#dandelion-sunset

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From age 11, Katniss has had to endure poverty and abuse due to her stepfather, Snow. She doesn’t know much about hope, love, or trust. However, when she accepts a job offer at a local bakery, she quickly befriends and starts to fall for sweet and gentle Peeta Mellark. Everything begins to change as he opens her eyes and heart to a whole new world of feelings and experiences.

by @dandelion-sunset

[loveoverpride]

Your drabble was so cute! Thank you so much for sharing it. Also, Merry Christmas! I hope the new year brings you lots of laughter, light, and happiness. <3

Merry Christmas, Heather!

Thank you. :) 

And thank you for your Christmas card.

xo

[papofglencoe]

Hi Caryn! Just dropping by to thank you for everything you do. Not only are you an amazingly talented writer, you give so much of your time helping others with theirs. I'm so thankful for your friendship and appreciate you so much. Wishing you the merriest Christmas, my friend. <3

Hey Heather! Thank you so much for sending me this... no joke... when it came through I was just writing out your Christmas card, basically saying the same exact things to you. *synchronicity* Thank you so much for your friendship and support. You are as generous to others as you are talented. Merry Christmas, and I’m sending love your way!  

[jhutchmyanchor]

Hi Rachel! Just stopping by to say thank you for everything you do. You are such a lovely, supportive person in this fandom and I appreciate you so much. Merry Christmas!

Heather, thank you so much! It’s extremely talented writers like you that give me motivation to support the authors that write amazing Everlark fanfiction. Your work deserves to be loved and promoted. I appreciate you too and thank you for being an important part of this fandom. Merry Christmas!

@dandelion-sunset

[andthisisthewonder]

Happy birthday! Hope it's been an awesome one. <3

Thank you!! My birthday was fabulous!

[shesasurvivor]

20 First Lines Meme

Rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag your favorite authors…writers… 

I was tagged by: @alliswell21 @norbertsmom @mega-aulover @thegirlfromoverthepond @dandelion-sunset and @titaniasfics

Starting from the top of my A03 page and working down, so not everything may be the most recently started story, just recently updated:

1. From The Tigers Come at Night:

"Effie said we have to be on the train at one. I wonder what time it is," Peeta says, glancing around.

2. Meadow Grows Green

The phone rings without end. I sigh and roll my eyes as I finally reach for it. You have to pick up the phone, Peeta’s words echo through my mind. 

3. May 8

I wake up before the sun rises, just like I always do. It’s the best time to hunt. But this morning, I don’t throw back the sheets and reach for my old leather boots, still molded to my feet after all these years. Really, when you think about it, it’s surprising they still fit. Especially now that I’m 20 years old.

4. Slumber On, Baby Dear

“Three weeks,” Peeta says as he pulls back the blankets and scoots in next to me. “Can you believe it’s been three weeks already?”

5. Yellow Blossoms

“I’m home,” I announce as I slip into the warm kitchen, quietly closing the back door behind me. Peeta glances up and offers me a small smile, before bowing his head over the dark-haired toddler in the high chair. “How was she?” I ask.

6. The Flame will Burn Forever

Snow falls silently outside the house. I can see it through the window from my place in the bed. It’s cold; bitterly cold. The last few days have seen the worst blizzard to hit the district since that time before the Quarter Quell. No one ever goes much of anywhere when this kind of weather hits. Peeta and I have barely left the house in days, only leaving to check on his house and make sure Haymitch is okay.

7. Across the Stars

The sun is just setting over Panem when I get the news. Jedi. On this planet.

8. Warm Afternoons

It’s already warm by the time Peeta and I reach the hill that leads us up to the lake. We didn’t take much with us, only a small bag of bread he packed for our outing. We didn’t bother to bring much more since he knew we’d find the rest of our food in the forest. Even now, along the way, we’re already picking berries and popping them into our mouths, their plump round bodies bursting with juice as we bite down. I only have my bow, my quiver full of arrows hung over one shoulder, and my hunting sack tucked into my belt. Even still, the mid-morning sun causes both of us to break into a sweat.

9. And We Run

Anakin Skywalker couldn't go through with it. He couldn’t. They were young, so young, and when he looked in their faces, all he could see was the child Padmé was carrying. His child. Their child. The very same one he was trying to protect. Wasn’t that why he had done this in the first place? Turned on Master Windu and taken his place beside Chancellor Palpatine?

10. Painting Flowers

Peeta looks out the window of the dining car as the buildings of District 6 rise up around the train. Already it looks different from District 5, where their little party had stopped previous, though the same general feeling seemed to rise out of both of them. Oppression. The word swirls around in the back of Peeta’s mind like wisps of smoke.

10. A House United

I awaken in the early morning to the sound of something crackling. Opening my eyes, I can just make out Peeta's silhouette bent over the fireplace in his room as he fuels it with more kindling. It's dark still, and the faint glow of the flames is the only source of light. When he's finished, Peeta makes his way over to the bed, and slips as gently and quietly beside me as he can. It's not until he's huddled next to me that he even sees I've been watching him.

11. Cold Mornings

It’s freezing cold in the room when I open my eyes early in the morning. I should get up, change into my clothes and boots, the outfit finished with my father’s worn leather hunting jacket. I should do this, but I don’t. No matter how much I tell myself I should. It’s too cold outside the sheets, and it’s warm here with the layers of blankets piled on the bed and my flannel nightgown.

12. Midnight Snacks 

“Katniss.” The voice purrs my name, cutting through the darkness, though it doesn’t wait me up. I’m already awake, going over every last detail of my last conversation with Peeta relentlessly. Finnick’s voice is a welcome distraction.

13. I’ve come to talk with you again

“Here’s your sandwich,” Peeta says as he hands a packet of wrapped paper to the blonde girl sitting next to him.

14. When Johnny Comes Marching Home

Two weeks. That’s how long she had been stuck in this camp.

15. Here’s Some Advice

Haymitch had done it. He had managed to outplay the competition of forty-seven other tributes, outwitting the final girl from one with that trick with the forcefield. He knew from the look in her eyes in those final foresaken minutes that she had thought she’d outlasted him. The ax came bouncing back so quickly, she had  barely had time to register that she was wrong.

16. Idle Gossip 

One afternoon, all the girls in the neighborhood fill up our old sitting room. It was Mama’s idea, as part of her plan to help train me to be a better wife for Gale. All good Southern women must know how to be a proper hostess. It seems like the worst possible use of time to me -- I would much rather be out in the woods hunting or gathering, somewhere that’s more natural for me. But since neither of those things are very becoming of a lady, here I am at Mama’s insistence.

17. Tie a Knot and Hang On

I open my eyes and glance around the room. The last effects of the drugs used to sedate me have begun to wear off, which unfortunately  brings me back to the present. Where I don’t want to be. Especially since that last conversation I had with Finnick before the attack decided to replay in my mind while I was under. Just what I need right now. Another reminder of what I’ve lost.  I wonder if it would be too soon to ask for another dose of the morphling.

18. Rain will Make the Flowers Grow

I feel that thing again. That hunger that overtook me on the beach. As Peeta’s lips melt with mine, I reach my hand up and bury it in his curls. The other hand pulls him closer; as close as I can possibly get to him.

19. Santa is a Yankee

I’m just emerging from the woods, trudging through the mud of the dampened earth when I notice how low in the sky the sun has fallen. Of course, it’s Christmas Eve, and the shortest day of the year was a short three days ago.

20. Getting There

“Does that feel good?” Peeta asks as he shifts his weight and begins rubbing a place between my legs. I nod up at him. “Yes,” I say. He moves in a rhythmic motion that he matches his fingers in time with. Above me, he smiles down shyly when his blue eyes meet mine.

Mostly I noticed that I tend to like writing long ass paragraphs for openers. (It was tough deciding if I should just go with one or two sentences, or use the whole thing. I decided to use the whole thing in most cases.) I also think the one Star Wars story in the sea of Hunger Games fic is pretty funny. 

I think I’m one of the last people to do this in the fandom, so I don’t know who to tag. Consider yourself tagged, though, if you haven’t been yet and you want to do this. Please. I’d like to see yours.