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Train Ride

For @notanislander why you had to send me that gif….

AU set in Cannon Victory Tour. There aren’t any Hunger Games, only the Panem Games, where Peeta and Katniss meet and fall in love.  

WARNING: M for SMUT…unbetae’d all mistakes are mine

Originally posted by orbo-cinemagraphs-world

The steady beat of the train drove Katniss crazy. They were passing through a storm in a remote area and the train had to slow down. They were on their way to the Capitol. She punched her pillow it wasn’t hard enough. It was too soft. The other pillow was too hard, it wasn’t soft enough. Nothing was good enough.

Katniss hated leaving home, hated having to go on this victory tour. She hated the idea of having to be half of ‘The Star-Crossed Lovers,’ she had to be the sweet dutiful girlfriend of Peeta Mellark as part of the game-winning strategy. A plan he cooked up to get her the prize money for the competition back when they’d been something more. “Stop it Everdeen, don’t do that to yourself,” Katniss murmured to herself.  

She slipped from her bed and padded across the floor to the door. She couldn’t sleep, and she hated admitting why. She needed Peeta. No bed, no blanket, or pillow compared to being in his arms. Something she’d been bereft of for months since they’d come home from their win.

Straightening her shoulders she opened the door to her luxury cabin and slipped quietly down the hall toward his room.  Her heart pounded in her chest, as she knocked on his door.

“Are you here to finish me off sweetheart?”

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anonymous asked:

viraha - want or the realization of love through separation

Come On Baby, Light My Fire:

Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

Part 11: Quidnunc

Part 12: Hiraeth

And now for part 13…

Viraha - want or the realization of love arising from separation


Tired and weary down to my soul, I return to the city and to work early the next morning. Part of me wishes that I could call in sick. Forget about facing all people and wallow in my sorrow for a few days. I’d hardly call myself recharged as I drag myself through a shower and prepare to face the day. At least it’s only a half day with students, the last half dedicated to another form of torture – Parent Teacher Conferences.

Somehow, I survive it and trudge home, dreaming of stew and crusty bread on order from Sae’s and a hot bath. I drop my bag on my kitchen table and pull out my phone. The number is programmed and I have the menu memorized by now. Once my food is on its way, I set the phone down, thinking I’ll grab a quick bath to warm up before the food arrives in thirty minutes, but something small and shiny on the table catches my attention.

A key.

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anonymous asked:

I wish you'd write a story where P is the caterer and K is the florist on a huge expensive wedding and they bond over what an awful person the mother of the bride is...

He saw the scowl first.

The beautiful florist rushed out of the mansion, her braid jumping over her shoulders.

She only stopped when she reached her van, banging her head on the side of it.

“She’s at it again?” He had to go back inside too, to face the fury of Effie Trinket, mother of the bride.

Katniss sighed, before she turned towards him.

“Apparently, my orchids aren’t and I quote “ not orchids enough!” I mean, how can an orchid be more than it is?”

“Don’t worry, my salmon isn’t good enough for her delicate taste buds - she apparently had better at whichever French restaurant she went to last week.”

Katniss looked at the sign on the caterer’s van - Mellarks. Everybody in Panem and in a fifty miles radius knew they were the best. She herself had stolen enough canapés and petits fours in the wedding they both worked for to know for sure.

“She’s stupid. Your canapes are delicious. And don’t get me started on your croque-en-bouche, okay. I had more than my fill over the years…”

She blushed as she realized what she had just said. Admitting she had eaten his food, for free, that she knew who he was - she had to stop talking, or she would tell him about this crush she’d been having on him too.

“Tell you what. We’re going to play her. Mind giving me a hand bringing this in?”

Peeta winked before he opened the door to his own van, where row after row of delicate pastries, delicate meals were displayed, kept in the fresh air.

“Holy dandelion, Peeta… I’m starving now!”

He smiled, wider than it was possible.

“You know my name?”

She could have face palmed herself before dying of shame.

“Come with me, Miss Everdeen, I have a plan.”

She tried to recover from her shame, helping him unload a full tray of delicate salmon rolls. He was adamant in making as much noise as possible in the process.

They soon heard the now-familiar tickling of the heels on the yellow and pink marble, a sure thing Mrs Effie Trinket was coming their way to shout at them.

Peeta winked again, before he started talking.

“i’m so grateful Mrs Trinket picked me, you know ? I was ready to sign for the Roothill-Baster wedding, but when this opportunity arrived- How could I say no to a family that has so much taste and prestige? It’s truly an honor to be here.”

Katniss’s eyes grew as big as saucers - until she got the hint. The tickling of the heels had stopped.

“Oh, I know - I was supposed to do the same wedding too - but well, Cato and Cashmere are nothing like Teophilia and Christopher - such a luck for me to be here… I’m just afraid my flowers won’t look good enough in such a beautiful place.”

She wondered how she could keep her face straight - if she dared looking around, all she could see were flashy colors, too heavy chandeliers to be called elegant, and an overall complete lack of taste.

They weren’t surprised when they heard Mrs Trinket come in, looking at the food in front of them.

“Well, this looks good. Maybe you could find some flowers thingy to put next to them?” Was all she said, looking at Katniss.

“Sure, Ma’ame.”

In a whirlwind of taffetas and perfume, she was gone, the echo of the heels the only remainder of presence.

She never bothered Katniss and Peeta anymore that day.

And was almost respectful to them four years later, when Teophilia married Cato Roothill.

To the upmost joy of the Everdeen-Mellark.


Here you are, Anon. Hope you will like it ! Un-betaed, all mistakes are mine.

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Originally posted by seaquell

Requested by: @xocaii

Request:  Do you think I could please be a bother and request a Gale Hawthorne X reader-insert one shot? :) Maybe the plot could be abit of angst/sadness where the reader just lost her only family/brother in a mining accident and she (like katniss’s mum) caves into herself and doesn’t speak, becomes depressed. And Gale is supporting the reader, giving cuddles and taking care of her even though she is emotionless and that goes on for however long. Then one day she smiles at him or something & he is hopeful

A/N: Thanks you guys for all the support xx Requests are OPEN


You couldn’t believe it. He was gone.

It all happened too soon to be true. You were walking through the woods with Gale one bright morning when Katniss came running to the both of you, tears cascading down her face.

“The mine, i—it, blew up… sabotage…” You interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.

“But…but my brother is okay, right?” You were an optimist so you weren’t taking this as serious as it was. “Katniss, answer my question. My brother is safe, right?” When she didn’t answer your face fell. He had to be okay. He was the only family you had left. Ignoring the calls of the two Seam dwellers behind you, you ran through the woods, tripping over rocks and scraping your knees, hoping to go to the mine to find out that this was just some sick prank. That Katniss was pranking you all along. But you had to tell yourself the truth. Katniss doesn’t joke around.

When you got to the mine you couldn’t believe that it was the same mine you dropped your brother off to work every day. It was in ruins. Smoke billowed from every corner. Peacekeepers were dragging dead bodies from the entrance. And families all around were crying, screaming for their lost loves to come back. But you, you couldn’t feel anything. As soon as you saw them carrying out your brother’s mangled body from the mine, a wave of numbness overtook your body. In other words, you felt like a zombie, lifeless. You were so numb that you didn’t even feel those familiar rough hands grasp your frail ones in a comforting gesture. It was Gale and he was worried. He watched you carefully as you removed yourself from his grasp and walked over to your brother’s lifeless corpse. What surprised you was what you said when you reached him. You said the same thing you said to him every day when you dropped him off at work, “I love you. Stay safe.” And with that you took off in a sprint, reality crashing over you like a tsunami. You let the tears fall and ran. You ran to nowhere in particular, but you continued like your life depended on it. What you didn’t know was that Gale was following you, struggling to keep up as running wasn’t in his line of expertise.

He watched you as you laid in the browning grass of District Twelve’s empty park. You looked dead. You weren’t moving and you didn’t seem to be breathing either. It was all too much for you. He gently laid beside you, not looking at your face because he couldn’t bear to look at your seemingly lifeless eyes. He decided to break the tension.

“Y/N we can get through this.” When you didn’t answer he took this as his cue to keep quiet. What really scared him was that you weren’t showing any sign of being. You continued to stare at the same spot in the blue-gray sky.

When the sun was threatening to set Gale began to try to talk to you again.

“Y/N, want anything to eat?”

“Y/N, Katniss is calling you.”

“Y/N, do you want to go home?”

Everything he asked received silence in response. When nightfall began to fall over the Seam he picked you up bridal style and carried you to his house.He gently placed you onto his bed and laid beside you, staring into your emotionless eyes and wishing he could take all the pain away. As darkness crept into the windows of the house, Gale found himself drifting to sleep, unaware of the girl leaving his room at the time.

You walked to your house, ignoring the sharp edges of rocks cutting at your bare feet. You just needed to be with your brother. One last time.

You tiptoed into his room and smelt the aroma that he used to give off. It smelt of wood chips and smoke, vaguely resembling the smell of a warm campfire. You laid yourself on his bed and engulfed yourself in his mahogany coloured duvet. Just being where he used to be relaxed you. Before you knew it your eyes were closed and you were falling asleep.

When Gale woke up in the morning and couldn’t find you beside him he got very worried. He went on a frantic search for you with Katniss until he found you snuggled up in your brothers room with tear stains on the pillow. Katniss and him sat by your side all afternoon trying to get you to talk and eat, but they came out unsuccessful. You were as alive as a block of old wood.

Over time, you became worse. Your skin was paling and your eyes were getting hollower. People always came by and gave you presents and cards, but you never noticed them. The only person you noticed was Gale.

He always came by and talked to you even though he knew you weren’t going to respond. He would lie beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pulling you into his chest to cuddle. He was the only one that could get you to eat. In other words, he was the only living reason that you were still alive.

One day, the two of you were sitting on your porch, admiring the good side of District 12, while he held on to your unresponsive hand and was recounting stories about when the two of you were younger.

“I remember the unfortunate day when I decided to climb the old tree outside of the fence just to impress you. I remember you telling me not to do it, but me, being the stubborn boy I was, climbed up that tree anyways. And guess what, after I got about 4 feet high, I felt right back down and landed straight on my arse. You were laughing for days; you didn’t care that I could have gotten hurt. You laughed until I threatened never to speak to you.” He turned to look at you and saw what he thought he would never see again. He saw you smile. It was subtle but it was surely something. He couldn’t help but to start to beam himself. He cupped your cheeks and stared into your hollow eyes, admiration written all over his face.

“I thought… I thought you were never going to recover Y/N, you had me scared out of my wits.” You replied to this statement with a real smile. You then talked for the first time in weeks:

“You can’t get rid of me that quickly Hawthorne.”

Chapter 2: Birthday Surprises

(I adopted @peetaspikelets story. This is the second chapter. Have no beta ~ I’ve tried hard to keep it mistake free but i do miss things! I’m about to post the third chapter on a03. I should probably include this is M rated !sorry for the spoiler! Hope you enjoy this! :D )

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She doesn’t quite remember how they go here. The last things she recalls is their fingers touching as she got him to fill out his forms, then running and cupping his knee in her hand. She remembers feeling light headed and giddy. His skin was warm and smooth in her hands.

Now they are in her apartment on the couch and she’s in his lap humping him like she’s sixteen all over again. It feels as exciting as back then. She doesn’t know what’s gotten into her. It’s like she drunk and her inhibitions are just gone. Both of his hands are under her shirt. One is squeezing her waist while the other kneads her love handles, which seem to mesmerise him. Her hands are snaked under his polo and she feels his glorious sculpted chest with her fingers. She feels like a teenager all over again.

She wants to tell him how good he feels but it’s like a cat got her tongue. Her hope it that she can show him latter.

“Katniss,” he breathes against her ear. His lips brush against her ear and she purrs in response.

“We should slow down.” He looks at her sheepishly.

“Don’t you want me?”

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xerxia31  asked:

I wish you would write a fic where Katniss proposes to Peeta (canon or AU, surprise us!)

You wish is my command.. @xerxia31   Cannon after Mockingjay…’M’ for well you know..not beta’d so all mistakes are mine…enjoy…

MARRY THAT BOY


“If one more of these women so much as lick their lips while speaking to him or touch Peeta’s bicep one more time,” Katniss muttered under her breath as she slammed the door to their home in the Victor’s Village.

Seven years they’d been living with one another, not including the two years, it took for them build their lives up again after the war.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Startled Katniss spun around to see Haymitch lying down on her sofa. “What the hell, Haymitch! Don’t you have your own sofa to sleep on?”

“Place’s being cleaned out,” Haymitch sat up rubbing his eyes. A plate that rested on his belly and a thousand crumbs fell on the carpet. “Besides I was hungry.”

Fuming she stomped over to where the plate was.

“So what crawled up your ass?”

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Alright everybody, I promised smut and fluff after PiP, so here be the smut. This is a continuation of a drabble series I started back on Halloween in which Katniss escapes dealing with her sort of an ex by making out with Peeta. Part 1 here, and Part 2 here. Part three continued below the cut because…well because of smut. ;-D

Many thanks to the fantastic abbythebear for her editing prowess and always hilarious comments. I really wish you guys could read some of the things she said on this one. I may post them later.

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Surfacing slowly from sleep, Katniss groans. She was having the most wonderful dream. The last remnants of it escape her grasp and she sighs. That’s when she notices something odd. Something heavy lies over her stomach, pinning her to the bed, and a cool breeze tickles across her bare shoulder.

Why is there a breeze in her bedroom?

Cracking her eyes, she checks her immediate surroundings. Cream curtains dance in the winter breeze and the stark morning light filters through the gauzy fabric. Katniss pulls the unfamiliar blue comforter up over her body and the loose shirt she’s wearing slips further, exposing some of her upper arm. The bed shifts beside her and the weight over her middle tugs her into a solid, warm body.

The previous night comes flooding back and she nearly leaps from the bed, but Peeta’s arm tightens around her, an iron band holding her to him. He mumbles something and she turns her head to look at him.

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everybirdfellsilent  asked:

My bday is in October! October 7th! Did I miss the chance to sign up?

Originally posted by ungifable

Happy October birthday @everybirdfellsilent! The remarkable @titaniasfics crafted this gorgeous little bit of Everlark heaven just for you! Enjoy!


Delivery Boy

Rated T, Modern AU

A/N: Many thanks to @akai-echo for prereading!


Peeta wasn’t going to lose his cool over this.  

Katniss had always mentioned how flirtatious the young delivery guy, Darius what’s-his-face could be with her. Mostly, they just laughed it off together when she told him about it.  He came with the Tuesday delivery truck and dropped off the supplies that the bakery they owned needed for that week. It was almost a ritual and if it didn’t bother Katniss, then it didn’t bother him

Up until now, the guy had had the sense to not do it in front of him.  It would take an unmitigated amount of gall to flirt with a woman right in front of her husband.

Except for today.

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Renewal

I’ve been so caught up in real life that I haven’t had the time or the mental capacity to touch fanfic, but this idea hit me like a brick when I woke up this morning and I just had to get it out. Please forgive any errors.


With three pregnancy tests propped in the sink, each sporting double lines that glared back at her with judgment, Katniss took a deep breath, and told herself everything would be fine. She’d practically raised her baby sister on her own, paid her way through community college on her own, leased her apartment on her own. She could have a baby on her own, too.

“Are you going to tell him?”

This was Prim’s immediate response when Katniss showed up at her doorstep that evening. Not a This is huge, Katniss, or a How are you feeling? Just a loaded: Are you going to tell him?

The words clung to her flesh like tar.

“No,” she said immediately, the single syllable clipping her tongue before it was given any thought. But it was the right answer, she decided. To reassure herself, again: “No, I won’t.”

“He’d want to know, Katniss.”

“Well.” Shift weight, clutch elbows, regret coming here at all. “It doesn’t matter. He’s not a part of my life anymore.”

Prim motioned to Katniss’s still-flat belly in silent protest.

But it didn’t matter that it was his baby inside of her. They’d broken up a month ago, and the night he moved back into his parent’s bakery across the city was the last night they breathed the same air, the last night they would ever breathe the same air, which was how she wanted it. For all intents and purposes, the wad of chromosomes multiplying in her stomach didn’t have a father.

She decided, with Prim as a witness, that Peeta Mellark would never know about the baby.

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Bridesmaid Katniss hates weddings. A talk with a handsome blonde from the wedding next door might change her mind.


These were the most painful fucking heels in existence. Only Madge would insist on her bridesmaids wearing four-inch stilettos while she glided around the ballroom in ballet slippers.

As soon as everyone had sat down for dinner, Katniss had kicked them off underneath the table and swore never to allow them near her feet again. Unfortunately, an hour later, she had to use the bathroom, and there was no way in hell she was walking around a public bathroom barefoot no matter how upscale the venue was.

Katniss brushed a few damp strands of hair off the back of her neck as she pushed her way into the bathroom. It was empty, quiet, and much cooler. There were even a couple of plush chairs situated near the entrance. Maybe she’d hide in here until it was time to leave. Staring at the ceiling and creeping out the women who came in would be a thousand times more fun than avoiding Gale for the rest of the evening.

After she managed to hover over the toilet seat without breaking her ankle, she washed her hands. As she stared into the mirror, she noticed a pair of feet underneath one of the stalls.

A pair of feet in large black dress shoes.

While it was very possible a tall and handsomely dressed woman was currently standing upright in the furthermost stall not making a sound, the alternative seemed much more likely.

Oh hell no.

Katniss may have hated weddings and her heels and her stupid yellow dress, and she kind of even hated Madge right now, but that didn’t mean she would let some pervert ruin her best friend’s special day.

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Traffic Jams

I was tagged last decade by arollercoasterthatonlygoesup for the Everlark Drabble Challenge with the prompt. “Everlark pretending to date for reasons.”

I now challenge fnurfnur, sixela872, & whowhatsitwhich with the prompt “I think this is yours” because I am completely unoriginal right now. Write, don’t write, take six weeks because honestly, who am I to judge? Anyhow…

Enjoy my word vomit (not really, but I had to cut myself off because this very quickly turned into a 10,000 word oneshot in my head).

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Lost in Translation (Chapter 2)

A million thank yous to Jessa, who took pity on me for completing my submission at 12:01am. You are a wonder, in so many ways. Thank you for hosting this amazing challenge.

Thought it only fitting that my submission be the next chapter for Lost in Translation, which is a follow up to my other PiP submission, Video Relay. Best to read up before checking this one out.

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My Favorite Baker

By @titaniasfics

Beta’d by the most amazing @eala-musings, @thegirlfromoverthepond and @akai-echo. Thank you, ladies!

Prompt: Day 1, Snow

Pairing: Everlark; Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark

Rating: T

*****

Katniss took more time than ever getting ready for work that morning.

It could certainly be blamed on the incremental chill that crept into the air as the days wore on towards Christmas. The smell of snow nipped at her each time she stepped outside and the wind blew bitterly across the Hudson River, which wound its serpentine path around the towns that grew up along its shores.

But she’d bought the elegant, green turtle neck and the matching scarf and hat set on a special whim the previous afternoon because, for the first time in, well, ever, Katniss Everdeen wanted to feel pretty.

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honeylime08  asked:

I've been excited to make a request ever since I saw your blog. This is such a sweet treat for the fandom. Anyway, my birthday is December 8, and I have a weakness for first-meeting or first-falling-in-love Everlark. If it's complicated by a misunderstanding or miscommunication, all the better, but anything will make my day. Thank you!

Originally posted by mtvother

It’s your birthday! Happiest of birthdays to you! To help celebrate, the lovely and talented @lvfics has crafted this perfect little morsel of Everlark deliciousness just for you! We hope you enjoy!


The Business of Strangers

Rated K

Rain falls in sheets, slapping against the concrete sidewalk. Normally Katniss likes rain. A little sprinkle never hurt and nothing beats curling up with a warm cup of cocoa while droplets land against the window. But today in her wobbly five-inch heels and already a full day of meetings the rain is glum and unwelcome. So she sits in the backseat of a black car, tapping her fingers on the plush seat next to her, counting down the seconds until she can finally curl up in her suite and order in.

It’s been a long sixteen months living in hotels and she doesn’t see an end to it anytime soon. It was supposed to be a temporary position, just helping out until the mergers were done, but as usual there was some pushback and now she can’t even remember the last time she slept in her own bed. The perks are good, of course, and she’s racking up enough miles to fly the world for free when this is over, but that doesn’t even begin to make up for skipping every birthday and holiday over the last year.

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anonymous asked:

kissed them as a distraction while stealing their wallet au

Katniss spots him across the ballroom, dressed to the nines in a crisp black tuxedo. His blond wavy hair is nearly white under the soft glow of the overhead chandeliers. He’s like a beacon against the sea of nameless faces and stuffy suits and garish fur shawls.

His face is still fresh and youthful, his smiles unassuming and his eyes bright and interested as he listens to the stodgy middle-age couple talking to him. They look at him like he’s a walking dollar sign. Which he practically is. Peeta Mellark, 26, entrepreneur. His startup company, some revolutionary mobile app that somehow manages to be both a social media platform and a humanitarian aid, was just bought for millions of dollars, and it still isn’t even out of the beta stages.

She did her homework before she came to this benefit in his honor. He’s green, like new money.

And her new target.

Tossing her long raven hair out of her face, she squares her shoulders back and purposely saunters in his direction. Luckily, he’s by the bar, so it’s not hard to manufacture a reason to draw his attention. As she approaches him, her red silk dress cascading down the curves of her body like a lava flow, his eyes absently dart in her direction before focusing back on his current conversation partners. But, just as she anticipated, he does a double take, his eyebrows lifting appreciatively as he drinks in the sight of her. She’s all of 5 feet and 2 inches, but the strappy stilettos and the slit in her dress that opens around her thigh with each step elongate her into a rather commanding presence.

Flashing a polite but coy smile at him, she bows her head in mock supplication. “Excuse me,” she murmurs, sliding between him and the couple and crossing the last foot to the bar, where she hitches herself on one of the tall stools. The bartender is before her in an instance, practically begging to take her order. 

“A bourbon, neat, please,” she requests. He pours it into an Old Fashioned glass and slides it to her. Katniss opens her clutch to pull out some cash, but a deep, soothing voice to her left stops her.

“Put it on my tab. And I’ll take one as well, if you don’t mind.”

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javistg  asked:

Hi! Could you do Everlark with Prompt 4. Don’t tempt me / Coworkers? Thanks :)

Her pen tap-tap-taps on her desk and Katniss uses one finger to shove her glasses up her nose before squinting at the screen. Something’s still off on the wording for this press release. She tilts her head and mouths the words, trying out how they feel before whispering them to test how they sound, just loud enough so only she can hear over the din of the office.

“Well, well, well! It’s a big, big, big day!” The voice of her boss trills, prompting Katniss to roll her eyes. Everything is a production with that woman. Effie totters into her sight and pauses on the threshold of the vacant cubicle just on the other side of the half wall in front of hers. A young man about Katniss’ age follows her and stops when she does, adjusting the messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

This must be the new guy they just hired. Fan-fucking-tastic.

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Sleight of Hand

Prompt 32: Peeta hits the force field and “dies”. The hover craft takes his body from the arena. When Katniss is rescued by the rebels, Peeta is there and alive. [submitted by Anonymous]

Rated: Teen Audiences and up.

AN: Thank you Anon, for sending such a beautiful prompt. I hope I did it justice :)

XXXXX

“I’m sorry, Katniss…” Finnick’s broken voice wrapped around Katniss’s chest and squeezed the air out of her lungs.

Sorry.

Finnick Odair was sorry. How did that help her?

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