They're Back ~An Everlark One-Shot~
This fic was inspired by the ever talented Leticia ( unicorn-feelings), who managed to create such a wonderful edit of Everlark that it actually brought me to tears. It looks so realistic, like something that actually came from the movie, so naturally, I had to write a fic to go along with it.
Essentially, I’m denying that the last part of Mockingjay Part 1 even happened lol, but I think that’s better off. Katniss and Peeta deserve the world, deserve to be happy.
So, without further adoooo~
Those two simple words are enough to send a bolt of energy, of anxiety, of relief, surging through my body.
I was petrified that the rescue mission was going to fail, and end up with fatal consequences. The moment we lost contact with the rebels, those brave souls who risked their lives for my request, I thought it was all over.
Not only did I believe I had lost Gale, but Peeta as well.
The person who understands me in all of this. The person I would die to protect. The person I cannot live without.
But somehow, fate have it, they managed to return, safe and sound.
It takes me a moment to process what Haymitch just told me, before I’m barreling out the door, running blindly as I careen for the piece of my life that has been missing for far too long.
I think I can hear Finnick behind me, but I’m too wrapped around my own motives to pay him much notice. We arrive into the main ward of the District Thirteen hospital together, and immediately my eyes are scanning around.
He’s not here, or at least I don’t think so. But others certainly are.
I spy an emaciated feminine body on a gurney, and I find myself doing a double take.
"Johanna?" I weakly croak out.
She rips the breathing tube out of her nose, shoving medical attendants away, before giving me a sneer smile.
I stare at her agape, unable to say anything more. I’m absolutely horrified at her appearance; she has changed so much.
If the Capitol was able to inflict that much damage on her, someone who wasn’t directly associated with me, then what they did to Peeta would have to be…
My throat clenches painfully, and I shake my head curtly to snap myself out of my thoughts.
No, he’s here. I have to remind myself that. He’s here in District Thirteen, alive.
It doesn’t matter if he’s completely bruised, battered, beaten and bloody; he’s Peeta. He’s my Peeta. And I will never let him from my sight again.
I jolt away from Johanna just in time to see Finnick crashing into Annie, their embrace tight and filled with tears. Is that how my reunion with Peeta will be?
Various nurses point me in the right direction, and I stumble towards the small hospital room in a daze. Giddiness has begun to flow through me, overtaking any fears I was once feeling.
Peeta. Peeta. Peeta.
His name sounds in my mind over and over again, causing my heart to race.
I can picture his shinning blue eyes, staring into mine with so much affection and gentleness laced behind them. I can hear the sound of his voice, the soft, sweet tone that never fails to soothe me. I can feel the strength of his arms, the solidity and warmth of his embrace.
It doesn’t even sink in that I’m crying, tears dripping periodically down my cheeks as my gait speeds up to a run.
Peeta. Peeta. Peeta.