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lemonluvgirl · 2 years

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Pure As a Little Lamb

A modern AU featuring college Everlark & secret dating (reblog)

In response to an anonymous tumblr ask for a drabble with a promt for: “Katniss rooms with Johanna and while Johanna is looking for something in Katniss' room, she sees the used condom in the trash and calls up the gang (Finnick, Annie, Gale, and Peeta (even though unbeknownst to the rest of them it was Peeta she has been sleeping with) to figure out who Katniss had over the prior night.

Johanna tap-taped the spike heel of her black mesh stiletto ankle boots on the tile of her and Katniss’ shared bathroom. Last night had been one hell of a rager at the frat house she’d ventured to solo and she’d gotten back just in time to beat the morning rush of walk of shamers that were currently filing down the halls in still slightly hungover embarrassment.

Johanna didn’t do embarrassment though, or shame.

She had woken up before the sun, popped two emergency aspirin from her purse, downed a bottle of water from the dorm room mini fridge, pulled her LBD back on and left a congratulatory note for the cute frat boy who managed to keep up with her for half the night despite the copious amount of tequila they had both shot at the party. She had done this all with an air of confidence and a self satisfied smile.

Sex was enjoyable. Therefore she enjoyed it. No caveats, no regrets (unless the guy was terrible), and absolutely no awkwardness.

It was their junior year of college after all. Now was the time to explore their sexual limits. Test the boundaries while their bodies were still young enough to bounce back from being tied up and screwed within an inch of their lives before waking up the next day and passing that exam on advanced economics.

At least that’s what she was always telling her friends Annie, Madge, and Katniss.

The whole sexual freedom speech had fallen on deaf ears though until six months ago, when Annie started hooking up with their university’s soccer team golden boy, Finnick. Now she finally had someone to trade sexual exploit stories with.

That Finnick is a freak in the sheets. Johanna thought amusedly as she stripped off her clothes and started to run the shower. She grabbed a pack of makeup removing wipes and gingerly started to clean her day old makeup off.

At least one of her friends had heeded her advice and started to branch out sexually. Johanna was proud of the work she had done with Annie. The girl had real potential to let her freak flag fly if she stuck with Finnick long enough to learn the ropes.

Her other two friends on the other hand….

Johanna sighed and shook her head at her reflection in the mirror. Madge wasn’t so bad. She was a little sexually repressed having grown up as the only child of a wealthy politician. She had lived most her life under a microscope, and she was just barely learning to let go of some of her deeply rooted inhibitions. She’d recently started to embrace the idea of casual hook ups and had even shared the last time they had a girl’s night that she’d gotten down and dirty with her casual guy in the back of the library.

Way to go Madge. Having sex in public places was a real show of progress for daddy’s little princess. She wasn’t completely liberated, but she was getting there.

Now the only one left was Fort Knox, A.K.A. Katniss Everdeen, who guarded her vagina more securely than the U.S. government guarded their gold bullion reserves. Johanna wasn’t even sure if Katniss had ever gotten laid. She was that tight lipped about the whole thing. Every time sex came up she put on a nasty little scowl and excused herself to the kitchen, or bathroom, or conveniently remembered some test she had to study for.

Johanna had been trying to crack her for years. Ever since the first week they moved in together freshman year and Katniss had almost peed her pants when she accidently opened Johanna’s box of sex toys while she was helping her new roomate unpack.

The look on the poor girl’s face when she saw the collection of vibrators, dildos, anal beads and nipple clamps was priceless. Like a tiny little lamb catching the first glimpse of the way lamb chops were made.

Johanna was starting to wonder if Katniss would ever find someone to connect with other than her platonic friends. She wasn’t just sexually repressed. She was emotionally unavailable too. She had a hard time letting people in. Johanna worried might die as an old maid if something didn’t change soon. Johanna tsked under her breath as she threw the used makeup wipes in the bathroom trash can, but she stopped before turning toward the shower.

A flash of gold color in the trashcan caught her eye.

Johanna knelt down to get a better look.

Holy mother of all shattered expectations. Johanna thought as she grabbed the roll of TP and proceeded to wrap her hand in several layers before she dug through the contents of the trash receptacle.

Used condom foil packets. Two of them. Along with (ew) two used condoms, sat mixed in with the usual array of makeup wipes, q-tips, and beauty product wrappers. Johanna avoided the used condoms but with surgeon-like precision she fished the condom wrappers out and made her way back into the main room so she could grab a zip lock bag.

After she had preserved the evidence she grabbed her cell and proceeded to send off multiple rapid fire messages on the group text thread. Then she climbed in the shower and scrubbed down in record time.

Read the whole fic on AO3.

#johanna mason #thg #fanfiction #everlark #modern au #college everlark #secret dating #johanna POV

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floresinfer · 7 years

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PROMPTS FOR YOUR OTPS AND MORE.

I really like to write, no I LOVE it, but sadly I don’t have time for long books so I figured I could write short prompts for you and for me :)

Here are my OTPS that I could write short stories about:

Malec

Dramione

Stony

Spideypool

Larry Stylinson

Sterek

Thiam

Jam

Dwangela

Atlashrike

Phan

Everlark

Evak

Hannigram

Gumlee

Destiel

Zutara

Spuffy

Johnlock

Tradley

Rumbelle

DarlingPan

I will add more as time goes because there are far too many :D

I welcome all and will be waiting ♡

#otp #my otps #otps #promts #malec #stony #hannigram #spideypool #jam #dwangela #larry stylinson #sportarobbie #everlark #evak #destiel #phan #love #darlingpan #rumbelle

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ellanainthetardis · 4 years

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Hi, I just read an old story from you where Effie gets pregnant in 13. You wrote a lot of stories and promts about Hayffie living in 12 after the war and I wonder if you really imagine them with a child when everything in Panem settles? Or do you imagine Hayffie taking care of Everlark and their children?

Hi! No, no I really hc hayffie wouldn’t have children. Haymitch doesn’t want them and I imagine it wouldn’t be a good time mental headspace wise for Effie. Plus she knows that if she’s serious about settling with him it’s off the table so...

Why do I have so many baby fic then do you ask? Well because apparently that’s my guilty pleasure that goes well against my own interpretation of the characters lmao.

Basically I hc post mj Haymitch takes care of the kids as much as he’s able. Then effie shows up and need taking care of too (book verse) and he’s at his best when he has to take care of someone so that works out. Mostly though I do think they have everlark and later on the toast babies and that’s enough for them.

#ask #anon

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littleevilisa · 8 years

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Hands and Bread

It has been so long since the last time I watched Peeta bake. Honestly, for awhile I thought I would have never seen this again.

Until recently, he had some problems remembering his father's recipes correctly. His hands hadn't been as steady as they were before the war, before the hijacking. He couldn't measure the exact amount of the ingredients and even if he managed to get something even remotely similar to the dough he had been making for all his life, it never were how he wanted it to be. In the end he would throw it in the garbage, or against a wall in a fit caused by a new episode. Sometimes he would just curl up in a corner, crying silently because his family is gone forever. Because, had the world been fair, he would have been in the bakery working alongside them, not in the victors' village of a district destroyed by the Capitol's bombs.

That's why I'm so surprised to see him at work this morning as I get back from one of my first hunting trips. Apparently we are both getting a bit better.

Peeta looks up at me when he hears me putting down my bag and smiles, a smudge of flour under his left eye. Actually, there's flour everywhere, on the counter, on his clothes and apron, all over the kitchen floor. I don't remember him being this messy. But it doesn't matter right now.

I sit silently on the chair across the counter from him, prop my chin on my open palm, and look at him work.

He dusts a handful of flour on the dough in front of him and goes back at kneading. By the look of it, he is making raisins and nuts bread.

It doesn't take long for me to space out looking at his hands. Those hands that used to held the signs of a lifetime spent in a bakery, now marred by the scars of a very different fire. But still the same hands. Big and strong, with long, talented fingers. Hands that could create worlds, both on paper and with food. If he can bake again, maybe soon he'll start painting, too.

I focus on smaller details. His nails are short. Not as cured as they would be under the care of a specialized prep team, but very functional. His left pinkie finger is a bit crooked. Perhaps he broke it some time after the Quarter Quell and it didn't heal properly. The smattering of blond hair on the back of his hands and on his forearms is covered in small residuals of flour and dough.

When my eyes are on his forearms, they travel back following the line of muscles and tendons straining against his skin. I see a particularly fluid flexing whenever he presses the heels of his hands against the dough, another as his fingers reshape it into its original form. It's a mechanical, hypnotizing movement. He does it so effortlessly and with such a grace that it looks way more easier that it is. But I know, even without looking, that there's a thin coat of perspiration under his hairline.

It's so good to see his hands not betraying him. It reminds me of a time before the Quarter Quell, when his hands were one of the parts of him that I used to be fixated on. Because of how they could knead the perfect loaf of bread, just like now. Because of how they could flow over a page and bring to life the plants and berries my father described in his plants book. Because of how they could bring me back from the horrifying nightmares of the arena, drive away the images of death and sorrow, lull me back to sleep. Give me the serenity that I so much needed.

I wonder, would his hands have the same effect on me? Those hands that not so long ago wrapped around my throat in a feverish attempt to kill the mutt, that still could smother me if an especially bad episode reared its ugly head?

I think they might. I know things have gotten worse for both of us after a second time in the arena and a war. He was captured and tortured to the point of almost destroying every shred of the strong, beautiful boy with the bread, and that is something that I will never understand. The number of people showing up in our nightmares is much bigger now, and they're not just dead children in the woods that we had to kill to survive. Now they're also innocent bystanders, people caught in the crossfire, rebels, allies, friends, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters. But I think it will work. Perhaps it won't be enough at first, there may be a lot of crying and fighting and yelling, but eventually it could be good. We could be good.

“What're you thinking?”

I'm suddenly pulled back from my reverie by Peeta's question. I don't know for how long I was lost in it, but I'm sure that I was staring at Peeta's hands all the time. The little smile on his lips tells me that he finds it somehow amusing.

There's no stopping the blushing that I feel spreading all over my cheeks. I try to dismiss it. “Nothing. I can't wait to taste your bread.”

“You know,” he says as he leans forward. “You can taste my bread whenever you want.”

Is this some kind of joke? If it is, I don't get it. But Peeta is biting his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing, and a huge smile is threatening to split his face.

I can't help but smile back at him. My heart flutters. He is happy, I am happy.

“Shut up and keep kneading, or we'll never taste that bread.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He salutes me, leaving a new line of flour above his right eyebrow.

I shake my head as I get up to get back at my haul from hunting this morning.

Maybe tonight, when my screams will wake us both and he'll rush to my room to help me, I should ask him to stay with me.

#nobody sent me a promt so I did something on my own #things I write #drabbles #not really a drabble since it's about 1k words #Everlark #Katniss Everdeen #Peeta Mellark #canon #post mj pre epilogue

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everlarkficexchange · 6 years

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Zero Hour

[Promt 88]:I love soulmates fics ! Anything with Everlark being soulmates and finding each other -finally :) thank you ! - anonymous

Written By: Mega-AuLover

A/N: this monstrosity you can thank @xerxia31 for. There were several Soulmate Prompts and the one I wanted was taken by another author, whom I personally stalk, but she was talking about a wedding and I thought a wedding no…soulless mindless Zombies..I think I made tea come out of Xerxia’s nose :) but seriously thank you for saving the life of this story. To my beta who I have a serious writers crush on @alliswell21 you and I both know how much awe I am in over your writing skillzzz.

Rated: T

PART ONE - ZERO HOUR:

They were known as the living dead. Zombies created by the Capitol who didn’t find their true love. Katniss Everdeen watched one of them from her window, walking slowly, a mask of indifference on its colorless face. He was followed by Darius, one of the nicer Peacekeepers.

She glanced down at her arm, the cause of such a creature, was the tracker embedded under the tattoo they had to get printed on their arm. It was a control measure put in by the Capitol after the war.

At the age of twelve, all children received a tattoo with their initials and age. It was the first step to show the ever presence and dominance of the Capitol. At 18, they were brought to the school yard to be outfitted with their trackers.

The tracker remained silent until they met their soulmate. When you met your soulmate, the tracker would glow showing their initials for exactly 8 hours, in which you had to connect with your mate and register with the local magistrate.

The magistrate were the only ones with the authority to remove the tracker.

If you missed the 8 hour window, the kill switch would activate. An electrical discharge was sent from the tracker directly to your brain, a sort of modern day lobotomy.

Everyone strived to find their life partner, afraid of becoming a poor soulless creature, just as her sister, Primrose, called them.

Primrose was right, the mateless walked the earth with no purpose other than to do the dangerous jobs the Capitol assigned them. They blew up the caverns in the mines, tested new machinery, the lucky few became slaves to a Capitolite or wealthy member of the society. They were kept far away from the regular folk and guarded by Peacekeepers.

“Hey Catnip,” Gale knocked on the window pane bringing her out of her thoughts.

Katniss smiled at her friend, hunting partner , and soon to be in-law. This morning both families were overjoyed about the nuptials She waved him inside. “Hey Gale.”

Gale was twenty six, tall and very good looking. There were rumors about his prowess in the bedroom, though she didn’t care much about the stories.

He entered the room, and filled it. He was a little over six feet tall, one of the tallest men in The Seam. “So Primrose finally got you to wear a dress.”

Katniss grimaced,”It’s like putting lipstick on a pig, Gale.”

Gale chuckled. “You should see my dad, he didn’t want to wear a suit, but you know my mom.”

Hazelle Hawthorne was a force to be reckoned with.

“Vick wanted me to give this to Prim.” Gale extended the package he held in his hand.

“Thanks,” she took the package from him. “I’m sure whatever Vick cooked up, Prim is going to love it.”

Everyone thought Katniss was going to be Gale’s soulmate, but it was never meant to be. Katniss was thankful that the odds were in her favor.

“I can’t believe my baby brother is getting hitched before me.”

When Vick turned eighteen the previous day, no one was surprised his tracker showed Prim’s initials. The entire Hawthorne clan came to the Everdeen home, to confirm Vick’s initials showed on Prim’s arm. Both families ran to the Seam magistrate to have the trackers deactivated and removed. Katniss had been so happy to see the darn devices removed from Prim and Vick’s arms.

Because they were from the Seam, they needed to fill out the wedding certificate at the Justice Building on the other side of the in the Merchant quarter.

“Me either. It’s insane that Prim’s all grown up.”

Gale laughed, “Yeah , Rory and I have been ribbing on Vick all day with the older woman bit. It’s just funny that even though Prim’s like two years older than him, she still manages to look younger.”

“You Hawthorne men look old, or have you forgotten that when we met in the woods, you were 14 but looked like you were 18. I mean right now you look like you can be someone’s grandfather. Now that we’re talking about it, you’ve looked like a grandpa since the day you turned 16.”

“Hardy, har, har,” Gale snickered, pointing to his tracker, it read 26. Gale had worn his tracker for the past 14 years. A constant reminder that the Capitol owned him.

“Well you can’t help it old man,” Katniss joked back.

“Old man? you’re practically an old lady yourself. How old are you? 24? that’s ancient by Seam standard’s.”

Gale was right, no one in the Seam waited this long. There was only two occasions where a person never found their soulmate.

“Maybe you and I are the new Goat Man and Ripper.”

“Well I do know my way around a distillery, and you do have a Goat.”

“Lady does not qualify as a goat, she’s more of a pet.”

“Remember when you bought Lady for Prim?”

“You mean with the money we got from the stag I got with my arrow, that you claimed you shot?” Katniss crossed her arms over her chest.

“I still say my arrow was the one that got him.”

“Gale you and I both know you’re no marksmith. You can’t shoot down a full grown bear standing 20 yards away.”

“Man those were great good old days.” Gale wistfully uttered, his days were now spent in the mines.

So much had changed since she was a child. She looked behind her to see the empty rocking chair. It reminded her of harder times.

According to many, becoming soulless was the worst fate someone in Panem could have. But Katniss had seen a different kid of desperation.

She had seen what happened to soulmate when their love was taken away. Her mother had found her soulmate in a man from District 12’s Seam side. Fate brought them together and for a long time they were happy, until he was taken away by illness.

“How is your dad feeling?”

“Good, if he could stay away from Haymitch and Ripper’s liquor. My maw says he drives her insane, he says she drives him to drink.”

“Your mom then says drive, what drive, we don’t even have a car.” They said together. It was an old joke between them.

Gale’s father had survived the great illness thanks to her mother. The Hawthorne’s were lucky. Many were not.

Katniss was eleven when the great epidemic filtered through District 12 and beyond. It affected the Seam the greatest especially those poor souls loveless creatures. When her father became infected, her mother, a healer, tried everything she knew to help save him but her father was too far gone. He died shortly after the diagnosis.

Her mother never fully recovered.

“Listen I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in less than twenty minutes. Who knew someday you’d be my sister.”

Katniss shook her head, “I guess somethings are meant to be Gale.”

She closed the door and from her vantage point she watched him flirt with Mrs. Andrews. She was glad they were not a match, she and Gale were too alike. They were more like siblings then lovers.

Her mind swirled with images from the past. The constant hunger, the near death, the death of her father, and the loss of the care of her mother.

It became very clear no one cared about dying children, or the sick people of The Seam. The Capitol was more concerned with its own plans. They tightened security around the wall that was erected after the great rebellion was neutralized. The wall cut through the land separating the privileged and the poor. The vendors lived in the Merchant Quarters and the workers and the poor lived in the ghettos.

In District 12 they called it the Seam. In District 2 Darius a Peacekeeper said the ghetto was known as the Dungeon.

“Katniss.”

Hearing her sisters words brought Katniss out of her thoughts. She turned around to see Prim dressed in white. “You look beautiful.”

“Never as pretty as you.”

“Oh here, Vick sent this to you.”

Prim blushed as she reached for the box. She opened it and gasped. “Bread! real bread for toasting!”

“Bread?” Katniss wondered where Vick had gotten it. There wasn’t a bakery in the Seam, it wasn’t allowed. But once a month. The Baker sold his goods outside of the gate door, but most of the time the bread was stale. Gale would trade with him, when they got a good haul. The last time she’d tasted fresh bread was when that boy had given her bread./

“It’s still warm Katniss,” Prim touched he bread reverently.

“Can I smell it, “ Katniss asked recalling smelling the scent of freshly baked bread. The smell of fresh crust and flaky interior had never left her.

“Sure, do you remember the last time we had fresh bread Katniss. It was a miracle. We were so hungry.”

Katniss recalled how empty their stomachs were on that hollow day.

Her last resort was to sneak into the Merchant side and rummage in trash cans for food. She found nothing and as she was giving up, a boy appeared by the window. He nodded at her then a few moments later a commotion from within the walls of the house.

She remembered hearing the painful cry of a child, before the door of the back yard opened. It had been the blond boy who’d seen her through the window. He had a welt on his face and his big blue eyes held unshed tears. But his chin didn’t tremble as he ran out and gave her two loaves of burnt bread.

Katniss had never been able to forget that boy. She’d never seen him again. However, no matter what the Capitol did to divide them, in her heart she could never forget that boy.

That single act of kindness gave her the strength to carry on. To remember her father’s generosity, his dexterity, and his abilities to hunt. Katniss looked down at her wrist, the glaring zeros poised to begin at any moment.

“It was a miracle, Prim. And today we have another one. Vick and the rest of the Hawthorne’s will be here at any moment. Why don’t you go get mother?”

“Don’t worry, Katniss, someday you’ll find your soulmate.”

Katniss hid her grimace. “Don’t worry about me little duck, today you’re going to sign the official paperwork, precisely at 1:00 in the afternoon and we’ll have a toasting afterwards.”

“I know! I’m so happy!” Her sister couldn’t contain her joy. She was as bright and as delicate as the yellow flowers she was named after.

“Katniss don’t forget your pass.”

“Don't’ worry. I will not forget.” Katniss put on the long sleeve jacket that went with the dress. Katniss was shorter than her mother so the sleeves reached the tip of her fingers, she didn’t mind, she was always cold. She was glad it had pockets.

PART TWO - RACE BEGINS:

Prim turned to their mother, “Isn’t it a great day for a wedding mom?”

Their mom slowly nodded. “Yes dear.”

It really was a breathtaking day, there wasn’t a rain cloud in the sky. It was warm, with a pleasant breeze. It was a the perfect day for a wedding.

“It’s really happening,” Prim squealed when she saw Vick arriving.

Tears gathered in her eyes, as she watched her sister take in Vick in his suit. He was handsome, as handsome as the rest of the Hawthornes. He was tall like his brother Gale, but his eyes were kinder. His smile softer, and unlike Gale who sported a beard and mustache, Vick always had a five o’clock shadow.

“You look amazing,” Vick softly said taking Primrose’s hands in his.

“Thank you for the bread.” She offered.

“Every bride should have fresh bread on her wedding day.”

“Okay, everyone time to get moving,” Hazelle, Gale’s mom interrupted the tender moment between Prim and Vick.

“Yeah some of us are hungry,” Rory shouted.

“When aren’t you hungry?” Gale muttered.

Katniss chuckled. She wondered how long Gale and Rory would go before one tried to hurt the other.

As they made their way through the Seam, many stepped outside to softly hum the bride’s song.

This was a special time in a young person’s life when the future seemed limitless.

Katniss was the curmudgeon trailing in the back with the full knowledge that life was filled with more hurt than good.

As they approached the wall, the streets became busier since it was the day the merchants sold their wares to the inhabitants of the Seam. Everywhere Katniss looked there were men, and she was filled with dread and panic as she saw two young people looking at their trackers as they time slowly ticked down.

The tracker would automatically start when she was near her mate. She took deep even breaths as she followed the wedding party.

When they arrived at the wall, the sun in the sky indicated it was noon. Katniss heard Rue’s song being of the giant clock-tower as it struck twelve. She’d never seen it but she heard it all of her life. On a cold winter’s day the bell could be hear in the Seam, it chimed on the hour.

They stood long in the long line waiting patiently to go up into the small wall border crossing outpost. They moved slowly until they reached where the gate was between the Merchant and the Seam. Katniss kept didn’t really look around but the smell of bread caught her attention.

The baker was at the wall, with a tall man with curly blond hair. They looked alike, Katniss assumed he was the baker’s son. He reminded her of the young boy who had given her the bread. When he looked in her direction, Katniss swiftly looked the other way.

“Peeta, please give the lady her bread,” his father admonished.

Katniss glanced at him once more when his attention was turned to the woman in front of him. He was broad shouldered, his arms were muscular, and his hands were large but they were careful enough to gently hand the woman her bread. His actions caused her to smile.

“Next,” the Peacekeeper called out.

“Come on Katniss,” Posey, Gale’s baby sister called.

Katniss joined the group as they were allowed in the building. Prim was ahead of them with Vick.

Her sister had her hand linked with Vick, as they spoke with the Peacekeeper. “State the nature of your visit.”

“We are getting married,” Vick’s deep voice boomed. “Our trackers were removed yesterday by the Seam Magistrate.”

The Peacekeeper checked their passes. “Congratulations on your nuptials, may the odds be in your favor.”

“Thank you,” Prim gushed.

One by one they went through the checkpoints. They were all in a festive mood as they entered past the checkpoints and headed toward the Justice Building. Katniss paused at the looming clocktower, it’s shadow cast the town square in darkness. When they arrived they discovered their appointment was set back a hour.

The small party waited in the lobby of the building waiting to be called to sign the paperwork. They had all of the time in the world.

“Only fifteen more minutes before we’re married,” Vick said quietly for Prim to hear, but Katniss overheard it.

Her sister gazed up at Vick and her pale blue eyes shined with happiness. Katniss swallowed as she recalled the harshness she had to experience. Their mother Lillian stood just feet away, a pale shadow of the woman she’d been.

Katniss shuddered the at the prospect of becoming someone like her mother. It was why she’d decided to not interact with men. She didn’t want to find her soul mate. Her mother Lillian, had slowly come back from her depression,but there were days she returned to the rocking chair.

In the beginning, her mother spent months in her rocking chair simply existing, without words, vacantly staring out into the void. Katniss barely got her to eat or bathe. At age eleven, Katniss had become an adult, taking on the responsibilities that were beyond her years. She tried, but with the illness no one opened their doors to orphaned children.

“Everdeen and Hawthorne,” a young woman called out with a clipboard.

“Yes?” Prim stood up.

“Thank you for your patience. As a reward, you’ve been selected to have a wedding ceremony by the Head Magistrate.”

Only a few received this honor. It was fitting that it should be Prim and Vick. “Thank you,” Prim whispered.

“This way, please.”

Everyone followed the woman into the Head Magistrate’s office.

The head magistrate was a woman with mile high pink hair and an outfit that had white doves all over it.

“Welcome, welcome.” The woman stood and she had the strangest shoes Katniss had ever seen. “I am Head Magistrate Effie Trinket.”

“A pleasure ma’am,” Vick nodded.

“Oh my, you are a tall one,” Effie said as she looked up at Vick. Her eyes scanned all four Hawthorne men. “You certain are a handsome lot.”

Gale grinned, and Katniss rolled her eyes.

“Are we ready for the ceremony?”

Prim eagerly nodded.

“Good you stand here my dear,” Effie instructed Prim and then turned her attention to Vick, “ and your beloved over here.”

All the attention was on Primrose and Vick as they solemnly stood before their families and the Head Magistrate.

“Dearly beloved we’ve come together to witness this woman, Primrose Everdeen join this man, Vick Hawthorne, in the sacred bond of marriage.” Addressing the groom and bride, she asked, “Are you ready to take the vows to uphold the laws of marriage as decreed in the statues of Panem?”

“We do,” Prim and Vic said united.

“Do you promise to keep the other in health and in sickness. To stand by the other in good times and harsh times?”

Katniss watched Gale’s parents exchange loving looks. Her mother turned pale. Katniss lowered her head and glanced down at her shoes, tucking her hands in her jacket’s pocket.

“We do,” Prim and Vick replied.

“The by the power vested in me, by our beloved President, Corilanius Snow, and the Country of Panem, I now pronounce you, husband and wife.” Effie Trinket joyfully exclaimed, “You may kiss the bride.!

Katniss looked away as Prim and Vick kissed.

“Now if you could please sign the certificate.”

Katniss watched as her sister wrote Primrose Everdeen for the last time. It was a bittersweet moment. She was losing her sister to someone else. Albeit it was to Vick, and he was moving in with them, but things were changing.

Maybe she should start thinking of it as gaining a brother, instead of losing his baby sister.

“Who are the two witnesses?” Effie Trinket asked.

Katniss stepped forward with Gale.

Gale signed first and handed the pen to her. Katniss took the pen, and pushed down her sleeves. Smiling she glanced up at her friends and family as she poised to sign her name. But everyone looked shocked and ashen. Katniss frowned.

Her first instinct was to search for Prim to make sure she was alright. Prim’s eyes were wide, her face pale. Her sister had clamped her hand over her mouth and was pointing to her arm. Katniss glanced down at herself, that’s when she noticed the timer on the tracker had begun it’s count down.

Everything in the room became still as it suddenly dawned on Katniss, her race had begun.

#Springtime Edition 2018 #mega aulover #prompt 88 #submission

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everybirdfellsilent · 7 years

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Promt. Everlark Soulmates Au. Please and thank you!

Soulmates AU was already done and can be found here.

#drabbles

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 4 months

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Do you know of any fics which have Katniss and Jo as best friends, this will more than likely be a modern au but there could be canon ones aswell, I just want to see their chaotic friendship where they "hate" each other but are also really defensive with the other. Pls and thankyou

Hello @gingerbread-is-good!

Sorry this took me a while to get to but I've complied a list here and will be adding this to future masterlists topics as I too love this dynamic! Hope these are new to you and happy reading!

A Change of Heart-WinterWednesday (ao3) Summary: Post-Mockingjay One-Shot. "Now, here I am, watching my beautiful husband with Johanna's precious son, and all I can think of is that it should be our child. Peeta should get to experience this joy every single day. And I should be selfless enough to give it to him…"

Acceptable Payment: A Date With Katniss Everdeen-rEckLeSsLy.cOnFIneD (ff) Summary: "That Katniss was currently aware of, she needed to do two things: First, she needed to inform Johanna about everything that was Peeta Mellark. Second, she needed her help to make sure that she was most beautiful version of herself she had ever been for this New Year's Party." [Modern AU. Everlark.]

At the Peak-maddmaddworld (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen moved to Summit County to work with her mentor and study the geology of the Rocky Mountains. She never expected to meet a sweet, shy snowboard instructor who would turn her first winter in Colorado upside down.

Mellark Orchards-mrspeetamellark (ao3) Summary: After breaking up with her long-time fiancé, veterinarian Katniss Everdeen decides to move to a small town in Pennsylvania and start over again. She meets a sexy, blonde farmer at a local orchard and feels instantly drawn to him. She knows, however, that she needs time to heal from her failed engagement before she starts dating again. Will Farmer Peeta help Katniss mend her broken heart? Will the two become romantically involved?

Office Affairs-Pagedancer87 (ao3) Summary: AU-Modern Everlark. Story done for birthday prompt for @everlarkbirthdaydrabbles on Tumblr for the prompt: fluffy coworker everlark

Pure As A Little Lamb-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: In response to an anonymous tumblr ask for a drabble with a promt for: “Katniss rooms with Johanna and while Johanna is looking for something in Katniss' room, she sees the used condom in the trash and calls up the gang (Finnick, Annie, Gale, and Peeta (even though unbeknownst to the rest of them it was Peeta she has been sleeping with) to figure out who Katniss had over the prior night.”

Rebound Girl-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen only goes for only one type of man. It doesn’t matter how tall he is, the color of his hair, or even his personality. What she wants is the man fresh out of a relationship. She likes being that temporary girl the guy uses to lick the wounds of his bruised heart. Too bad Peeta Mellark changes everything for her.

Secret More-than-Friends-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta are the "single friends" of their friend group. Everyone keeps trying to fix them up with someone else-what they don't know is that Katniss and Peeta are secretly dating.

The One-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Peeta is Katniss’s best friend and almost everything in her life revolves around him. When thoughts of Peeta start invading her dreams, Katniss must decide whether just being friends is enough.

Unpleasant Surprises-msdisdain (ao3) Summary: Johanna Mason and Finnick O'Dair (Irish for purposes of this modern AU) conspire to get their best friends, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen, to admit they have feelings for one another. Jo and Finn, however, may not be working with the most current information.

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions feel free to send me an ask!

-E

#johanna+katniss friends #friendsjo&kat #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #thg #masterlist #thgfanfictionlibrary #gingerbread is good ask #ask

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finnicktiesmyknots · 10 years

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I feel like someone should make an everlark drabble out of that kiss cam

SOMEBODY SHOULD. SERIOUSLY. PLEASE.

(I would do it but the thing is I suck at writing at the moment.)

#im up to my neck in homework #everlark promt #anon #answered #SOMEONE PLS DO IT #Anonymous

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lemonluvgirl · 3 years

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Pure As A Little Lamb

The Modern AU One-shot By Lemonluvgirl87

As always in my case the drabble turned into an fic. Here it is guys the whole juicy thing! Hope you like this one Everlark Anon! Also on AO3.

Johanna didn’t do embarrassment though, or shame.

Sex was enjoyable. Therefore she enjoyed it. No caveats, no regrets (unless the guy was terrible), and absolutely no awkwardness.

At least that’s what she was always telling her friends Annie, Madge, and Katniss.

Her other two friends on the other hand….

Way to go Madge. Having sex in public places was a real show of progress for daddy’s little princess. She wasn’t completely liberated, but she was getting there.

A flash of gold color in the trashcan caught her eye.

Johanna knelt down to get a better look.

Holy mother of all shattered expectations. Johanna thought as she grabbed the roll of TP and proceeded to wrap her hand in several layers before she dug through the contents of the trash receptacle.

The first of her reinforcements arrived just as she finished pulling her t-shirt over her head.

“Oh my gosh, am I too late? I tried to get here as quickly as I could!” Madge exclaimed as she crossed the room and enveloped Johanna in a hug. Gale slipped in on her heels and offered Johanna a quiet ‘my condolences’, as he hovered awkwardly near the bed as if he was unsure where to sit.

“You’re just in time actually.” Johanna reassured her as she pulled away and hastily crossed to the dresser to grab a brush so she could brush out her short hair.

“You don’t seem too broken up about this, Jo. I mean, you said someone died.” Madge said as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her friend.

“I said there’s been a death in the family. But it's not a cause for sadness, Madge. It's a cause for celebration.” Johanna replied mysteriously.

“What the hell?” Madge asked in total bewilderment. But right at that moment Annie, Finnick, and Finnick’s roommate Peeta, who started playing tagalong with their group for the last couple months, filed in.

“What’s the emergency?” Finnick asked, his face concerned. Annie nodded as if she agreed with Finnick’s question and Johanna took a moment to gather herself before she made the announcement.

“Friends, I have discovered a disturbance in the force.” Johanna began and Peeta snorted from beside Annie for a second before Annie slapped his arm and shushed him. Of course he would get the Star Wars reference, he was kind of a nerd. A cute nerd but still. Johanna continued before she lost everyone’s attention.

“Something died in this room last night. A dark monster of unusual strength and tenacity. I tried for years to fell the foe, and yet in one night, while I was preoccupied with matters of great importance,” Someone, probably Annie snickered at this, probably guessing that matters of great importance was code for getting laid, but Johanna continued as if she hadn’t heard a thing, “the beast was vanquished without my knowledge. I have no clue as to how this happened. It is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. And as my dearest friends and comrades I call on you now to help me decode this conundrum. I need help piecing the tale back together. I NEED to know how it happened. Or I fear I will lose my everloving mind!” Johanna exclaimed in frustration as she faced the group. People’s faces were a mixture of confusion and boredom. Gale, namely, looked like he was two seconds from walking out. In fact he made a move to cross the room but Madge grabbed his arm and restrained him.

“You know Johanna’s Dungeon Master side comes out when she’s frustrated.” Madge whispers to him and he turns back with a groan.

Johanna gives him a pointed look before resuming. Sure, after all these years she still sometimes slips into her D&D character when the pressure’s on. All the sexual liberation in the world hadn’t cured her of her inner gamergirl persona. She would always be that girl underneath the high heels and the smokey eye makeup. And she didn’t apologize for it. A girl could be sexy and love epic fantasy.

Johanna dropped her voice low so that her friends had to lean forward to hear her.

“What was the name of this formidable beast that was conquered you ask? I’ll tell you. It was none other than Katniss Everdeen’s virginity!” She revealed and then proceeded to bask in the gratification of several gasps that echoed around the group.

“What? Kitty Kat finally got her kitten petted? That’s what this was all about?” Finnick managed to joke before he was overcome by a laughing fit.

Madge quickly began to protest in disbelief. Annie’s mouth gaped open and shut several times like a fish. Gale rolled his eyes. And Peeta turned about several shades of magenta.

Johanna wondered for a moment if he also fell into the same sexually stunted category as Katniss. Or, well, the one Katniss had previously fallen into until the whole condom wrapper discovery of the century. But that was a mystery of less importance than the one facing them now.

“This is not a laughing matter Odair. I’ve been trying to crack her for years! When I think about all the prep work I did! All the erotic literature and sex toys I gifted her over the years and then the little sneak goes and loses it without so much as a bat of her perfectly thick jet black eyeslashes! She never said anything about a guy! Did she Madge? Annie?” Johanna asked rhetorically as she began to pace.

“How do we even know this is for real? I mean I’m assuming you didn’t catch her in the act if you’re still wondering about who the guy is.” Gale says as he rubs his hand over his stubbled chin.

Johanna eyed him suspiciously. He had been the first on her list of suspects. Katniss had brought him into the group under the cover of being her best friend. Over the years Johanna wasn’t the only one who had wondered about them. He was the only guy Katniss seemed even remotely comfortable with, but both of them had stated emphatically several times that they were just friends. More like cousins than romantic partners. Still…he was a fine cut of man.

If Katniss was looking to take the plunge with someone she’d definitely pick a guy she trusted. Gale was certainly a good candidate. Which was why Johanna had included him in the group text. She wanted to test his reactions.

So, without a word Johanna marched over to the desk and proceeded to hold up the evidence for all to see. She watched Gale’s reaction particularly closely.

“Two Trojan natural sheepskin luxury condoms. Size Large. Looks like our pure little lamb found herself a fellow sheep to bed down with. One with a latex allergy apparently.” Johanna explained and there was a chorus of ‘ewwws’ that rang up as people eyed the ziplock baggie’s contents, but she ignored them. “It's just the wrappers. Chill out. But if you are wondering whether or not I found the used condoms, I did, in the bathroom trash can. Someone definitely got screwed with a capital F in this room last night. And for once it wasn’t me.” Johanna said as she lowered the ziplock baggie and surveyed her friends.

“Damn, this is actually getting interesting. I mean, I didn’t believe you at first Jo, but you did your homework.” Finnick said as a wide interested grin spread across his face.

“This beats going to Peirceson’s class.” Gale commented with a chuckle. He hadn’t shown any signs of guilt or nervousness. In fact, he seemed downright amused by the whole situation.

“You and Katniss are tight Hawthorne. Has she mentioned anyone lately?” Johanna probed.

“Katniss doesn’t tell me shit about her sex life. It’s one of our rules. We tried dating for like 5 minutes in high school and it was a disaster. After that we agreed to remain friends and stay out of each other’s love lives.” Gale admits and Johanna deflates inside. She had been counting on Gale being the mystery guy. Now that was out.

“Okay, okay. That’s unfortunate but we can still think this through.” Johanna mutters as she bites her thumbnail.

“Um, why don’t we just ask her?” Madge offers and both Gale and Johanna scoff.

“You know she’d never admit to anything Madge! We’ve been trying to get her to cut loose for years! She won’t even go to frat parties because she’s afraid of getting drunk and going home with some fuck boy and waking up with coyote ugly regrets.” Johanna exclaims with a dramatic eye roll.

“I agree with Johanna. Katniss will never spill. She’ll take it to the grave.” Gale says with a stoic nod of his head. Johanna makes a small sound of agreement and stalks over to Kantiss’s side of the room.

“What are you doing?” Peeta pipes up when Johanna checks the old fashioned record player that Katniss kept on her shelf above her bed.

“Checking for traces of mood music, duh.” Johanna says as she plucks out the record and examines the artist name.

“Just as I thought. It’s Etta James, At Last! God, could the girl get any more obvious?” Johanna says with an amused sigh. “It's like she wants us to find out. Leaving such obvious clues everywhere!” Johanna adds and surprisingly Gale, Finnick, and Annie nod in agreement.

“Ooh! Let’s check the laundry hamper for lingerie!” Annie squeals as she rocks back and forth on her feet in excitement.

“Great idea!” Johanna replies and the girls set off in pursuit of new clues.

“Um, this seems like a real invasion of privacy.” Peeta interjects with a disapproving tone and Johanna just rolls her eyes.

“If you don’t want to get your hands dirty boy scout, there’s the door.” Johanna tells him. But he doesn’t leave, he just shoves his hands in his pockets and frowns as he watches all their friends get into searching the room for more clues.

“Bingo! Black lace panties!” Annie says triumphantly as she holds up said underwear.

“I found what looks like the remnants of a container of chocolate covered strawberries.” Finnick says as he holds up a small food carton he fishes out of the trashcan near the desk.

“I found lube in her nightstand! Wait, this is her nightstand right?” Madge asks unsure as she holds up a small bottle of lube. Johanna reassures her that yes that’s Katniss’ nightstand not hers.

“Okay…so yeah I think there are too many signs to ignore this now.” Gale says as he blows out a breath. After the search concludes, everyone but Peeta sits on the beds and gathers the evidence into a neat pile in the middle of the floor.

“I mean, it's weird because Katniss is like family and on the one hand I wanna find the scum who deflowered my best friend and kick his ass….but on the other hand I kind of want to text her congrats or give her a high five. Is that too weird? I feel really conflicted.” Gale admits to the room as he tilts his head side to side as if debating with himself.

“It’s not weird at all buddy.” Finnick says reassuringly as he cuffs Gale’s shoulder goodnaturedly. Peeta hangs back, eyes wide and cheeks pink in stern disapproval.

“Well I don’t want to congratulate her. I want to interrogate her. I mean I gave her this lube last year for valentines day when she decided to stay in and watch horror movies instead of going frat hopping with me! This is high grade premium stuff! And the ungrateful little trollop didn’t even send me a thank you note!” Johanna exclaims angrily as she crosses her arms.

“Aww, don’t be mad Jo. It could have been a spur of the moment thing…maybe she was planning on telling you sometime today after her class and you got back from…wherever you were staying.” Madge tried to console her friend but Jo shook her head.

“No way Madge. This was planned. The underwear. The strawberries. That screams thought out romantic encounter! I mean, sure it's cheesy but it's so Katniss. I just don’t know why she’d hide this from me! I’ve always been in her corner!” Johanna said finally letting a little of the hurt she felt leak into her voice.

“For your information Johanna, Kantiss doesn’t owe you the details of her first sexual encounter. She’s her own person, and she’s a very private person. Have you ever thought that maybe you’re just a little pushy? Maybe you put too many expectations on her? Or that you intimidate her with your experience and totally uninhibited personality?” Peeta bites out the words angrily as he stares Johanna down. His face is red and his blue eyes, which are normally kind and compassionate, are livid.

“What? Who do you think is BoyScout? Kantiss and I have been friends for years! You joined this group…what? Four months ago? You have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t intimidate my friends. I support them and gently encourage them to branch out in the areas in which they have grown stagnant.” Johanna argues back.

“Johanna, I’ve been hanging out with you guys for almost 8 months now. Maybe you think you’re supporting your friends when it comes to their sex lives, but in actuality you’re judging them for not crossing items off the imaginary college sexual escapades list, like you.” Peeta says, and adds a self righteous little scoff at the end.

“You know what Bakery Boy, you can take your sanctimonious ass and vacate my dorm room right now for that! I’m not going to listen to your gaslighting techniques!” Johanna shouted pointing her index finger towards the door.

“Jo, don’t get mad at Peeta. He’s just-” Madge interjects, always the diplomat and peacemaker. A true politician’s daughter to the end.

“Just what? Calling me a terrible friend? Insulting me, and how I choose to live my life?” Johanna fires back.

“Jo, you know I admire and respect you babe.” Finnick interjected with a strained smile, and then amended his compliment, “I mean you could teach me a thing or two in the bedroom, if we were in some alternate universe where there was no Annie of course.” He said looking at Annie sitting next to him to gauge her reaction. She simply rolled her eyes and gave him an understanding smile that encouraged him to keep going. “But you are kind of an…elitist when it comes to sex. Is that the right word? I don’t even know. All I know is Annie and the girls look up to you, and yeah they take cues from you on what’s ok and what’s not. You’ve taught them some really important stuff, like making sure to get tested regularly. Always use protection. How to recognize a douchebag partner who’s only looking to score in the sac, and the rest. But not everyone is like you. You’re so open and unapologetically sexual that it really is intimidating. Even to experienced guys like me. Not to mention inexperienced shy girls like Katniss.” Finnick finishes and Johanna sits back stunned for a moment.

She looks over at Madge and Annie who are looking down at their hands avoiding her gaze.

“Is that true?” She asks them.

“Kind of.” Annie replies, finally looking up and meeting Johanna’s questioning gaze.

“I mean I used to sometimes feel like a failure every time I got back from a party and didn’t hook up or arrange a date with someone. But you always did.” Annie says in a quiet voice.

Johanna’s face paled in embarrassment.

“And then the next morning or evening we’d get together and you’d regale us with the details of your conquests. I felt like an awkward preteen compared to you and all your experiences.” Madge added.

“I never meant-”

“We know Jo. That’s the thing we love about you. You live your life so freely. Nothing you do is ever to put any of us down. That’s just how you roll. And that’s ok. What Finnick said is true. We learned from you, about how to take care of ourselves at clubs and parties. And how to ensure communication with our partners so sex isn’t a one sided conversation. I mean, I’d never even achieved a vaginal orgasm until you gifted me that book of sex positions for Christmas this past year.” Madge admitted with a sly grin and she chuckled a little at herself. The rest of the group laughed too and Johanna felt the somber mood dissipate a little.

“Still, that’s you two. You and Annie are nowhere near as guarded as Katniss is. I don’t know how to fix this if Peeta’s right and I’ve been too pushy with her this whole time.” Johanna replies dismally.

“The first thing you can do is start by explaining what the heck everyone’s doing here in our room. And why you’ve piled a bunch of trash in the middle of our floor Johanna.” Katniss’ voice cuts into the contemplative silence of the room and every head swivels to take in the girl in question, with her notoriously silent tread and ability to sneak up on people.

“Katniss!” Johanna’s voice is a nervous squeak and completely unrecognizable.

By the worried looks on everyone else’s face they were just as nervous at Katniss discovering the evidence of their snooping as Johanna was.

Katniss stepped closer and examined the pile in the middle of the room and gasped.

“Oh, my gosh. Please tell me you guys did not-”

“To be fair Mason kind of pulled us all into it. We didn’t believe her until she showed us the condom wrappers. And it just spiraled from there.” Gale cuts off Katniss’ tirade by taking the blame preemptively off himself.

“Oh, way to throw me under the bus Hawthorne.” Johanna angrily tells him and he shrugs as if to say he’d rather deal with an angry Johanna than an angry Katniss.

“C-condom w-wrappers?” Katniss stutters and her face turns a startling shade of red under her smooth olive complexion.

“Yes. Condom wrappers. Among other things…” Johanna says with a sigh as she turns to look at her roommate.

“Are you SERIOUS?!” Katniss yells, anger mounting.

“Well, you never tell me anything anymore Katniss! I had to call in reinforcements! I was hoping at least one of our friends could tell us what’s going on with you seeing as how you haven’ mentioned this AT ALL!” Johanna returns Katniss’ anger spark for spark.

Katniss shrinks a little, crosses her arms over her chest and turns away.

“Katniss, is there something wrong? With our friendship? I’ve been trying to figure it out. If it was just a one time thing with the guy, that’s ok. Or if he was a terrible lay, or whatever, you know I’d never judge you.”

“It wasn’t terrible. Or a one time thing!” Katniss replies indignantly and whirls back on Johanna, her silver eyes flashing.

“It wasn’t?” Peeta’s incredulous but terribly hopeful voice pipes up from a forgotten corner of the room and in that moment it all clicks into place.

Johanna stares at Peeta’s wide, optimistic blue eyes that sparkle with unmistakable love as he stares at Katniss like she’s the entire world.

Distantly Johanna hears Annie gasp.

“Oh, shit.” Finnick murmurs and shakes his head before he starts to laugh. Katniss grits her teeth and scowls so hard Johanna wonders if her mouth will ever be able to turn up again.

“What the hell?” Gale asks in disbelief as he stares between Katniss and her blond paramour. Madge gently patts Gale’s arm in a comforting manner.

“Great. Just great Peeta. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen! Now they all know!” Katniss exclaims while throwing her arms up in frustration.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for it to slip out. But, is it so terrible that our friends know? Are you ashamed of sleeping with me or something?” Peeta asks in a heartbroken voice.

“No! Of course not! I just….like my privacy!” Katniss replied vehemently. Peeta visibly brightens, a big goofy grin spreading and taking up almost his entire face.

“As long as you’re not embarrassed to be with me.” He tells her gently.

“After everything we did last night do you really think I’ve any residual embarrassment when it comes to us?” Katniss says as she tilts her head in his direction in an exasperated way.

“So there’s an us?” Peeta skips over her annoyance and latches onto the silver lining with impressive precision.

“Of course there is, you idiot.” Katniss tells him with a huff.

“Oh, my god.” Peeta exclaims breathlessly before crossing the room and wrapping Katniss up in a spontaneous hug. Katniss returns his hug stiffly before looking up into his eyes and promptly getting lost.

Their friends watch on in awe as they witness the sweet and incredibly romantic exchange.

Johanna smiles at them, knowing the perfect first step to beginning her apology.

Quietly she sends her friends some covert looks and one by one they slip out the door at Johanna’s silent urging.

“Where’s everybody going?” Peeta finally breaks the loving gaze he and Katniss had been locked in and looks around to find the room practically empty, and Johanna the last one at the door.

“We’re gonna go get some lunch. You two enjoy your privacy. No more snooping I promise.” Johanna says with a wink at both of them.

Katniss’ cheeks flush a delicate color of pink and Peeta chuckles in a deep way that makes Johanna privately proud of her roommate and friend.

“We’ll be gone for at least a few hours. But when I get back I expect details roomie!” She says over her shoulder as she pulls on her purse and opens the door.

“Not likely.” Katniss mutters, but her voice lacks the angry bite that she had been sporting a few minutes ago.

Johanna just waves dismissively at them and steps through the door. But not before she hears Peeta say, “Well, you heard her. Let’s get started making some delicious details Sweetheart.”

Johanna hears Katniss’ loud lingering laugh even as she disappears down the hall.

#tumblrasks #everlark #one-shots #Johanna Mason #Katniss&Peeta #gale hawthorne #finnick odair #annie cresta #madge undersee #the whole gang is here #modernAu #collegeeverlark #shy!Katniss #secretlove #somecrasshumor #itsJohannaWhatDoYouExpect?

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