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Miles Behind Us , an AU where Sophia gets to grow up ❤️‍🩹

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Thank you for the ask!

So, this is the final part to my Hunger Games/Caryl Crossover

"As a reminder that the power of the Capitol extends over everyone, this year the tributes will be reaped from all citizens regardless of age. There will be no volunteers."

So this trilogy is based on the idea that the rebellion never happened, the victors weren't sent back into the arena, and the games carried on as normal. Carol is a previous winner, and the above is the rule for the 100th games (4th Quarter Quell)

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

And this is an extract from part 3 :)

Time had caught up, and tomorrow the Games would begin.

It had been a year since they’d first sought solace in each other’s arms, raw and desperate, two wounded souls finding shelter from a storm. He remembered it as if it had happened only yesterday— how he’d finally let himself break, every wall he'd built shattering all at once. How she'd pulled him close, leading him out of his own wreckage. How he’d begged her to stay afterward, afraid that if she left, he'd crumble for good. In a world that had stolen everything, she’d been a rare, brief moment of peace.

Her fingers found him now, soft but certain. They traced the sharp line of his jaw, then glided down the hollow of his throat. She moved slowly, like she was learning him all over again — collarbone, chest, stomach — each touch feather-light but steady. His breath hitched as her touch fluttered over his abdomen, heat pooling in his belly.

He slowly turned toward her, like anything sudden might shatter them both. Her eyes met his, raw and glistening, the tears gathering faster than she could wipe them away.

“Hey,” he said softly, rolling onto his side. He reached up, his palm cradling her cheek with a gentleness born of too much hurt. His thumb brushed across her cheekbone, slow and steady, his heart aching at her tears. “One day at a time, remember?”

The Vest, written by @the-space-between1013 is posted on 9Lives. Summary: Daryl's trying to find his vest. He finds it all right, on Carol. 

I have perused the index and I couldn't find this one, so not sure if I'm too late to submit, but I have to try for Umbra by mizdiz on Ao3. Sorry if you did rec it and I missed it. This is such a unique tale featuring exquisite elements of magic realism, so beautifully told. Captivating, stunning and heartwarming. And hilarious. Carol and Daryl are from very different worlds, but they meet, as if by fate, in a magic room in a Victorian house owned by Dale Horvath.

The banter between Caryl is glorious, especially given their different life experiences, eg:

Carol’s puzzlement turned to excitement when she realized he was pulling out his phone.

“You’re going to use your google?"

“I myself have never engaged in amorous congress”—Daryl mouthed the words “amorous congress” to himself.

"Somehow you talkin’ all polite is makin’ this so much worse.”

"Okay, no, go back to callin’ it amorous whatever the fuck. Sayin’ it outright ain’t better, I was wrong."

They are both so utterly precious, and it's such an emotionally vibrant, vivid journey, that I cannot recommend it enough.

Summary:

In the old Victorian house, in the room controlled by the moon, Daryl meets a woman who swears she isn't a ghost.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25946395?view_full_work=true