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Mockingjay MC
An Everlark Motorcycle Club Fic
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Mockingjay MC
An Everlark Motorcycle Club Fic
Chapter 5 is posted on AO3 HERE
Feast Your Eyes ch 8
Peeta is dangerously delicious and everything Katniss shouldn't want. Or maybe she's starting to change her tune? You'd better Feast Your Eyes on this update! This chapter was written by the talented @ra3lynn3 . The story is a collaboration of @lovely-tothe-bone . @savvylark , and @ra3lynn3 writing and ideas.
“Ok, what’s so important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone?” Katniss queried as she stepped out of her car onto the sidewalk.
Peeta stood waiting for her, hands in his pockets looking a little bashful. “My kids wanted to surprise you.” He offered with a shrug.
“Surprise me?” She said, looking confused.
Peeta reached out to take her hand in his own leading her to the front door of the bakery. It was dark inside, as far as she could see. Her mind was racing with all of the possibilities of the surprise. It certainly wasn’t her birthday, and her article had yet to be published, so there was no foreseeable reason to celebrate.
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Mockingjay MC
An Everlark Motorcycle Club Fic
Chapter Four is posted on AO3 HERE
Mockingjay MC
An Everlark Motorcycle Club Fic
Chapter 6 is posted on AO3 HERE
Mockingjay MC
An Everlark Motorcycle Club Drabble
Katniss tugged on the hem of her skimpy leather skirt, attempting to lengthen it so she could maintain some level of modesty. She glanced down at the black fishnet tights and stripper heels she wore and grimaced, hating how cheap she looked and felt.
I look like a whore. Unfortunately, that’s not too far from the truth. It’s not like I have any other options, though. It’s this or starve to death, and I’ll do anything to stay alive, for Prim.
After her father’s death and her mother’s unexpected departure, Katniss had yet to find a way to make a living for herself. Her mother was a junkie who had abandoned her and Prim in the throes of grief, leaving Katniss as the only person left to put food on the table.
Prim was barely eighteen, and was in medical school on a full scholarship, so she was taken care of, however Katniss had no way to support herself after having been let go from multiple jobs.
At least Prim is doing well. As long as she has what she needs, I really don’t care what happens to me.
After Katniss was evicted from her sad excuse of an apartment, her next door neighbor Johanna suggested an opportunity that could help her out temporarily, while she got back on her feet.
“It’s called the Mockingjay MC,” Johanna told her. “They’re a one-percenter motorcycle club that owns several local businesses, both legit and illegal in nature. They’re looking for a few new club girls to help out around the house, taking care of chores and… whatever else the members might need, if you catch my meaning. I was a club girl for a couple of years myself, back in my twenties. They’ll give you a place to live, food to eat, and a small stipend if you’re willing to do what they ask. If you go there, though, make sure you dress the part. Otherwise they’ll laugh in your face. Oh, and ask for Peeta. He’s the President.”
Katniss hadn’t wanted to resort to what was essentially prostitution, but after living in an alley in the dead of winter for a week, she had finally given in. She used her last $20 bill at the local Goodwill, thumbing through the clothing racks until she found what Johanna called ‘biker chick’ apparel.
The black corset dug into her ribs and barely allowed her to breathe, but she was willing to do just about anything for free room and board. Johanna had helped her with hair and makeup, and after a long pep talk, dropped her on the doorstep of the Mockingjay MC clubhouse.
As she stared up at the heavy wooden door outside the club’s headquarters , she anxiously took a deep breath before knocking twice.
Here goes nothing. If they don’t take me in, I’ll be stuck living on the streets.
The door opened with a bang, and Katniss gulped nervously as she took in the behemoth of a man before her. He wore some type of leather vest, and his long blonde hair and grizzly beard made him look like a Viking warrior. His blue eyes sparkled as he gave her a long, lecherous once-over, and though it took him a few seconds, he eventually addressed her.
“Are you the new sweetbutt?” the man asked.
“The new what?” Katniss exclaimed in confusion.
“Club girl, sweetbutt, club slut. It’s all the same, really. Call yourself whatever you like. Don’t matter to me as long as you get on your knees on command, darling,” he said with an evil grin.
Her mouth dropped open in shock, and she was two seconds away from running when she heard another voice.
“Leave her the fuck alone, Cato! Let her get through the door before you start harassing her,” her savior said.
Katniss peered around Cato’s imposing figure and stared in awe at the handsome, rugged man walking towards her. Like Cato, he had long, blonde hair, but he was clean-shaven, and his leather vest held a patch on the front that read “President”. He had kind, blue eyes and a smile that reassured her, despite his rough exterior.
This must be the ‘Peeta’ Johanna mentioned.
“Sorry, Prez,” Cato replied sheepishly. “I’ve been waiting awhile for some fresh meat. The washed out hags that hang out here just aren’t doing it for me anymore.”
The man Cato called “Prez” glared at him and replied, “Don’t you ever talk about our club girls like that again. They’re loyal women who take care of us, feed us, and keep us alive.”
Then, after giving Katniss an appraising look, he added, “But this one here ain’t a club girl. This one’s mine; I’m claiming her. And no one talks to the President’s old lady with anything other than respect, you piece of shit.”
And then, he punched Cato straight in the jaw.
Everlark Motorcycle Club AU: Aesthetic
To those following my fic Mockingjay MC:
I need a job for Katniss to do now that she’s in the motorcycle club world but can’t make up my mind on what it should be.
For example, some club girls work at the MC’s bar, strip club, restaurant, etc. but I don’t love any of those ideas for Katniss. Being the Prez’s woman, I can’t see her in any of those roles serving people (or taking off her clothes!)
I’m curious to hear any suggestions my readers might have. I can’t promise I’ll use any of the ideas, but I’d appreciate the brainstorming help if anyone is interested!
Thanks!
“Are you sure about this, Peeta? Are you sure you want me wearing your property cut?” Katniss asked.
She needed to know that they were both on the same page. He’d told her several times that he wanted her to be ‘his’, but now that her cut had arrived, things were very real, and it was decision time. It was the moment they’d both been waiting for the past week.
Peeta smiled widely at her and nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, baby. I want you. There’s only one thing missin’ from my kingdom; one thing I need to make it complete.”
Katniss’ eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What?” she asked. “What’s the thing you’re missing?”
He took her hand and squeezed it. “A queen. And I want that queen to be you. Like I told you before, though, once I slide my leather over your shoulders, there ain’t no goin’ back. There will never be another man for you again. You wearin’ that cut will mean you’re mine, from that moment forward, ‘til both of us are six feet under.”
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