend of the two source materials wasn't working though, so I'm taking a different approach and hopefully going to have a better piece in the end :)

“Don’t walk away from me, bitch” escapes my lips.

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I promised @papofglencoe something for Halloween and that something has taken a turn, which needs more time to develop. I’ve been tinkering on this mash up of my fave BTVS episode (2x19: I Only Have Eyes For You) and Mockingjay since April, but I just can’t quit this idea. So enjoy this preview instead!

Keep reading

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For @shellibug!

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[alliswell21]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @wendywobbles and @mega-aulover thank you ladies!

1. Am I named after someone?

Sort of, there was a missionary lady my parents met as newlyweds that just made a great impression on them. Her name was Joyce… so they named me the equivalently Joy in Spanish. I kinda disliked my name growing up, until I realized my name was unique and mine and I rocked it, so I made peace with it.

2. The last time I cried?

Last week… I’m Venezuelan, after years of horrible political debacles, we finally saw a spark of hope and I just broke down crying like a baby. I surprised even myself with that reaction.

3. Do I have/want kids?

I have two children. one boy and one girl. The boy has always been a breeze, but the girl is running me ragged. She’s just a sassy ball of energy.

4. Do I use sarcasm often?

My husband thinks I do.

5. The first thing I notice about someone?

It depends. I’d be a terrible eye witness.

6. Eye color?

Brown

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending.

8. Special talents?

I have killer organizational skills. I don’t use them

Much nowadays though. I’m not bad at singing.

9. Where was I born?

Venezuela

10. Hobbies?

Cooking, sewing, reading and writing fanfic

11. Pets?

None currently. But had a Chinchilla for 9 years, it passed 4 years ago, and had a beautiful miniature Chinese sharpei with a personality as big as Texas.

12. Sports I play/have played?

Used to play Kickball. I’m Venezuelan, my favorite sport is baseball, but only played it occasionally with friends.

13. How tall am I?

4’10”

14. Favorite subject in school?

Math. System’s Logic (college)

15. Dream job?

I’m doing what I always wanted to do: Mothering.

I tag @katnissdoesnotfollowback, @shellibug, @chele20035, @savvylark, @everlarkingjoshifer etc

[everlarkficquestions]

Sunday Stumped Day 18

It’s another Sunday Stumped Day.

Sometimes we straight out get stumped.  So each week on Sunday we’ll post of a list of asks that we need your help on.

If you have an answer to any of these shoot us a message/ask/reply with the Post number and the fic number and we’ll add it and give you a shout out with our thanks. Any links you can provide will also be super helpful.

Thanks!

Post 1 , Post 2 , Post 3, Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11, Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16 and Post 17 can be found here - and there are still fics we need your help with.

210. keenwolfstudent-3c51c42e said to everlarkficquestions:  

Hey! Do you know the story in which katniss and peeta were best friends growing up and peeta broke his leg and lived with her

POSSIBLY Love Is... by annieoakley1 or Middle School by hey_you (part of the Star-Crossed Lovers Series)

Thank you @shellibug @jennagill @nightlock-89 and @alex1vazquez!

211. keenwolfstudent-3c51c42e said to everlarkficquestions:

Hey do you know any stories in which katniss is at dinner with the mellark and she sees mrs mellark being mean to peeta

FOUND! 

Behind Blue Eyes by maxwellandlovelace

Speed Date by Everlark_Pearl

Thank you @nightlock-89 and @jennagill!

212. amazinglovers747 said to everlarkficquestions:                                          

Hi are there any fics where Katniss and Peeta are getting married and Katniss is nervous?

213. themaiahblr said to everlarkficquestions:

I’m looking for a post Mockingjay fic, where Katniss gets kidnapped by rebelling peacekeepers and they keep her in like a shed behind their victor houses and I think Peeta’s the one that finds her. And that’s pretty much all I remember, thank you sooo much for your guys help!!!

FOUND! chapters 74-76 of Much Worse Games to Play by panskiss123

Thank you @florence68blog @the-alwayseverlark and @bandathebillie!

214. honoro23 said to everlarkficquestions:                                                        

Do you know of a fic that is set in the growing back together timeline, it starts off with Peeta walking in on Katniss laughing at buttercup falling, later on Katniss has on new boots and falls out of a tree I believe?  

215. pantsless-wonder said to everlarkficquestions:                                            

Looking for a post-MJ fic where Katniss has just found out she’s pregnant and then Gale comes to visit and he immediately knows and tells Haymitch, who comes to the bakery after she’s spent the day with Peeta. Then later, Katniss punches Gale in the face for telling and he tells her he’s getting married to some chick from 11. Sound familiar? I think I found it on one of your pregnancy masterlists, but I have no idea which one.  

216. elaine-spades said to everlarkficquestions:    

I’m trying to find a story where everlark are married via Capitol, but Katniss treats it like it’s a real marriage

FOUND!

Have Heart, My Dear by monoreslittle

Thank you @sunsetrmydreams!

217. countingthestars said to everlarkficquestions:                                            

Any fics where _katniss, peeta, gale, Johanna and finnick_ Are trapped in a forest but not in the games. Thank you.

218. faithandcertainty said to everlarkficquestions: 

Is there any fics where Peeta has powers and uses them to protect Katniss in the Games, or anything similar? I came across a fae!Peeta fic that was amazing but it wad incomplete with only a few chapters.

219. marvelous-taytay said to everlarkficquestions:                                             

HI!! I love your blog ❤︎ i want to know if there are any fanfics  where peeta is insecure about his prosthetic leg?

FOUND! Talking Body by atetheredmind

Thank you @florence68blog!

Do any of these fics ring a bell, please let us know!