I hope you are all enjoying the countdown so far and they you’ve discovered new authors/stories. As I list only one story from each author, please remember that each author has more amazing stories you should check out. Me choosing one story doesn’t do these authors justice. Please remember that the authors are in no particular order. Please share and reblog!
Summary: Peeta and Katniss take a chance they missed in high school, changing
life paths and testing family loyalties. “No son, it’s a family
business. And blue means loyalty, family loyalty. It means obligation.
It means duty. Values we Everdeens and Hawthornes hold high.”
Why I chose this fic: I love how Katniss follows her heart in the story, despite her father’s wishes. Their forbidden romance makes for some sexy times. Jackie left it off on a cliffhanger, and recently posted the last chapter!
Warning/Trigger: drug use, loss of virginity, mentions minor character death
Summary: Katniss struggles to fill a void in the wake of tragedy.
Why I chose this fic: I decided on Stricken because of Peeta in this story. Although I don’t agree with Katniss’ reaction, I know that people deal with losses in different ways and I can’t help but sympathize with her. And I love Peeta in this one-shot. Despite what Katniss takes away from him, he is still aware of what happened to her and is there to comfort her.
was running down Thirteen’s corridors and people were giving him weird
looks. He supposed they weren’t used to seeing a guy running in his
underwear at two A.M. like he was being chased by the devil.
First I get a glimpse of the blond braid down her back. Then, as she yanks off her coat to cover a wailing child, I notice the duck tail formed by her untucked shirt. I have the same reaction I did the day Effie Trinket called her name at the reaping. At least, I must go limp, because I find myself at the base of the flagpole, unable to account for the last few seconds. Then I am pushing through the crowd, just as I did before. Trying to shout her name above the roar. I’m almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name.
And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off.
“It’s a saying from thousands of years ago, written in a language called Latin about a place called Rome,” he explains.“Panem et Circenses translates into ‘Bread and Circuses.’ The writer was saying that in return for full bellies and entertainment, his people had given up their political responsibilities and therefore their power." I think about the Capitol. The excess of food. And the ultimate entertainment. The Hunger Games. "So that’s what the districts are for. To provide the bread and circuses." "Yes. And as long as that kept rolling in, the Capitol could control its little empire.”
“He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that’s no good, no good at all… So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.” (CF)
“ ‘Leave me,’ he whispers. ‘I can’t hang on.’
‘Yes. You can!’ I tell him.
Peeta shakes his head. ‘I’m losing it. I’ll go mad. Like them.’
Like the mutts. Like a rabid beast bent on ripping my throat out. And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him…It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth.” (MJ)