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[thgfanfictionlibrary]

This Would Have Happened Anyway Winter 24 Challenge is now LIVE!

Read and comment guessing who each author is! Enjoy and may the odds be ever in your favor! How many can you get right?

Authors will be revealed on January 10th.

Current Authors:

@thesweetnessofspring

@albinokittens300/@mellarked-katnisseverdeen

@mollywog

@thesmileykate

@adsosfraser

@mtk4fun

@thelettersfromnoone

@goldenslumberow

@endlessnightlock: not posted, will be released on blog later after challenge!

@wistfulweaverwoman

[thesweetnessofspring]

these final hours by thesweetnessofspring

Rated: T

Description: The rebellion uses the spectacle of Katniss and Peeta's wedding day to start the fight against the Capitol. In exchange for their cooperation as mouthpieces for the rebellion, Peeta has one demand: to annul the marriage they were compelled into. But as the war comes closer to its end, Katniss dreads more and more the day she will have to let go of the boy with the bread.

Updated with Chapter Five

Read Chapter One | Read Chapter Five

[sillymarigolds]

Peeta's Proposal

Here's my piece for @promptseverlark's Summer 'This Would Have Happened Anyway'. For someone who's not draw to reading or writing AUs, I've sure been doing a lot of it lately!

It was good to have something to "force" me to write, but I think my favourite thing about this challenge has been reading the amazing works! It's pushed me to read things that I might have otherwise scrolled past, but have really enjoyed. There are incredibly talented people in this community!!

Without further ado...

What if Peeta and Katniss had both been rescued and taken to District Thirteen at the conclusion of the Quarter Quell? This story takes place around the time of events in the early chapters of Mockingjay.

Peeta's Proposal

I’m not sure how long it takes for my reality to sink in. The loss of natural daylight and knowledge I am underground makes me feel like an animal trapped in a Capitol laboratory.

Despite everyone around me telling me I am safe, I continue to feel watched. I look for hidden cameras in the ceilings and the walls; wondering if I am being broadcast on to District Thirteen’s version of Capitol TV.

The first thing I remember was the hospital ward. I found out later from Prim that it took the doctors over a week to wake me up properly. I spent much of that time under the influence of large doses of morphling.

Each day I get a small white capsule of morphling with my breakfast. Prim tells me there are small lines if you look closely to indicate the dose. She says they are weaning me off it slowly because that is the safest thing to do. I tried to stop suddenly a few days ago on my own and felt terrible – it felt like my skull was being split open, my joints were aching and my eyes and nose kept watering. So I take the pill and squeeze my eyes closed swallowing it with a gulp of recycled water.

Even on the morphling, I continue to have pain. Some days, it’s my head that aches where Johanna knocked me out, other days it’s everywhere all at once. One of the doctors here is a specialist in the mind; he tried explaining to me that pain is a signal and sometimes there is no clear physical cause. I guess that is why I am wearing this bracelet to signify I am “mentally unstable”.

The only thing that truly calms me down is Peeta. I have to wait until very late at night when there are only a few people left in the hospital ward and tread silently to his room. Most of the time he is already asleep, his blond curls softly heaped up on his forehead. He is exhausted more than the rest of us, and they have him on special monitors that watch his heart. Apparently, the doctors have never known anyone to survive touching a forcefield, and Prim says they sit around and talk about the shapes of the lines, and how quick his heart beats. As good natured as ever, Peeta doesn’t mind much and asks the doctors questions every now and then. I take it upon myself to be suspicious of them, so I do not speak to the doctors unless absolutely necessary.

Peeta is already asleep tonight to the melody of the soft beeps of the monitors when I peek behind the door. He is curled up on his side with the blanket rolled down, anticipating my arrival. Seeing him prepared like this makes me want to laugh at how well he knows me, but that thought is quickly overcome by tears that spring up into my eyes over this boy that is so good, and that I have already almost lost so many times. I crawl in next to him, pressing my back against his stomach and pulling the blanket up over both of us. The warmth from his belly travels right up my spine and settles around my heart. The beeps slow, a heaviness settles into my body, and before I know it, I am pulled into a dreamless sleep.  

***

As soon as we are all discharged from the hospital, we receive summons from Plutarch to join a meeting in Command to discuss the next phase of the Revolution. I have yet to see the full extent of District Thirteen. I have only seen the inside of the hospital, our family’s assigned compartment, the dining hall, and a few supply closets big enough to hide in until today. I don’t know how deep they have buried into the rock here, but I did have to squeeze Peeta’s hand in the elevator ride down here, the air feeling like it was being squeezed out of my chest as we descended deeper under the earth.

It turns out there are far more people involved in the Revolution than I would have guessed. I am impressed by the acting skills. It makes me a little annoyed to think of Haymitch being right to keep me in the dark about all this – my ability to keep a straight face in a lie is, after-all, non-existent.

We are sat around a long rectangular table in the Command Room of District Thirteen – a combination of Victors, Rebels and District Thirteen leaders. Each of us is dressed in the utilitarian grey shirt and trousers, but the groupings remain distinct. The Victors are weary, suspicious; the Rebels hopeful, fiery; the District Thirteen personnel silent and soldier-like in their mannerisms.

While I am told they are grateful for the new arrivals, the original District Thirteen residents keep to themselves. This is the first time I have been in a room with many of them up close. Prim told me there was a poxvirus that wiped out large numbers of their original population. Here in the dark room, the light from the screens on the walls reflects off old scars on some of their faces.

At the head of the table is President Coin, a middle-aged woman with copper eyes and straight, grey hair that falls to her shoulders in a sheet. Her hands are folded on top of the table, her lips pursed. To her right, sits Plutarch Heavensbee, his belly pulling at the buttons of his shirt, leaning back in his chair behind a pile of papers scattered across the desk in front of him.

Trying to be the model of democracy, after standing up and waving us in and telling us how wonderful it is to see us all – I think how pleased Effie would be at his manners, and quickly discard the thought before I start thinking about what has become of her –, Plutarch asks us for ideas about how to stir up loyalty in the districts.

For all their soldiers, personnel and intelligence gathering, District Thirteen have not had a Head Gamemaker here to figure out how to play with all the pieces in this new arena.  

Plutarch’s question is met with silence.

I turn to look at each of the Victors seated at the table.

Finnick, looking slightly unhinged, ties knots over and over in a short length of rope without making eye contact with anyone.

Johanna clenches her jaw, her fists balled up, intermittently smacking them into her thighs, eyes angrily darting around.

Beetee taps away on a small electronic machine, muttering to himself and seemingly oblivious to the presence of anyone else.

Haymitch may look the worst of all of us, as he has spent up until now drying out in a padded cell. He barely registers a hint of recognition when I look at him, his eyes bloodshot.

Finally, I come to Peeta who is immediately to my left. He is already looking at me with soft eyes. When our eyes lock glances, his gaze sharpens and becomes questioning. I feel my brow furrow a little, but the corners of my lips pull upwards.

Once upon a time, we talked about the same solution under very different circumstances.

Peeta feels out for my hand under the table, taking it in his and rubbing small circles across the back of it. He has always known how to play the games without being told, so for once, I trust his instincts, and squeeze his hand gently to tell him so.   

“Katniss and I can get married” Peeta announces.

Knowing what was coming doesn’t stop my tongue from becoming paper dry, my hands from starting to shake and my heart from thumping away in my chest as if I was trying to outrun a wild dog. I look down at the table, tracing the woodgrain with my eyes to try and calm myself.  

Plutarch claps his hands with delight, “Yes, I love it! In fact…” he rustles through the haphazard pile of papers, “I think our friend had just the same idea.”

He pulls out a drawing, ragged along one edge where it has been ripped from its journal and hands it to me. Drawn in Cinna’s hand are two figures – one in a long, white gown, with a glittering gold sash across the shoulder, and a sheer gold cape that falls to the ends of the fingers; the other in a white shirt and formal jacket with black trousers that have what looks like a gold sash around the top. This is me and Peeta. The tears in my eyes threaten to spill over onto the paper, but I swallow them back so as not to destroy this final piece of Cinna. I clutch it to my chest as if to quiet the palpitations, wishing my friend was here with me too.

When I look back up at the faces around the table, I am met by a mix of expressions. While Plutarch is clearly delighted at the prospect of a party, there are dark looks on the faces of many of the District Thirteen delegates.

It dawns on me that here, underground, they may have not seen the “star-crossed lovers of District Twelve”.

A thought that is confirmed when President Coin clears her throat and speaks: “Perhaps there is a more military strategy we can explore.” Plutarch waves her concern away, “Nonsense, Madam President, if we are to defeat the Capitol, we must beat them at their own game.”

“But how exactly will a marriage unite the districts?” asks one of the District Thirteen soldiers I don’t know the name of yet.

Plutarch turns to the solider and asks: “What is the antidote to fear?”

He stops to think for a few seconds, and replies “I don’t know, sir.”

“Anyone?”

“Hope,” comes a voice from the other end of the table – Gale’s voice. I try to catch his eye, but he stares straight ahead at Plutarch unwaveringly.

“Indeed! The districts know only fear from the Capitol, they do not know there is hope that the Captiol’s reign can be overturned. Much less that one can escape the Capitol like these two lovebirds have! If we give people in the districts hope, we can light a fire under this revolution which has until now only been smouldering quietly in the background.” Plutarch looks pleased at this monologue and mimes to the scribe to write it down.

“Well that’s all well and good, sir, but how exactly does a wedding nobody knows about do that?” asks the District Thirteen solider.

“Ah, well that’s an excellent question! One that our dear friend Beetee here can help answer.” He gestures to Beetee who continues tapping away, muttering to himself.

Plutarch clears his throat again, “Beetee”.

Beetee looks up, lifting his fingers off the machine and holding them in mid-air, before pushing his glasses back up his nose. “The broadcasts from the Capitol are secured through a system that was designed not to be breached…However, if someone could indeed break through that encoding, alternative messages could be broadcast to the Districts…Seeing I helped designed this system, I believe I can get through, it will just take some time…” he trails off and looks at his screen once again, beginning to tap on the keys.  

“So there you have it, we will have a wedding broadcast to all!” Plutarch claps his hands with finality.

President Coin clears her throat, “Thank you Mister Heavensbee. It’s now noon, we will reconvene at thirteen hundred hours for our next meeting as scheduled. Dismissed all.”

I watch as the District Thirteen soldiers and Gale file out instantly without a look in our direction.

I turn back to Peeta who is waiting to ask, “So do you want to kiss me, kick me, or kill me?”

I pause for a second before I answer.

“All three, I think.”

[distractionsfromthefood]

Saw your name on the TWHHA list!!

Excited to see your story!

Thanks! 😊 I'm excited to see my story too, as I have not yet lol! I've wanted to try and write something for a while, inspired by all the amazing fics in the fandom. I have a basic outline and a few random parts written for what I hope to submit for TWHHA. Deadlines tend to help me, so I just decided to sign up and hoping this motivates me to at least try and get something written! Thanks for the note and if you (or anyone) have any advice on writing fics, feel free to share :)

[periwinckles]

Finally wrote the epilogue for my district thirteen story. Now I just need to write the chapters in between and figure out how I get there.😂

[dandelionlovesyou]

Look at these babies 😍

These will all go live on Christmas day! 🥳🥳🥳

[promptseverlark]

THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED ANYWAY CHALLENGE

TWHHA challenge is BACK!

“This Would Have Happened Anyway” Challenge for Winter ‘24

Katniss says it at the end of Mockingjay:

“But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.”

So let’s explore “What ifs” and send your fics. The theme this time is MARRIED BEFORE/DURING/AFTER CATCHING FIRE 🔥this obviously will change OR erase canon Mockingjay.

Pairing: Everlark

Type: Fan Fiction or Fan Art.

Words: Over 1000 words (drabbles, one shots or short multi chapter are welcome, we would like to have submission completed although it isn’t mandatory)

THEME: MARRIED BEFORE/DURING/AFTER CATCHING FIRE 🔥

Deadline:

1. You can confirm your to participation until Dec 10th (in Tumblr, answering this post and tagging @publiusao3 ) and you will be granted access to the collection to submit your work.

2. You can submit your fics up to Dec 30th midnight (CET time!)

3. Collection will be live Jan 1st 2024 as anonymous

4. Writers will be revealed Jan 10th

@publiusao3 @thgfanficlibrary @thgfanfictionlibrary

[adsosfraser]

roses love sunshine, violets love dew

Peeta is rescued along with Katniss from the Quarter Quell arena. They are able to grow together miles underground in District 13 as war in the districts rages on.

my canon divergent everlark one-shot written for @promptseverlark "This Would Have Happened Anyway" Challenge for Summer 2023.

Read on AO3

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Please join us for TWHHA Winter 24' Challenge! Are you an author or an artist? If so, please consider joining in on the challenge!

There are currently 11 people signed up!

@professionalfangrrl @thesweetnessofspring @albinokittens300/@mellarked-katnisseverdeen @mollywog @thesmileykate @adsosfraser @mtk4fun @thelettersfromnoone @goldenslumberow @endlessnightlock @wistfulweaverwoman

TWHHA was shooting for at least 10 so thank you for everyone that joined! Please do not hesitate to sign up if you'd like! The more the merrier! More information on the deadline and word count is below!

What is the TWHHA Challenge?

Authors and artists are welcomed (and encouraged) to join us in creating an idea/story around the idea that Everlark would have happened anyway, specifically in this case, what would have happened if Katniss and Peeta were married before, during, or after Catching Fire. Pairing: Everlark Type: Fan Fiction or Fan Art. Words: Over 1000 words (drabbles, one-shots or short multi-chapter fic are all welcome! We would like to have submission completed although it isn’t mandatory) Theme/Prompt: MARRIED BEFORE/DURING/AFTER CATCHING FIRE 🔥

What's the deadline?

1. You can confirm participation until Dec 10th (in Tumblr, answering this post and tagging @publiusao3) and you will be granted access to the collection to submit your work. 2. You can submit your fics up to Dec 30th midnight (CET time!) 3. Collection will be live Jan 1st, 2024 with all submissions listed with anonymous authors 4. Writers will be revealed Jan 10th

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact @promptseverlark

(If you'd like to sign up, reblog, comment, and/or message @promptseverlark and/or @thgfanfictionlibrary (me))

[thesweetnessofspring]

The cat's out of the bag now!

My fic for the This Would Have Happened Anyway Winter 2024 challenge is these final hours.

@mollywog and @distractionsfromthefood got me in the comment section and @louezem just started off a message talking to me about what I had written, lol, she didn't even need to check with me if it was mine (but she is my beta for Roses and Pearls so I'm not surprised). I wasn't able to finish so there will be two more chapters to wrap it all up!

All of the entries were so great and I enjoyed reading them! 😊 It's fun to see who wrote what now that everyone's been revealed. And thank you @promptseverlark and @alwayseverlark for hosting/moderating as well as @thgfanfictionlibrary for helping out with this challenge!

Description for these final hours:

The rebellion uses the spectacle of Katniss and Peeta's wedding day to start the fight against the Capitol. In exchange for their cooperation as mouthpieces for the rebellion, Peeta has one demand: to annul the marriage they were compelled into. But as the war comes closer to its end, Katniss dreads more and more the day she will have to let go of the boy with the bread.

[lemonluvgirl]

Writing Update

So, weirdly enough I had a dream earlier this morning that may have solved my plot issues with the next chapter of Golden Cages. I’m tentatively excited  to work on that fic now. In other news, I’ve been working daily on my fic for the TWHHA challenge summer 2023.  I’ve made a lot of progress. 17 pages so far. But now I need a break. (just for the rest of the night) Because wow, I just can’t look at it anymore. But at least I’m getting it done. 

This has all been thanks in big part to @mega-aulover because she has been encouraging me to write and also taught me a new kick ass way to organize my docs. 

Thanks my dear friend. 

[periwinckles]

We should do this thing where each of us chooses a random fate for Snow/Coin (like killed by crashing hovercraft, slipped and fell from the balcony) and then the other person would have to incorporate that into their fic.

(it’s me. I need someone to tell me how to kill snow and coin. I’m terrible at killing characters, even when they are terrible child-killing dictators.)

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

Me: Keep your TWHHA fic short, two parts at the most! You have a deadline!

Also Me: But like, three parts? Maybe with a short epilogue.

[promptseverlark]

“This Would Have Happened Anyway” Challenge for Summer.

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/This_Would_Have_Happened_Anyway_Summer23

Katniss says it at the end of Mockingjay:

“But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.”

So let’s explore “What ifs” and send your fics on how Katniss and Peeta would have ended together … in D13: if the games revolution have happened before the games or if Peeta would have been rescued in Catching Fire, of if he wouldn’t had been hijacked… or any other IF in D13.

Pairing: Everlark

Type: Fan Fiction or Fan Art.

Words: Over 1000 words (drabbles, one shots or short multi chapter are welcome, we would like to have submission completed although it isn’t mandatory)

Theme/Prompt: Canon Divergence, set in D13 in Panem

Deadline:

1. You can confirm your to participation until May 20th (in Tumblr or by email alwayseverlark@gmail.com) and you will be granted access to the collection to submit your work.

2. You can submit your fics up to June 24th (CET time!)

3. Collection will be live June 25th as anonymous

4. Writers will be revealed July 1st.