Based on this post, here’s a sneak peak of The Shaft, a fictional medical drama set in District Twelve that consumes Haymitch and Katniss. @mollywog @triassictriserratops this is both y’all’s fault
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[ Scene opens on establishing shot of small brick building, stained black with coal dust. A sign reads DISTRICT TWELVE MINERS' GENERAL HOSPITAL.]
"Haymitch, what the hell is this?" I ask, but he just shushes me. I groan. It's been ten years since the end of the war, and now that the Hunger Games are over, tv has turned into mostly optional, mostly dumb shows about things that don't really matter. A legal warning flashes on screen.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
"Well I was gonna say. Is this that thing that Plutarch wanted us to sign off on?" There was a District Twelve miners' hospital, abandoned for years while I was a kid. Now it's mostly restored, but we still airlift most trauma cases to Thirteen or Three.
"Would you be quiet? Please. I'm trying to watch, sweetheart."
I roll my eyes and watch as the show changes to the inside of a locker room. A girl, round about my age, with olive skin and black hair, and big grey eyes that have to be fake, is changing into a pair of dark blue scrubs. She takes a second to breathe and the text at the bottom says 6:54 am, then she pushes the door open.
The scene cuts again to a round desk in a middle of a big room, filled with machines beeping, a flurry of people in different colored scrubs, some in white coats and some wearing cardigans, all running around, caring for people in gurneys screaming. An older lady, about my mom's age, is talking to middle aged doctor. Both apparently Seam.
“Got two new doctors today, one fresh out of med school, one in residency. Both local kids. Dr. Florian Graves is your resident, and Dr Anthracine Caldwell is the fresher. Which one you stickin' with Clearwater?"
The man scrubs his face. "None of 'em. Neither."
"Oh come on, Nash, you cain't punish her forever."
"Ain't a punishment! Who said I was punishing her? Naw, I just don't think she needs to be teaching right now, not after. It's alright. I'll take them. Thank you Sadie."
Sadie sighs, looks back to her computer, then looks up. "There's your fresher, I bet."
"Hi." The young woman says. "I didn't, should we have met at an office or something? I didn't see…" she trails off. She looks terrified. The man, Nash, walks over to her with a stack of charts.
"No, ain't no time for that. Come on, let's get your feet wet, Dr Caldwell."
"Anthci, please." The two start walking together and for the first time, how small Anthci is compared to everyone around her is shown. Dr Nash is head and shoulders above her.
"Antsy? You really want us to call you Antsy?"
"Anth-ci. With a th." Anthci sniffs.
Dr Nash nods. "Sure, whatever. We're just about to do rounds, have everyone from night shift switch off. Stick close to me for now, we have some attending doctors comin in a bit later, round abouts nine or so."
A golden haired man comes streaming by in a white lab coat.
"Dr Graves, I presume? How good of ya to join us. Welcome to the Shaft."
"Sorry I'm running a bit late this morning. Did you call this the Shaft?"
Dr Nash laughs. "Yeah, boy. Minin' term. Dimly lit, long hallways, poor ventilation. And if you stay here, you're bound to get shafted eventually. Hop to, Townie."
I don't want to be drawn in, but I'm captured by it immediately. "They did their research."
"Yeah, on some of it. This part they did good anyway." Haymitch whispers.
"Names are a bit stupid. Hers especially."
"Yeah, well. They're Capitol, sweetheart. Course they gave her a coal name."
"But they didn't have to name her literally coal."
"Sh!"
"You know, I went to school here too. I toured the mines." Dr Graves says.
"Duddn't hold a candle to workin' in em. Or pullin' people outta them. Mines for you is a school field trip. Ain't your life. It's just the set dressin'."
The camera pans back to Anthci, with a pensive look on her face. "Did you work in the mines, Dr Nash?"
"I did, as a medic, before we were allowed to test out of the District and go to medical school. Back when most of what we treated people with were herbs and ripped bedsheets. Y’all don't know how lucky y’all are."
"Lucky? In District Twelve? I know you're lyin'". Florian quips.
"Are they suggesting the bombing still happened?"
"Are you gonna interrupt every five seconds?" Haymitch groans.
I roll my eyes, but shut my mouth and keep watching.
The next scene is a small group of people in a huddle around Nash. Some obviously ethnically Twelve, but some hail from other districts. One, a very tall woman with lavender hair and nice clothes, presumably Capitol, has the look of rage barely brewing beneath the surface.
"Alright, fairly normal day so far, but don't nobody rest easy. We are a trauma center in a rural area still not totally used to routine medical care. That means y'all're gonna see people who should've come in a lot sooner than they did, having exhausted all the answers they could think of. These people do not have medical knowledge, and they are no strangers to desperation. They ain't gonna always make the smartest decisions, to y’all, but it made sense to them at the time. Do not make them feel stupid, or next time they'll die on their couch. Do not underestimate pain. Just because they say they're fine, it don't mean that they are. A lot of the people who grew up here have chronic health conditions that would've been unsurvivable only a few short years ago. Managing long term conditions is a luxury these people never had before the Revolution. We also, thanks to a certain few people that played a part in said revolution-
My cheeks burn.
-Have a bustling tourist industry. Tourists are not responsible. This is a new freedom not many know how to handle. You're gonna get a lot of shit thrown your way but you do not have the luxury of faltering. You need to stay calm. Remember your training. If you need help, ask. No one needs a hero. They need a medical professional."
The camera pans back to Anthci as she breathes it all in, her terror turning into quiet determination. She can do this. The group starts rounds
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Am I kickstarting this week? It's the 21st here and if I don't do it now I will forget so... Here you go!
Theme 1 of Hayffie week is Forced Proximity so here have a snow storm in 12 post war book!verse.
A Bubble In Time
Effie had had a lot of preconceived notions about what living in Twelve with Haymitch would be like.
She had expected it to be difficult on a good day and properly awful on bad ones. She had thirteen years of experience sharing a penthouse, after all. The couple of months they had shared a room and then her apartment after the war somehow didn’t seem to count. She had only been half there in her mind and Haymitch had been walking on eggshells, desperate to take care of her in any way he could to assuage his guilt about what had happened to her during the war.
Or at least that was what she had thought.
She had run to Twelve because she had been out of options. Out of air, really. The only alternative she had been able to see at the time was of the more permanent nature and the thought of actually hurting herself had been tempting enough that it had properly scared her. She had jumped on a train and she had never looked back.
What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children?
How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter?
How many years apart between them in age?
Your headcanon for their name?
Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent?
Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic.
Thank you :)
@curiousthg
✨️Oh god! I love this question, thank you so much! ✨️
My favorite headcannon is that the first daughter is very desired by both of them. And they take a long time because they want it so much. They want it to be perfect and at the right time. Pregnancy and postpartum hits Katniss very hard, it's very difficult for her. But after the baby grows a few months she starts to really enjoy being a mother. Willow is such a sweet and smart baby. Fill their house with her cries, then her laughter, then her heavy footsteps, then her questions, then her singing voice. It fills their home with life and happiness that they haven't seen in many years. Peeta and Katniss are able to enjoy life more after she is born, and they fall in love again. The first daughter makes them want a second baby (something that wasn't in the plans).
By my count, Katniss gave birth at 32 years of age, 15 years after the war. And her second child she has at 35 years old. So Rye and Willow are about 2.5 years apart.
About names... Rye and Willow! It's a name that has been circulating in the fandom for a few years and I really love it.
Rye is Peeta's deceased brother, but not only that. It's the name of a food and besides food, the other thing that keeps K&P alive is everyone they lost in the past. Rye is a tribute to those who couldn't get here. And also because when the boy is born, Peeta finds him very similar to his middle brother. A little boy makes Peeta very emotional about missing his brothers.
Willow is for the tree in the lullaby. It's a safe and happy place. Katniss decides on this name after she discovers is a girl. It's a tribute to the little girls in her life who didn't have the chance to become women. It is also a tribute to Katniss's mothers and father who named their daughters after plants, she wants to maintain the family tradition.
About who gets the talents! They both sing a lot, Katniss sang to them all the time when they were young, so they both have a love for music and they both sing. . But Wiilow has Peeta's charisma and loves being the center of attention, while Rye is very shy and only sings when he is alone. So is Willow who always clears her throat and starts singing loudly whenever she has the opportunity. She has a much more powerful voice than Katniss, sings with vigor, and has a deep voice. She's very good at that. In addition to singing, she also writes music. She starts creating rhymes about Rye, making fun of him and singing all day to make him mad. Then when she gets older, she starts to write about all her romantic disappointments. And I believe, she breaks your heart so often that her parents start to worry.
Now Peeta's artistic talents go to Rye. Rye, being a 14 year old boy, loves to say that he is actually a hunter, not an artist. But all of Rye's arches are carved with designs he made. He loves drawing and carving in wood and when he is a teenager his fingers are all injured from the amount he cuts himself doing so. He doesn't draw much on paper, but he's always creating something. Or making bread in the shape of animals. And Peeta is extremely proud about it. He wasn't able to explore his artistic talents at Rye's age, so he does what's best so the boy can. He gives him expensive art supplies for his birthday and always hangs Rye's sculptures on the wall. He's the slobberiest dad ever.
I could talk about toast babies all day.
Instead of talking about my favorite fanfics, I'm going to talk about the post-MJ fanfic I'm writing.
The fanfic is about Willow studying to be an army nurse like Prim was. The world is different now, there are no more wars, but it still makes Kantiss very nervous about the idea. So there's a lot of mother-daughter drama. Willow is very angry and rebellious and Rye is very shy and attached to his parents. It's about the Mellark family dealing with generational trauma and Peeta and Katniss trying to help their children understand the world. And how difficult it is to explain to those children who were raised with a lot of love that there is a lot of hunger and a lot of evil out there. And also about parents who have to let their children grow and mature. It's about love, it's a famfic about family.
Well, it was a very long text, but I'm very happy with this question!
CONTENT WARNING: non-graphic mention of sexual violence.
i hope y'all enjoy this chapter. it's one that's meant so much to me to write.
also, if you haven't checked out thgcommentfeast yet, stories are now ready to view! i've read a ton of them so far, and i've found some of my new favorite fics set within catching fire. so if you enjoy stories set between the 74th and 75th hunger games, this is your opportunity to show some amazing fic writers some love :)
my one-shot submission, Dusk, is up as well if you want to check it out. it's my first Peeta's POV, and, as it is canon compliant, it can be read as part of the Us Among the Living universe. i hope y'all enjoy <3
This depends on your interpretation of Coin's nature what kind of autocrat was Coin? But when Katniss killed Coin in canon did she manage to kill the idea of a totalitarian Panem in the style of 13? What are the odds that someday Coin's ideas will inspire anti democratic movements in Panem?
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“Come get your man, nothing’s wrong, he just misses you.”
‘Bout a week or two ago, I saw a post that said this quote was Peeta coded, and I could not agree more. So I decided to write a one shot using it as a prompt. Post-mockingjay, canon compliant, in Katniss’ POV. Lots of silly dialogue and some nice fluff. I hope you enjoy <3
My eyes open to trilling from the downstairs phone. It takes me a moment to fully rise to consciousness after the night of terrors, staring, and restlessness that ensued last night. I am trying to be strong and supportive, so I willingly and graciously dropped Peeta off at the train station two days ago to go see Johanna and Annie in Four. However, without him here I am already crumbling.
Buttercup’s meow breaks me from my train of thought, and reminds me that the phone has continued to ring. It shouldn’t be Peeta, he’s supposed to call after dinner. Maybe he just wants to check in early. At that thought, my heart starts to thump louder in my chest- what if something is wrong?
I can’t take losing Peeta. I really can’t even take the thought. He has almost been taken away from me too many times, and the thought of losing him now, after the war is over, after we have settled into a new life, puts the biggest lump in my throat. I can’t even swallow and water starts to well in my eyes. I have to hope that everything is okay, I have no choice.
“I’m going, you stupid cat.” I swing my legs off the bed, and it takes the desperation of hoping to hear Peeta’s voice this morning to get my lead limbs out of bed. I stumble down the stairs as the phone stops ringing and begins again. If it is him, he’s probably getting worried.
When I finally pick up the phone, I jump when I realize it is not Peeta on the other end, but Johanna.
“Hell-”
“God damn! Finally, Brainless!” She yells to someone in the room, presumably Peeta or Annie. “She answered, she lives to see another day, Bread Boy.”
“I didn’t mean to worry anyone, I just couldn’t get out of bed and I wasn’t expecting Peeta to call until tonight.”
Johanna lets out a loud “Ha!” in response. “Yeah, we actually need to talk about him. I’m sending him back on the next train, and you need to come get your man.”
Heat rises to my cheeks as I process the insinuation of Peeta somehow belonging to me.
He does, but no one else is supposed to know that.
But before I can get stuck on the thoughts of others knowing about our relationship, I get worried. What has happened? Is he having flashbacks and Johanna can’t control him? Is it safe for him to go on a train by himself?
“Wait, Jo, is everything okay? Is he-”
“He ‘s completely fine, dummy. Nothing’s wrong, he just misses you too much. It’s starting to make me fucking sick. He screams all night because he thinks you’re dead, then he’s mopey and tired and doesn’t want to have any fun. He just sits with Finn on the beach all day and Annie and I don’t know what to do with him. You need to figure something out, because I want to hang out with fun Peeta. Peeta-without-Katniss is kind of the worst creation. You know, apart from killer Peeta.”
I hear Annie begin to yell from the other side of the phone.
“I’m sorry, am I not allowed to acknowledge all the complex parts of my friend?”
“Jo, can he talk? Put him on the phone.”
And once again, Jo starts yelling. “Bread boy! Come talk to Brainless! She wants to yell at you for being a stick in the mud!” She’s really good at this whole “cheering up” thing. Mostly. If verbal abuse cheers you up.
Her voice fades further away, and Peeta picks up.
“Hi, Katniss.” He honestly sounds pitiful. His normal playful, charming tone is replaced by one far more melancholy.
I put on my best cheerful voice, just like my mother did for my father after long days at the mines. “Hi, honey. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I’m sorry Jo called you. I don’t have to come back early, it’s okay. I’m just really tired, that's all. I think I just needed to hear your voice.”
“Are you sure? You can-” I’m interrupted by a frustrated groan that sounds like Johanna.
“He’s not fine! He’s about to cry over here!” I hear Annie once again somewhere in the room- “Jo, can you give them some space please! You’re embarrassing them both. Go outside with Finn.”
Silence. I’m not usually the one who breaks it, but I think it’s my turn.
“Peeta-”
The words come frantically tumbling out of him.
“I’m sorry, I’m trying really hard! I’m trying to be strong, and have fun with my friends, and let you have some space, but I just miss you so damn much. I really can’t handle you not being here, it takes me so long to convince myself that you’re alive in Twelve when I wake up and then I’m just exhausted and-”
“Peeta!” I interrupt him, and he sniffles.
“Take a breath. It’s okay.” I take my own deep breath. “I miss you too. I was trying to be strong too,” I start to laugh, “but it’s awful if I’m honest.”
He chuckles a bit too. “Can I come home, Katniss?”
“Of course you can. We’ll try this another time, okay?”
“Thank god. I’ll be home soon.”
“I’ll be at the station waiting.”
“You better be.”
“I’ll see you soon, Peeta.”
Johanna is yelling- again.
“Don’t worry, Brainless! I’ll get him to the train in one piece!”
“She better, or I’ll put an arrow in her eyeball.” I mutter.
Peeta actually laughs, and for the first time on this phone call he sounds like himself.
Keeping track of time reminds me too much of District 13, and I’m too excited to sit around at the house anymore.
Haymitch said my pacing in the front yard was disturbing the stupid geese.
So instead of pacing at home, I pace at the train station. I sit in the grass and pick at the blades. I walk up and down the platform, seeing the supply trains bring in goods for our new community. I listen to the announcement from Paylor about traveling safely between Districts. I feel numerous pairs of eyes on me, all of them probably think the Mockingjay is fully out of her mind, but I don’t care. I don’t owe them anything anymore. The least that they can do is let me wait for Peeta in peace. Which is why no one stops me, or tells me to go home. Though I am told later that Haymitch got a few phone calls about “collecting” me.
Just like Panem clockwork, I hear the next train whistle right as the platform clock reads 3:00. Peeta is on that train. I will see him as soon as the doors open.
I stand as close to the edge of the platform that the rules will allow, and wait for it to stop. My heart is pounding, I feel like it might jump out of my throat and splat on the concrete at any moment. Before I know it, the train has stopped, and the door in front of me opens, but only a few people step out. And none of them are the blonde haired blue eyed boy I’m looking for.
The already intense feeling of puking up my own heart intensifies even further. Where is he? Did something happen on the train? Was the ride too much for him to handle after two days of nightmares?
I frantically look around the platform. He has to be here.
“Katniss!” That’s him.
I turn to my right, where his call came from, and there he is- my favorite blonde boy in a blue ¾ zip jacket Portia gave him long ago. His eyes are tired, and his shoulders droopy, but his smile takes up his whole face, and brings one to mine too.
Without even realizing it, I am running, and he is still with his bag on the ground beside him, waiting for me with his arms open.
When I finally reach him, I throw my arms around his shoulders and fling myself into him.
He catches me, and lifts me into the air just like he did when we reunited for the first time after the first games. Except this time, it is flawless, real, and he is perfectly balanced on his prosthetic.
One strong arm wraps around my waist, and the other cups under my butt to hold me in the air as I wrap my legs around him. No one else exists in this world, just me and him as we breathe each other in and hold so tight I think our skin might start to mold together. As I nuzzle my nose into the crook of his neck, smelling that familiar cinnamon and dill that is all Peeta and only Peeta, he groans.
“God, I missed you so much.” he whispers in my ear.
“I missed you too.”
He moves one hand to pull me back, hold my face, and look at me. I can’t help but laugh a little when he looks at me like he hasn’t seen me in years, like he is in awe of every crevice of my face.
He starts to laugh too. “What? I’m not allowed to admire you?”
“You are. For now.”
“I’ll take every second I can get, Katniss.”
His words bring a familiar tingle through my limbs, and butterflies race through my belly. I want to kiss him so badly, so I do.
His lips are warm and sweet. He probably had warm milk with spices and honey on the train- a drink of my creation from the Games that still comforts him when things get overwhelming. The caress of his lips is so gentle- the movement says “I missed you” over and over without the actual words.
He lowers me back to the ground gently and pulls slightly back, but I hold his forehead to mine.
“I’m so glad you’re home, Peeta.”
“You’re not mad at me for being too weak to be away from you?”
I pull back and stare at him with furrowed brows.
“What? Absolutely not. You are the strongest person I know. We’ve been through multiple fights to the death and a war, Peeta. I think you’re allowed to get nervous when you go away from home.” He laughs at my signature scowl, and brushes hair from my face.
“I guess you have a point.”
“You just love me a little too much, it’s okay though.”
Peeta scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Oh, now I don’t know about that…”
“That’s not what you were saying a few days ago, Bread Boy.”
“I think I remember that conversation a bit differently than you, sweetheart.”
I stand on my tiptoes to challenge him face to face.
“Watch it, Mellark, before I send you back to Johanna without a second thought.”
Peeta gasps dramatically and grabs my waist. “You wouldn’t!”
“If you think I wouldn't, you don’t know me as well as you claim you do.”
“I promise I’ll be good, just don’t send me away again.” He pulls me closer, trying to break me of my facade. For him, I concede all too quickly.
“Fine. But I was told to come get my man, and I would like to bring him home now.”
“If you keep calling me your man you can bring me home anytime you feel like it.”
I roll my eyes and start to walk away from the platform.
“Shut up, Peeta.”
He takes my hand as we start up the hill towards the Victors Village- toward home.
