Summary: “If I ask you to name all the things you love, how long will it take for you to name yourself?” A story on finding hope, forgiveness and love in a world they never imagined they would survive. Post-MJ. Previously
7. Generation War
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth. - Christina
Village seemed different at night.
was a lone street lamp at the front gate leading into the Village. Since the
district was still struggling with electricity, most of it was routed to the
Town Centre and to people’s home. Ensuring that the streets in the district had
enough lights was still work in progress and that solitary lamp casting a dim
glow over the village was something they should all be thankful for.
her, the sky was littered with stars which in a way helped. That night, Effie
wandered out to the porch, a small kerosene lamp in hand.
settled down on the white rattan chair with a blanket wrapped around her
shoulders, staring at the sky.
sleep?” asked a familiar voice, calling from across.
search for him in the dark, bringing the lamp closer to her eyes. “Haymitch?”
Happy birthday wishes for @joan-of-park! To help celebrate your day, @booksrockmyface has written a special Everlark story just for you! We hope you enjoy it :)
Title: The Cook’s Contract
note: Happy birthday! You wanted a class difference
fic and you got it! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Many thanks to
writingbutunpublished for help with the title (and for just being an amazing
friend who lets me ramble on about my story ideas). Attention: smut ahead!
Peeta hosted and attended several dances
and dinners trying to find a wife suitable for his station as the Duke of Mallory.
But none of the women in attendance (usually the same batch every time) were
interesting enough to entice him to even consider courtship, much less
When you’re so obsessed with something like a book or TV show and you love and ship the characters and you love the cast and you know so much about them. Then that feeling when you realise you’re slipping away from the fandom, when you loose interest even though you don’t want to, that feeling after a few months or years looking back in the fandom and missing it because the cast/characters were like your friends and the fandom was amazing and everything about it was great and just wow, you miss it so much.
It’s only now that he’s been corrupted that I can fully appreciate the real Peeta. Even more than I would’ve if he’d died. The kindness, the steadiness, the warmth that had an unexpected heat behind it.