The Hunger Games Reread Starts this week! Each week, we read three chapters together. On Mondays, I post the prompts for the week that relate to those chapters. Do as many as or as little as you want. The more who participate, the more we have to love! So, join us!
The tag for this reread is #toastedTHG. Check out past tags and rereads to get a feel for what weāre doing or to get some ideas: #countdowntomockingjay, #alwaysreal, #rethg, #backtopanem.
So, check back for the prompts tomorrow morning! You guys are awesome!
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Iām looking for questions to post on the different characters for the rest of the month. You can send it to me anon if you want. Otherwise, Iāll post and tag you in it.Ā
This week: Gale, Prim, The Everdeenās & The Mellarkās
Next week: Snow & Coin
Last week in August: Tributes and Victors
Any other characters will be interspersed throughout the different weeks. Thanks, guys! As always, love your thoughts.
Hereās some post-epilogue drabble I decided to write for the Countdown To Mockingjay
Ā I hope you like it :)
I wake up, slightly startled to have the light shine brightly on my eyes despite the fact that it happens every morning. I look to my right, and immediately a small smile forms unwillingly because what I see is a sleeping Peeta. A man whose face is so calm yet strong, reflecting the character underneath all the scars and pain. I carefully prop myself up on one elbow and give myself a minute just to look at him, to memorize all his features, looking for anything new. With the same sunlight, Peetaās blonde hair is a ruffled mess but almost as if every strand was carefully placed in each spot. Itās curls sticking out here and there and it looks almost as if heās radiating, like a messy halo. His eyebrows are a slightly darker shade of blonde than his hair, and aside from strays, itās perfectly aligned. His eyelashes look longer when his eyes are closed, perfectly framing his face. His mouth, slightly open to let out little exhales of air. Those lips that Iāve kissed so many times, now slightly paler than usual but ever so soft. His cheek show signs of being touched by a hand made of fire and it creeps up to his forehead, framing his face. I can see just below his left ear, on that jawline I know so well, thereās a narrow scratch about the length of my pinky, most likely from our trip to the forest yesterday. As I go to trace my finger over it, Peeta wakes with a gasp and I recoil. His eyes are clouded with fear and confusion. Although this only lasts for about three seconds before he calms and realizes where he is, it destroys me because itās the same reaction I get every morning when I touch him. Despite the fact that Peeta has improved significantly over the years I still fear he may never go back to feeling completely safe in my presence.
Peeta wipes his face with his hand and lets out a groan and I just stare at him, waiting for the next move. He looks at me and gives a wry smile. He knows. So, carefully he reaches his hands to cup my face and plants a kiss on my forehead. The simplest things make me feel so much better.
āGood morning,ā he says, still cupping my face, looking me in the eyes.
āMorning.ā And as if it were permission he gets out of bed, wearing nothing but his red plaid boxers.
With the sun shining on his back I can see where the fire acted like a frustrated artist and his back a blank canvas that day so many years ago. The scars stretching and stopping all over his back looking almost like spider webs, the uneven coloring, I wonder if my own back looks the same. Underneath that, I can see his muscles push and pull as he stretches towards the sky. I reach for his back to trace the hurt but just then he starts for the bathroom. While scratching his bum, he walks the ten feet to our shower and I can hear the start and fall of water. I follow to brush my teeth but as I reach for the toothpaste I catch a glimpse of Peetaās naked body. Itās nothing Iāve never seen before but it still amazes me how something that was once so weak and defeated now is strong and beautiful.
āLiking the view, are we?ā Peeta says with a sly smile as he makes this pose, putting one hand on his popped hip and the other on his head. He thinks heās so funny.
āMaybe if there was something to look at,ā I snide back. Which is a lie, because he is a lot to take in, but I canāt stand letting him think he won. Plus, that offended face Peeta makes with his mouth wide open and eyes imitating hurt is just so adorable.
He steps in the already steaming water and I finish with my teeth.
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Back in the kitchen, Iām nibbling on a cheese bun Peeta baked last night specifically for this morning when he comes running down the stairs cursing under his breath.
āWhatās wrong?ā I ask as I take a bite from my bread.
āI took too long in the shower and now Iām late for work,ā he huffs out as he stuffs a bun in his mouth and hops around with one shoe on. Peeta owns the only bakery in our little town with about three others helping him. No one would really miss him if he were an hour late, hell, it would be fine if he skipped the day. But Iād miss him.
āKatniss, you know I would love to spend the whole day with you like yesterday, but you also know I have to do this. Just like how you have your bow and Haymitch has his liquor, I have my bread. I need this.ā He looks at my lips before going in for the kiss. It starts off tender and sweet but as I grab him and pull him closer, desperate for his touch, the kiss gets stronger. I climb on top of him, my hands gripping his face and Peetaās on my hips. We sit like this for several minutes, never breaking contact unless to breathe. Peeta moves his kisses to my cheek, up my jaw, and starts to nibble on my ear before he whispers, āNow Iām really late.ā
He gets up, picking me up as he stands and placing me back on my seat. As he starts to walk away I grab his shirt and pull him down for another kiss. He pushes away this time but after he sees the look on my face he goes back in for one last kiss, āYou love me? Real or not real?ā he asks. But without waiting for a reply heās out the door yelling āIāll see you tonight!ā
I stare at the door for a few seconds before whispering āReal.ā
Special thanks to papofglencoeĀ and bashermvranĀ for helping with editing and stuff
Hey everyone! Iām blown away by your response to participate in #alwaysreal. But itās Everlark. So, should I really be surprised? We have the most amazing ship and fandom.
I know there are a lot of questions and a lot of information to be conveyed. I created a second blog just a reference point for information. You can follow or visit everlarkedalwaysreal for all the info.
For week one, submit drabble prompts to me and Iāll be posting all the prompts together tomorrow.
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Week one: Drabble prompts. Submit your prompts and drabbles or tag them with #alwaysreal where theyāll be reblogged. Drabbles are welcome throughout the entire month of May and will be featured on E&A.
Week two: Favorite Fanfic Quotes & Moments. Submit your favorite section or quote of the fanfics that you love. You can also create a post and tag with #alwaysreal. Iāll reblog it.
Week three: Fanfic Author & Artist Collaboration. Authors submit a fic for an artist to draw a scene of his or her choosing. Authors and artists will be paired up at random beginning now. Just send an ask with your fic or if youāre an artist wanting to participate.
Week four: Fanfic Favorites. Letās give recognition to the authors and fics that have made our fandom amazing with a series of polls Iāll be posting this week.