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came across this photo one day and all I could think about was mechanic-peeta by @katnissdoesnotfollowback
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Guys I need help : I remember reading an ff once where they mention about red string connecting souls
If anyone remembers the name and if possible the link plz?
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The Crush: A Spiderman x Everlark crossover
Summary: Mild-mannered student by day, famed thief-turned-hero the Black Cat by night, Katniss Everdeen is juggling taking care of her sister and protecting New York City all while not trying to fail Criminology 101. If that werenāt complicated enough, sheās got a crush on two guys - Spiderman, and the cute nerd she sits next to her in class. Whatās a girl to do?Ā Ā
Unbetaād, written quickly in the dark under a bridge like the troll I am, etc etc
Rated: M-ish? Kissing n stuff.Ā
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kpkpkpkp
I will never get sick of this. Iām hurtling through the air, as graceful as a ballerina, the alleyway a dark ribbon far below me. Jumping off of buildings used to terrify me. Now, itās old hat.
I somersault through the air before landing lightly on the rooftop, my black boots barely making a sound on the concrete.Ā
Spiderman lands just a moment after I do. His toned body is wrapped up in red and blue spandex like a present. Even under the mask, I can tell heās smiling.Ā
āLooks like we ruined their night,ā he says, jerking his thumb to where we left two thieves webbed on the side of the building across the street. Their obnoxious voices carry across the street.
āCurse you, Spiderman!ā
āGod, do people really say that?ā I wrinkle my nose although Spiderman canāt see under my mask. āSo clichĆ©.ā
āVery unoriginal.ā He laughs.
āIām a little offended theyāre not cursing me.ā Granted, the Black Cat is much newer on the NYC superhero scene, but still. Youād think Iād get some credit.
Spiderman is watching me intently, and I assume heās admiring my new costume. Heās barely kept his eyes off of it all night. I preen a little. I did a few favors for a tailor in Hellās Kitchen, and he paid me back with this fitted all-black jumpsuit and matching cat-ear mask.
āWhere to next?ā I ask. The city is spread out like a maze of twinkling lights below us, and the night is young.
āLooks like this building could use some surveillance,ā he says, his voice low.
āWhat? Thereās nothing going -ā
Spiderman pushes me up against a wall, his hands all over me. I lift up his mask just above his mouth and he moves mine, just high enough for our lips to touch. He kisses me hard, but I barely notice the bricks digging into my back.Ā
Yup. He definitely likes the new suit.
Normally Iām the one that pounces on Spiderman after patrol, but today his movements are urgent, like he wants to devour me. I am definitely not complaining.Ā
His slim hips press into me, making my head get fuzzy. He tastes like sugar and smells like rain. Last week, I was able to make him moan so loud it scared some pigeons. Tonight, Iāll try to make a new record.
I lick the soft skin of his neck and he groans. āYouāre going to be the death of me.āĀ
I bite him, scraping my teeth under his ear. āOuch, that ā ahhhāā
I lift his mask even higher, but he catches my wrist.
Damn.
āDonāt you think itās time? Weāve been partners for months,ā I pout.
He jerks his mask back on and leaps onto the wall above me so heās well out of reach.Ā
āCome on, donāt be like that.ā I cross my arms.
āAre you ready to reveal your identity?ā he shoots back.
āHow about you go first and weāll see.ā I twist some of the platinum blonde hair of my wig between my fingers. I always wonder what he would think if he saw my actual hair, which is long and dark. As for whatās behind his mask, itās driving me crazy not to know.
āIāll see you tomorrow Cat,ā he says flatly.
āSeriously? We were just getting started!ā But itās too late, heās leapt off of the building and is swinging off into the distance, which is a bit dramatic if you ask me. I sigh.
Maybe he just doesnāt like you.
Insecurity twists in my stomach like a knife. But I push it away. Just because he doesnāt want to reveal his super-secret identity just yet doesnāt mean anything.
I climb my way down into the alley, then head towards the Upper East Side, and home.
kpkpkp
Unfortunately, my commute home is interrupted. Or rather, I interrupt five men attempting to rob a woman in dark side street. I take four of the guys out easy, but without Spiderman to watch my back, one of the morons manages to slice my arm with his pocket knife. I punch him between the eyes a little harder than necessary and he falls to the pavement, which is perhaps an overreaction on my part, but very satisfying.
When the woman is safely on her way with her purse returned, I sprint home until Iām finally climbing in the living room window of the apartment that I share with my sister.Ā
āLook at you!ā Prim is still in her scrubs, sitting on the couch. She eyes the blood dripping from my wound and sets her TV dinner aside. āIāll go get my kit.ā
āIām fine!ā I call after her, and try not to get blood on the carpet as I sink down at the kitchen table.
āYouāre not fine,ā Prim says. I only yell a little when she douses antiseptic on the wound. Luckily, Prim manages to stitch me up in no time.
āYouāre so smart. Why didnāt Buttercup bite you instead of me?ā
Prim swats me on the arm. "Buttercup didnāt bite you.ā
"Sure he did. The bastard.ā
Buttercup, the cat in question, glowers at me from his chair. I donāt remember much about the night I got my powers - just the wet slide of rain on my skin, a dark alleyway, the smell of blood and finally waking up to a this damn tabby meowing at me, as if to say, āyouāre late.ā He followed me home and hasnāt left since.
āAll set.ā Prim sets down her needle and fixes me with an evil grin. āSo, when are you going to ask out to Spiderman?ā
I groan. āThanks for the stitches, duckie.ā I ruffle her hair and dance past her to my room.
āCome on!ā Prim calls, but I shut the door before she can give me the third degree. How can I ask him out when he canāt even trust me? What are we going to do, go on a date to a movie in full costume? I flop onto my bed. Itās tomorrowās problem. Tonight, I sink gratefully into sleep.
KpkpkpĀ
Thereās nothing like New York City in the fall. The crisp air, the Halloween decorations on the stoops, and the store displays of diamonds. Ok, maybe that last one is not quite fall-themed, but I find myself drawn to the window of Tiffanyās where I try not to drool over a diamond necklace. My fingers itch. Iāve never broke into Tiffanyās, but it would be so easy. And donāt I deserve a little treat? Apparently, word has gotten around that Iām working with Spiderman, and now no shortage of freaks are crawling out of the woodwork to take a bite at me. Freaking Vulture of all people tried to take me out today during an early-morning patrol in Central Park, the jerk.
The necklace is so shiny, and princess-cut, which is my favorite.
But no, those days are over. When I got my powers, I promised myself Iād only steal enough to get Prim through med school, and pay for my degree. Those days are over.
With heroic restraint I turn away, and march to class along with a horde of my fellow NYU students. I find a seat in the huge lecture hall, filled with the chatter of students.
Iām just pulling out my notebook when a student beside me speaks.
āThereās something in your hair.ā
āWhat?ā I turn to see heās cute, with intelligent eyes behind glasses.
āThere.ā He plucks a leaf out of my messy braid. āHave you been getting into fights with plants?āĀ
No, but Vulture thought it would be funny to throw me into a tree.
āThanks,ā I say. He flashes me a smile. He has a dimple, just one, on his right cheek. Itās adorable.
āAre you a criminology major?ā
āEnvironmental science and French double major.ā
Heās eyebrows disappear into his curly hair.
āAre you?ā I ask.Ā
āIām a computer science major. Just declared it. I was debating between chemistry and computer science for a while.ā
My interest is piqued. I havenāt met a lot of computer science majors since they always seem chained to their laptops in the STEM labs.Ā
āWhy does a future software engineer need to take Criminology 101?ā
He fiddles with his pen. āWhy are you taking this class? Itās not exactly a French major course requirement.āĀ
I canāt tell him itās to help support my, uh, extracurriculars. He lets the question hang, and neither of us move to answer.
āWhat else are you taking?ā I finally ask.
āCalculus, physics, Python. Oh, and photography.ā
Itās my turn to raise an eyebrow. Thatās a lot of classes. āWhy photography?ā
āI have this internship with The Daily Bugle.ā
I make a face. āUgh, the Bugle is the worst. Always slandering Spiderman for literally no reason.ā
I realize too late Iāve probably offended him, but he shrugs nonchalantly. āYeah, I tend to agree. But it pays the bills.ā
āIām Katniss.āĀ
āPeeta.ā He shakes my hand, and his bicep flexes under the blue long sleeve shirt that matches his eyes.
Iāll have to ask Spiderman if he knows Peeta. He has some contacts at the Bugle, like his photographer that magically gets all these amazing shots of Spiderman taking down bad guys. Iām beginning to think he takes his own photos and just sends them in to his photographer friend there.Ā
It looks like Peeta about to say something more but the professor strides in and the lecture begins. I scribble notes but keep getting distracted. Peeta laughs at the professorās jokes, and each time my heart does this weird little flip. I even catch him staring at me once before he looks away hurriedly.
At the end of the hour, Iām packing my bag when he flashes me a smile.
āWant to grab coffee tomorrow? Thereās this cute coffee shop called The BeanāāĀ
āIn the East Village?ā Itās a clean but tiny hole in the wall, and hardly anyone goes there. I know this because Spiderman and I have been a few times to fuel up on caffeine before patrol.
Wait ā is this a date? Peeta is smiling crookedly at me. I picture a flash of red and blue and guilt sits heavy in my stomach.
āUm, maybe?ā
āMaybe?ā Peeta cocks his head. Iām starting to melt under his guileless gaze and nerdy-cute glasses. How can I say no?
āNo, I mean ā yes. Yes, letās get coffee.ā
Spiderman has made it clear he doesnāt want to share his identity. Which I totally understand. But we canāt have a relationship if weāre always hiding behind a mask.
āNoon tomorrow?ā I suggest. This date will be good for me. Even if Spiderman kisses me with the intensity of a fire consuming a house, even if his laugh is like a spring breeze ā no. Stop it!Ā
Peeta nods, swinging his bag gracefully over his shoulder.Ā
āSee you then, Kat.ā
I freeze. Thereās something in the sound of his voice, or maybe itās because itās so close to what Spiderman always calls me, that makes me do a double take.
For the first time since Iāve met him, Peeta is frowning. āNope, I can see that was a mistake.ā
āI prefer Katniss.ā I shrug.Ā
āAll right. Katniss.ā
I like it when he says my name. A lot. But I donāt show it.
I turn on my heel and hurry out of class.
kpkpkp
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The Crush: A Spiderman x Everlark crossover
Summary: Mild-mannered student by day, famed thief-turned-hero the Black Cat by night, Katniss Everdeen is juggling taking care of her sister and protecting New York City all while not trying to fail Criminology 101. If that werenāt complicated enough, sheās got a crush on two guys - Spiderman, and the cute nerd she sits next to her in class. Whatās a girl to do?Ā Ā
Unbetaād, written quickly in the dark under a bridge like the troll I am, etc etc
Rated: M-ish? Kissing n stuff.Ā
Enjoy! š·
kpkpkpkp
I will never get sick of this. Iām hurtling through the air, as graceful as a ballerina, the alleyway a dark ribbon far below me. Jumping off of buildings used to terrify me. Now, itās old hat.
I somersault through the air before landing lightly on the rooftop, my black boots barely making a sound on the concrete.Ā
Spiderman lands just a moment after I do. His toned body is wrapped up in red and blue spandex like a present. Even under the mask, I can tell heās smiling.Ā
āLooks like we ruined their night,ā he says, jerking his thumb to where we left two thieves webbed on the side of the building across the street. Their obnoxious voices carry across the street.
āCurse you, Spiderman!ā
āGod, do people really say that?ā I wrinkle my nose although Spiderman canāt see under my mask. āSo clichĆ©.ā
āVery unoriginal.ā He laughs.
āIām a little offended theyāre not cursing me.ā Granted, the Black Cat is much newer on the NYC superhero scene, but still. Youād think Iād get some credit.
Spiderman is watching me intently, and I assume heās admiring my new costume. Heās barely kept his eyes off of it all night. I preen a little. I did a few favors for a tailor in Hellās Kitchen, and he paid me back with this fitted all-black jumpsuit and matching cat-ear mask.
āWhere to next?ā I ask. The city is spread out like a maze of twinkling lights below us, and the night is young.
āLooks like this building could use some surveillance,ā he says, his voice low.
āWhat? Thereās nothing going -ā
Spiderman pushes me up against a wall, his hands all over me. I lift up his mask just above his mouth and he moves mine, just high enough for our lips to touch. He kisses me hard, but I barely notice the bricks digging into my back.Ā
Yup. He definitely likes the new suit.
Normally Iām the one that pounces on Spiderman after patrol, but today his movements are urgent, like he wants to devour me. I am definitely not complaining.Ā
His slim hips press into me, making my head get fuzzy. He tastes like sugar and smells like rain. Last week, I was able to make him moan so loud it scared some pigeons. Tonight, Iāll try to make a new record.
I lick the soft skin of his neck and he groans. āYouāre going to be the death of me.āĀ
I bite him, scraping my teeth under his ear. āOuch, that ā ahhhāā
I lift his mask even higher, but he catches my wrist.
Damn.
āDonāt you think itās time? Weāve been partners for months,ā I pout.
He jerks his mask back on and leaps onto the wall above me so heās well out of reach.Ā
āCome on, donāt be like that.ā I cross my arms.
āAre you ready to reveal your identity?ā he shoots back.
āHow about you go first and weāll see.ā I twist some of the platinum blonde hair of my wig between my fingers. I always wonder what he would think if he saw my actual hair, which is long and dark. As for whatās behind his mask, itās driving me crazy not to know.
āIāll see you tomorrow Cat,ā he says flatly.
āSeriously? We were just getting started!ā But itās too late, heās leapt off of the building and is swinging off into the distance, which is a bit dramatic if you ask me. I sigh.
Maybe he just doesnāt like you.
Insecurity twists in my stomach like a knife. But I push it away. Just because he doesnāt want to reveal his super-secret identity just yet doesnāt mean anything.
I climb my way down into the alley, then head towards the Upper East Side, and home.
kpkpkp
Unfortunately, my commute home is interrupted. Or rather, I interrupt five men attempting to rob a woman in dark side street. I take four of the guys out easy, but without Spiderman to watch my back, one of the morons manages to slice my arm with his pocket knife. I punch him between the eyes a little harder than necessary and he falls to the pavement, which is perhaps an overreaction on my part, but very satisfying.
When the woman is safely on her way with her purse returned, I sprint home until Iām finally climbing in the living room window of the apartment that I share with my sister.Ā
āLook at you!ā Prim is still in her scrubs, sitting on the couch. She eyes the blood dripping from my wound and sets her TV dinner aside. āIāll go get my kit.ā
āIām fine!ā I call after her, and try not to get blood on the carpet as I sink down at the kitchen table.
āYouāre not fine,ā Prim says. I only yell a little when she douses antiseptic on the wound. Luckily, Prim manages to stitch me up in no time.
āYouāre so smart. Why didnāt Buttercup bite you instead of me?ā
Prim swats me on the arm. āButtercup didnāt bite you.ā
āSure he did. The bastard.ā
Buttercup, the cat in question, glowers at me from his chair. I donāt remember much about the night I got my powers - just the wet slide of rain on my skin, a dark alleyway, the smell of blood and finally waking up to a this damn tabby meowing at me, as if to say, āyouāre late.ā He followed me home and hasnāt left since.
āAll set.ā Prim sets down her needle and fixes me with an evil grin. āSo, when are you going to ask out to Spiderman?ā
I groan. āThanks for the stitches, duckie.ā I ruffle her hair and dance past her to my room.
āCome on!ā Prim calls, but I shut the door before she can give me the third degree. How can I ask him out when he canāt even trust me? What are we going to do, go on a date to a movie in full costume? I flop onto my bed. Itās tomorrowās problem. Tonight, I sink gratefully into sleep.
KpkpkpĀ
Thereās nothing like New York City in the fall. The crisp air, the Halloween decorations on the stoops, and the store displays of diamonds. Ok, maybe that last one is not quite fall-themed, but I find myself drawn to the window of Tiffanyās where I try not to drool over a diamond necklace. My fingers itch. Iāve never broke into Tiffanyās, but it would be so easy. And donāt I deserve a little treat? Apparently, word has gotten around that Iām working with Spiderman, and now no shortage of freaks are crawling out of the woodwork to take a bite at me. Freaking Vulture of all people tried to take me out today during an early-morning patrol in Central Park, the jerk.
The necklace is so shiny, and princess-cut, which is my favorite.
But no, those days are over. When I got my powers, I promised myself Iād only steal enough to get Prim through med school, and pay for my degree. Those days are over.
With heroic restraint I turn away, and march to class along with a horde of my fellow NYU students. I find a seat in the huge lecture hall, filled with the chatter of students.
Iām just pulling out my notebook when a student beside me speaks.
āThereās something in your hair.ā
āWhat?ā I turn to see heās cute, with intelligent eyes behind glasses.
āThere.ā He plucks a leaf out of my messy braid. āHave you been getting into fights with plants?āĀ
No, but Vulture thought it would be funny to throw me into a tree.
āThanks,ā I say. He flashes me a smile. He has a dimple, just one, on his right cheek. Itās adorable.
āAre you a criminology major?ā
āEnvironmental science and French double major.ā
Heās eyebrows disappear into his curly hair.
āAre you?ā I ask.Ā
āIām a computer science major. Just declared it. I was debating between chemistry and computer science for a while.ā
My interest is piqued. I havenāt met a lot of computer science majors since they always seem chained to their laptops in the STEM labs.Ā
āWhy does a future software engineer need to take Criminology 101?ā
He fiddles with his pen. āWhy are you taking this class? Itās not exactly a French major course requirement.āĀ
I canāt tell him itās to help support my, uh, extracurriculars. He lets the question hang, and neither of us move to answer.
āWhat else are you taking?ā I finally ask.
āCalculus, physics, Python. Oh, and photography.ā
Itās my turn to raise an eyebrow. Thatās a lot of classes. āWhy photography?ā
āI have this internship with The Daily Bugle.ā
I make a face. āUgh, the Bugle is the worst. Always slandering Spiderman for literally no reason.ā
I realize too late Iāve probably offended him, but he shrugs nonchalantly. āYeah, I tend to agree. But it pays the bills.ā
āIām Katniss.āĀ
āPeeta.ā He shakes my hand, and his bicep flexes under the blue long sleeve shirt that matches his eyes.
Iāll have to ask Spiderman if he knows Peeta. He has some contacts at the Bugle, like his photographer that magically gets all these amazing shots of Spiderman taking down bad guys. Iām beginning to think he takes his own photos and just sends them in to his photographer friend there.Ā
It looks like Peeta about to say something more but the professor strides in and the lecture begins. I scribble notes but keep getting distracted. Peeta laughs at the professorās jokes, and each time my heart does this weird little flip. I even catch him staring at me once before he looks away hurriedly.
At the end of the hour, Iām packing my bag when he flashes me a smile.
āWant to grab coffee tomorrow? Thereās this cute coffee shop called The BeanāāĀ
āIn the East Village?ā Itās a clean but tiny hole in the wall, and hardly anyone goes there. I know this because Spiderman and I have been a few times to fuel up on caffeine before patrol.
Wait ā is this a date? Peeta is smiling crookedly at me. I picture a flash of red and blue and guilt sits heavy in my stomach.
āUm, maybe?ā
āMaybe?ā Peeta cocks his head. Iām starting to melt under his guileless gaze and nerdy-cute glasses. How can I say no?
āNo, I mean ā yes. Yes, letās get coffee.ā
Spiderman has made it clear he doesnāt want to share his identity. Which I totally understand. But we canāt have a relationship if weāre always hiding behind a mask.
āNoon tomorrow?ā I suggest. This date will be good for me. Even if Spiderman kisses me with the intensity of a fire consuming a house, even if his laugh is like a spring breeze ā no. Stop it!Ā
Peeta nods, swinging his bag gracefully over his shoulder.Ā
āSee you then, Kat.ā
I freeze. Thereās something in the sound of his voice, or maybe itās because itās so close to what Spiderman always calls me, that makes me do a double take.
For the first time since Iāve met him, Peeta is frowning. āNope, I can see that was a mistake.ā
āI prefer Katniss.ā I shrug.Ā
āAll right. Katniss.ā
I like it when he says my name. A lot. But I donāt show it.
I turn on my heel and hurry out of class.
kpkpkp
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The Crush: A Spiderman x Everlark crossover (Part 2)
Chapter summary: Katniss and Peeta go on a date. Or two. <3
Story summary: Mild-mannered student by day, famed thief-turned-hero the Black Cat by night, Katniss Everdeen is juggling taking care of her sister and protecting New York City all while not trying to fail Criminology 101. If that werenāt complicated enough, sheās got a crush on two guys - Spiderman, and the cute nerd she sits next to in class. Whatās a girl to do? Ā
Unbetaād, Rated M
Enjoy! š·
kpkpkpkp
The next day, I show up early to the coffee shop. Unfortunately, this gives me plenty of time to think about what Iām doing.
Last night on patrol, Spiderman made me laugh so hard I almost fell off the side of a building. When he grabbed my arm to stabilize me, electricity shot through my body, making me tingle down to my toes.Ā
Now Iām on a date with somebody else. What is wrong with me?
I spot Peeta hurrying through the throngs of tourists. His nose is pink from the cold, and his face positively lights up when he sees me.
God, Peetaās cute. Those freckles should be illegal.
āHey!ā He gives me a hug. āArenāt you cold? Letās get inside.ā He gallantly opens the door for me.
Peeta orders a plain coffee, and I order a mocha latte with whip. We settle in a booth by the window, and I try not to stare as he sheds his jacket to reveal a navy turtleneck. Between the way it stretches across his chest and the way he peers at me intently through his glasses, Iām feeling a little hot. Ā
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Mistletoe Crush
Sorry Iām late this is for @winterinpanem I tried to get it in on time..ā
Synopsis: Katniss is a college student with a crush on her best friend Peeta and she has one chance to tell him, will she take the chance?
Rated G / Unbetaed all mistakes are mine.
āI want Peeta to see me. I want him to want me, to see past that girls teased blonde hair and the extra large boobs.ā Katniss fell into her pillow. They were talking about the yearly Mistletoe Dance the town put on in December. It was a legendary dance for all the single people in the town, they opened up for the college kids to attend.Ā
It was held in the historic town hall and Prim wanted Katniss to go to the dance and make a move.
āI donāt get how you two are best friends and have never crossed that bridge?ā
Lifting her head she weighed what her sister said. Katniss wrinkled her nose, dressing up was not her thing. She was a District Twelve girl who thrived to be outside in nature. She was a bonafide geek who could shoot a squirrel right through the eye, and who had a huge crush Peeta Mellark.
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BAKER BOY
todayās mood: undeniable urge to draw the best boy in the world
plans for the evening, my work, everything else: cancelled
drawing of the best boy in the world: done āļø
HAVE A NICE DAY, LOVE
Sometimes I just need dose of sweet cute everlark to keep going. So here they are, on their early days of growing back together, saying goodbye before heading to the woods/bakery. Warm, gentle and soft.
Have a nice day, guys! ā¤ļø
Itās as if thereās no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other.Ā They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. No one seeing them could doubt their love.

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Some winter headcanons I wrote to soothe my anxiety āļø
Thereās not much Capitol technology they indulge in after the war, katniss is particularly adverse to a lot of it, but there is one thing Peeta puts his foot down on and buys. He gets a sunlight uv lamp, because if thereās something he can get that might help make them feel the slightest bit better in the dark months, heās going to get it.
Katniss gets mad because Buttercup always chooses to hibernate between them in the blanket when they snuggle up on the sofa. He hisses when she tries to remove him and Peeta just laughs and tells her to let him be
Katniss comes to the bakery a lot more in the winter because she canāt stay outside in the woods for as long and when sheās feeling seasonally low she misses Peeta a lot more. Plus she likes having an excuse to be around the warm ovens
Hot chocolate becomes an almost nightly treat during these months, they have to keep warm after all
Katniss loves to come in from the outside and warm up her cold hands by slipping her hands under peetaās shirt and rubbing his belly, itās always met with a groans but he doesnāt kind really
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The Hunger Games Season of Hope Holiday Gift Exchange is open to all four books (OG trilogy and The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes), medium (books, movies, etc.), pairing, character, etc. If you're interested in writing or drawing for THG, please consider joining us!
How it works:
You tell the universe what you want to read (or look at!) and what you are willing to write/offer in return. Sign-ups will close on December 5, 2021.
You get matched with someone who wants to read or write that thing.
Write or create through December 24.
Fics are submitted, then revealed anonymously on December 27.
On January 3, names are dropped and you find out who wrote your gift.
Weāre doing this on A03 again, so youāll need an account there. Please contact us if you need assistance signing up for an account.
Dates:
Sign up from now until midnight December 5th.
Write-write-write until midnight December 24th.
Works revealed midnight, December 27th.
Creators revealed January 3rd.
Other details:
Hunger Games Fandom only, please.
Pairings notĀ just limited to Everlark!
At least 500 words.
Donāt reveal your identity once you have you pairing! Please wait until all creators have been revealed before sharing which work is yours!
Please feel free to anonymously interact with your assigned author while we are waiting for stories and authors to be revealed! Fun anon messages are a great build up to the event, and can add some additional holiday joy. Just please be sure to keep your identity a secret until January 3rd!
How to Sign Up
Simply head to https://archiveofourown.org/collections/The_Hunger_Games_2021_Holiday_Gift_Exchange/signups/new, enter a minimum of three requests (maximum of five) youād like your Secret Santa to write for you, and then let us know what you are and are not interested in writing yourself, so we know who to match you to!