Noooo. I didn’t want it to end. Does this story continue anywhere?!

I am a bit sad that I found this story in 2023 and see it not finished. It is a really good story. Oh how I wish you could finish it, but life happens. It is so good.

Dear me.

I just finished a reread of the Hunger Games series. Used to be an avid fanfiction writer but never made it to this page. On a whim searched for “most favorited” excluding OCs and this was the top fic. Regardless of content, subject matter, plot, whatever… your way with words is absolutely magical. I recognize that this first chapter was written over ten years ago, and I’ve no idea if whatever email was tied to this fic is even still active, but I hope dearly that you’ve continued writing—in any capacity whatsoever.

I’m writing this review on mobile so I can’t go back and reference, but there was a line about snow “wreathing” Peeta and that’s when I knew I absolutely had to write this. I can’t express enough how blown away I was by your manipulation of (but, concomitantly, care with) the English language.

Props to you.

Omg this story is so well written! I wish there was more of it

Fantastic read, I stayed up waaaaaay too late binge reading this, multiple nights in a row! I love the fairy tale aspect to it!

Dude this is effing stupid. It's embarrassingly bad.

"I take his face in my small hands and press a kiss between his eyes. "I like this story best of all," I murmur. "It's unfinished, of course, but the ending is so hopeful."

"It's my favorite too," he confides softly. "I've never lived a fairy tale before and yet here I am, on the fringe of every wonderful tale lived out at once, baking bread and cakes for the moon and sharing her supper of star-game. It's more than hopeful," he says, nuzzling my nose with his, "and I'm on tenterhooks to see how it ends."

"With babies, I hope," I whisper."

THAT IS HOW WE FEEL ABOUT THIS TREASURE

Over the years, I have copied out so many of Katniss' love quotes. 'Being filled with the sun', nursing her love's 'kitlings'...

When I embarked upon this rich fairytale, love was unfathomable; sex and pregnancy terrifying. Even my 'weak' female form seemed deplorable.

But reading all your stories has singlehandedly taken me from lingering childhood mindsets towards maturity, and I can't ever thank you enough for that.

Like you do with your words, I now glory over my body, yearn for that of my sweetheart, and look forward to our kitlings.

Mejhiren, you let me be a vixen and a fragile, trusting chickadee, and said that was a woman. You were never more true.

I pray you can find that truth again in your tragedy.

With all my love,
Elgarain

Omg- my brain keeps ruining this for me. Like “what if the capital is watching? What if they turned this into a show? What will they make Peeta do to keep all this? Ahhhh” This is so so beautiful.

The writing and descriptions are absolutely gorgeous, but my GOD this is the most irritated I have ever been towards two characters. It started off so so strong and I’m obsessed with the concept, but the miscommunication and how DENSE both of them are is actually so ridiculous it has become almost a caricature of itself. Like it’s pissing me off so bad and I ain’t even having fun reading this anymore but now I gots to see it through and finish after all the time I’ve put into this. Damn.

Are there no more chapters because of the impending complications of the Capital and its regime still in power? I feel like I can almost imagine this is post- revolution but Katniss was still poor in 12.

I don't know if you're still alive. It's been 7 years since you last posted to this fic, and a pandemic has killed many people. I think it's been 2-3 years since I first read this.

This morning I have a belly full of cheese-buns and apple because I woke up at 4am and tried to read my comfort fic to go back to sleep. I wound up making a full batch of cheese-buns that I'll mostly give away to the neighbors. I'm pretty sure this fic is the entire reason I took up cooking/baking as a hobby.

I think this fic helped me figure out I am trans. I'm a gentle person- I like providing, I am generally very nurturing, passive, non-confrontational, creative (more in the literal sense of the word), and otherwise "feminine". Seeing a character that was everything I ever wanted to be, but also a very straight masculine man, gave me the framework to figure out I was a guy. I see so much of what I am and what I want to be in your version of Peeta.

Even your depiction of Katniss helped. You made her so feminine and so strong. You made her long to carry children. It was so heart-achingly beautiful, but it was also very much not *me*. Before reading this, I genuinely felt that pregnancy was a hellish task to be endured in order to have children. I had no idea that anyone could look forward to pregnancy itself. It's still a foreign idea- one that I understand but do not feel.

You also had a strong influence on my writing style. I don't really publish- I write for my own entertainment. But I clumsily try to imitate the prose in this fic.

This is one of my favorite pieces of writing. Thank you for giving what you have. I hope I'll get to read more, but I mostly just hope you're alive and thriving. 3

I re-read this entire story recently and I love it just as much as I did the first time. I still hold out hope that one day their story will continue.

For all the applause other reviews give this fic, it has revealed how selfish and moody katniss is. I cannot imagine spitting in the face of someone chosen like Peete for the games and not even saying thank you or good luck. The thoughts vs actions she has are completely opposite. Its almost a betrayal of how she doesn't care about peeta but what he can do for her while all he wants is her company. Honestly, I'm disgusted at other reviewers for handwaving aside her issues to follow the angsty "romance". Finally, peeta is a simp. Cant stand either of these idiots.

Every time I’m going through something rough, and the last few month have been the roughest of my life, I come back and read When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun again, and it brings me so much comfort as I process my trauma and learn how to live with it. I would be so very happy to read another chapter of this some day, but for now I hope your life has been going well and that you’re happy. What you’ve written has been such a positive force in my life, I can do no less than wish you happiness in your life. Thank you for this amazing story.