the autumn took the rest, but they won't take me

I have a lot of feelings about fictional characters.

[andretries-deactivated20230505]

This is @lastleaf’s prize for the “This would have happened anyway challenge” by @promptseverlark ♥️

This was such a joy to draw, a scene from her series “What we do”, one of my absolute favorite AUs. Thank you all for participating and for making December such a wonderful month full of Everlark! And thank you @promptseverlark for hosting it. ♥️

[mollywog]

Cursed thought of the day:

Referring to Ficlets and one-shots as Ficalettas

[browneyeddevil]

Question for the veteran fangirlies out there

Hi friends, i know I've been absent for a while and this is kinda a random post to pop back on, but I recently got a short burst of spare time for one of my favourite hobbies: reading fanfics by the wonderfully creative people within this community.

the question i pose: I landed on a fic called "happy endings" by an orphan account, a gifted work to amelia_day (@awhiskeyriver do you remember this person?!). I was wondering if anyone knows who wrote this fic and could let me know or link some of their other works here as i'm just obsessed with their writing style and was fully ready to dive down a rabbithole of their works before remembering that it was an orphan account 😭. it seems they were quite active in the fandom (y'all I went full stalker mode) until around 2021? from my own findings, I think it might have been silvercistern, but I can't be sure, and either way, I can't find any of their other works. does anyone know if they're still up? or if it even is silvercistern?

in short, help, please 🫠.

also if anyone else wants to also be stuck on a story for the next few days about masseuse!katniss and (lets be real) douchebag!peeta (he does a whole redemption arch) here's the link to the story happy endings.

[lastleaf]

yep, it's Silvercistern. Here's the rest of her stories:

The Ashes of District Twelve - orphan_account

Includes:

The List

Ragged Edges

The Good Wife

Legal Matrimony

The Grandmentor

The Many and Varied Adventures of Young Fletcher Mellark

librarian!Peeta

Includes:

Flux and Dustjackets

Combs and a Fob Chain

A Tree Grows in Philadelphia

PiP submissions:

Patient 823 - orphan_account

The Museum of Cultural Preservation and Antiquity - orphan_account

A Tragedy in Twelve Parts - orphan_account

Second Place - orphan_account

Coward - orphan_account

Talk to Her - orphan_account

Two Cakes - orphan_account

The Colors - orphan_account

Real - orphan_account

District 12 - orphan_account

Golden Apples - orphan_account

Someone to Watch Over Me - orphan_account

[mollywog]

Anyway - An In-Panem, never reaped, This Would Have Happened Anyway fic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[absnow]

Based on the premise of The Flatshare by Beth O’Leary, where two strangers share a one bedroom apartment without ever meeting.

The bed is cold when her cheek hits the pillow. Across the room she can see the faint glow of sunlight around the edge of the blackout curtains her roommate generously installed.

Nothing like going to bed at 7 in the morning.

She pulls the blanket over her head in an attempt to cocoon the warmth. There’s an unspoken agreement that the heat will remain off, even in the late weeks of fall. Her roommate must be as broke as she is. Or as stubborn. 

It’s weird having a roommate she’s never actually met. In fact, she wouldn’t even know his name, had it not been for the occasional Amazon package left outside their door. 

Peeta Mellark. 

The guy she’s subletting the apartment from, Haymitch Abernathy is extremely cagey on details. Another reason her family thinks she’s insane for agreeing to the arrangement. From 6AM to 5PM, the one bedroom apartment is entirely hers. From 6PM to 5AM it becomes Peeta Mellark’s. No exceptions. No take backs. If it’s your night off, better make other plans.  

Which in her case, means tending bar a few nights a week when she’s not at the hospital, because when it comes to working the night shift, career options are limited. 

She presses her face into the pillow to help warm her nose. It smells like the bakery down the street. Sweet and savory, like cinnamon and dill. She wonders if Peeta Mellark stops there every day too, and whether the guy behind the counter has his order memorized like hers. Warm milk with a dash of cinnamon and the largest cheese danish from the case.  

She rolls over. Smelling his pillow is weird, especially now that she’s drooling. She settles onto the other pillow. Her pillow, let’s call it, but the strong odor of perfume gives her pause. Katniss does not wear perfume. 

She leaps out of the bed like the sheets are on fire. Someone else has been sleeping in her bed. Well probably not sleeping… The thought makes her queasy. She strips the sheets from the bed and crams them, comforter and all, into the tiny stacked washing machine in the hall closet. Then she takes another shower, even though her hair is still wet from the last one. Ugh, there goes the water bill. 

The laundry won’t be done for another hour, so she curls up on the couch and falls asleep to the rattle of the spin cycle. When she wakes to the mid afternoon sun, she changes the load and heads to the store. She passes the bakery down the street and debates another pastry, but they’re already closed.

Today is not her day. 

At Target, she grabs the cheapest, limpest pillow along with a scratchy pillowcase off the clearance rack. She’s not operating a bed and breakfast for her roommate’s booty call. She still can’t believe he has the nerve to do it in their bed. 

She has half a mind to return the favor, but it’s not exactly easy to find a partner at three in the afternoon. Instead she drinks some of his milk straight from the carton. 

That’ll show him.

There’s a pad of post it notes next to the fridge, and she hastily scrawls: For Guests, before slapping the pillow on the bare mattress, because she certainly isn’t going to make the bed for him. 

After work, she has a little time to kill before the apartment is hers again. She reaches the bakery just as the man behind the counter is twisting the lock to open the door. 5AM on the dot. 

“Morning,” he says. 

“Something like that,” she replies. 

The display case is still empty, so he disappears into the kitchen for a moment before returning with a steaming bag. 

“Still warm from the oven,” he says. 

The smell is divine, and the sound she makes in response is improper at best. 

His eyebrow quirks. “Good?”

She glares at him. “I think you know.”

He flashes her a smile that fills her with an unexpected warmth, then turns to start her drink before she can fully process it. Are they flirting?

Her eyes dip shamelessly down his body. He’s cute. And the way he smiled at her before… she’s pretty sure if she asked him what time he got off work, this place would be closed within five minutes. 

She could make her roommate’s pillow smell like cinnamon and dill real good. 

He turns to hand her her drink and her posture straightens. She hands him a few crumpled bills before she can make a fool of herself and ducks out the door. 

Back at the apartment, there’s a dozen post it notes spread across the kitchen table. 

I am so sorry. 

I lost track of time. 

I always wash the sheets after, I swear. 

She casts a sideways glance towards the bedroom and scowls. How often is he having sex? Maybe he has a girlfriend. A really understanding girlfriend who doesn’t mind him sharing a bed with another woman. And for some reason won’t offer up her own bed. 

There’s a bakery bag on the table with another post it.

Please accept this as a peace offering. 

She sets her own bakery bag on the table beside it. Jokes on him, because she can’t be bribed with treats. Especially when she already has a danish waiting for her. 

She checks the contents anyway. It’s some kind of roll, probably off the lunch menu. There’s another note:

Pop in the toaster oven for 3 minutes. 

She rolls her eyes. This won’t work. She pops the rolls on a tray and starts the toaster. When she licks the grease off her fingers, the salt and garlic flavor is heaven. 

She continues reading the notes. 

I’ve got an idea. 

For keeping things organized. 

What’s your favorite color?

She’s not answering that. 

The toaster dings and she retrieves the rolls. She rips one open, and the gooey cheesy filling stretches like something out of a magazine. 

She takes a bite, and it’s even better than the cheese danish. She practically inhales them all.

She picks up the sharpie off the table and writes: GREEN

The nextmorning, she’s catching up on charts and is late leaving the hospital. It’s close to 7 when she swings by the bakery, and the man behind the counter isn’t there. 

In fact, it occurs to her that the man behind the counter doesn’t typically work the register, because the woman smiling expectantly at her now, Delly, is wearing a name tag. 

Katniss’s eyes flit toward the kitchen door. 

“Can I help you?” Delly prods. 

“Right, yeah, could I get an order of cheese buns?”

Delly’s smile turns apologetic. “I’m sorry. We only serve those after 10:30.”

Katniss deflates. She supposes she could set an alarm. “Are there any leftover from yesterday?” She asks hopefully.

“The staff usually divides up leftovers at closing.”

Katniss looks at the kitchen door again. The baker would definitely save her some cheese buns. But seeing as she doesn’t know his name, there’s no way of asking for him without sounding like she wants to speak with a manager.

So she orders her usual instead, and leaves with one last sidelong glance toward the kitchen door. 

Back at the apartment, there’s a post it waiting for her on the bedroom door.

Better?

The pillowcases have changed. Hers is now green and she suspects the other one is his favorite color, orange. 

She finds a fresh post it note. 

You continue picking up my cheese bun order, and we’ll call it even. 

She tacks a $5 bill beneath the note and goes to bed. 

When she gets home from work the next day, a bakery bag is waiting for her, but her money is still there. 

On the house. 

It bothers her that he won’t take her money, so she restocks his tea. 

Better, she agrees. 

[promptsinpanem]

Midsummer

Summary: Every summer District 12 observes a local holiday, Midsummer, and this year Katniss Everdeen is excited to go

Keep reading

[wistfulweaverwoman]

I forgot this doesn’t have the link so you wouldn’t know that there’s a second part.

Written way back in 2015!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[rileychester]

Something I always wondered about Peeta and his later years after the Games and the Revolution. As Peeta grew into an old man.

How was his heart or his overall health?

Like between the force field execution in Catching Fire, and all the torturing the Capitol did to him. Plus the hijacking venom can't have helped his brain, heart, or nervous system.

Could it be possible as Peeta ages that he will have heart or other serious heart problems?

[waywardangel-wilds]

I think he developed health complications and passes away earlier than he otherwise would have

[charlunday]

It's funny you say this because I actually have been thinking about Peeta and if he would have an increased risk for dementia or other memory problems.

Like as they get older, he starts forgetting certain words and needing longer to remember them. Then the questions of "real or not real?" get more frequent again. The time they know it's serious is when he can't remember their daughter's name for a few minutes.

He starts saying things to Katniss like "when we get married" or "when I see Haymitch" (who is long dead). He'll ask if his brothers have accepted his dinner invitation.

And worst, near the very end of his life, he'll have bad hijacking relapses.

But the night before he dies, he's completely lucid. They're both old and frail, and for one last time, he's there. Katniss wants to think it means he's getting better but knows it probably doesn't. They have dinner together. They talk. They cuddle with hot chocolate. And that night, with her head on his chest, Katniss hears his heart stop. But it's not all bad because that night, she knows he died as himself.

[buggiebite-deactivated20250610]

To add, there’s two different directions my mind takes me for when they do end pass away. But, in both, Peeta dies before Katniss.

1. When Peeta passes, Katniss remains strong and holds him in her memory always. It is hard at first, but their children keep her sane and the boy is such a spitting image of his father, it helps some. She also has his eyes to gaze at in their daughter. Grounding her. Surrounded by grandchildren who carry his traits: curly hair, dimples when he smiled, freckles, Katniss lives on with Peeta’s memory. Several years later, passing away herself.

2. I had a grandmother who “died of a broken heart”, I don’t know if it’s a southern thing, but I feel like Katniss would go the same route. Peeta passes and she’s so broken she’s delirious. Calling out for Peeta, making dinner for them both when shes the only one eating, waiting for Peeta to come to bed and he never does. Then, when she realizes he is really gone, when she’s got the burial and funeral to prove it, she goes too. Her children knowing it is coming, sit and accompany her. Before death, in some cases, the person will talk to people who aren’t there, who are dead. I feel like Katniss would do so. She’d talk to Peeta, Prim, her father, a list of others. Then she would pass. Happily. Her children upset that they have lost both of their parents in such a short span of time, but knowing they are happy on the other side.

[rosegardeninwinter]

I concur with all of this. 😞 I think they live a long and healing life but I also think (in addition to heart complications) Peeta’s leg necessitates the use of a wheelchair in his later days, and that Katniss’ once repaired ear deteriorates and she uses hearing aids. I tend to subscribe to the “dies of a broken heart” theory too, but not immediately. She carries on for a little longer before she goes, for her children and grandchildren. If uh … if you wanna … be sadder … I have a fic for this.

[triassictriserratops]

A really, really, really good, and emotionally devastating, take on Peeta developing dementia is The Good Wife from The Ashes of District 12 series.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[louezem]

Wait, what? 😯

The legendary Silvercistern is now an orphan_account?

What is happening? 😓

[triassictriserratops]

here are some of her other works that I found also orphaned:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Unfortunately, that's all I've been able to find. :(

[lastleaf]

Here's everything I could find:

happy endings by orphan_account

Peeta Mellark is going to lose his job if he doesn't get his anxiety under control.

Enter Katniss Everdeen, the world's worst masseuse.

The Ashes of District Twelve - orphan_account

Includes:

The List

Ragged Edges

The Good Wife

Legal Matrimony

The Grandmentor

The Many and Varied Adventures of Young Fletcher Mellark

librarian!Peeta

Includes:

Flux and Dustjackets

Combs and a Fob Chain

A Tree Grows in Philadelphia

PiP submissions:

Patient 823 - orphan_account

The Museum of Cultural Preservation and Antiquity - orphan_account

A Tragedy in Twelve Parts - orphan_account

Second Place - orphan_account

Coward - orphan_account

Talk to Her - orphan_account

Two Cakes - orphan_account

The Colors - orphan_account

Real - orphan_account

District 12 - orphan_account

Golden Apples - orphan_account

Someone to Watch Over Me - orphan_account

[lastleaf]

thg fic recs

These are the gifts written for me in the various fic exchanges I've participated in. All four of them are so different from each other, and all so good.

Deterioration of a Smile - FortuneFaded2012 @fortunefaded2012

Katniss Everdeen has been on death row for ten years, but she is convinced she has only been there for months. Convicted of a triple homicide she must contend with her mental deterioration, glass wall visitations with her fiancé Peeta Mellark, and her impending execution.

Rating: M

Words: 13,101

______

A wedding in the district - AlwaysEverlark @alwayseverlark

Request: Non-reaped!Everlark. Katniss and Peeta interact as guests at a traditional district 12 wedding.

Another take on “it would have happened anyway”

Katniss is invited to her first Merchant wedding.

Rating: M

Words: 5,785

______

you make me feel - Word_Addict

Peeta and Katniss meet, not at the Reaping, but at a dance months later. Will they still find a spark, even without the Games to ignite it?

Rating: G

Words: 1,115

______

The Revival Tour - atleastmymomlikesme @atleastmymomlikesme

The last surviving member of the Covey returns to his nomadic roots only to find himself in the least musical place in Panem- District 13.

Rating: T

Words: 2,297

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (13)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 /

Created: January 28th, 2024

Last Checked:—-

All's Fair-wineredroseblossoms (ao3) Summary: “I dream of you,” he said, his voice husky and desperate. Somehow, the space between them had shrunk to nearly nothing. He was so close he could smell her scent: honeysuckle and soap. It was intoxicating, maddening. His lips grazed the shell of her ear as he murmured. “I dream of you, and such dreams as I would never speak of to a soul, save … save for the woman who inhabits them.”

but the rain is always gonna come (if you’re standing with me)-starryprose (ao3) Summary: Katniss, Peeta, and the rain. Based off the prompt “One character is caught in the rain someplace & they are contemplating what to do when their partner comes running out of nowhere with an umbrella & they go home together.”

Christmas Wish-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Katniss has only one chance to be able to give Prim the Christmas she deserves, a talent contest sponsored by the local radio station. Still grieving over the recent death of his father, Peeta is spending a quiet day in the bakery when a bittersweet Christmas song drifts over the radio, stirring up a longing for his lost love. This songfic is a one-shot from the Flying Solo universe, inspired by Michael Buble’s cover of All I Want for Christmas is You.

Come Morning Light-crazyundeadfairy (ff.net) Summary: A very AU take on Peeta's rescue in Mockingjay.

Happy Birthday Peeta (Perfect)-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Jrosely requested a surprise party for Peeta. Katniss and Peeta have been best friends since they were little, and on Peeta's birthday things change between the two.

If We Met Up at Midnight-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: Had the messenger arrived a day earlier, he would have been greeted by a yellow flag above our door, and had to turn back, summons undelivered. The odds, however, are not in my favor.

Impressive-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: A prequel to The One, in response to the prompt: “Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”

Longest Night-LastLeaf (ao3) Summary: I know it's him without even having to turn around, though I'm still shocked he's here. Peeta Mellark isn't exactly the type to slum it in the Seam. But here he is, bundled up in a long, dark wool coat with large buttons down the front, a fine maroon scarf snugly knotted at his throat. I don't see Peeta outside the bakery very often, but every once in awhile I might run into him at the public market in Town. When that happens, he'll give me a lopsided grin and a friendly “Hey, stranger,” but, even though we've gotten to know each other a little bit in the past year or so, we rarely talk about anything personal. On the night of the Winter Solstice, Katniss finds a way to help Peeta Mellark.

On the First day of Christmas…-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: District 7's tradition of 'Christmas' has spread to the post war District 12. Peeta tries to help Katniss embrace these new strange customs. Hoping a few of them may bring his true love some cheer during the winter season.

Side Project-Ronja (ao3) Summary: A collection of scenes written for "the Project", but removed for various reasons - usually pacing and for sheer length. Not necessarily compliant anymore with the rest of the story.

[mollywog]

Nick (short for Pumpernickel), the forgotten Mellark brother 😔

This is so funny to me

just for fun… what is everyone’s favorite name for the eldest Mellark brother?

Oldest Mellark Brother

Pumpernickel

Levi/Leavan

Wheaton

Bannock

Graham

Can’t believe you forgot _____!

Voting ended onFeb 24, 2024

[triassictriserratops]

Naming their firstborn son Pumpernickel would have been the first thing Mrs. Mellark would have had against her husband. It was all downhill from there.

[mega-aulover]

I always name him Graham or Bing - like he the serious brother but I've never considered Levi/Leavan - steeples fingers

[rosegardeninwinter]

I always go Bannock, but I like Leaven. For the second brother, I stick with Ry (but I kick the e). And for their father, it’s Bara.

[katnissmellarkkk]

I go with Graham or Wheaton for the eldest brother, almost always Rye for the middle and for the Mellark Daddy I go with Rueben. Or I use Rueben for the eldest brother.

[pookieh]

For me the first born Mellark is usually either Graham or Bran but it's always Rye for middle Mellark.

[lastleaf]

So in my fics, I went against the grain and named him Ander, a variation of Andrew, Peter's older brother in the bible. And ghtlovesthg does something similar in On the Threshold.

But I still make the middle one Rye. He's a character in his own right at this point.

[lastleaf]

Just for fun, I made a list of all my stories from the last few @thgseasonofhope fic exchanges. All three of them are so different from each other and at least one of them would never have existed without my giftee's prompts (which is good, because it definitely brought me out of my comfort zone).

and that has made all the difference 

Eighteen-year-old Cinna interns for longtime stylist Tigris during that year's Hunger Games.

Rated: T

Words: 2159

______

Crave 

Katniss develops some unusual cravings in the early stages of her pregnancy. Post-Mockingjay

Rated: M

Words: 1,467

______

Something Sweet

Pre-canon. Reminiscing about happier times in her past, Lucy Gray would like to create some sweet memories for the younger members of the Covey.

Rated: T

Words: 1,290

[everlarkficquestions]

Author Interviews

The following are several Everlark fanfic author interviews conducted from various sources over the last few years.  You can also find the links on our sidebar.  It is our hope that reading (or revisiting) these interviews will provide some entertainment, insight, or inspiration whether you’re a writer or strictly a reader:

amelia_day

annieoakley1

atetheredmind

authoresskika

Court81981

DandelionSunset

devanrae

DustWriter

Everlark_Pearl

Everlark_Pearl

FernWithy

fnurfnur

HGRomance

Holymfwickee

konzelwoman

JLaLa

Medea Smyke

misshoneywell

monroeslittle

monroeslittle

peetasbunmyoven

sponsormusings

tigers24

titania522

Wollaston & pompeiigraffiti

[lastleaf]

@mollywog Here are some more author interviews if you're interested!

[norbertsmom]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Post Mockingjay. Peeta reminisces about the many different times he baked cookies thoughout his life.

My 2023 Seasons of Hope Gift Exchange fic for @katnissdoesnotfollowback .

Banner by @mega-aulover

[lastleaf]

The Revival Tour 

by atleastmymomlikesme

 A few people pause to extend their hands to him, worried by the sight of an old man not keeping up. He waves them all off. He will not allow anyone to endanger themselves on his account. Especially not when he’s about to do something so monumentally stupid.

He turns around and starts jogging back the way he came.

The last surviving member of the Covey returns to his nomadic roots only to find himself in the least musical place in Panem- District 13.

This was my gift in the thgseasonofhope2023 exchange. It's SO good.

[thgseasonofhope]

...And we're live***

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

***We have one offering that just won't reveal. I may need to have the author resubmit in a bit, so you will likely see this as a weird anomaly on the Collection list. If you do, I apologize.

We had five pinch hitters this time, which is a record. I can't thank the following people enough for coming through and creating for us! If not for their ability to plot quickly and cleanly and follow through, we might not have had a collection at all!

Thank you and may you be showered with fresh bread in the coming days!

@katnissdoesnotfollowback

@albinokittens300

@mega-aulover

Fkatwirls (I'm sorry I don't know their Tumblr name?)

@samseabxrn

On behalf of @shesasurvivor and myself, Happy, Happy New Year!

[lastleaf]

The Revival Tour 

by atleastmymomlikesme

 A few people pause to extend their hands to him, worried by the sight of an old man not keeping up. He waves them all off. He will not allow anyone to endanger themselves on his account. Especially not when he’s about to do something so monumentally stupid.

He turns around and starts jogging back the way he came.

The last surviving member of the Covey returns to his nomadic roots only to find himself in the least musical place in Panem- District 13.

This was my gift in the thgseasonofhope2023 exchange. It's SO good.

[lastleaf]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

I know it’s him without even having to turn around, though I’m still shocked he’s here. Peeta Mellark isn’t exactly the type to slum it in the Seam. But here he is, bundled up in a long, dark wool coat with large buttons down the front, a fine maroon scarf snugly knotted at his throat. I don’t see Peeta outside the bakery very often, but every once in awhile I might run into him at the public market in Town. When that happens, he’ll give me a lopsided grin and a friendly “Hey, stranger,” but, even though we’ve gotten to know each other a little bit in the past year or so, we rarely talk about anything personal.

On the night of the Winter Solstice, Katniss finds a way to help Peeta Mellark.

[lastleaf]

Obligatory Winter Solstice reblog. For those who’ve read this before, eagle-eyed readers may notice the plot hole I fixed and the small TBOSAS-inspired detail I added.