does anyone want to collaborate with me on something for gadge day?? i need someone who does edits/graphics/gifs who would be willing to make something for a story of mine?
Title: A Strange Poetry
Summary: When her parents are executed by Romulus Thread, only one person stands up to save Madge Undersee from the fate The Capitol has condemned her to. Gale/Madge; AU.
Trigger Warnings: Some angst
Progress Status: Complete
Part of the THG universe: Yes
Tags: Teen, gadge, married,
My thoughts/comments: This is such a wonderful story, Alys is a very talented writer and her prose is full of beautiful imagery and emotion. This is such a great concept for a fic and I love how Gale and Madge’s relationship develops over the course of their sudden marriage of convenience.
on wednesday, i will be updating in the ring and, as in the ring only has a few (maybe two or three?) chapters left, I will also posting the first chapter of the gadge fic i will be writing after that!
hooray for gadge fandom!
Gadge Month: Weather
↳Strange Weather by Tom Waits
and he’s the rain that they predicted. the sky is falling all down. and nothing is the matter, for i never cry in town. a love like ours, my dear, is best measured when it’s down.
Thank you so much, my friend!!! That means so much to me. it’s been such a fun story to write, so I’m happy that other people are enjoying it. :) The new chapter should be up tonight, so I hope you like it!
my beating heart belongs to you. i walked for miles ‘til i found you.
and once again, those two sworn enemies-love and death- meet face to face and join hands.
She’s sitting in his overstuffed, threadbare chair by the fire when he opens the door to his flat. And, Merlin, does he wish she wasn’t. He wishes that he never told her that she could come over whenever she needed to escape the rest of the world, as she often felt the need to with the war looming in the ever nearing distance. He wishes that the house were empty, that she wasn’t sitting there, wrapped in the duvet she pulled from his bed, blowing on a cup of tea to cool it as if she had not a care in the world. He wishes she wasn’t in front of the fireplace, the light drawing lush curves across her face; he wishes he didn’t love her more in this moment than he ever has before.
But, she is there. And she does look beautiful and comfortable by the fire. And Remus does love her more in this moment than he ever has before, a love that grows more and more with each painful second that he hesitates in the doorway.
Sirius knew that he couldn’t very well live in the Potters’ house forever. They may be the only family he has, but once he left Hogwarts, he knew that sooner or later, even families can’t protect you from living your own life.
And that’s why he’s here. In a tiny flat on the top floor of some slanted building in Diagon Alley. It’s tucked in between a bustling bakery and an aging junk shop, so the thick air that manages to slip past the uncleaned and dense windows always smells a bit like dust and sugar, a combination that would be altogether sickening if Sirius didn’t associate it with freedom. When he walks in the flat, his flat, for the first time, key in hand and knapsack slung over one shoulder, he breathes in a belly full of that air and knows that even if the floorboards feel like they’re about to collapse under him and the roof above his head might cave in above him, that this is his home now. A place that is his and no one else’s.
OC does not automatically equal Mary-Sue.