If you ever feel like updating, please do and let me know! Thanks again, hayffie forever < 3 and merry Christmas and happy holidays That’s so kind, thank you! I wish I had the time to maintain this blog because I had so many big ideas for it. I particularly wanted to be able to archive a lot of the fanfiction that gets posted on tumblr but doesn’t get posted on FF. AO3. Then he watched her for a long time, her coloured, chattering lips, the golden shining wig, her awful clothes, and again and again her eyes. He watches as her perfectly manicured fingernails clutch a clipboard that probably holds a meticulously organized check list of some sort. He watches as she tucks a rare, stray strand of hair behind her ear. Peeta And Katniss Fanfiction Lemons 1. Mellark Mockingjay Post Mockingjay That MJ. I just read a fanfic that made me. Haymitch watched on from where he had plopped himself on a couch, disgust written clearly on his face. Living in District Twelve, his surroundings were always a perpetual grey. The only time he really caught a glimpse of the fertile color was on the outside of the electrical fence—but even the forest had a hoary tinge to it—or when it was Effie’s latest obsession. Her greens, however, were unnatural, blinding, and ugly. Twist in Love: Katniss/Peeta Fanfic. This is a Katniss/Peeta story that takes place during Mockingjay. Peeta And Katniss Pregnant Fanfic Lemons dvd. Potential Lemons; Eventual Smut. Effie will be with you Katniss and I'll be with Peeta.'. Mockingjay - Part 2: Katniss visits Peeta Scene. Underage; Gale Hawthorne/Peeta Mellark; Gale Hawthorne/Peeta Mellark/Katniss Everdeen; Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark; Katniss Everdeen/Gale Hawthorne. FIC: 'Hostage' (Peeta/Katniss, Rated R) Title. Word Count: ~1,300 Warnings: Spoilers for Mockingjay. Her green was nothing like the fresh, spirited color he’d heard so much about. Even in his Games, the bright green of the tropical landscape had been artificial and too surreal to be a true interpretation. I think you shoul write a fanfic. Part TwoAfter Peeta and Katniss got off the floor Katniss made her way to the. He extends a hand to get the offensive assault away from his face. It’s soft, and warm, and. It’s right before the games, when the fear in the tributes eyes is mirrored in his memories. The first time he brought his knife- a slight fit of rage lead him to her bedroom. When he saw her in bed, all stripped clean of her Capitol facade, her eyes puffy from crying herself to sleep, he knew it was no different for her. Slumping down next to her bed, he held his head in his hands listening to her breathe. He stayed until the first light found its way through the heavy curtains. Many people are talking about it, but I want YOUR opinion. That’s the very reason why I’m not quite ready to unveil this tumblr to the Hayffie tag. I was methodically going through each source of Hayffie fanfiction, and had been saving Fanfiction. Net for last when I suddenly got super busy. Obviously I can’t call this a proper Hayffie fanfiction archive not having read some of the most popular and longest fanfics in the Hayffie shipdom. And in awe of the authors for their dedication and their talent. And honestly, I can’t wait until I have the time to read them. No doubt I’ll be entering them into the archive here. He’s sober and full of hatred for the Capitol and there she is, a product of everything he despises. It’s the first time that they kiss and his hands grip her just a little too tight, his teeth draw blood and his kisses leave marks on her soft skin. When she leads him to his bedroom, he tears the wig from her head and uses his shirt to wipe the make- up from her face. The night he leaves, he he rigs the electricity on their floor. She is standing in front of her mirror in the bathroom after taking off her Capitol mask of make- up and fake hair when all goes dark. During the day she goes off to the big hall to mingle and charm the sponsors. He never gets up from the couch in their penthouse, his glass in hand - she blames it on his laziness, his bitterness, his hopelessness. When she watches with him he never seems to pay attention - he dozes off or rather passes out. He hasn’t bothered to lock the door to his room. It’s as if he just doesn’t care who sees him like this, sprawled on the reclining couch, his face half pressed into a plump red cushion.
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