#peeta crushes

[porchwood]

Are you trying to kill me? Between "When the Moon..." (LOVE THE UPDATES, btw, they always make my day), "Threshing Floor," and your little "Something Good" ficlet, I AM DYING OF FEELS. Why must you write Peeta so well and make my damn little heart hurt?

Well, dearest, on the bright side, after this, everything in Peeta Land should be REASONABLY happy for a while. :D (DandelionSunset and I have a gorgeously angsty AU in the wings, but that probably won't come out to play till after Christmas.) Victor!Peeta and Katniss are nesting in "When the Moon" (not in a romantic sense - yet - just settling into a cozy place while the snow falls around them :D), the "Threshing Floor" sequel, if/when it happens, will just be an excuse for 19th century Everlark Christmas fluff, and...okay, "Something Good" stays bittersweet and angsty for a wee while. But it *does* get cute and cozy within the first...erm...five chapters, according to my outline. :D Really. It'll be the fanfic equivalent of this moment:

Thank you so much for all the fic love, especially on "Something Good." That poor Peeta fic got abandoned when "When the Moon" started, but it still occupies a large portion of my heart (and hard drive!). And there are some lovely Everlark bits that I'm hoarding specifically for that fic!

All my Peetas thank you, and add that they can't wait to entertain you again soon... :D

[porchwood]

I'm following you because your fics are sososo wonderful. I really feel like I can *see/feel* everything you are describing. And my super crushes on your Peetas. You also seem like a really sweet person. :)

Why, thank you! :D

My writing style has changed drastically in the last six months (I got scared away from narrative detail back in high school/early college and have had a long slow climb back), and I really appreciate how readers like you have embraced the slower, more sensuous pace of my fics.

Both of my Peetas are blushing at your crushes, by the bye. Dutch!Peeta's slightly more accustomed to the lovelorn glances, but he doesn't have a clue what to do with them. ;D

And I've heard tell that I'm a sweetheart in Real Life, so I try to pull that over into tumblrland. In other words, to be the human equivalent of my daughter-dog. (Or at least, the person I am to her :D)