Peeta Katniss Height Lemon Fanfiction InuyashaThese guests will be providing an outside perspective on the OTW or aspects of fandom where our projects may have a presence. The posts express each author's personal views and do not necessarily reflect the views of the OTW or constitute OTW policy. We welcome suggestions from fans for future guest posts, which can be left as a comment here or by contacting us directly. Emotion (Katniss Everdeen x Reader) by Black. Fang- 1. 24 on Deviant. Art. Not lipstick stained pink, sky blue like fake tears, sunlight hues were little minor things I adored. People should be the same, I thought. The things that were not like the too sweet roses that grandfather grew in his garden that were too white, too strong, and had a faint scent of iron. I would never say anything, I adored him and was somewhat a spoiled little thing, not a brat, but spoiled. My mother was grandfather's only daughter, and although I had many cousins, I was the only girl and the youngest. So I was doted heavily upon, and on my birthday I wore a silver crown laced with sterling diamonds and a verdant green dress that was woven out of heavy silks that swirled around my ankles. Gardening was one of the few things I was particularly fond of, because I really didn't like the socials, because being cooed over is a lot different from being doted on, and half the reason they were even nice to me was so they could gain favor with Grandfather. I didn't like everything about those socials, from the people with their too pale, powder dusted complexions, exaggerated features, and fake eyes. I was almost sixteen now, and since I was eight, had managed to avoid those social events as much as possible, only attending the few obligated ones because I held an everlasting interest in the districts outside of the Capitol. The books didn't tell me much, and I couldn't learn much without them, just the same things over and over again in class that I mostly believed, but didn't really. Not like I was called Elisabet, I went by the not Capitol ish name . Sometimes he would allow me to create beautiful flowers in the labs, I just made pretty ethereal flowers, never anything like the plants in his greenhouse that were strange in a prickly sort of way. The wind would hum through the leaves, their petals dancing in the morning sun, catching moonlight like elusive lanterns. There is no other way to describe it than 'Booooooooks beautiful books' *slowly strokes pile of books* . Marshall Lee X Prince Gumball by. Fic: have heart, my dear. It isn’t something she’s talked about with Peeta, but Katniss has always held. Cali's fanfiction recommendations; Flexible. Since, never never never did I ever meet other children my age, because I was privately tutored by the brightest minds, who taught me about politics and such, but very basic things. Grandpa as I fondly called him, was much too nice to tell me anything else, and I was too much of a wallflower, a term I had learned from a book, to really delve into the world of the Capitol yet. I hadn't grasped what emotion really was, as immature as it was. You could put many names to many things, but not really understand it. Love was one of those things, I hadn't had any friends. I had my cousins whom somehow made me laugh at those all fake socials. Maybe it was that Edward had subtly shot daggers at the boy who had offered me a dance, and quickly pulled me away,somehow the next time I had saw the boy, I had greeted him, but he had only paled and stuttered some excuse or another. I blamed my cousins for it, the overprotective ones, but I suppose it was all well, as the boy had turned out to be rather uncouth and unintelligent. I had my parents whom kissed me on the forehead in the morning. Mother who used to sing to me when I was young, indistinguishable arias unlike any music I had ever heard in the Capitol. Her voice was beautiful, mine was alright I suppose, it was rougher and coarser, and I enjoyed listening to Mother more, as did Grandfather. Though when Mother had passed, something inside of Grandfather had broke, he wasn't quite the same. Father was still as loving as ever on those days that he was free from work, we would spend time studying rare plants from the outer districts. I was never allowed to leave the Capitol at Father and Grandpa's orders. I had my Grandpa, whom loved and adored me, and treated me as if I was some precious thing, like crystal, that could be so easily broken, though it wasn't as if I were to discourage it. He called me darling and sweetheart and gave me the most beautiful things in the world, unimaginable. A music box made entirely of diamond and other precious jewels, singing songs like moonlight, a dress that looked like a blue lily and was fragrant like a midsummer day in the gardens, so many things that I was grateful for, and loved. The Archive of Our Own is a project of the Organization for. Cato and Katniss Part 2. Part TwoAfter Peeta and Katniss got off the floor Katniss made her way to the. Indivisible Finnick Fanfiction. F YEAH, SURVEYS I do too many of. Peeta/Katniss (THG) 7. That was familial love though and I had never known romantic love or the love of a friend. Every year, as I had wheedled my Grandpa to allow me to see the tributes, he had initially discouraged it saying they were savage people, but reluctantly allowed me, I wandered through speaking to a few. Hated me for being Capitol trash as they said, though initially I didn't understand, I was more hurt than hateful. The victors, some were kind, I never said my name, only being a Capitol girl who much too ditzy and naive for her own good, much too curious. Some of them hated me, many did, because I was Capitol, but there were a few that were quite kind to me, and they never accepted my gifts, I could see their small prides, but it was admirable. I never really had that pride in the Capitol, most of us were terrifying in our ways of bright colors and cut faces and arms, and fake eyes and lips. I was a bit blind as well, I saw the horrors of the Games through a holographic screen, not really understanding it was real, but I saw all these people going to their death. This is the sequel book to 'Sam Pottorff/O2L fanfiction dirty' I hope you enjoy. If you haven't please read the first. Title: 25wefwefwef, Author: 23bigbob1, Name: 25wefwefwef, Length: 131 pages, Published: 2016-04-25T00:00:00.000Z. Some of whom, I thought were nice even if they were cruel to my face, it was in their private actions to each other. On the screen, I saw not the savage tributes Grandpa described them to be, but people who fought for their life out of desperation. It struck me as so morbidly strong and brave, I couldn't help but admire them, but be terrified of them as well. I hated red, it stained everything and was impossible to rid off as the stench of iron. So something in me sparked when I had seen the older girl, she was only a few months older than me I supposed, but she was an impossible one to figure. Volunteering for her sister from District 1. Her name I faintly remembered was Katniss Everdeen, and though she was lean and thin, I was much more lithe, very small and short. People often mistook me for much younger than I was, at least by a few years. Her face was bare of makeup, besides for a bit of eyeliner along the eyes and the lightest touch of strawberry pink on her lips. I watched as she was set on fire and the flames illuminated her expression, enigmatic and I didn't really understand. She was angry but for a moment that anger was drowned in the fervor of the Capitol. All I could hear as I watched a balcony obscured from view, was the sound of roaring emotion and the sparks of something I didn't really understand yet. Katniss Everdeen's eyes burned with the same flame that lit her on fire and I was left with deeply intrigued and with a lingering impression of her.
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