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Let a girl love her team younger brother when it comes to love triangles in shows

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The Seamstresses Life Chapter 26: The Countdown to Arrival

AN: Heyy guys... miss me? told you id write again soon.. heh.. heh..

Karrah leaned against the plush velvet couch of her suite, the dim glow of the television screen the only light in the room. Johanna was finally on her way to District 8.

But first—the pre-show.

Caesar Flickerman was already seated on stage, his smile dazzling under the Capitol lights. The audience roared as the cameras panned to Johanna, who strolled onto the stage in an outfit clearly meant to make her look both rugged and effortlessly stunning. A deep brown leather jacket over a fitted green top, her short hair slightly tousled. The Capitol stylists were keeping her image in line—District 7’s fierce lumber girl, untamed but refined just enough to be marketable.

Johanna sank into her chair with her usual casual confidence, her arm draped over the side as if this whole thing bored her.

Karrah smirked. That was the thing about Johanna—she played the game, but only on her own terms.

Caesar beamed. “Well, well, well! Look who’s here! The one and only Johanna Mason, fresh off another Victory Tour stop. How are you feeling?”

Johanna sighed dramatically, tilting her head back. “Tired. Can I take a nap here?”

The audience laughed.

Caesar chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, Johanna, always keeping us entertained. But I have to say, District 7 must be very proud of their champion.”

Johanna shrugged, her expression unreadable. “Yeah, sure.”

Karrah frowned slightly. She caught the way Johanna’s fingers twitched slightly on the armrest. No one else would have noticed. But Karrah did.

Caesar leaned in. “And how have you been finding the other districts? Each stop must be quite the experience.”

Johanna smirked, tilting her head slightly. “It’s been… enlightening.”

Karrah stiffened.

She wasn’t sure if she was reading too much into it, but something about the way Johanna said it—**low, knowing, almost teasing—**sent a jolt through her chest.

Enlightening.

Was that about her?

Caesar, of course, didn’t press on it. Instead, he shifted to the question Karrah had been waiting for.

“Now, Johanna, last time you were here, you were a little mysterious about something.” He grinned. “You remember, don’t you?”

Johanna raised an eyebrow. “You’ll have to be more specific, Flickerman. I’m mysterious about a lot of things.”

The audience laughed again, but Caesar pressed forward.

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about! You left us all wondering about that little comment of yours… about liking fire.”

Karrah’s heart slammed against her ribs.

The audience ooohed.

Johanna’s expression remained cool, but Karrah could see the mischief flicker in her eyes.

Caesar leaned forward eagerly. “So, do we get to know now? Who’s the lucky someone?”

Johanna tapped her fingers against the armrest, considering.

Then, she smiled.

Not a forced Capitol smile. Not one of those fake, sweet, polite expressions she used when being paraded around.

It was small. Subtle. Real.

“Some things are better left unanswered,” she said simply.

Caesar groaned dramatically, flopping back in his chair. “Oh, come on! You’re killing me here!”

The crowd roared with laughter, some shouting out guesses.

Johanna only smirked.

But Karrah?

She knew.

That wasn’t just avoiding the question.

That was a message.

And Karrah felt something thrill in her chest.

Johanna was coming to District 8.

And this time—Karrah wouldn’t waste her chance.

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Sorry for being so quiet lately my hunger games oc story will still be coming out but ive also been writing other stuff about many (many) other interests

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Just wonder is anyone interested in reading an OC story in the mphfpc or not because ive been cooking up a storm and putting my schedule for my hunger games oc story on a little hold just wondering im still gonna do it but still 😅

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when i read the MPHOPC book im gonna be devastated because ive been watching the movie is i was like 8-10 and i just found my interest for books.. and from what i hear the book is SO different ready to feel the pain! 😃👍🏻

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Jacob: Hey Enoch! You wanna learn how to drive?

Enoch: Hell ya! Ooh, you know what would be funny?

Jacob: What?

Enoch: If we “accidentally” ran someone over.

Jacob:

Enoch:

Jacob:

Jacob: Enoch, what the actual fu-

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i love seeing ppl suffer emotionally over my friends stuff 😃

"Dear Scar"

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The Seamstresses Life Chapter 25: The Answer Between the Lines

Karrah sat alone in her Capitol suite, the dim glow of the television screen casting a soft light across the room. The sound of Caesar Flickerman’s booming voice filled the space, his signature laugh echoing like it always did during these interviews.

It was Johanna’s latest stop on her Victory Tour—District 2. The interview was happening live, beamed across all of Panem.

Karrah had made sure she was watching.

Johanna sat on the grand stage, her body relaxed, but Karrah knew better. That ease was a mask.

She looked stunning, her dress a deep forest green, the Capitol stylists having done their work to make her look like a victor—a survivor wrapped in silk and power.

Caesar grinned at her, ever the showman. “Johanna Mason! Panem’s newest champion! You’ve been quite the talk of the Capitol, my dear.”

Johanna gave a smirk. “That’s funny—I thought the Capitol preferred talking about itself.”

The audience laughed, but Karrah could see the way Johanna’s fingers curled slightly at the edge of her seat. She was playing the game, but she wasn’t enjoying it.

Caesar, ever the professional, leaned in with a knowing smile. “Now, Johanna, you’ve won the hearts of so many. You were fierce, you were clever, and”—he grinned wider—“let’s be honest, you weren’t bad to look at either.”**

More laughter from the crowd.

Karrah rolled her eyes. Just get to the real questions already.

Caesar’s expression turned slightly more serious, his voice dropping just a little. “Now, I have to ask… is there anyone special in your life, Johanna? Anyone who’s caught your eye?”

Karrah sat up straighter.

The question was expected. It always came up. Victors became celebrities, icons, pawns—the Capitol wanted to know who they belonged to.

Johanna tilted her head, thoughtful. She let the silence stretch just long enough to make people lean forward.

Then, she shrugged, her lips curling up at the corners.

“Maybe.”

Caesar laughed. “Oh, come on! You have to give us more than that!”

Johanna hummed, tapping a finger against her chin in mock thought. Then, with a casual, almost careless smirk, she said—

“Let’s just say… I like fire.”

The audience ooh’d and cheered, throwing out their own wild speculations.

Caesar chuckled, shaking his head. “Cryptic as ever! But I have a feeling we’ll figure it out soon enough.”

Johanna just smiled.

Karrah’s breath caught in her throat.

She likes fire.

To anyone else, it was just a teasing, playful response. But to Karrah?

She knew exactly what Johanna meant.

Johanna had seen her at the Capitol Ball. Had noticed her before then, even if neither of them had been able to say it. Johanna had been paying attention.

And now, on live television, she had just answered a question Karrah didn’t even know she needed to hear.

She likes fire.

Karrah was fire.

And for the first time in a long time, she let herself smile.

Because she knew.

Johanna liked her back.

P26

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The Seamstresses Life Chapter 24: A Moment in the Chaos

The Capitol Ball was still in full swing, glittering gowns swirling across the marble floors, laughter and music drowning out everything else. But Karrah barely noticed any of it.

She had spent the entire night watching Johanna—waiting for an opening.

The Capitol kept Johanna on display, paraded around like a trophy, never left alone long enough for Karrah to get close. Every time she tried, another official, another elite, another smiling snake in expensive silk dragged Johanna into another conversation.

But then, finally, her chance came.

Johanna had slipped away.

Karrah saw her disappear onto one of the balcony terraces, away from the noise, the cameras, the endless expectations.

And Karrah didn’t hesitate.

She followed.

The balcony was cool and quiet, a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat of the ballroom. The city stretched out below, glowing with golden lights, a hollow paradise.

Johanna stood near the railing, her hands braced against the smooth stone, staring out at the Capitol skyline.

For a moment, Karrah just watched her.

Then, softly—“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

Johanna didn’t turn around.

“Neither do you,” she said dryly.

Karrah stepped forward, the sound of her heels faint against the marble. “I’m not.”

Finally, Johanna turned to face her.

Up close, she looked different than she had in the arena. There was something sharper in her expression now, something closed off.

“You followed me.”

Karrah didn’t deny it. “Yeah.”

Johanna’s lips quirked—not quite a smile. “Why?”

Karrah exhaled, running a hand through her red waves. She had spent so much time waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, she didn’t know what to say.

“I just—” She hesitated, then met Johanna’s gaze. “I wanted to see you.”

Johanna’s eyes flickered, something unreadable passing through them. “You already did.”

“Not like this.”

A beat of silence stretched between them.

Then, Johanna leaned back against the railing, arms crossed. “You know, you didn’t have to help me.”

Karrah huffed a small laugh. “I know.”

Johanna studied her, searching her face for something. Then, after a pause, she asked, “Why did you?”

Karrah didn’t answer right away.

Because she didn’t know how to explain it.

How do you explain watching someone fight for their life, watching them survive, watching them become something Panem would never let go of? How do you explain feeling drawn to someone who might never be truly free again?

Instead, Karrah just shrugged, giving a small, teasing smirk.

“Because I always have and always will be dressed to kill.”

Johanna snorted. “That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”

Karrah’s smirk widened, but then Johanna’s expression softened—just barely.

And for the first time that night, she looked a little bit like herself again.

“Thanks,” Johanna murmured, almost too quiet to hear.

Karrah’s chest tightened.

Before she could say anything else, the distant sound of voices from inside grew louder.

They were looking for Johanna.

Johanna sighed, rolling her eyes. “Guess my time’s up.”

Karrah didn’t want her to go.

But she stepped back, knowing she had to.

Just before Johanna turned to leave, she hesitated. Then, almost as an afterthought, she said—

“I’ll see you around, District Eight.”

And then she was gone.

Karrah exhaled, watching her disappear back into the Capitol’s world.

But this time, she knew—

Johanna had seen her, too.

-P25

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The Seamstresses Life Chapter 23: The Guest of Honor

The ball was a blur of lights and music. The victors mingled, the elites whispered, and the champagne never stopped flowing.

But Karrah barely noticed.

Her eyes were locked on the grand staircase.

And finally—Johanna appeared.

She was breathtaking.

Her dress was a deep brown, fitted and sleek, the color of rich mahogany. It wasn’t flashy like some of the others, but it made her look strong, untouchable. Her dark hair was pinned back, emphasizing her sharp features, but it was her eyes that held Karrah’s attention.

They weren’t the same eyes that had stared through the cameras after her victory.

There was something in them now—something closed off, something dangerous.

And when their gazes finally met across the ballroom, Karrah felt her breath catch.

She had waited for this moment.

But she had no idea what to do next.

Karrah moved through the crowd, trying to reach her, but the Capitol had its claws in Johanna now.

A high-ranking official had already taken her arm, leading her through the crowd like a prized jewel. Another Capitol figure laughed at something Johanna said, and she smirked, playing along—but Karrah saw the way her shoulders tensed, the way her fingers curled slightly like she was resisting the urge to punch someone.

Karrah clenched her jaw.

She could see the game Johanna was playing.

And she knew exactly how it felt to wear that mask.

She edged closer, but before she could reach her—

“Karrah!” A Capitol escort grabbed her wrist, their painted lips curling into a delighted smile. “Come now, you can’t just stand there looking beautiful—you must dance!”

She forced a grin, letting herself be pulled into the sea of victors and elites twirling across the ballroom floor.

Her eyes never left Johanna.

And as the night stretched on, one thing became clear—

The Capitol wouldn’t let Karrah near her.

Not yet.

But the Victory Tour was coming.

And Karrah wasn’t done waiting.

-P24

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The Seamstresses Life Chapter 22: Dressed to Kill

The Capitol was alive with anticipation.

Johanna Mason’s Victory Tour was approaching fast, and Karrah Leonie was waiting.

It had been months since the end of the 71st Hunger Games, months since she had seen Johanna in person. After their brief encounter in the hallway, Karrah had been forced back into her own world—back to being a mentor, back to playing the Capitol’s game, back to pretending she wasn’t constantly thinking about Johanna.

And now, the wait was almost over.

The Capitol Ball was set for the night before Johanna’s Victory Tour began. A grand spectacle. Every victor was expected to attend, alongside the highest-ranking elites of Panem. The most powerful figures in the nation would gather in one golden, glittering room, drinking, laughing, celebrating another child soaked in blood.

Karrah hated these parties.

But this time, she had a reason to go.

Johanna would be there.

And Karrah needed to see how much of her was still left.

Karrah stood before her vanity, her reflection staring back at her. Her green eyes burned with something sharp, something restless.

She had let her stylists work their magic—because in the Capitol, appearance was another battlefield. She was dressed to kill.

Her gown, dark emerald green, hugged her frame perfectly, her starved figure hidden beneath the Capitol’s illusion of beauty. Her fiery red hair cascaded in soft waves, and her makeup was light but deliberate—just enough to remind the room that she wasn’t to be overlooked.

But none of it mattered.

Because she wasn’t dressing for them.She was dressing for Johanna.

-P23

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Terrible at drawing so a gacha photo instead of Karrah in her reaping outfit and in one of her interviews outfits

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The Seamstresses Life Chapter 21:The Warning

“You better listen, girl,” Johanna’s mentor muttered, voice sharp. “You’re a victor now. That doesn’t mean you’re free.”

Johanna’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t speak.

The man took a step closer. “You keep that attitude up, and you’ll regret it. The Capitol owns you now. Don’t forget that.”

Karrah clenched her fists.

Johanna still hadn’t spoken. She just stood there, her shoulders squared, eyes locked on the ground. It was so different from the fierce, sharp-tongued girl Karrah had seen in the arena.

Her mentor sighed, running a hand down his face. “Look, just do what they want. Play along, and it’ll be easier. Trust me.”

Johanna’s head finally lifted, and when she spoke, her voice was cold.

“You mean easier for you?”

A flicker of something crossed the man's face—anger? Guilt? Karrah couldn’t tell.

The conversation was ending, and Karrah knew she had only seconds to act before Johanna walked away.

Karrah moved.

Before Johanna could leave, she slipped from the shadows and grabbed her wrist.

Johanna flinched, eyes flashing with surprise as she turned.

The mentor frowned. “Who the hell are you?”

Karrah ignored him. Her green eyes met Johanna’s brown ones, and for a moment, the world around them faded.

She had spent the last few weeks watching Johanna through screens. Watching her fight. Watching her suffer. Watching her survive.

Now, she was right in front of her.

And Karrah had no idea what to say.

Johanna blinked, still caught off guard, before recognition finally clicked in her expression.

“…You.”

It was just one word, but it made Karrah’s heart race.

Her grip on Johanna’s wrist tightened for just a second before she forced herself to let go.

“I just—” Karrah hesitated, searching for words. “I wanted to see you.”

Johanna studied her for a moment, then gave a small smirk—but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“You found me,” she said dryly. “Congrats.”

Her mentor sighed, rubbing his temples. “Mason, we’re leaving.”

Johanna didn’t move at first. Her gaze lingered on Karrah for one more second.

Then, without another word, she turned and walked away.

Karrah stood frozen, watching her disappear down the hall, something heavy settling in her chest.

She had found her.

But she wasn’t sure she could save her.

-P22

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The Seamstresses Life Chapter 20: A Victor’s Cage

The Capitol was still buzzing with celebration. The 71st Hunger Games had ended, and Johanna Mason was the new victor.

But Karrah hadn’t seen her since the crowning ceremony.

She had watched from the audience as Snow himself placed the victor’s crown on Johanna’s head. She had seen the cameras flash, capturing the moment for all of Panem to witness. She had even watched the post-Games interview—Johanna played her part well, smiling and laughing with Caesar Flickerman, though Karrah could see the emptiness in her eyes.

But now, Johanna was nowhere to be found.

Karrah had been searching for over an hour, slipping away from her own mentor and team. She checked the lavish victor’s suites, the banquet halls, and the dressing rooms where stylists swarmed the new victor before the final feast.

Nothing.

Until she turned down a quiet hallway and finally found her.

Johanna was standing stiffly near the entrance to a restricted lounge, her posture tense. Her mentor, a gruff, gray-haired man from District 7, stood in front of her, speaking in a low, serious tone.

Karrah stayed in the shadows, listening.

-P21

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The Seamstresses Life Chapter 19: The Final Battle

Boone and Darius were hunting.

Johanna was waiting.

She didn’t attack first. She let them come to her, into the collapsed building where she had set traps.

Boone tripped a wire—a pile of rubble crashed down, crushing him instantly.

Darius, enraged, charged straight at Johanna.

Karrah leaned forward, breath caught in her throat.

Johanna dodged, her hatchet flashing through the air. Darius blocked—but Johanna was faster.

One slice across his leg.

Another across his arm.

She didn’t let up. She tore him down, piece by piece, until he collapsed.

Then, without a word, she ended it.

The final cannon fired.

The Capitol exploded in cheers.

Johanna Mason was the Victor of the 71st Hunger Games.

And Karrah?

She sat back, heart hammering, as she realized something dangerous.

Johanna had won.

But Karrah had helped her do it.

And the Capitol would never let that go unnoticed.

-P20

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The Seamstresses Life Chapter 18: Losing Lace

She should have been paying attention to Lace.

She should have noticed the moment the Gamemakers flooded the underground tunnels where Lace had been hiding.

But by the time Karrah turned to the other screen, it was too late.

Water gushed through the sewers, sweeping Lace off her feet. She thrashed, fighting to stay above the rising tide—until Boone from District 10 spotted her struggling and didn’t hesitate.

His spear flew.

Lace’s scream barely had time to leave her throat.

The cannon blasted.

Karrah sat motionless as the hovercraft swooped in, carrying away her last tribute.

She should have felt grief. Guilt.

But all she felt was the racing of her own heart as the screen flicked back to Johanna.

There were only three left now.And Karrah had already chosen her side.

-P19