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The Right One

Well this is something I thought I would never do, write my own fic but here it is. Trust me, it’s a lot harder than you think and without the help of 3 special people, I don’t think I could have done it alone.

Firstly, I need to thank @thegirlfromoverthepond for her understanding and friendship. You are truly one lovely human being.

Secondly, my story would be nothing without my mentor and beta @finnicko-loves-anniec. Thank you for your patience and brilliant beta-skills. I really hit the jackpot with you as my mentor.  

And thirdly (and by no means lastly), @drivebyanon. Thank you for your never-ending support and encouragement throughout this whole journey, even when I wanted to give up. You were my very own cheer squad when I needed it the most so I’m dedicating this story to you.

Sorry, there’s no smut here. I’m still in the ‘pre-school’ stage but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

SUMMARY

‘we don’t meet people by accident, they are meant to cross our path for a reason,’ Rubyanne

Peeta didn’t know her name or even if she was real. All he knew is that he had to paint her image and hope that destiny would allow them to one day cross paths.

THE RIGHT ONE

“Well, thank you for applying. I do have a few other applicants to see, and I’ll be in touch if I need more information about your application,” Peeta said to yet another hopeful single young lady wanting to work at his bakery. It was becoming a joke between many of the other store keepers. They all knew why these girls were so interested in working at the bakery with Peeta. Ever since his father passed away almost one year ago, Peeta had been working around the clock to keep the bakery going and adding a few of his new ideas to make the bakery even more profitable than it already was. As a wealthy young bachelor, Peeta was finding it hard to find the ‘right one’. Obviously in another vain attempt to seduce Peeta, the young girl shamelessly fluttered her eyelashes and giggled whilst stepping closer, proudly showing off the low neckline of her dress that left nothing to the imagination.

“Thank you Peeta, it was nice to see you again after all this time. I’ll wait for your call. Don’t be a stranger, okay.” No, Peeta would not be calling her.

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Handy visual reference for the different house expansions.

Click the pictures for more info.

  • You have to expand the main room to the fullest (8x8) and get a second floor before you can add other rooms (but in whatever order you like from then on).
  • You also have to have a right and left room before you can purchase another architectural style than the default Mansion from Nook’s Homes.
  • The basement, room in the rear and expanding any rooms beside the main room don’t have an influence on the house exterior!
SSS. Why I Went to the Woods.

Looks like all those writing sprints are starting to pay off. Why I Went to the Woods Ch 5 is almost ready! To celebrate I’ve decided to share a little snippet with you.
(Un-betaed and subject to change) Hope you like it.

“Coming!” Thom grumbles as he rushes down the stairs and into the room at the front of the house.

He reaches the two-way radio just in time to answer the incoming call. “Hello?”

“Hi Thom!” Katniss’s voice crackles though the speakers.

“Hey, Katniss,” he huffs trying to catch his breath, “how are you?”

“I’m fine, Thom, thanks,” she says, sounding anything but fine. “Listen, have you seen Peeta?”

Thom slaps his forehead. Saturday!

“We were supposed to meet today,” Katniss explains, “but he didn’t show up. It’s getting kind of late, and with the snowstorms coming… I just want to know if he’s ok. Have you heard from him?”

Thom sighs, he can’t believe he forgot to call her. She’s going to be furious when she finds out what’s happened.

Bracing himself for what’s to come, he begins, “Listen, Katniss, I’m so sorry. I should have called you sooner, but things have been a bit crazy around here, and… I kind of forgot.” Alright, now on to the hard part. “Peeta’s fine, he just… well, he had a bit of an accident.”

“An accident?” Katniss screeches, “What kind of accident?”

Thom scratches the back of his head. He needs to stay calm, he can’t let Katniss’s anxiety to get to him. “Well, you know how he likes to walk around at night, right?”

“Yeah?” she urges.

“Ok.” Just spit it out, already! “So, a couple of nights ago, he went out on one of his walks. Everything was dark outside and… he stepped on a patch of black ice and fell.”

“He fell?”

“Yeah.” Thom pinches the bridge of his nose, steeling himself for the next part of the conversation. “When he fell, one of the wires in his prosthetic came loose, and he couldn’t stand back up again. He was able to repair it,” he rushes to explain, “but it took him a while.”

“How long was he out there for?”

Even though he knows Katniss can’t see him, Thom flinches as he says, “About an hour?”

“An hour?” Katniss’s voice is so loud it makes the speaker screech. He’s sure he would have heard her even without the two-way radio. “In this weather?”

“Yeah. By the time he got home he was soaked through, and he was shivering something fierce. He took a warm bath, got into bed, and called the doctor the next morning. But it was too late, the fever had already set in.

“The doctor’s been to see him every day, and Haymitch and Sae have been taking turns bringing him medicine and food.

“I was supposed to call you and let you know, but I forgot.” Thom sighs, allowing the stress of the last few days to seep out of him. “Again, Katniss, I’m so sorry. I know the last thing Peeta wanted was for you to worry.”

Katniss’s voice is terse, as if she’s trying to hide her worry. It doesn’t work. “So, he’s fine now, you’re sure?”

“Yes. He’s doing a lot better, he’ll probably have to stay home for a couple more days, but he’ll be up and about in no time. I’m sure he’ll be fully recovered by next Saturday. Is there anything you want me to tell him in the meantime?”

There’s a short pause. The sound of Katniss’s labored breathing fills the small room. “Just, tell him I called,” she finally says, “and that I know what happened. I’ll call you back tomorrow to see how he’s doing. Is that alright?”

“Sure, Katniss, no problem. You can call me anytime. I promise I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“Thanks, Thom. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Thom disconnects the call and lets out a deep breath. Quietly, he walks up to the window and looks out. The storm clouds are gone, the sky is clear. There are still a couple more hours left before nightfall.

A crooked smile settles on his lips, and he chuckles to himself.

See you soon, Katniss, he thinks.

I Believe in You

Still trying to warm up out of that writing/art funk I’ve been in. Ran through a random number generator for the Four Word Prompt ask.

Thom and Solmera, the morning after the defeat of Corypheus.


Solmera felt herself waking up, slowly more and more aware of her surroundings. Heavy covers pulled up to her hip, the air whispered against the skin of her back, cool yet not unpleasant. She heard the sound of breathing and blindly she reached for him, her strong arm snaking around his waist and tugging him to press against her. She heard a soft chuckle as she buried her face in his wild, messy hair. He still smelled a little of sawdust and horses, over that she caught the scent of blackberries and sage, her scent. She made a small pleased sound in her throat.

“Good morning, My lady,” His voice was even gruffer than usual, gritty with sleep.

“Mm. Good morning, kadan,” She smiled sleepily, eyes flickering open as he turned to face her, propping himself up on one elbow.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, eyes warm and soft as he dragged his fingers along her cheek.

“Better than I have in a very, very long time,” She chuckled softly, rolling to lay on her back with a languorous stretch.

“Victory suits you well, My lady,” His hand rested lightly on her stomach, thumb tracing one of the many pale scars that adorned her body.

“Tell me, will you still call me ‘My Lady’ even when I’m no longer the Inquisitor?” She tilted her head a little, her hand resting on top of his.

“I can’t imagine a woman more worthy of the title,” He chuckled softly, turning his hand to hold hers, “You will always be my lady, ‘Mera, no matter what.”

She giggled softly, ignoring the light blush she felt creeping on her cheeks, “Will you ever run out of lovely things to say to me, Thom?” His name still felt a little strange when she said it.

“Only if I run out of lovely things to notice about you,” He paused, a playful grin on his face, “So no, I don’t think I will.”

She laughed, sitting up and rolling her head a little to work the stiffness out of her neck. The fire had mostly burned down, only a few faint coals heating the room. Sunlight shattered against the stained glass windows, adorning the floor with slices of brilliant, jewel-hued light. She shook her hair away from her shoulders, raising her arms above her head as she felt a stretch run up her spine. Behind her, she heard a soft, sharp exhale. She looked at him over her shoulder, a crooked smile on her lips.

“You are stunning, My Lady,” He said, his voice low and rough with something that wasn’t sleep, he sat up, eyes slowly tracing the long curve of her back, “I might be the luckiest man in the world.”

“You are,” She grinned, standing and throwing a nightdress on, one horn through, then the other.

He laughed, she heard him throw the covers off, rounding the bed to stand in front of her, tilting his head a little as he looked up at her with a small smile, “We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we?”

“That’s putting it lightly,” She chuckled, lightly brushing the back of her fingers along his cheek, “it was worth it, you were worth it, kadan.”

“Maybe one day I’ll believe you,” His hand caught hers, placing a soft, almost ticklish kiss on the back of her hand.

“You don’t need to believe me,” She smiled, stepping a little closer to press against him, his chin resting against her chest, just below her collarbone, “you just need to know that I believe in you, just like you believe in me.”

He smiled a little wider, eyes full of bright, liquid warmth. Solmera leaned down a little to press a kiss against his forehead.

“Ahh, what have I done to deserve you, My Lady?” He murmured, arms wrapping gently around her waist.

“It isn’t about deserving, Thom,” She grinned, resting her arms on his shoulders, chin tucked against the top of his head, “I love you, that is a choice I make every single day. I have no regrets about loving you.”

His arms tightened around her and she kissed his hair again.

“I love you, Thom Rainier.”

So I’m doing a reread of Tamora Pierce’s Tortall books for the umpteenth time, and this was the first time I noticed something. On the very first page of The First Adventure, Thom says “I don’t want to be a knight! I want to be a great sorcerer! I want to slay demons and walk with the gods”. Alanna then goes on to become a knight and do both those things in that very book, and the second a number of times through her series while Thom, though he does become a powerful sorcerer, does neither.

wilful weeds

a small gift for @kallielef, for being so unfailingly supportive of this shamelessly self-indulgent venture

(follows perennial, growth, sprigs and sprouts, and legacy)

They’ve both made this journey before, across the gently swelling highlands towards the familiar line of trees in the distance. The smoke from the village nearby rises towards a an ever-stretching sky, but where the path forks they turn left – away from the well-trod road and the thatched roofs dotting the bottom of the steep hill, far below. He hears the running river before they see it, carving a meandering path through the greenery, and it’s with a wearied but pleased sigh that he comes to a stop at the top of the rise overlooking the water.

On the riverbank a small shape startles to attention at their approach, and he catches a burst of fiery red against the brilliant, dappled green of the grass before she turns and bolts – picks up her bare feet and scrambles up the slope at such a pace she’s cleared the top of it before he’s had the chance to so much as open his mouth.

Walking up from behind him, Sera offers a grin. “Beard must’ve scared her off.”

“She’s seen my beard before,” Thom reminds her, perplexed by the sudden departure.

Sera gives a great shrug, before she sets off down the slope, making towards the shallow part of the river to wade across. “She’s a little thing. Little things forget. Memory’s too short, or whatever. Bet you she doesn’t remember me neither.”

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Moving Forward

I keep thinking about the line a romanced Blackwall has in Trespasser. “Is it selfish of me to hope you’ll no longer need to be Inquisitor?”

I picture Blackwall - Thom Rainier, now, even though he’s uncomfortable with the name - thinking of the time he spent with family as he sought forgiveness from his men. Perhaps that’s when he plants that little sprig of hope, wondering if he and the Inquisitor might ever be able to have that life.

Punch after punch, rebuke after rebuke, maybe he keeps thinking of that house. Of that dog. Of having a family with her. It’s something Thom thinks he’ll never deserve, but maybe, just maybe, if he does enough good, makes enough amends, it will be something he can earn.

When she announces that the Inquisition is to be dissolved, Thom takes that sprig of hope and lets it bloom. He pictures their new life together, helping the forgotten and lost, of simply doing good. They won’t have much, but they’ll have each other. He needs nothing else.

But then the Inquisitor takes his hand, and looks at him, as serious as he’s ever seen, and tells him that while the Inquisition might be gone, its spirit remains, and there is still more to be done.

Maybe Thom takes a breath, then, and reminds himself you are who you choose to follow. He made a decision a lifetime ago, when she gave him his freedom, to follow the Inquisitor to the end of the earth. Their future might not be what he hopes, but he will never regret it, not when she’s at his side.

And so they head towards Haven, ready to work.

Together

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