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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (21)

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Created: December 16th, 2023

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(Never Break) The Chain-Abagail_Snow (ao3) Summary: It is your duty to a new Panem, ravaged by war, to rebuild this country with a minimum of three offspring. One for the mother, one for the father, and one for a soldier lost. Do you accept the duties of this union?

Centum-maxwellandlovelace (ao3) Summary: She said real. But can he trust her?

come in the rain-folkookie97 (ao3) Summary: Peeta walks on Katniss's doorstep during a storm, after avoiding her for weeks.

Coregasm-Peetabreadgirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss' opinions about lifting weights are forever changed when her trainer, Peeta, unintentionally gives her an orgasm without ever touching her.

Everlark Advent 2016-Xerxia (ao3) Summary:-An advent calendar countdown of holiday and winter themed Everlark stories. A collection of Everlark drabbles and ficlets, cross-posted from Tumblr. (Note: not all days will be posted in this collection, longer works will be posted separately). Rated E for future content.

Falling Like Stars-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Katniss was more than happy to cater Gale and Madge’s wedding. Until she found out she would be working with Peeta Mellark, a returning District 12 resident—and her childhood crush.

French Press-Peetabreadgirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss decides to confront her neighbor because his active sex life keeps her up at night.

Golden-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: A mandatory law brought them together. Four years later, Peeta Mellark comes to District 12 to the daughter he’s never known and the wife he barely met. An In-Panem AU with the marriage law twist.

I Love To Hate You-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark can't wait to start his new movie with esteemed director Haymitch Abernathy. That all changes when he learns who the lead actress is - Katniss Everdeen, the woman he hates. For PiP.

LBJ-Peetabreadgirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss wants to keep her and Peeta's relationship a secret. Or does she?

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Reading List Game

I was tagged by @thelettersfromnoone. Thanks for the tag, friend!❤️ So here we go.

What are your recent, current, and future reads?

Recent:

Sea of Monsters by Rick Riordan (reread) + the graphic novel version which I had not read before

Siege and Storm by Leigh Bardugo

Once Upon a December by Amy E. Reichert

Game of Thrones by George RR Martin

The Ex-Mas Holidays by Zoe Allison

The Professor's Secret by mrspeetamellark

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too by c-r-roberts (reread)

Forbidden Love by mega-aulover

A Blind Date with Santa by MTK4FUN

Current:

The League of Gentlewomen Witches by India Holton

The Islands by Dionne Irving

When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through edited by Joy Harjo

The Chance You Didn't Take by ronja

Enthralled by damndonnergirls

THG Season of Hope 2023 entries by various

Future:

Love on the Brain by Ali Hazelwood

Clash of Kings by George RR Martin

Becoming by Michelle Obama

The Titan's Curse by Rick Riordan (reread) and the graphic novel version which, as with SoM, I haven't yet read

Ruin and Rising by Leigh Bardugo

Be That Way by Hope Larson

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen because I have somehow never read this one???? I swore I'd read all of hers but apparently not???? #Travesty #For SHAME kdnfb

A House United by shesasurvivor

The Firebird by merciki

Behind Blue Eyes by maxwellandlovelace

The Odds by mollywog

EDIT I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT THIS ONE! MORE FOR SHAME ON KDNFB.... ahem Hunger Games par Suzanne Collins (l'édition française)

The first three of the future fanfictions on my list are all ones that I've started reading and then, for one reason or another that has nothing to do with the stories or writers themselves, I got pulled away from finishing them. So I am determined. They're getting read this year.

Tagging to play if you want to! : @pookieh, @awhiskeyriver, @bellairestrella, @distractionsfromthefood, @pitualba2015, @mega-aulover, @jroseley and anyone else who would like to play!

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Hi! Can you help me find a Fic where peeta is from Sweden? I remember in one part katniss and peeta celebrate midsommer with peetas family and his mom makes a joke about marriage in swedish also meaning poisen and in another part they get married. Thank you! Also sorry for bad english :)

Hi! No need to apologize, your English is great :) And the fic you're looking for sounds like Universal language by maxwellandlovelace

[rhysanoodle]

For the ship meme: Chaorian😉😏😘

Thanks for the ask! I answered that one here! 😘

[papofglencoe]

Caryn. Your stories are all wonderful. I'm amazed every time because your style of writing always resonates with me in ways I never thought possible. How you can evoke so much emotion in a single sentence or paragraph is a testament to what an incredible writer you are. And I know that neither of my stories would have been what they are today if they hadn't gone through you first. I guess I just want to say how much I appreciate you, as a writer and beta, but above all, as a friend. Love, T

Aw, girl.... this was the best message to get. I’m sick as a dog right now, and you’ve made me smile. pushed. You don’t shy away from the hard subjects, and in facing them directly you stay true to the heart of THG, even in AU. Happy fanfic appreciation day, dear. 

And more importantly, thank you for your friendship. You’re one of the kindest, best people I know, and I’m thankful it was fanfic, of all things, that brought me to your doorstep. (In my mental image, I’m kind of like the Grim Reaper, tapping on the door with my scythe. lol). Love, c 

[thegirlfromoverthepond]

ABC Tags

I was tagged by the lovelies @bandathebillie, @maxwellandlovelace and @hutchhitched 

Thank you, Ladies !

A - age: 42 B - biggest fear: none C - current time: 10h03 D - drink you last had: coffee. E - every day starts with:  waking up .... F - favorite song: Mistral Gagnant G - ghosts, are they real: Do you want the poet’s answer or the scientist’s ? H - hometown: Somewhere in France  I - in love with: life J - jealous of: right now? the penguins. Antartica sounds a wonderful place to be K - killed someone:  not that I know of. L - last time you cried: March 2017, on stage M - middle name:  Hélène N - number of siblings: 1 O - one wish: To have more than one wish. P - person you last called/texted: my +1 Q - questions you’re always asked: Your hair are naturally curly ? R - reasons to smile: What he said S - song last sang: Amsterdam  T - time you woke up: 6h30 U - underwear color: Today, red. V - vacation destination: Nowhere. W - worst habit: biting my nails X - x-rays you’ve had: Teeth, nose, cranium, breasts, belly, thorax, legs, knee, elbow, shoulder. Y - your favorite food: Food :) Z - zodiac sign: Capricorn

I tag @xerxia31, @burkygirl @titaniasfics @akai-echo @ombradellaluna @peetabreadgirl

[everlarkbirthdaydrabbles]

Hey! My birthday is March 25 (the big 3-0). I love smutty!everlark (preferably rated E) and Peeta in a uniform. That would be an awesome present, but I'd be happy with anything=) I think you're doing such a great job with this blog. It's a wonderful idea!

Grattis på födelsedagen!! Wishing you a wonderful birthday @maxwellandlovelace. To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @katnissdoesnotfollowback has written this wonderful slice of Everlark, just for you!

All’s Fair

WARNINGS: RATED M for mild language, immature pranks, and smut. Everlark college/military cadets AU. ;-)

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“You sure you know how to pick one of these things?”

“Yep,” I whisper as I continue to work quietly. Not as fast as I’d like since my hands are shaking.

“Damn, Everdeen, where’d you learn to pick a lock?”

“Senior prank in high school,” Gale explains to them quietly. “I hotwired the principal’s car and she picked the lock on the hockey rink so we could park it on the ice.”

“Nice,” Mitchell says.

“You scare me, Everdeen,” someone else mutters. A third snorts in response and Gale reminds them to keep their eyes open.

We’ve only got an hour to complete our mission. I just can’t believe the senior cadets picked THIS for our squad. Technically, our assignments are selected by lottery a week in advance, but I’m still not convinced that they don’t KNOW and rigged the drawing. Gale’s reminders that targeting the Air Force cadets on campus is a pretty standard assignment did little to dispel my worries when I’ve basically had to lie to someone I care about for a week. And I’ve never been a great liar.

With a satisfying, click, the lock springs free, and I hold the door open, motioning for my squad mates to get inside quickly with their bags of JB Weld and cans of silly string. We’ve already blinded the cameras on the outside, and they move quickly through the darkened hall to blind the interior ones while I lock the door behind us. Just in case.

Gale finds the right room and motions for us to follow.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. I thought they were shitting us,” Mitchell mutters and Gale nods as we all stare at the gleaming wood table.

“Nothing says Chair Force like a fucking pool table in your ROTC detachment,” Holmes says.

As one, we tilt our heads back and look up at the plaster ceiling.

“Think it’ll hold?” I ask.

“Only one way to find out,” Gale says and drops his bag on the floor. We’ve just got one side of the pool table lifted to flip it over when the jingle and then the scrape of a key in a lock renders all of us wide-eyed and immobile.

“Shit!” Thresh says and douses the flashlight as we all scramble to hide our gear and ourselves in dark corners of the room.

“It’s three in the morning. What the fuck is one of them doing in here?”

“I thought Zoomies needed their beauty rest.”

I hush them all as the door we came through earlier opens and the lights in the hallway flicker on. Heavy footsteps tread down the hallway, and we all remain motionless. Breathlessly hoping to avoid detection.

A cadet in creased, dark blue pants and a crisp, light blue shirt walks by the open doorway, his head bent and eyes focused on the phone in his hand. Black bookbag slung over his left shoulder and a blue flight cap hung neatly in his belt. His black shoes shining and flaring in the hall lights. I have to hold back a groan. The odds are clearly against me tonight.

Why did it have to be him?

We remain silent and still as he unlocks a door further down the hall. His keys jingle as he drops them on a desk and then his bag thuds onto the floor. A zipper and then books on a desk. It’s otherwise so quiet that we can even hear his chair squeak as he sits down. When the air conditioner kicks on, Gale motions for us to move on him, and we gather around him.

“What the fuck do we do now?” Mitchell hisses.

“Wait him out,” Jackson suggests.

“We gotta report back to Boggs by o-four-hundred. There’s no telling how long he’ll be here,” Thresh argues.

Holmes produces a handful of zip cuffs from his pocket and grins. “We could use these.”

“We can’t tie him up,” I whisper indignantly. “Why did you even bring those?”

“Why not?” Gale asks.

“Yeah. Prank plus prisoner. We’d get a shit ton of bonus points for that.”

“Give me those,” I mutter and snatch them out of Holmes’ hand, stuffing them in one of the cargo pockets of my pants. The cadet down the hall coughs and we all freeze for a moment, not talking again until we hear the steady drumming of fingers on a keyboard. I release a slow breath and glare at my squad mates before explaining my thrown together just this second plan.

“If we jump him and tie him up, it could get out of hand. I know him from one of my classes last year. I’ll go distract him and cuff him if I need to while you guys finish the mission and get out of here. I think he’s in a room with a window, if I’ve got the layout of this place right. So toss a pebble or something at the window when you’re done – DON’T break it,” I say to Holmes when he opens his mouth. “And I’ll meet back up with you outside, okay?”

“How’re ya gonna distract him, Everdeen?” Mitchell says and wiggles his eyebrows at me. Gale punches him in the arm. “Ow. Dude.”

“Leave that to me,” I whisper. “Just let me get the door shut before you all get back to work. And try to be quiet.”

With a deep breath, I make my way out to the hallway and slink down it’s length towards the open door. I can’t believe that I have to do this. Fuck it all. Pausing outside the lit room where the intruder continues pounding on the keyboard, I glance at the cardstock label in a slip cover announcing that this is the Cadet Wing Vice Commander office. Yep. It’s definitely him and not a figment of my overwrought imagination.

I glance back at my team. Mitchell is grinning and Holmes gives me a thumbs up. Thresh and Jackson look unimpressed. Gale is scowling. Well, so much for secrets, I think and step inside the small room that’s set up as a kind of office, shutting and locking the door behind me.

Peeta glances up at the noise and I stare back at him for a moment, my tongue tied and my pulse pounding. Confusion clears the way for happiness on his face and that only makes me feel worse.

“Hey,” he says softly. “I thought you had some sort of drill.”

“Finished early and saw you come in here.” I’m only lying slightly, but he nods, eyes skimming over my form, clad in camo pants and a black shirt, while I steal a glance at the window and hide my relief that it’s got blinds – which are closed – but no curtains. My squad will easily be able to find the right one but not be able to actually see us.

“Covert op?” he asks and I nod, focusing back on him. “Well, I’m glad you stopped by.”

He stands and my insides turn to melted butter. I remind myself that I am training to be a soldier. An officer in the Army, and I can’t keep letting a pair of sweet pink lips and deep blue eyes distract me. Especially not since I’m supposed to be distracting him right now.

“What’re you doing up so early?” I ask dumbly, gripping the door handle as he crosses the small space towards me. My nerves tightening with every passing second.

“Couldn’t sleep after you left,” he murmurs. “Thought I might as well get up and get a head start on that psyc paper I have due next week. If I finish it early, I can spend the weekend with you.”

“And the uniform…?” I trail off and finger the buttons on his shirt. He moves my hand aside so I don’t ruin his perfect alignment.

“Have to wear it today anyways and didn’t feel like dragging it around campus.”

“Makes sense,” I say as warmth curls low in my belly. He’s handsome in anything, but for some reason, I love the way he looks in his blues. Still, I need to keep Peeta busy. Our mission could potentially cause a lot of noise. I’ve no sooner thought it, than it happens. Quiet enough that I could pass it off as something else, but Peeta’s eyes lift off my face, confusion wrinkling his brow.

I do the only thing I can think of in the moment. I throw my arms around him and kiss him, his sound of surprise muffled beneath my lips.

Willing him to forget the noise and respond to me, I caress the back of his neck, moaning slightly when his hands finally press into my spine, holding me close to him. I watch his lashes, distractingly long and blonde, as his eyes slide shut and he breathes deeply through his nose. I hold his head to mine and try to fight back the hunger growing deep inside me.

Focused. I need to stay focused.

But kissing Peeta isn’t exactly helping my concentration. Not when he slides one hand up my back to tangle in my braided hair and keep me in place. Not when his tongue traces over my lips and I know I have to let him in or risk his suspicion. Guilt fills me right along with the need as he deepens the kiss. I can’t help feeling that I’m using him, but it’s his fault for walking in here in the middle of our task.

“Katniss,” he murmurs as I try to maneuver us away from the door. I’m wondering if I can just kiss him for an hour, but then he ruins the chances of that. He shifts his mouth to kiss my neck and my knees shake as I shiver and fall into him for support. “Since you’re done, do you think we could go back to bed for a few hours?”

I can feel the upwards tilt of his lips as he smiles against my skin. Heat, already blooming in my chest, suffuses to the tips of my body, curls low in my center. I whine a little as his teeth scrape over my collar bone. I need to keep it together and keep him in this room until they’re done. And the last thing I need is for the others to figure me out. I’ll never live it down if my squad finds out I’ve secretly been dating a Zoomie for the past year. And I’m sure Peeta would face similar ridicule for dating a Ground Pounder. Stupid fucking rivalries. They make no sense and I’ve never hated them more than in this moment.

“Maybe in a minute,” I say, my voice all breathy. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do for awhile.”

When I reach for the gleaming silver buckle on his belt, though, he stops me. “Wait. I’m not sure I’ll be able to put this thing back on right without a mirror. But I think I know what you’ve got in mind. Let me.”

I’ve never been very good at saying ‘no’ to that smile, so I flop into the desk chair when he pushes me down and grip the armrests while he kisses me. I bite my lip and try not to gasp when he tugs my shirt free, sliding his warm palm over my belly to cup my breast over my sports bra, his thumb catching on my nipple and only making me writhe more beneath his touch.

He pulls at my pants and I lift my hips, caressing his cheeks as he slides them down around my thighs. Then he kneels and drapes my legs over his shoulders, trapping himself between my legs and I try not to whine loudly because my squad is still out there, but holy mother of pearl do I love having Peeta’s mouth on me like this. And he knows it.

“There’s no one here, Katniss,” he murmurs, nuzzling my thigh before kissing it and gazing up at me. “You don’t have to be quiet.”

“Audio on the security cameras?” I ask weakly and he shrugs.

“No idea. They’re all out in the halls anyways. Scream my name all you want. I’ll take the punishment for it,” he says with a grin before lowering his mouth to me.

“Oh,” I moan and then cut it off, biting my fist as Peeta licks me from one end to the next. It feels so good, so impossibly good. I clamp my legs around his ears and he mumbles something that’s lost in my folds. His hands grip my thighs and tug in an attempt to loosen them. But there’s another loud noise down the hall, so I keep them in place and buck my hips against his mouth. I am torn in two between losing myself in the feelings Peeta creates and paying attention to what’s happening down the hall, remaining alert like I should.

“You’re making me work for it tonight,” he says when my legs loosen slightly and he lifts his head just enough to grin at me before he dives back in. His tongue caresses deeper this time before he slides it back out and closes his lips around my clit to suck on it, and oh god, he knows I can’t take it when he flicks his tongue on me like that.

“Peeta,” I gasp, my legs trembling and heat skipping up and down my spine as my fingers claw through his short hair, scraping scalp and unable to get a good grip on him.

I give up on playing lookout for my team and arch painfully in the chair, my back cramping as my legs and hands keep him prisoner against me and sweet relief flows through me. I choke back the moan desperate to fly free of my throat and somehow remain silent as Peeta keeps going, coaxing me through a drawn out release and then back down through shuddering aftershocks.

He turns his head just enough to kiss my thigh again as I slump in the chair and absently pet his hair. With a chuckle, he frees himself of my legs and helps me stand, tugging my pants back up my waist before he gathers me in his arms and kisses me again. Slow and deep, full of promise.

When he lifts his head to smile down at me, though, something pings against the window. My signal that they’re done.

“What the–”

As Peeta turns away from me towards the sound, I grab the chair and shove it into the backs of his knees, knocking him off his feet. He falls heavily back into it and I yank the zip cuffs from my pocket. Peeta stares up at me in astonishment as I bind his wrists together.

“Really?” he asks incredulously. I tug his ankles together and he doesn’t fight me as I bind those too. When I look guiltily back up at him, he’s not angry. He’s laughing.

“I’m sorry, Peeta. You didn’t leave me a choice. You should’ve just stayed in bed,” I snap. He shrugs and wriggles his fingers at me.

“Worth it,” he murmurs and warmth flows through me that he’s being so understanding. “So now what? You finish me off? Plaster a picture of me trussed up like a hog all over both our detachments?”

“No, nothing like that,” I say and lean over to kiss him one last time. Small consolation for the fact that even without photographic evidence, his entire cadet corps will probably figure out that he got nabbed and tied up by the Army cadets. But I need him to know that his humiliation was never my objective.

I tuck my shirt back in my pants and run my hands over my hair. “I’ll see you later?”

“See you later,” he says way too cheerfully for someone who just got beat. I stare at him a moment but his calm face reveals nothing. So I slip warily back down the hallway, pausing to check my squad’s handiwork and chuckling at the pool table attached to the ceiling. They’ve propped it up with a couple two-by-fours, I’m guessing to make sure the epoxy has time to cure. It oughta be interesting seeing them get THAT down. I just hope Gale remembered to take the pictures for proof.

I slink back out the door and around the corner, pausing near the bushes to chirp like a cricket, our signal in case of separation. A soft FWUMP greets me and then I cry out as something smacks into my chest, causing a burst of pain. When I glance down, I stare at the fluorescent orange paint splattered on my shirt.

My ears ring with resounding cheers from the bushes. A flashlight glows on five figures, kneeling in a circle beneath the trees, their hands on their heads, all of them with paint splatters on their shirts, nearly identical to mine. I find Gale, looking pissed as hell, duct tape over his mouth. A ring of cadets in dark pants and black shirts, Air Force wings screen printed in blue on their backs, guards them, lifting paint ball guns in the air as they whoop in glee.

Crossing my arms, I glare at the nearest one as he emerges from the shadows. A tall, athletic, copper haired pretty boy who I’d really love to smack the saunter out of right now.

“Odair,” I drawl his name and he bows to me.

“Everdeen. Surrender?”

“I don’t think so,” I say with a shake of my head. “Your pool table’s hanging from your ceiling. Oh and you might wanna go check on your vice. He got a little tied up in there.”

“Shall we call it a draw then?” Finnick offers and I nod. It’s probably the best I can hope for, to at least save some face with my corps. We shake on it and Finnick motions towards my squad. A few cadets start to remove the tape. “Mason, go untie Mellark, would you?”

Then he turns back to me with a gleam in his eye. “I hope you weren’t too rough on our live bait. Although it was mostly his idea.”

He grins at me as I bristle at his words, which suggest that Peeta knew the whole time what was going on and even had a hand in planning this little ambush. Which means I wasn’t the only one lying and playing the game. Guilt flees and anger takes it place. And I am so glad that I still have several of Holmes’ zip cuffs in my pockets, because I plan on using them to teach the live bait a lesson later on today.

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8, 9, 14. Please😊

8: What author would you be most excited to be compared to?I would say it would be awesome to be compared to Kieran Kramer or Mary Balogh. Maybe even Danielle Steel (my namesake)

9: What do you struggle most with as a writer?I struggle most with keeping up with a schedule. And also keeping my ideas at pay and focusing on just one or two things at a time. I have so many WIPs!

14: Do you have a favorite writing-related quote?The only quote that comes to mind isn’t about writing but about the genre that I write it. “Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth.” (Janet Evanovich)

Thanks so much for asking!

[javistgs-ficlibrary]

When Katniss’ babysitter cancels she has to rely on someone else to get through the day.

by @maxwellandlovelace

[littleevilisa]

Ask meme

I was tagged by @maxwellandlovelace​. Thank you so much, I wasn’t expecting to get one of these :)

Nicknames: Isa, Ele, Lele, Elina

Star sign: Cancer

Height: 162 cm, I don’t know how that could translate for the Americans readers.

Time right now: 9:09 pm

Last thing you googled: Something related to my next fic. No spoiler, sorry :)

Fave music Artist: I have many, and they change from time to time. My all time favorite are The Beatles, Muse, Florence + the Machine, Pentatonix

Song stuck in my head: Lately it has been Over the Rainbow by Todrick Hall.

Last movie I watched: I don’t remember the title, but it was an Australian ghost movie.

Last TV show I watched: How to Get Away with Murder

What I’m wearing right now: My “I hate you all” panda hoodie, jeans and sneakers.

When I created this blog: February 2014

The kind of stuff that I post: Mostly Hunger Games (espiacially my fics and Everlark), but also anything that I like. I could go off a musical/Community tangent any moment.

Why did I choose my URL: Isa is a nickname based on the name I chose for myself when I first started surfing the net. It was the name of a character I created back then for an original story that will never be completed.

Gender: Female

Hogwarts House: Ravencrow. I never took the Pottermore test, I just recognize myself as one.

Pokemon team: I never started playing. But my bf is on team Instinct so I guess I could choose that...

Favorite color: Yellow

Average hours of sleep: I don’t know, my sleep schedule is pretty irregural. I guess 6?

Lucky number: 7. More a favorite number, though

Favorite characters: Katniss e Peeta (of course), Annie Edison. Too many to make a list, actually

Dream job: Writer. Let’s see how that’ll work out.

Number of blankets I sleep with: Two at the moment, but it depends. If it’s cold I can simply use a thicker one.

Relationship Status: In a relationship, waiting for a better job before moving in with the bf.

Pets: 3 cats and a dog.

Last Song I listened to: Remain Nameless by Florence + the Machine

Favorite TV Show: Community!

First Fandom: Well, THG is the first I was active in, but I had many before it. The first I can remember about is X-men.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, listening to music, watching movies and tv series.

Favorite books: THG trilogy, Far from the Madding Crowd, Young Törless

I should be tagging 20 people if I remember correctly. But I don’t know who already did it and who didn’t. So, if you see this, consider yourself tagged! :)

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

1st POV-Peeta Masterlist

Created: February 20th, 2024

Last Checked:---

A Pipe Dream-papofglencoe (ao3) Summary: Peeta finds himself coping with his desire for Katniss as they sleep together in the Capitol prior to the Quarter Quell. Canon-compliant. Rated M/NC-17 for sexual situations and language. If masturbation isn’t your thing, take a pass on this.

Centum-maxwellandlovelace (ao3) Summary: She said real. But can he trust her?

Homecoming-maddmaddworld (ao3) Summary: Peeta returns home to Katniss after deployment.

Hot Under The Collar-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Peeta and Mr. Everdeen bury the hatchet

Let Me Love It Out Of You-authoresskika (ao3) Summary: After a few years of marriage, a hot-headed squabble is practically nothing to Katniss and Peeta. This one, however, stretches on a bit too long, and a bit too far - and they're both tired of it.

Lovely Creature-maddmaddworld (ao3) Summary: Peeta has a crush, and Finnick Odair is about to ruin everything.

Magnum Opus-DistrictZero (MythicallySnappy) (ao3) Summary: “Sometimes,” I say with a fortifying breath, “I wish you’d let me show you— what it feels like to be loved.”

Morning Light-maddmaddworld (ao3) Summary: Peeta wakes up the morning after.

Office with a View-Buttercupbadass (ao3) Summary: When your office faces the windows of a Hotel. You see the darnedest things.

She Let Me In Her Bed-thegirlonpeetamellark (ao3) Summary: Peeta remembers things Katniss did. Written for the Tumblr 'Prompts in Panem' 7 Day Challenge: How Peeta and Katniss grew back together.

[everlarkficquestions]

Hey!=) For Sunday Stumped Day Post 17. I think 199 might be mine: Making lemonade.

Thank you! We added it to the post here.

[thgdiscovery]

THG Discovery: Discover Wednesday

Welcome to week 5 of THG Discovery!

Creators

Remember, if you’d like me to showcase another work of yours (or if you have any questions), put it in an ask, and we will answer it with a link to that work. Thank you!

Everlark

Writer: @abrahamsdaughter-raisedherbow— Always Hope (Rated T); winter flower (Rated T); Cold Courage (Rated T)

Writer: @wandaseverlark— Light In The Dark (Rated M); With Heart And Hands (Rated M); Ashes To Ashes (Rated M)

Writer: @isarnicole-blog— The Lottery (Rated M); An Unexpected Life (Rated M)

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Writer: @eliapolis— Christmas Blessings (Rated T); Happily Ever After (Rated T); What Happens In Vegas! (Rated T)

Writer: @maddenmarvels— Christmas Spirit (Rated M); A Night in Katniss (Rated E); Adventures in Babysitting (Rated E)

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Writer: @clatobabies— only bought this dress so you could take it off (Unrated); before sunrise makes us golden (Rated G); it’s a long, dark, winding road we’re on (oh, i’ll carry on) (Rated T)

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[papofglencoe]

Aaaaagggh I just finished it!!!😭😩😬 I have the worst book hangover, lol!! How do I move on from this? I'm a mess. Rhyyyssss!!!❤️😭😩😏 There aren't enough emojis to describe what I'm feeling now...😉

Girl, it’s been like two months and I’m STILL hungover from ACOTAR. I’m trying to read Six of Crows right now, and I keep side eyeing the characters because they aren’t who I want them to be at all. lol. Why can’t Rhys be in everyone’s stories? But seriously, I’m so happy you gave the series a shot and loved it!!! Now I can send you ACOTAR smutty fanart, right? ;P 

[bandathebillie]

@maxwellandlovelace replied to your post “@maxwellandlovelace replied to your post “lactose tolerance is no...”

I don't know how it is for you, but here we have a pretty broad selection of lactose free dairy products. They're a little more expensive but totally worth it. Or there are pills you can take before a meal with lactose.

Same here. Lactose and gluten free trend made everything super accessible and affordable. But sadly pills don’t do much for me and some of my faves don’t have substitutes. I’m sure I’ll find the right stuff for me in the future, but I’m really mad at everything right now lol.

[thegirlfromoverthepond]

By the Numbers

I was tagged by @papofglencoe and @maxwellandlovelace to summarize my writing in 2016.

I hate Excel with a vengeance. Like, really.

i’m not enough a maths person to care about the number of words I’ve written.

I’m more of a dreamer, a story-teller.

So how many words? Just enough I hope to take you for a stroll into my world, to listen to the lullabies I whispered in your ears, hopefully making you want to read more.

So how many words? Just not enough to quiet my mind and stop wanting to write.

Words ... I hope I found the good ones - and that you enjoyed those I shared with you :)